Fellow meets an older woman and is charmed by her gracefulness, right into bed

She sat down at the table across the aisle from him,
her long legs exposed half way up her thigh. She was a
mature woman fifty-four, fifty-five maybe, but in
excellent physical shape, and with great looking legs.
She ordered a cup of tea and then smiled across the
isle at him.

He looked up again when he heard the click-click of her
heels as she approached his table.

“Please don’t think me too forward but I simply detest
sitting alone to take tea, would you mind terribly if I
sat down here and chatted with you?”

She was an extremely attractive woman with a pleasant
smile and Tom couldn’t see any harm in it. “By all
means please, I’d like some company myself and fully
understand,” he said, smiling up at her friendly face.

She was actually a very attractive full-breasted woman,
thin waist, flared hips, leggy and well toned. Her face
was beautiful and she had an overall elegance about her
that was very disarming.

“Samantha Parks… very pleased to meet you sir.
Everybody calls me Sam and that’s ok I really don’t
mind the nickname,” she told him shaking his hand

“Thomas Bray very pleased to make your acquaintance
Sam,” he told her with a smile.

Samantha opened with the weather and covered everything
from God to baseball, and strangely Tom was very
interested in everything she had to say. He didn’t add
much to the conversation he didn’t need to, or rather,
never got the chance, which was just as well, *he* not
being a great conversationalist himself.

She smiled often as she spoke touching him on the arm
occasionally. At one point reaching across the table to
dab at the corner of his mouth with her kerchief, that
had made him smile inwardly.

From what he learned she was nearly twenty years his
senior, her husband had ran off with his younger
secretary some years ago, and she had no c******n. She
was graceful and enchanting and Tom felt himself
irresistibly drawn to her innate charm.

She stopped as suddenly as she’d began, “Oh my, I’m so
sorry I didn’t mean to go on that way, you must think
I’m a terrible gossip,” she said, suddenly very shy and
blushing, as her eyes looked away avoiding his.

“Oh no Sam, I could sit here and listen to you for days
and not be bored, you’re a very interesting person and
you hold a conversation very well,” he told her,
reaching out to pat her hand.

She’d smiled over at him after that, as if she doubted
the sincerity of his statement but said, “I’ve a much
better blend than this at home, would you care to come
to my house and let me fix you a cup?” she asked him.

Tom didn’t have any pressing business that Saturday
anyhow, and decided to go and have tea with Sam, and
make a new friend. “I’d be delighted to,” he told her.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it in her excitement
and Tom could easily see he’d made her very happy by
accepting her invitation. “Well, in that case I’m ready
to leave now, how about you Thomas?”

He smiled at her and then stood, taking her hand he
helped up out of her chair, and picking up her bag made
ready to leave. Then it struck him as odd, he couldn’t
remember a single topic out of her lengthy dialog.

Tom caught himself eyeing the gentle sway of her bottom
while she passed through the door in front of him, as
they made their exit from the coffee shop. Once outside
heading for his car he continued to ogle her tight
behind and well-toned legs as she moved. It wasn’t a
hard energetic movement, more of a slow sensual rhythm
but still in all, very enticing.

Samantha paused suddenly in front of him and turned
looking back at him over her shoulder with a very sexy
smile. That had startled Tom, as he didn’t quite know
what to make of it.

She gave him directions when they’d buckled themselves
into the sedan; it wasn’t really very far away. She was
talking again but Tom wasn’t really listening that
closely, as his eyes were drawn to the way her very
thin dress lay between her legs.

They were parted slightly and he could clearly see the
rise of her mound sharply delineated by the lose
fabric; her beautifully shaped thighs were
spectacularly showcased by it as well.

At that instant Sam paused in the conversation to look
at him and flash that same smile she’d given him when
she stopped on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop.
Only this time she reached over and touched his
shoulder and there was a definite stirring in him as he
found himself fantasizing about what she would look
like nude.

Tom mentally chastised himself for his insidious mental
wonderings, “My god man, he thought, she’s old enough
to be your mother (well almost old enough) no matter
how attractive she is, he reasoned!”

It didn’t help for long, as she instantly unbuckled and
scooted across the seat closer to him, her thigh
contacting his outer leg filling his body with its
warmth and putting a bulge between his legs. Not to
mention her hem was somewhat higher now, and an even
greater portion of her shapely thigh was exposed.

