With her feet dangling off the edge of the porch she took a deep breath, absorbing the serenity of her surroundings; the soothing breeze brushing across the orchard, the smell of freshly ripened apples growing in the trees, and the cold wet grass under her feet tickling her as she swung them to and fro. Completely lost in the tranquility of the moment she failed to notice the screen door creak open.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
Barely able to gather herself “Hmm? Oh, yeah sorry” she replied.
“Well I picked a few this morning if you would like some?” he proclaimed.
Without hesitation “Yes please.”
Getting up she walked towards the door, opening it he motioned for her to go first. The moment she set foot inside she spotted the apples on the countertop, the crimson color contrasted with the room.
Walking towards them she felt a tug at her arm,
“Now now, I picked those. If you want one, they aren’t free” he stated.
“Oh? And what must I do for them?” she questioned.
“Fruit for fruit, I’ll take whatever your body has to offer” he declared.
“I don’t know. That doesn’t seem fair” she indicated.
“I wasn’t asking was I?” he interjected.
In one swift motion he pulled her towards him; dropping one arm behind her legs sweeping her off her feet and catching her with the other. He then carried her to the bedroom before resting her softly on the bed.
Kneeling down he removed her skirt, throwing it across the room. With his hands now free of her skirt he inspected her legs, slowly sliding them up to her blouse. He cautiously removed each button, before pulling it off and resting it on the side of the bed. Standing up he began removing his shirt, as she released the button on his pants allowing them to drop to the floor.
With his hands he shoved her back, forcing her to lie down. Taking only a moment to inspect her, his hands then slithered across her vibrant skin; starting at her thighs working their way up to her breasts.
As his hands massaged her breasts he leaned in to run his tongue along her body, the cold tickle of his tongue sent shivers up her spine. As he stopped at her chest he looked up,
“Tell me what I want to hear” he demanded.
“Make me wet” she drawled.
His head turned “I must not have heard you, what was that?”
“Make me wet…master” she quickly added.
“Much better” he said with a smile.
One hand left her breast, driven with lust, as it moved down to her inner thigh. With his body he held one leg out of his way, as his hand pushed aside the other. Running his fingertips down her inner thigh, he then slowly slid his fingers into her watching as the expression on her face filled with desire.
As his fingers danced about inside of her, he pressed his lips onto her nipple teasing it with his tongue. Letting out a soft moan she held his hand in place, coaxing it in to herself ever so slightly.
A wicked thought took over as he pulled his fingers out. Moving his hand on top of hers he manipulated her hand, sliding one of her fingers into herself.
“I think I need some help” he so wickedly stated.
Before she could reply she felt two of his fingers slither their way in, moving her finger around inside of her. In shock she turned red,
“What are y…” She gasped.
“I said I needed help, I didn’t say I would stop” he interrupted.
She replied with a sharp moan as she helped him as best she could. His body quickly got up as his other hand lunged forward, taking hold of her throat. Merely resting upon it, letting her know who was in charge. It wasn’t long before her lewd juices ran across his fingers before dripping to the floor. With a mischievous smile upon his face he pulled their fingers back, lifting her hand up to his mouth before licking her off of her own finger.
“Delicious” he grinned.
He forcefully rolled her body over, taking hold of her shoulders standing her up. With his hands he bent her exposed body over the bed, lifting her head by her chin forcing her to stare at the mirror on the vanity.
“Look at yourself, marvel at your body as I have my way with it” he quipped.
He quickly thrust himself into her, forcing a swift shriek out of her. Pumping into her with his cock as her body lifted from the recoil. She watched diligently from the mirror, intoxicated by her body thrashing about.
His hand slid from her chin to her throat, firmly wrapping itself around it. He squeezed, only allowing her enough air to stay conscious. Unable to reach the bed below her, she instead reached back bracing her hands in his hip.
“Look at how wonderful your body moves as I have my way” he proclaimed.
“H-ar…der…m-m-m-aste…r” she begged as she clamored for air.
She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, pulsating in symphony with her racing heart. Driven by the pounding her body received she let out a scream, a simple cry of hope; a hope for more, so much more.
Suddenly he pulled himself out dropping her to the bed, before flipping her body over.
“You don’t get to cum yet, at least not from me” he commanded as he slowly crawled on top of her and smiled, “If you want to cum, you’ll have to do that yourself. I can wait.”
“But I…Yes master” she murmured.
Her body trembled as she bowed her head, embarrassed by his request.
“Don’t look away, I want to watch you squirm as you finger yourself” he demanded.
With her face painted red she slowly moved her hand down and across her body, quickly realizing how wet she was. The thought of him watching her masturbate caused her to drip with excitement. She always wanted him to watch as she pleased herself but thought he would never ask.
As her fingers danced about herself his eyes studied her expressions. In his perverted sense of joy his smile grew wicked as he leaned down to whisper in her ear,
“Cum for me, and I will let you ride me” he claimed.
Too embarrassed to speak she merely nodded; the only sounds able to escape her were the moans of her own enjoyment.
He sat up, spreading her legs so his twisted eyes could catch a glimpse of the show. He watched as she squirmed about, her back slowly arching as she grew ever closer. She turned her head unwillingly as he reached down turning it back,
“No, I want to see your face as you cum” he demanded.
