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My name is Brenda Grafton, I'm 28 never married and intrigued by John Malone. My reputation fascinates Brenda and my age 55 also intrigues her. She is the pampered daughter from a old money family of Dallas, her family's money is from oil and gas. She is an attractive, well mannered young lady. She is 5'4", 115 lbs, slender but shapely, firm, high breasts, small taut waist and a tight, rounded ass. Long, thick unmanageable blonde hair accents her face and her best feature is blue eyes framed by long, lashes and a full sensual mouth. John Malone is a self made Billionaire, a businessman and lawyer and owner of one of the largest and most prosperous farms in Texas. I also own one of the largest horse farms in Louisville Kentucky. Her father is a limited partner in two of my oil and gas exploration companies, I approached Brenda and introduced myself. There is obviously something between us, and we spent the balance of the day, talking and, laughing. I took Brenda out to dinner twice, she was never alone with me.

Brenda knew I had been married six times, she gathered from the rampant gossip in Dallas, my marriages ended in divorces. I never lack for female companionship and my pride and ego is soothed by women, being a work alcohilac and sex. Brenda thinks I began dating her because I saw her as a malleable possession I can shape, dominate and control. Brenda is fascinated and intrigued in dating a older man, I have no qualms explaining and discussing with her my sexual needs. While trying not to frighten her, I made it clear I wanted sex with her. She is still an innocent and naive woman. She barely knew what sex was, but she knew she couldn't give me what I wanted, and begged me to wait. We kissed when we were together, and to placate me, she would allow me to slip my hand under her skirts and fingered her, igniting physical sensations that she has never experienced before, but enjoyed. Being fifty-five and divorced six times with experience dating women between 18 to 45, Brenda's naiveté is a challenge for me.

Brenda is flattered someone like me, very wealthy, tall, well educated and experienced in dating women. Brenda loved the attention I paid her, and the looks of envy on the faces of the other young women when they would see us together. Brenda loved horseback riding. She would often ride her favorite horse along the tree-lined road that ran through the woods behind her families farm. She is on the road riding home, enjoying the warm, balmy weather, when she had that unsettling, prickly feeling at the back of her neck and turned to see another rider following her at a distance. Alone on the secluded road she started riding faster, but the other rider sped up and quickly caught up with her and blocked her path. She looked up and saw me on my magnificent Bay and with a sense of relief, she smiled and said good evening. " What are you doing out here?" She questioned me. Ignoring her question, I countered with one of my own. " A better question is what are you doing out here? You shouldn't be out here alone Brenda," I said, dismounting and stepping closer to her horse.

" Thank you for your concern John, but I'm perfectly safe," She said as I helped her from her horse. " I'm near home, and anyway, I ride this road almost every day." Looking at her intently, I took another step toward her and she instinctively stepped back in response to the narrowing distance between us. Feeling uncomfortable by my closeness, she began to walk around me, " Well, my folks are probably waiting dinner for me, so I'd better get on home," She said nervously. As she tried again to pass, I took her arm pulling her to me, forcing my rough hand inside her shirt. Though she had let me take some liberties before, it had been different...gentle, pleasurable. This assault is hurtful. She screamed in shock and embarrassment and begins to struggle against me trying to break my hold as I lifted her off the ground, half dragging her toward a small copse of trees. Another rider approached, " This isn't finished, Brenda," I whispered as I took my hand and pulled her along behind me. " It's me, Reverend, just me, Robert Grafton." The Reverend smiled and shook my hand and she watched as his expression changed when he saw her. " I think you know Brenda, don't you? We were just talking a bit," I said casually with a broad conspiratorial grin on my face.

Brenda sees my darkening scowl. That incident left her shaken and should have been a warning of things to come. On Friday we departed for my farm to spend the weekend together. Brenda watched my stern face, as we rode in silence towards my farm. When we reached the house, I helped her out of the car. She is surprised when without a kiss or caress I told her to go upstairs and I would be up shortly. " John, aren't you coming up with me?" She began, before I rudely cut her off. " Go . . . now," I said sharply. Looking at me with hurt feelings and disbelief, she turned obediently to climb the staircase. She entered what is obviously my room and stood there her eyes taking in everything. Meandering about the room, she saw it is huge and thoroughly masculine, dominated by a massive bed to one side, chairs, tables, louvered glass doors opening onto a balcony, a large mahogany bar in the corner and one wall covered entirely with shelves of leather bound books. Crossing through an opened doorway, she walked into a smaller less masculine adjoining bedroom. The room when compared to my bedroom is quite feminine, the furniture finely crafted and the room beautifully decorated and filled with yellow roses, her favorite.