He was relieved when they finally arrived at Sam’s
residence; Tom got out and came around to open the door
for her and assist her in exiting. She gracefully
pivoted in the seat swinging her legs out the door, her
hem going high enough to momentarily expose her scarlet
satin panties to his now hungry and very curious eyes.

Before getting out she looked up at him with that smile
of hers again, once standing she made her way past him
grazing his arm with the side of her firm breast. Tom
closed the door and shook off the hot shiver that had
rolled through his body when she passed.

“Follow me Mr. Bray,” her voice warm and inviting as
she spoke.

Once again click-click-click, as her beautifully shaped
bottom danced exotically before his ravenous eyes.

Strangely, once inside he found himself very strongly
attracted to her again and swelling between his legs at
her mere presence. She smiled at him, as she stepped in
very close and her fingertips lightly touched his
cheek. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes when
she touched him that time, and elder or not Tom felt
himself stirring below his belt buckle with the
sensation of her delicate warm touch.

Slipping her arm through his as she moved to his side
she asked him shyly, “Would you care to see the rest of
the house Thomas?”

Tom’s focus was momentarily riveted to the soft warmth
of her curvy hip against him, as his swelling was again
agitated by her nearness.

“Yes, I think I would Sam,” he finally responded,
pulling himself away from the torridly steamy images of
her running through his mind at that precise moment.

Samantha never moved far from him as she led him
through her home, either her hand or hip always
suggestively in contact with his body at some point.
When she led him into her second story bedroom she
immediately guided him to the double sliding doors that
led to the railed deck beyond.

Standing behind him she whispered, “This is where I
work on my tan in the summer Tom and finish those harsh
white areas that the tanning salon always creates!” Her
voice wrapped itself around him caressing him
seductively, as the images of her lying nude beneath
the sun danced lewdly through his imagination.

Samantha moved closer then, and Tom could feel the
warmth at the junction of her thighs press him at the
side of his leg. A single, terrifying, well-groomed
nail traced the line of his jaw as he shivered slightly
with its movements.

He turned quickly without forethought and pressed his
lips to hers, his hands finding the firmness of her
breasts through the thin fabric of her exotically
smooth dress. As she pressed the heat of her mound
against his bulging stiffness, Tom’s fingers discovered
the warm, firm tissue of her nipples.

Sam’s body arched against him as the pleasure of his
touch on her breasts shot through her delicate psyche
titillating the full realm of her consciousness. Her
tongue gently traced the seal of his lips, petitioning
his mouth for entry to its hidden treasures.

Like a trained agent invading his enemies’ territory
her tongue slipped easily past the security of his lips
and teeth to gain possession of her prize. She
continued her fevered movements against his pelvis as
her tongue wrestled with and pleasantly subdued the
strength of his own. It was a short battle, Tom having
neither the will nor inclination to resist such a
charming creature as this.

“Do you trust me Thomas, enough to do something if I
ask you to?” she asked him softly.

“Of course I do Samantha, what is it you want?” he

“Disrobe for me please, and lay down on the bed!” her
voice quivering slightly as she gave the instructions.

Tom was not at all surprised by the request in light of
what had just transpired between them, and began to
slowly fulfill her wish.

Sam raised the sheer dress she wore above her head
folding and pressing it neatly she laid it in the chair
next to the wall. Tom was pleased with her appearance;
she was a little thinner than he imagined which is what
made her breasts appear so ample, though they were not

Her under garments were bright red, their matching
brocade exquisite, her panties were high on her hips
and very thin in width. Narrowing down to a mere wisp,
which hardly covered the folds of her cleanly shaved

Her legs were very shapely and thin, the gaping hallow
at the top of her thighs framed the lusty, low hanging
curve of her ample mound. The custom French bra shoved
and lifted her breasts beautifully, and she smiled
widely when Tom gave out a loud whistle as his eyes
devoured her image.

Her cheeks flushed harshly red, as her eyes flew to the
floor at her feet, her gaze remaining locked there. She
hooked her fingers in the side of her panties slowly
lowering the scant wisp of fabric over the flare of her
hips and allowing them to fall to the floor.

She was art in motion as she delicately raised each
shiny high heel in turn, stepping out of the red
garment. She gracefully dipped at the knees picking up
the panties then stood widening her stance slightly, as
she twirled the scarlet garment on her finger then sent
it sailing in Tom’s direction, with a smile.

