"Not you." Boss pointed right at me. I was surprised and exchanged glances with Jacob and David. They silently mounted their horses and left. I stood where I was until the other two men were out of sight. Then I looked at Boss. His expression was unreadable, but I knew that I was about to be kicked off the crew and that he had sent the men away to keep them from interfering. I would be gone before they returned and the best job I ever had would be gone. Boss looked at me for a moment then turned away. He took off his coat and laid it over his saddle and dropped his hat over that.
He then turned back to me. He still had not said a word to me. He then reached for his waist and began to unbuckle his belt. A swelling of hope came upon me. Perhaps he would simply beat me and let me stay on. He removed his belt and laid it over his jacket next to his hat. Now I was confused. What was his plan?
He then looked me right in the eyes and said, "You ride around all day. The saddle makes you horny, don't it? Well you're not the only one. You fuck those boys nearly every night and yet you've never offered yerself to me." There was a pause then softly, "Why?"
I was taken aback. I had no response for him.
"I can hear y'all at night ya know? I can hear yer moanin' and their gruntin' like a couple o' animals in the brush and I can't help it, I have to touch myself to get any relief." he moved his hand to the front of his pants where the fabric of his jeans bulged. He looked me up and down and then moved closer.
"Those boys ain't got nothin' I don't got."
He stood before me for a moment, then his right arm came up to encircle my body. He began to lower and I silently followed him to his knees where he gently lowered me onto my back. It never occurred to me to resist. No man had ever talked to me this way, and I was transfixed.
I still could find no words to say. He lowered his face to mine and as we looked at each other, I could feel his breath on my cheek. He raised his hand to brush some hair from my face. His fingertips lightly brushed my skin and I pressed my face into his large callused hand as it came to rest at the side of my face. He brought his face close to mine and lightly brushed his face against mine before I felt his lips on the side of my face he continued to kiss the side of my face and down my neck as his hand came to fondle my breast beneath the thin cotton of my shirt. My breath now came hard and rapidly as the wonderful sensations washed over me. He moved his kisses around to the front of my neck and his hand shifted to the buttons of my shirt.
He slowly undid each button down to the bottom. He then slipped a hand beneath the light fabric to pass up over my taught belly up to my breast and erect nipple. He slid his hand up and over my shoulder to slide my shirt off my body. My whole torso was now exposed to his attentions. He continued to kiss his way down between my breasts and then over to the left one. As he tasted my flesh, his hand roamed down my front to my waist where he began to unbuckle my belt. as he did this, I began to unbutton his shirt. After I had slid the shirt from his arms, he slipped his hand beneath my waistband to rest on my lightly haired mound. It rested there for a moment then he pulled his hand out and unfastened my jeans while I fumbled to unfasten his.
He swung his body over mine and gripped my pants on either side of my hips. He looked up at me and I looked at him. I could see his chest now and the lean work-muscles that gleamed under a slight sheen of sweat along with the numerous scars that crossed his body. I wanted to touch each one. To taste them. Feel the emotions and sensations associated with each. My body was shown to him as well. My tight stomach and round breasts. I raised my hips for him to pull my jeans down my legs to my boots which he removed followed by my socks and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off. He kicked off his own boots and jeans.
He knelt there staring at my body with my hands stretched above my head and my knees drawn up. Leaning in, he kissed the top of my knee and placed a palm on each one to gently separate them. I let my legs fall to either side as he settled between them and laid his body over mine. I could feel the warm weight of his body pressing on mine. I could also feel the rigidity of his readiness pressing against my thigh. My heart pounded and my breath came quickly and raggedly. He brought his face down to mine and rested his forehead against mine and with his eyes closed he spoke.
"Maggie." He whispered. "Maggie, I want to say somthin' before I do this. I wanted you to know that I'm in love with ya, and have been for a powerful long time. You're a strong woman an' smart. Ya work hard and ya don't take no bullshit from no one." there was a pause here and then he said, "An' you're just about the prettiest thing I ever saw. I'm like to go crazy when I look at ya sometimes."
I gripped him hard to me and said "Oh Boss, what I musta done to ya all those nights when I was with Jacob or David. I'm so sorry. They didn't really mean nothing to me, I just thought that it might be easier if I…"
At this he smiled and replied "Don't you mind. So long as you call me Benjamin. That's my real name."
I smiled and whispered, "Benjamin." then our lips met for the first time in a deep and passionate kiss as he entered me. He thrust slowly and deliberately so that I might have the time to adjust to his size. His manhood filled me and I gasped. He was bigger than any man I had been with and I moaned as our kiss continued. He began to thrust with long slow movements. His pace increased as he moved his kisses back down to my neck.
I gripped his hair as I lost myself in a world of pleasure. I knew that there was no one around for miles and I lost all restraint and voiced my increasing levels of pleasure. I could feel the tightening in my belly that meant that I was going to reach my release. I didn't always feel it. The men usually had their way with me until they were finished and even if I could feel my orgasm building, I didn't reach it more often than not.