Hearing the bedroom door open she turned to see me walking across the larger room, and stopping in the adjoining doorway between the rooms, closing the door behind me. Smiling, she hurried to me, but stopped short of reaching me when she saw my look of displeasure. I said nothing at first, but began casually talking as I circled her, gradually backing her against the bedroom door. Brenda had no chance to scream, before I pushed her hard into the door and said between clenched teeth, " You're mine for the weekend, Brenda?" She moved away from me, but I went after her and just when she thought she would get away, I caught hold of the back of her dress and with brute strength tore it from her back. I spun her around and slammed her against the wall. Stunned and scared, she stood there motionless as I pinned her arms above her head.

" John, stop," She cried, tears streaming down her face. " Shut up!" Terrified and not understanding why I was talking to her like that, but more fearful of antagonizing me further, she stood there as I lifted her dress up, and with my foot pushing against her, forcing her to spread her legs apart. I undid my trousers freeing myself, and roughly stroking my cock until covered in a thin, sticky film. When I'm fully erect, I pulled her white lace panties aside and shoved my hard, hot cock into her small, tight opening. For a moment, a look of surprise flickered across my face and I stopped. I looked down questioningly into her wide, terrified eyes and then with a smirk, deliberately tore through her tightness and mercilessly thrust into her until I spasm and spewed my cum inside her. " Oh my god, oh my god," She kept repeating while I held her there against the wall continuing to slam into her until my cock softened and I withdrew. I released her wrists, my thick cum slowly dripping out of her, becoming cool and sticky between her bruised thighs. I looked down at her and said with contempt, " The next time, Brenda, I'll teach you to suck my cock and I'll do it in your mouth."

With my trousers undone and my penis still fully exposed, I walked over and sat down in one of the big overstuffed chairs. Pouring a brandy, I sat there stroking myself and watching her. Slowly I got up and towering over her, said, " Stop your damn crying." Her fear is obvious and she cringed away from me. I forced her to look at me, when I lifted her chin and spat out the words, " So you have not been fucked in a long time." Confused, it took a few seconds for her to comprehend what I'm saying. " John, I didn't, I've never," but her protests trailed off when I squeezed her face and said, " I want you to listen carefully to what I'm telling you, Brenda. Don't you defy me or hesitate when I tell you to do something. You're here for the weekend, and I expect you to do as told. Do you understand?" No, she didn't understand, but all she dared to do is nod her head " yes." I bent down and kissed her hard and painfully before turning and leaving her in the room. Brenda got up and stumbled to the bed becoming more aware of the soreness between her legs, and their shakiness when she walked. Her tears starting again when she looked down at her dress and saw it is not only torn but also stained with flecks of her blood and my semen.

I had already left by the time she arose the later. As she finished her wine, she thought about our eariler encounter and shuddered. She knew she did not want me to put my cock inside her again. She wondered, " Is that what it meant to date me?" She briefly considered leaving and going home, but she knew she couldn't do that and so she resigned herself to stay. It is a warm afternoon and she is in the rose garden cutting flowers when I approached her. She had her back to the path when she hears a rustling sound behind her and without turning around, she feels a tightness in her chest. Instinctively she knew it was me, and she knew what I wanted. She stood there petrified as I came up behind her. Her basket fell from her arm and flowers scattered on the path at her feet when I cupped her breasts and rubbed my growing cock against her ass. I dropped my hands to her waist pulling her hips tightly to me, letting my hard cock press along the length of her crack. When grinding against her wasn't enough, with the barrier of our clothing between us, I begin dry hump her the way you see the dogs doing in the yard. I'm humping her as a male dog would a bitch in heat.