They landed beside him and when he picked them up and
placed the front panel under his nose, a look of sheer
horror came over her face. The cheeks of her face
fevered furiously as she heard him inhale deeply and
groan with delight.

“Sam, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy and savor the taste
of you!” he said with confidence, as he watched her
remove her bra.

He could see her shiver slightly, as the full import of
his words finally struck her, and he noticed the slight
smile tugging gently at the corners of her luscious
mouth. She moved toward him with that slow, sensual
grace of hers, the movement of her hips once again
causing him to swell.

“By the way I love the rigging underneath, is it
local?” he asked.

“Victoria’s Secrets, and I’m very happy you approve, I
have spent a small fortune on their products… they
make me feel so feminine!” she said with a smile.

He kissed her on the top of her cleanly shaved mound
just below the naval and felt her muscles flutter under
his lips. He slowly moved the tip of his tongue up her
body, as those fearsome nails traced light as feathers
on the back of his neck giving him chills that rolled
up and down his spine.

“I’m going to ask you to do one more thing for me
Thomas… will you?”

“What is it Sam?” he asked.

“I need to cuff your hands to the headboard Thomas…
please say you will!”

“Samantha, I’ve never played that way before and I’m
not even sure if I’d enjoy it.”

She kneeled in front of him and took hold of his hand
placing it on her breast, and then holding it there
said, “Please Thomas, I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t
important. You do trust me don’t you?” Her eyes were
gentle and hopeful as she looked up at him and spoke.

“Ok Sam, I guess theirs no harm in it,” he said.

Her eyes smiled at him instantly, and she squished her
breasts against his chest, her lips moving to brush his
lightly with her arms hugging his neck.

“I will need to freshen up a bit before we begin,” he
told her.

Smiling at him obviously pleased she said, “Everything
you’ll need is through that door over their Tom,”
indicating the location of her bath.

She lay back on the bed waiting for him, expectation
rising in tandem with her pulse, her body already warm
with its need for the seduction of her flesh.

When Tom stepped back into Samantha’s bedroom he found
her laying back on the bed, her feet on the floor, her
mind lost in a daydream. He paused, taking a moment to
drink in the attractive curves of her delicate form.

Her shoulders were strong, her breasts beautifully
formed and solid, her waist exceedingly slender. Her
pubic bone rose prominently from the flat abdomen, her
outer folds full and rounding. She was beautiful for a
woman of any age and looked stunning in high heels

As she lay there she knew he was giving her the once
over, she knew he was completely naked now. She sensed
his desire to drive his tongue into the moist crease
between her legs and smiled, she adored the impatience
she sensed inside of him.

“I knew you were sizing up my bottom when we left the
coffee house Tom, and I sensed that you liked the lay
of my dress between my legs in the car. I know you’re
naked now without looking and I know your craving to
tongue me.”

“Ok Samantha your very perceptive, but I gathered
that,” he replied.

“I need you Thomas, please come!”

He crossed the short distance between them and his
finger found there way to the rise of her mound. He
knelt between her legs, kissed the summit of its apex
gently, and then sank his teeth lightly into the soft
flesh he found there.

Samantha sighed as she felt the heat of his face
against her lower body, and cringed only slightly at
the light mark of his teeth on her mound. She could
sense his drive, it was like that of an animal, raging
and undisciplined, he was strong and dangerous but
possessed the soft emotions of a young boy. “That’s how
she broke your heart she thought.”

Lost in her intuitive gleanings Sam was caught off
guard as Tom’s tongue passed over her clit, she gasped
in complete surprise her body thrusting sharply upward
toward his face. He moved lower as she rose and impaled
her with his hot strong muscle.

She was instantly flooded with pleasure as he began to
work it in and out of her tight opening rapidly.

“No, stop, please Tom, not this way… please stop it
now!” she hissed forcefully. But Tom was in no mood to
be denied and his hands circled her wrists like a pair
of iron manacles holding her fast to the bed. He lashed
her quivering clit again, felt a tremor run full
through her body, and heard her gasp with the shock of
its sensation.

She broke to her side moving away from him and laid
still, her breasts heaving and her body racked with
shivers. “I’m sorry Tom… please you’ll get what you
want but not like that. Please lay down now and let me
cuff you!” she pleaded with a quivering in her voice.