"Don't stop Benjamin." I panted. "Oh god, don't stop. Please. Oh Benjamin. BENJAMIN!"
I felt as though I was sinking in a lake of pleasure, all else disappeared but for the waves engulfing me. I know that several more shrieks escaped my body before I was aware of my body squeezing Benjamin in harsh spasms and his head was now flung back and his teeth were gritted as his cock swelled and he released his seed deep within my womb. Feeling his climax sent me into more small shudders of release.
I hugged his exhausted and sweaty body to me and we both lay there heaving, still intimately joined. I could feel him fall asleep over me and I remained awake thinking. All the other men that had lain with me had either wanted me to mount them and display my body to them as they lay there or had taken me lustfully, almost forcefully. Both ways meant that I was given very little consideration and little pleasure. But Benjamin had given me every consideration and more pleasure than I had ever experienced. Was this love? If he could love me so unconditionally; be so devoted to me, could I not love him as well? What was it that love felt like? I fell asleep contemplating these questions and when I awoke, I saw his face close to mine, watching me.
I looked in to his eyes and smiled "I love you Benjamin."
The Meeting
Holding you close to my body I feel the heat emanating for your very soul. I look into your eyes while delving into your mind seeing the very core of who you are. Your soul is afire with desire and want. You desire me to be near always. You want me in you at all times. Placing my hands on either side of your waist I grip tight and let you know how much I want you. Sliding my hands up your body I remove your shirt slowly brushing my hands along your sides causing you to tremble. After removing your shirt I cup your breasts in my hands pushing them together and over the top of your bra. Leaning down I lick the tops of your breasts lightly, and cause you to suck your breathe in sharply.
Moving my hands to your shoulders and my lips to meet your hot quivering lips I kiss you. While kissing you, I remove your bra and fondle your breasts, all the while avoiding your nipples. Laying you down on the bed I kiss my way from your mouth down your neck to your breasts. I can see your breathing has become stronger and deeper as I lick all around your nipples. You beg me to taste your nipples
. Hovering my mouth over your right nipple I breath warm air on it and see it tighten even more, and all the while I am staring into your hungry eyes. At last I cant resist and I take your nipple into mouth. You squeal with delight as I nibble on it and fondle your other nipple with my hand.
Kissing my way down your belly I work your zipper down and in one smooth motion I remove your pants. Looking down at you spread out on the bed wearing only your panties I can't help but feel like tearing you apart and making you mine. I see from look in your eyes the feeling is mutual. I watch as you squirm on the bed. Your hands roam your body as if searching for something and not finding it. You start to lean towards me but I motion for you to stay where you are. You place your hands between your legs and begin to put pressure on your pussy. I watch your hands work your pussy and make your panties soaking wet. Looking up to your eyes I see you looking at me with hunger in your eyes and a smirk on your face. You know I like to watch you and it make you so hot.
Reaching over I pull off your panties and reveal your bald pussy. Kneeling down I move your hands away and kiss the very top point of your hot box. Licking from the bottom of your lips to the top I taste you for the first time. You are so tasty I can't withhold my eagerness any longer. I push my face into your pussy and dart my tongue in and out fucking you with it. Listening to you moan in pleasure I grow rock hard. While licking your pussy lips and sucking on your clit I reach around with my hands and grab your ass and pull you closer to my face. I feel you hands on my head as you push me into you. I feel you start to tremble uncontrollably under my tongue. You cry out in pure ecstasy and wrap your legs around my shoulders holding me in place as I put more pressure on your clit. I can feel your orgasm thru-out your body.
As I stand to remove my pants, you lean up and stop me. Sliding your hand from under my crotch you feel my hardness and stop to give it a little squeeze on your way to my zipper. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper you caress my ass while sliding off my pants. Looking up at me from your knees, I can't help but think how beautiful you are. While you are rubbing my cock through the boxer-briefs I feel myself grow harder and strain against the soft fabric. You slide off my boxer-briefs and slip your hand over my cock. I can feel it trembling under your touch. You look me in the eye one more time and give me a little wink. As you kiss the top of my cock I try to push forward but you hold me in place. I feel your lips slide over my cock and feel your tongue darting over the head. You slowly suck me at first. As you speed up I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. I know I am close and tell you so. You look at me as if to say, So? You start to play with my balls as I begin to cum. You slowly slide my dick from your mouth and wipe a little cum off your lips with your tongue.
Placing you on the bed, I straddle your hips and hold your hands above you head. Taking my tie I surround your wrists in silky smoothness and tie you to the headboard. Sliding back down over your body I feel you shivering in anticipation. Moving off to the side of your body I kiss your forehead and slide your hair out of your eyes I can't help but fall deeper in love. Whispering in your ear while lightly caressing your nipples causes you to arch your back and struggle against the cool silk tie. Placing my hand on your tummy I gently push you down and slip my hand down your leg. Grabbing your ankle I slip a small piece of fabric over it and secure you to the bedpost. Walking around the bed you watch me with hunger in your eyes. Fighting my hand a little you resign and allow me to tie your second leg to the bedpost.