" No, no, John, please not again," Brenda said as I pushed her ahead of me into the greenhouse pressing her forward until I have her bent over an old, battered cutting table. " Shhhhhh, quiet, I know I'm your first, but I promise it won't hurt like it did before," I chided as I undid my trousers. With one hand on her back to hold her there, I raised the back of her dress and tore her thin panties off. She tried to get from under me as I swatted her hard across her naked ass with my hand. " Don't pull away from me, Brenda, do you hear me?" I admonished, as if talking to a disobedient child. " Don't you ever hold yourself from me," I said menacingly. She lay there crying quietly trying to understand how I could do this to her. Brenda grimaced as I entered her, " Oh god . . . stop, you're hurting me. . . please, it's too big . . . too big," She whimpered when I pushed my bulbous, purple cock head deeper inside her. Oblivious to her pleas, I held her hips thrusting into her, my long thick cock filling every inch of her. Faster and deeper, deeper and harder until my body tensed and I begin to grunt with my urgent thrusting into her. Finally, holding her tighter, I stiffened and she feels me forcefully erupt, claiming again what I already perceived as belonging to me.

When I finished, I pulled out of her and slowly milked the remains of my cum onto the small of her back where it pooled and slowly dripped between her cheeks. I pulled my trousers up and waited for her to adjust her clothes. As she started walking shakily towards the house, she stopped in mid stride when I demanded, " Where are you going?" " I'm going into the house," She responded timidly. Later that night Brenda was awakened by sounds in the room She groggily opened her eyes and sat up in bed searching the dimly lit room. As her head cleared and her eyes became more accustomed to the dark, she saw me seated quietly at the foot of the bed. I stood and came toward her and she tried to scoot to the other side of the bed. " You don't need to be afraid of me, Brenda," I said. " Then what do you want here in the middle of the night?" She asked, suddenly emboldened by her anger.

" It's simple . . . I want you," I said sarcastically. " What?" She replied incredulous. " Don't cry, it won't do you any good to cry," I said stretching out next to her. She stiffened as I possessively groped her, my hand trailing down to her breasts where I squeezed and pinched them until her nipples are hard sensitive peaks. I got up and pulled her to a sitting position, bound her arms behind her back with my tie, and had her kneel on the floor. I came back into the room, a drink in my hand, my unbuttoned shirt exposing my broad, hairy chest. I unbuckled my belt, and standing in front of her and freed my cock, thrusting my hips forward and waited. She lifted her eyes, not understanding what I wanted or expected from her. I reached out and smoothed her hair from her face, applying pressure to the back of her head forcing it closer to me. I pressed her lips to my penis and she froze. " No, no, I can't. This is wrong! Please, John, don't make me do that," She begged. " Yes, you will do it," I said in a quiet, confident voice. " That's a good girl," I said. Brenda quietly whimpered when I let my hand slip between her legs, cupping her moistening, throbbing pussy sliding two large fingers inside her. I removed my trousers and kicking them aside. Brenda knelt in front of me.

" Good, good, that's my good girl," I said. I stood with my hips thrust forward and waited. She inched closer to me and took the thick head of my hard, now dripping, penis into her mouth. There on her knees, she looked up at me and I acknowledged her unspoken surrender with an imperceptible nod as I pressed my hot, glistening penis between her lips. I moaned deep in my throat, as over half of my cock slides into her warm, moist mouth and waited for her to pleasure me. I stood there naked except for my unbuttoned white shirt, my huge veiny cock growing bigger with each movement of her head. She had never taken a man into her mouth before and so, pulling her hair back away from her face, I begin giving her instructions on how I wanted HER to pleasure me.

I'm silent except for a groan or grunt that would occasionally escape my lips. When she sucked me hard, sticking the tip of her tongue into my slit I said, " I love the way my cock feels in your mouth, keep sucking it like that, just like that." She ran her tongue lightly over the spongy head, around the rim and felt the surface change from smooth to bumpy to rough. I told her to flick the tip of her tongue around the head, which made it stiffen slightly and involuntarily jerk inside her mouth. She can taste the saltiness of the clear, sticky fluid as it seeped out. She begins moving her mouth up and down my swollen mushroom shaped crown and tightened her lips each time she pulled her mouth away so it created a pull and pressure around my crown. Licking and covering my cock with her saliva, she let her tempo increase.