Tom was a little shocked by her maneuver but wasn’t
about to make a fuss “after all” he had moved a little
suddenly on her. He lay back and she wrapped the
pliable nylon cuffs around his wrist, ” *he*, not wild
about the feeling of it!”

Samantha then swung her leg over him and lowered her
burning folds to within mere inches of his flinching
manhood, her gaze almost endearing as her eyes lovingly
passed over the form of her bound and helpless captive.
He wasn’t struggling; he wanted this as much as she
did… wanted to spend inside the seducing warmth of
her clutching folds.

Her smile was taunting, as her body lightly moved
against the flinching mass of hardness between his
legs. Tom arched upward forcefully driving his manhood
hard against Sam’s clit, mashing it severely against
the bone of her crevice.

She froze, her head thrown back, her eyes tightly
closed as she shuddered with the invasive impact of his
thrust. She opened her eyes their cast now infuriated,
and slapped him across the cheek.

His eyes snapped to hers, and bore into her soul
penning the message of his anger deeply on her heart in
fire. Rebelliously he thrust again, harder this time;
again she gasped shivering severely with the unexpected
invasion of her labium and the rushing thrill of her

Smack! The resounding impact of her palm was like the
crack of a rifle, as it filled the space around them.
“Not without my permission,” she whispered, the glitter
of her eyes dancing mischievously, as her gaze roamed
over his face gauging the mood of his eyes.

She raised the burning mass of her heat away from his
sensitive organ, removing the temptation from him to
disobey her again. Then she gently kissed his lips as
he tugged at his restraints.

“Cock teasing bitch!!” he growled at her.

“Yes… but your bitch now Thomas, and in spite of your
momentary anger you’re going to be very glad I am,” her
voice surprisingly gentle and soothing with her

With a taunting smirk on her face she lowered her mouth
to his cheek, where her sharp, hot tongue traced the
length of his jaw line, and then, almost tenderly,
kissed the stinging red of his cheek.

Gone was the retiring shyness of the gracefully refined
woman he had taken tea with, in her place was a she
animal in heat, driven by the wild chemistry of her
seasonal mating call. He didn’t understand her, and
wasn’t sure he wanted to… but sweet god how he wanted
to ravish her at that moment and pound that smirking
grin into total submission!

“Do you want me Thomas?” she purred against his ear.

“Before I’m finished with you’ll wish I’d never
started!!” he hissed angrily, his eyes scalding her as
they settled on her face.

Samantha giggled lightly, her response telling him she
was pleased with his answer, but he didn’t fully
comprehend exactly why.

“Are going to be rough with me Thomas, pounding me
until I lay beneath you senseless and whimpering, out
of my head with passion for you my love?” she taunted.

“Whore, you’ll beg me for what’s between my legs before
I fuck your brains out of your skull you teasing
bitch!” he spat.

“Yes Thomas, your teasing bitch, whore, but you want me
don’t you my love?” she laughed.

Leaning over him Sam kissed him lightly, initiating a
series of short energetic movements against his
straining hardness with her lower body, which made him
arch high and cry out against her. Then she stopped and
kissed him again.

“Finish it damn you!” He howled.

“No… not yet, you’re not ready,” she said softly. She
moved to his side staring at his raging manhood, a
smile on her shapely lips.

He strained to see her now, her eyes sparkling
mischievously, her light blonde hair lose and free
about her neck and shoulders. Sam lowered her mouth to
his flinching mass and barely raked the head of his
organ lightly with her teeth.

“Shall I kiss it Tom, will you relent and be kind if I
do?” she teased.

Knowing he could not trust himself to be civil, he
merely moaned!

His next sensation was that of warm, wet silk, wrapping
itself around the head of his mass and circling slowly.
His fire raged again and his bones shook, as the soft,
smooth velvet of her mouth engulfed his enraged staff.

She had pivoted and straddled his legs never releasing
him; her mouth was heavenly as she worked him in and
out of her soft cavity. She teasingly hummed as she
worked him, the vibratory ripple of her inflection
exploding in tiny droplets of pleasure all over his
body and mind.

Deeper and deeper she went, when at last her nose
bumped the hard bone of his pubic, Tom’s roar of
pleasure thundered through the room. And while he
couldn’t see it he knew she was giggling inwardly like
some silly schoolgirl.

He watched intently as the scarlet ring of her lips
rose slowly on his shaft. And felt her deliberately
dragging her teeth against the underside of his
tortured manhood, sending his body into yet another
spastic fit.