Just then she gasped for air, a delicate cry of ecstasy escaped as her body contorted.
“That’s it? I was hoping for a better show than that” he sighed, “I wanted to hear you scream, I guess I will have to do that myself.”
The second she pulled her hand back, he forced his cock in before she could gather herself. Lifting her up, carrying her over to the chair before sitting down.
“Now… Ride me till you scream” he demanded.
“Yes master” she exhaled.
Just before she could wrap her arms around him, he took hold of her wrists restraining them behind her.
“For a show like that, I can’t let you use your hands” he stated.
With her face still red her hips began to sway, elegantly inching his cock in deeper. The penetration of his cock sent chills up her spine, filling her mind with lust and desire. Unable to hold herself back she began bouncing on his lap, causing her to let out a sharp gasp with each downward thrust. The silent room filled with the sound of her lewd juices clapping against body.
The vivacity of her movements weren’t enough, instead he decided to help. Thrusting up into her each time she fell down, turning her moans into screams. With her hands still restrained behind her, she was unable to brace herself. Each thrust gave a perfect contrast of both pain and pleasure.
Lost in the moment he let go of her wrists pulling her body to his, squeezing it tightly against his. Upon realizing her hands were free she swiftly wrapped her arms around him, unknowingly driving her nails into his back.
With the force of their movements, her juices splashed about. Dripping down the shaft of his cock onto the chair, the sensation of it only excited him more. Her nails drove deeper into his back as she took a deep breath; no longer bouncing upon his lap, but instead forcing her body down to accept every inch she could possibly withstand. His hard cock penetrated her very core as she let out a moan,
“More…” she begged.
“You have been such a good girl. If more is what you want, then more is what you’ll get” he replied “But first, my cock needs to be cleaned. It’s dripping wet because of you.”
“Please master, let me clean it for you” she pleaded.
Standing up he carried her over to the bed, resting her back on the bed. He spun her body around till her head barely rested on the edge. The sight of her lying there with her mouth agape, welcoming his cock, drove him mad with lust. He drove himself deep into her throat as she gagged. The sight of her throat expanding to accept his cock served only to feed his desire for more.
Unable to restrain himself, instead possessed by sheer lust, he fucked her causing her to choke from the force of it. Her body twisted as she fought for air; grasping her breasts he forced her to the bed to hold her steady as her legs then flailed about. His eyes fixated on her throat, watching in a daze, as it expanded with each thrust of his cock.
The sounds of her gagging caused him to pull back, freeing his cock from her mouth.
“No!” she screamed, “I…I wasn’t done…master.”
“Oh? So you like the way you taste on my cock?” he replied.
“…Y-es…” she whimpered.
“Get on your knees and you can have all you want” he commanded.
Rolling herself over, she stumbled to the floor resting on her hands and knees patiently. He took a few steps back,
“You will have to crawl if you really want more. Show me just how much you want it” he demanded.
“Yes master” she replied.
Slowly, one hand in front of the other, almost taunting him, she crawled. Upon reaching him she looked up,
“I want to watch as you swallow every drop” he demanded.
She didn’t even reply; unable to retain her patience any longer, her mouth quickly wrapped around his cock. Her lips softly caressed him as she coaxed every inch deep into her throat. She enjoyed the flavor of his cock, enough so that a soft moan expressed her gratitude.
She placed one hand on his hip as the other took hold of his shaft, toying with him as the tip of her tongue teased him. She ran her tongue along his shaft dragging her lips along with it, looking up to enjoy his expressions.
His breathing grew heavy as he placed his hand on her head, satisfied with the sight of her toying with him. Taking hold of her hair he pulled her head back, leaving her hand behind to continue.
“Beg for it” he snarled.
“P-please master, may I?” she begged.
With a wicked smile on his face he shoved her head back in, forcing every inch down her throat as both her hands embraced his hips. Letting go of her hair he took hold of her hands, placing them on the back of her head. He held her head in place waiting for her to gag, only releasing her head once she does. With each breath she took he forced his way back in, each time waiting for her to squirm about for air.
He wanted to see her body writhing about, fighting to withstand his punishment. Sated by the sounds of her gagging he braced her head tightly, pumping himself in and out enjoying the sounds her mouth made as it embraced his pulsating cock.
He then slammed his cock into the back of her throat, holding her in place. Gagging from the force of it, her eyes welled up with tears as his cock throbbed into her. She swallowed all of it, each with a loud gulp.
His grip loosened as his strength weakened; with her hands now free she wrapped them tightly around his waist holding him in place until the throbbing stopped. Still not satisfied, she pulled back taking hold of his shaft. She then rubbed whatever else she could out of him, licking up every drop that made its way out.
“Did, did you enjoy yourself?” he exhaled.
Looking up at him,
“I did…Master” she mocked.
“Well a deal is a deal. You can have an apple” he concluded.
“I’m full enough for now. Maybe later” she quipped.
Standing up she took hold of his wrist, guiding him to the bed. She laid down patting her hand on the sheet, implying that he should lie next to her. Accepting the offer he laid down next to her, his arm slid under her as her body moved in towards his. Her head now resting on his chest as his arm held her close.
“That was just for a single apple, if you want dinner I will need more” he added.
Looking up at him she replied, “Now that you mention it. I think I want dinner right now.”
“Such a good girl” he smiled.
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