I positioned myself over her so she is directly between my legs. I'm now painfully hard, she feels the warmth of my penis in the back of her mouth and the friction of it as I slide in and out. She ran her tongue along the underside of my shaft and I moaned. I grasp handfuls of her hair so I can hold her head steady, and slowly let my hips begin a sensual undulation, my cock stroking in and out of her mouth, I'm grunting with my effort to control myself longer and not cum. She feels my cock head rubbing against the top of her mouth, making her gag with each deep thrust. I place my hand at the back of her head, pressing it tightly to my crotch, increasing the depth and speed of my thrusts. Brenda tries to pull away from me, through a fuzzy haze, she hears me say " No!" and feels the gradual squeeze of my hand on her throat as light headedness overcame her and she stopped resisting. With one last, deep thrust, I rammed my hard thick cock as far back into her mouth, as it will go, opening her throat and forcing my throbbing cock further down her throat until she can do nothing but take the full release of my thick warm cum.

I stood over her waiting for my breathing to calm. Finally untying her arms, I carried her to my bed, poured and handed her a large glass of what smelled like brandy, " drink it all," I said. She didn't want to drink it, she relented, despite her raw throat, in two burning gulps, she swallowed the brandy and she was mercifully asleep within the hour. Through half closed eyes, she recognized my shadowy outline as I walked through the doorway into her bedroom. At the sight of me, she feels dampness and warmth blossoming, spreading upward between her legs. I turned and see she is awake. " Good morning, Brenda," I said, pulling back the drapery allowing the early morning light to filter into her bedroom. " Good morning," She replied. Despite my often abrasive attitude toward her, I have awakened in her the sexual needs and desires of a woman that struggles with the naiveté of a never married woman making her feel confused and anxious when we are together. I walk toward the bed and she held her breath when I whispered into her ear, " You were very good last night. You did everything I asked of you. That's exactly what I expect from you, Brenda." My hand brushed across her cheek when I smiled and continued, " There are a few business matters that I need to attend to today, I'll be home late." " Alright," She murmured.

Her heart begins to beat faster when I knelt in front of her, parted her legs and let my hand inch up her inner thigh to her damp pussy. In feigned mortification, she tried to close her legs and reach out to stop my hand. I looked at her and smiled wickedly. " I'll see you later then," I said. She watched me gather up my coat. I paused at the door about to say something, but apparently changed my mind, turned abruptly, closing the door behind me. Allowing time for me to go down the stairs and out of the house, Brenda flew to the window and watched as I climbed into my truck and drove away from the house. Brenda sat there gazing out the window, thinking of me and recalling the rumors she had heard concerning my sixth wife. Talking in polite whispers, the women in town gossiped that after five years of marriage, I had caught my wife with another man. In a fit of rage, had severely beaten her lover and sent her packing and divorced her. The men however saw it differently; my sixth wife deserved what she had gotten. To their envious male eyes, I'm generally well liked, and had remained alone because I'm ruthless business man, who uses women, enjoys sex and has massive amount of money to afford either or both whenever I want. More power to me, if I ever decide to remarry and pick an attractive young woman who can satisfy my sexual prowess.

Brenda is taking a nap in the afternoon when she feels herself being pulled from a warm, safe sleep, coming to half awareness when I pull back the covers and she feels the coolness of the air against her skin. I undressed and bent over her smelling of alcohol and cigars. It became hard to breath, as I covered her with the weight of my naked body. I roughly fondled her breasts before letting my hand drop down and roughly finger her. The friction, the pressure as I rubbed over her swollen, exposed pussy is continuous. Brenda stiffened initially then relaxed as I continue to pleasure her, slowly coaxing her legs open wider. Feeling herself succumbing to me, she searched my face questioningly, as her arms reached up, encircling my neck and tongued my mouth. " You're a greedy little slut, aren't you Brenda?" I said laughing aloud. I rolled my hard, warm, body off her and stood up. With seemingly little effort, I lifted her off the bed. " Wrap your legs around my waist," I instructed. Carrying her, I walked across the room and sat down in an armless chair. She leaned forward as I lifted then lowered her small ass so she slides onto my enormous hard penis. " Now, ride me, bitch," I said, my voice heavy with lust. " John, I don't want to do this . . . please," She whimpered against my neck. " You remember what happens when I have to repeat myself, don't you, Brenda?" I said with an implied threat in my tone.