“Damn Samantha, you’re too much!” he growled

Down again she plunged, the sweet, hot darkness, of her
mouth; bumping her nose at the base once more. Her eyes
held his as she paused at the base and swallowed, her
throat muscles squeezing his cock deliciously! Sending
Tom into shock again and “again” his voice thundered
around them while colorful expletives flew everywhere,
and once again he knew she was laughing.

Sam pulled her mouth completely off of Tom’s engorged
mass and moved up his body far enough to lean down and
kiss his mouth; she was very good at this part as well.
She traced the surface of his lips with the tip of her
tongue and then slipped it back in again.

“Did you enjoy that Thomas?” she toyed.

“Immensely,” he told her, having at last “forgiven” her
for slapping him, her tenderness having already
disarmed his hot anger.

She raised herself above him, and then reaching back
with her hand and aligned the mass of his head against
the swollen lips of her passage. She moved down against
him teasing herself as his shaft passed over her nub.

Again and again, she rocked her hips against the
unbearable smoothness of his hardness, her breath
escaping in small puffs of erotic music, as she
blatantly mashed her bud against him. Tom pushed hard
against her, “making her gasp loudly” and initiated a
series of hard short thrust against her crevice that
rocked her passion.

“Oh Thomas, it’s too urgent! Do you even know what
you’re doing to me?” she cooed softly.

He smiled at her complaint understanding her dilemma,
“Free my hands Sam you’re going to need them,” he told

“Yes lover,” she said with a knowing smile, looking
directly in his eyes as she unfastened the Velcro
straps. From her shapely lips, a gentle stream of soft,
enticing compliments flowed, that caressed his ego and
teased his straining flesh.

She took his lips, and plundered his mouth, her urgency
pleasing him, as she continued to rock her hips against
his cock. The soft sounds emanating from her throat as
she kissed him, beckoning gently to his boiling

“Bring it up to my mouth Sam!”

She instantly moved to comply, shimmying up his body
until her wet, swollen lips, bumped his mouth. Tom
slipped his tongue between her folds and swiped her
quivering clit as his hands squeezed the hard cheeks of
her ass!

“Please… please make me cum Tom… it’s been too
long!” She gasped intensely.

“I love a girl willing to beg for what she wants…
only the best sluts do it Sam!!” he laughed.

“Yes bastard… I’ll be your slut and more if it please
you, but please help me orgasm!!” she pleaded

He slapped her ass before plunging at her viciously;
his tongue was like a tireless whip on her clit and
lips. Sam began to moan and rotate her hips against his
mouth her fingers clutching the hair of his head

“You’re an impatient slut… aren’t you Sam?”

“Yes sir… I’m sorry sir, do I displease you with my
behavior?” she asked politely, knowing even as she
asked that he was pleased with her impatience.

Tom didn’t reply, instead he rapidly pummeled her hard
flinching clit, and then sucked it into his mouth. He
ever so slowly scraped along its length with his teeth
as Samantha’s body twisted and swayed in a fevered
dance of torrid lust above him!

“Oh god… Oh god… Oh god Tom, please!”

“Please what you horny little slut?” he rudely teased.

“Oh god… I need to-t-t-t!!” she slipped into a low
continuous wail at that point.

Tom smiled; he already knew what was on her mind.

As she lowered her sheath over him she bathed his
hardness with her delicately scented arousal, her heart
leaping inside at the beckoning sound of his mating
call, the deep thundering moan that inflamed her mind
and thrilled her heart!

Sam lost herself at that moment in the intense
sensation of his hardness filling her body. There was
nothing more in her consciousness other than the sound
and feel of him as he lay beneath her. The game had
worked too well and she was teetering on the edge of
oblivion ready to freefall into a pool of pleasurable

She felt the head of his hot organ bump the entrance of
her uterus and began to tremble. Her eyes were closed
tightly as she began to rock against the massive
hardness under her she could smell the scent of her own
arousal rise to her nostrils and knew she was flowing
against him profusely. But she was unashamed, she was a
bitch mating with her lover at the seasons call and she
didn’t care what she looked like or how she might
smell; all that mattered was the impending explosion of
joy yet unachieved.

Her breath came in a series of short impassioned gasps,
as his plundering hardness thrust savagely through her
consciousness stirring the very center of her hearts
emotions. He pounded the sweet softness of her slick
opening, moving her body like a limp rag doll with the
sheer raging force of his thrusts.