Standing at the foot of the bed I watch you lightly struggle against the restraints. Your eyes travel my body and lock on to my dick, which has been growing larger while standing there. Deciding to toy with you a little longer I slowly stroke myself while keeping my eyes on your face. Your tongue darts out and licks your lips. Straining harder on your bonds you demand that I fuck you now. Climbing between your legs I slide my cock up to your pussy and press the tip to the top of your pussy and I feel the heat emanating from you. Kissing your neck I rock back and forth pressing on your clit. You push into me and my cock slips into your pussy. Feeling your heat and wetness I slam forward and bury my cock deep inside you. Fucking you harder and faster, loving the moans and screams pouring out of your mouth it makes me go faster and harder. Untying your hands, you pull me closer and deeper with every stroke. Faster and faster we go, your screams getting louder and louder. We are both so close to orgasm we are fucking like animals. With one last hard deep thrust we cum together in moans and cries of pleasure.
I untie your feet and we lay on the bed close to each other. Stroking your hair I look into your eyes and wonder what I did to deserve a beauty like you. As I am staring at you, you look at me and give an evil little grin and with a lick of your lips we are off again…….
Thinking of My Woman
She is so sexy. Everything about her makes my pulse race. She hits my brain and my cock with a ferocity I have never felt with anyone else. I love having her on my mind. It is special, and fills me with powerful emotions and thoughts. Her voice oozes with come-on, and her eyes sparkle with seductiveness. She is my wet witch. And the spell she casts is one of desire and womanhood. I love feeling her knickers seep with liquid passion. It is one of the greatest pleasures of my life to put my hand up her skirt and stroke her pouting cunt lips through the material. I get so excited touching her womanly pussy. She tells me at times that it is a real dirty bitch and welcomes all the attention it can get. When she talks like this to me I feel helpless and find it difficult to restrain myself from fucking her. She has told me she loves cock. Loves the feel of it inside her. Her cunt doesn’t seem to have any morals. And when I am touching her I often can’t help thinking about other men who had this pleasure with her. She has told me about them, and so this picture has already been created in my mind for instant recall. She knows she gives me a dirty mind. Heightens all my senses by feeding it with tease. No one does this better than her. I encourage her to do it. But it comes natural to her. She loves me, and I know she would do anything to please me. And I would for her too. We give each other that power and entrust our frailties as well as our strength to each other. We want each other’s approval and smile of satisfaction. But I love her to be hungry and selfish within sex. I like her to get where she wants to go. The look on her face when she is like that is Siren-like and uncompromising. It is perfect. Time can never take that away from her, nor stop me from being set on fire by it. It is a treasure to have a woman who likes to fuck. To have the woman of your dreams who likes to fuck is a mind-blowing treasure. To have the love of your life wanting you to fuck her is a fantasia of reality and pleasure.
It is so difficult not to become aroused when I think of her. Even the most mundane thoughts seem to always lead to excitement. As I write this she is in work. She told me how the men employees, tease her about her sex life. She feels their horny eyes on her when she walks by them. Some women might shrink against such banter. But she tells me she doesn’t. That it can even excite her knowing that they are imagining themselves there. I like the fact that she handles it. I don’t want anyone to offend her, but if sexual innuendo is all that goes on then I want her to rise to the occasion. I know what men are like. Their cocks will always get the better of them. The right woman can outwit and certainly out tease any man. I have every confidence in her ability to do this. I like her ego being fed and think it is right to let her mind embrace it. She is at her sexiest when she feels good about herself. It doesn’t necessarily have to come from me. But I always want the final product. I don’t care who makes her horny as long as when she wants action it is with me.
This is one of the reasons why I get so aroused when she goes out to a nightclub without me. Whether she would fully admit it or not, she must at times get a rush being beyond my reach, and being seen as a single woman. She told me it was her friend who got all the attention the last time she was out. To say I find that very hard to believe is an understatement. Nonetheless it is what she told me and I do believe her. I believe her becaus
e she has usually told me the times when she has been flirtitious.
This honesty is a big thing with me. I find it sexy that she will tell me the truth. When the time comes and I am living with her, it is going to be so important that she can still be herself. If a night has been planned out with the girls I will want her to dress sexily. I know I will pine for her when she is out and wonder what she is up to, but I think we will need to keep this in our lives.
I fantasise about her coming in slightly drunk and a little tousled from the nights proceedings.
The first thing I would do is stand up and kiss her and then slip my hand between her legs to feel her pussy. I would love it if it were already wet. More than anything I would want her to know how much I missed her. I want her to be happy she is home, but also hope that she had a great night. An exciting one. If she was chatted up and got closer than perhaps she should of, on the dance floor with someone then that is fine. As long as she enjoyed it. I like her existing within her own womanhood. I don’t want to be a shackle to her excitement. I trust her. I want her to feel excited that she has a man like me. That she lives with a man like me. I trust her not to go too far with any attention she might get from other men. But there is nothing wrong with her enjoying it and even playing up to it a little. If she didn’t have that then perhaps I wouldn’t fancy her as much myself. I need my sexy woman.
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