With my words ringing in her ears, she begins to slide hesitantly up and down my thick cock. Obviously aroused by her reluctance, I reclined further against the back of the chair and with each upward lift and downward thrust, she feels herself being stretched and the growing friction of the rubbing and pulling inside her. As the heat ignited and started to build, I thrusted faster and harder, all the while growing bigger inside her. Brenda instinctively begins grinding against me until she shamefully experiences a hard, wrenching wave of pleasure washing over her. Surprised by the intense sensations she clung to me tighter, weeping against my neck, her hips still swaying and humping, wanting to wring the last bit of pleasure from me; just like the little whore I said she was. As her breathing slowed, I begin thrusting into her again. With each deep thrust, she feels the hard full length and thickness of my cock, just as I'm about to erupt I pull out and thin threads of white cum shot into the air, droplets falling and landing like pearls on her breasts. To me, Brenda is a warm body; attractive, well mannered, well educated but above all young never married, obedient and sexually available to me. I wanted sex constantly and said it is my responsibility to teach her to please me. I assured her that she would want me to do these things to her and enjoy them and that her primary " duty," is to accommodate my desires and needs, if she is going to date me and be my lover.

Brenda has never dated a older man, she has only dated men her age. She has never been with a man who is emotionally distant, determined to exercise control, is sexual demanding 24/7, and is wealthy enough to have any or as many women as I want. My relationship with me is so foreign to what she expected. In the beginning, she wanted to love me, to be a good lover to me, but I made it very difficult, rebuffing her attempts at emotional closeness and intimacy on the one hand, but wanting her sexually, whether with her consent or without it. I have sexual relations with a number of women, willing women. Brenda is hurt and emotionally overwhelmed when she finally understood and accepted; I didn't love her. Her heart screamed, " This was wrong to spend a week with me, leave me, go home." But she can't." Brenda wanted to believe that if she would let me have my way that everything would work out. Brenda enjoyed having her every need catered to by my house staff, having chauffered limo available 24/7, having private jets available 24/7, having multiple homes, condos, penthouses, farms, ranches, and a private island. She has never experienced such massive wealth in her life.

Brenda turned and walked to the balcony window, silently watching the dogs running in the yard. She is lost in her thoughts, ' I frighten her.' She knows it angers me when she doesn't give herself to me and so she tries to do as I wish. Brenda tries very hard not to fight me anymore when I come into her bedroom at night, she lets me do what I want. Brenda says nothing when during the night and early in the morning I wake up rock hard and need relief. She tries to go to me willingly when I sit in my chair and pull her between my legs. It's humiliating to know that the things I do with her, wants to do with her, are things I've done with other women. Brenda doesn't know what's happening to her or how she is supposed to feel. I'm an abrasive man, but she has come to like my touch, to want my hands on her. It's just that each time I use her like that, each time I make her have that special feeling between her legs, her dislike of me grows. She sank into the chair at her dressing table, embarrassed by all her thoughts, but continued with them. The first time I made her feel the warm wave of pleasure flow through her, it was unexpected, frightening and wonderful. She didn't understand what was happening to her, but she knew she wanted it to happen again, but even more, she wanted me to treat her as if she mattered to me.

I'm in my room working and, as the hour grew late, I came into her bedroom as she prepared for bed. Seated at her large mirrored dressing table, I stood behind her and slipped the thin, yellow ribbons that secured her nightgown off her shoulders allowing the top of the gown to fall and gather in soft folds about her waist. Her high, full breasts are exposed, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Reaching around her, I tease her nipples until they are hard and pointed, almost brown in color. " Open your legs and touch yourself, Brenda, I want to watch you pleasure yourself in the mirror." She looks up at me with pleading eyes silently asking me not to make her do this. " Do it now, Brenda."
Resigned, she pulls up the hem of her nightgown, spreading her legs wider and begins lightly touching, caressing herself with her right hand. I clasped her left hand, brought it to my lips and kissed it as I stared intently at our reflections. Brenda feels my growing hardness pressing against her back as I watch her pussy lips become swollen and wet with excitement. She lets the pressure against her pearl increase, and as if from outside of herself, she hears her moans and whimpering. Her head lolled backward against my chest and she squeezed my hand and cries out when a hot orgasm flows through her. Brenda sat there exhausted, her face and body covered in a light sheen of sweat.