She bit her lip, as she tried desperately to suppress a
cry, knowing that no reply would be forthcoming.

“Thomas its time now!” she whispered urgently above

“S-h-h-h-h…no my love not yet,” he told her as he
arched again burying himself deeply in her body once

She whimpered as he slammed against her clit again,
rocking her needy body with yet another sharp wave of
pleasure. She didn’t know how much more she could
withstand, her creative folds were weeping profusely
her nipples burning and ready to explode… surely he
was deliberately trying to drive her mad.

“Let me cum you bastard!” She finally screamed at him.

Her protest filled him with a profound joy, because he
knew he had done his job well with her… he knew now
she would be satisfied with her release.

Tom felt the very first tremors of her passage around
his shaft as she began to whine softly above him. He
drove at her with all his might arching high against
the bed, his hands taking possession of both breasts as
she came. He squeezed hard and she cried out with the
most pitiful sound he had ever heard as her entire body

She was begging him for more as he hammered her slight
form; the beauty of her unbridled need now replacing
that reserved elegance that he had found so attractive
earlier. Tom erupted inside this beautiful woman the
heat of his seed filling every possible crevice of her
body as her hands covered his at her breasts and gently
stroked his skin there. She helped him empty himself
with the movement of her hips as she stroked his cock
milking every last drop of his fluid from his body.

He found her eyes as the last tremors of her release
echoed throughout her body and witnessed the
transformation from intense need to complete
fulfillment. He beheld there the softness of her nature
as her spirit made peace with her flesh and perfect
balance was restored to her character.

When they finished she placed her hands beside his head
palm down on the sheets and bent over to give him a
kiss. It was deep and soft and she lingered with it for
some time before rolling off to his side and resting as
close as possible to him.

They fell asleep with her arm across his chest and her
leg over the top of his thigh her head resting at his
shoulder. It was the sweetest rest he had ever known.


When Tom woke the room was dark and he was alone in the
bed his eyes explored the room looking for Sam and
that’s when he noticed the doors to the deck were open.

She stood on the deck leaning on the rail the soft
evening breeze playfully tossing the lighter strands of
her silken hair. Tom stood at the entrance and observed
the gentle spell of the soft moonlight surrounding her,
cloaking her body with the hue of its soft color making
her appear very sexy indeed in the seductive glow of
its light.

From behind he surveyed the beauty of her form in the
light see through gown she wore as the evening breeze
pressed it into the folds of that wonderful ass of hers
and wrapped it around the lean slender curves of her

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she whispered softly.

Yes Sam, it’s a perfect setting with you standing
beneath the moon and stars scantily covered as you
are,” he replied moving closer to her.

“You belong here Tom, with me, this is where you were
always meant to be,” she sighed.

“I know Sam,” he replied as he pressed his cock into
the crevice of her ass.

Samantha pressed back and rotated her rear slowly,
grinding against the growing mass of his manhood “Will
you take me here lover under the stars and moon,
beneath the eyes of God himself?” she asked softly.

“If you’re agreeable my dear,” he told her.

“As you already know lover, I’m very agreeable where
you’re concerned,” she giggled.

He slapped her buttock, the crack of it sweet music to
his ears, she jerked sharply at the deadly sting of its
kiss! No sooner had the sound died, then his hand
reared back for another blow, again and again, his hard
hands fell against her trembling cheeks.

“Its time you discovered who it is that owns you now
Sam!!” he growled.

He was a relentless dog with his discipline, continuing
cold-heartedly until her sobs filled the air around
them. His face contorted into a hideous leering mask of
sadistic joy beneath the cold light of a lovers moon;
his hands then mauled the searing, painful heat, of her

She moaned as her lust rose again in her body with the
touch of those strong warm hands on her ass.

She jerked with each painful movement of his hands her
tears running freely down the cheeks of her face her
legs shaking… the folds of her cunt dripping with
moisture. With both hands on her hips he pulled back
forcefully and jammed his aching muscle firmly into the
crack of her ass, forcing a gasp from between those
beautiful shapely lips of hers.

“Oh baby, how did you know?” she whispered over her

“You’re not that difficult to read sweetheart,” he told

“How will you punish your slut my Lord!” she whimpered.

“However I please whore, and tonight it’s your ass that
pleases me witch. Now drop your hand to tease your cunt
with, while I satisfy myself deep in the burning
passage of your ass,” he ordered.

Sam leaned over the rail and began to play with herself
as he had instructed, happy to be dominated by him at

“I won’t let you cum until I do,” she whispered into
the night air, as she felt him slide the sheer gown up
around her hips.

Pissed, he growled savagely as he plunged his hardness
rapidly into the tight opening of her hot ass. Sam’s
focus was temporarily set aside when the rapid invasion
of her ass took the forefront of all her thoughts.

“How does it feel whore?” he spat.

Sam didn’t reply, of course, she felt dirty by reason
of his treatment of her and rude speech… and she
liked the way it made her feel.

She adored his rough use of her, with every brutal
stroke of his cock her lust rose in intensity and her
body was racked with indescribable pleasure. He took
the long full locks of her hair in his hand and held
her tightly with it, as if it might be the reins of
some horse whose path he was directing.

He slowed then, filling her with the full length of his
hardness and pausing fully seated in her passage to
flex his hardness inside her. His free hand was
sinister against her breasts giving her even more pain
to mingle with her pleasure as he used her ruthlessly.

“My slut owns one fine ass,” he bellowed over her.

“And my Lord knows how to please it well,” she

Samantha flexed her ass against his resting shaft and
heard him groan behind her. She then began a slow
twisting forward motion on his cock flexing
intermittently as she went and then, just as slowly,
she moved in the opposite direction until his cock was
fully seated in her ass again.

“My god you feel incredible lover!!” she whispered in
front of him.

Sam began a well metered up and down motion with her
bottom, designed to rapidly pump him in and out of her
opening and allow her to control the speed. Her lover
pulled hard on the thick braid of wild hair in his hand
drawing her body hard against his and once more driving
his cock fully into her opening.

“Bastard, don’t make me cum yet,” she hissed back at

“You’ll cum as it pleases me my handsome whore… and
you’ll love it slut,” he growled in reply.

With every brash statement from him her need only
increased and her cunt became just that much hotter.
She… fucking him as fast as she could like some hot
nymphomaniac whore that couldn’t wait to get off.

She nearly came when she felt the stinging blow of his
palm against her ass cheek; fluid was oozing from her
crevice like never before. She captured a small pool of
the stuff in her palm, raised it to his shaft to lube
him with it, and shivered as her hand touched the hot
flesh of his cock.

“You love being my ass slut don’t you Sam?” he taunted.

“Yes my Lord… I’m pleased to be whatever makes you
happy Tom,” she whimpered.

His body began a frenzied in and out pounding motion of
her tiny ass as his fingers twisted her nipples
painfully. She began to wail to the stars and moon, a
song of her release as her lover’s cock ravished her
tight, hot ass.

She felt him expand inside her as the very first
tremors of her climax shook her vaginal passage, the
pleasure lifting her from the balcony to a place
somewhere high in the heavens above.

She screamed as she felt the first searing load of his
cum fill her and drive her immediately into another
hard orgasm.

She begged him not to stop, begged him to ravish her
even harder with his large savage cock. She spoke
beautiful things to him as she came with his cock
inside her, things no other woman had ever said to him

When the last stream of his cum filled her he paused
with his cock fully inserted in her well-lubed ass and
smiled, as he felt her still grinding weakly against
his body. When he slowly slipped out of her body she
whimpered and collapsed on her knees next to the deck
railing and shivered kneeling there in front of him.

At long last she rose unsteadily from the floor of the
deck, turned to face him, and then stretched up on her
tiptoes to kiss his lips. Tom placed his arms low
around her waist and gently drew her close to him as
they necked beneath those heavenly lights.

“I will be sore tomorrow,” she whispered as she placed
her cheek against his chest.

Tom placed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her
eyes to his own; they were peaceful and adoring as he
kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I think I may be in love with you Tom!” she said as he
looked into her eyes.

“Good, because I’m certainly well taken with you
Samantha,” he told her.

“It is said dear one, that love observes but one rule,
the willingness to return it, and respects no season,
save that of the willing heart.

“Are you willing Tom?”

“Yes,” his simple reply.

“Will you spend the night with me Tom?” she asked him.

Tom did spend the night with her, as well as the rest
of his life. The two became inseparable, in a love
affair that expanded beyond their mutual lust for each
other into many other areas of a common life
experienced together.

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