I kissed her neck and shoulders voicing my approval, " That was very nice, Brenda, I enjoyed that little exhibition." Still holding her left hand, I guided her to the floor and positioned her on her knees and coming behind her on my knees, I mounted her, leaning my body on top her back and reached around grabbing her breasts. I pushed inside her wet, sensitive pussy thrusting hard and deep into her. Brenda is moaning and pushing back against me wanting me deeper inside her. She is on the verge of another orgasm when I stiffened, and erupted, mouthing " fuck, fuck, fuck," until I'm spent and she is sated, in the afterglow of her orgasm. The feeling of dislike and anger toward me and herself for enjoying what I had made her do the night before lingered. She spent the afternoon wandering about the large house unable to stop thinking about the previous night. Even now, she feels used and humiliated at how I had finished with her, abruptly throwing on my robe and leaving the room, leaving her alone. She made up her mind to leave and go back to Dallas. Her intent is to get home, though she had no money or transportation, Brenda made up her mind to walk if she had to. She hurried through town to the main road, tried to be as inconspicuous as possible whenever a car would pass. By late afternoon, she had encountered one or two people on the road who offered her rides, but she is too afraid to accept, to involve them. Tired, thirsty and hungry she stopped back from the road and sat down to rest under a tree, closing her eyes for a minute.

Brenda startled awake to someone roughly shaking her, calling her name. She opened her eyes to see me bending over her. At first, she thought she saw a flicker of relief on my face, but it quickly changed to anger when I realized she was unharmed. " Get up and get in the truck! I should punish you right here!" I said sternly. By the time we reached the house, I had fallen into silence. I told her to go upstairs but this time directed her to my room and not hers. I followed her up the stairs and, lighting up a strong smelling cigar, ordering her to undress. she did as she was told and stood there in front of me naked and shamed. I came toward her reaching out my hand and undid her hair so it hung in thick, blonde waves down her back and over her shoulders, barely covering the hardening nipples of her breasts. I stood so close her nipples brushed against my shirtfront. I let my fingers comb through her tangled hair as I inhaled the faint scent of jasmine that wafted from her loose hair. With effort, I took a step back, lifting her chin making her look at me. " Manny came to my office and told me he had passed you on the road . . . walking . . . Damn it, Brenda, what the hell were you thinking? Do you know what could have happened to you out there alone on this road?" I said, almost sounding concerned. As I stood there berating her, she sees me becoming aroused, the bulge growing between my legs. I reach out and she flinches thinking I'm about to strike her, instead, I push her roughly onto the bed and she went sprawling on her back, legs opening wide like a whore. Brenda quickly sat up watching me as I undid my trousers and pulled myself free.

Taking her by her ankles, I dragged her across the bed so that she is on her back and her ass at the edge of the bed. Bending her legs at the knees, I spread them open. Positioning myself between her legs, I begin rubbing and teasing her pussy with my hard cock. She blushed with embarrassment as her hips begin to buck up slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency and desperation as she fell into rhythm with me. " Stroke it, Brenda," I said. My cock grows thicker and harder as she held and caressed me, until I brushed her hand away and, with a deep growl, slammed into her. As I had once taken her tight pussy, I now took her will. Her legs opened wider and encircled my waist. With my mouth next to her ear, she hears me whisper her name, " Oh, Brenda, Brenda." My long, thick cock buried inside her, I pulled her up towards me and holding her hips in my hands, I thrust upward to get the most pleasure as I moved in and out, rubbing, grinding, my throbbing cock inside her. I pushed her onto her back so she is trapped beneath me and, with a loud, grunt, I buried myself all the way inside her. With a final painful thrust, I erupted sending my seed deep inside her. She held me, wanting to give me everything, but knowing she is nothing to me, a body, a warm receptacle for me to use . . . she accepted this.

The following week was very busy, Brenda and the house staff prepared for a party. The party was a great success. To Brenda's surprise throughout the evening, I displayed a consideration and affection toward her that she had not felt before. I'm in my tuxedo, my best friend Phillip was there with his new wife. Philip and his wife were currently residing in Houston, Texas where Philip practiced law. Brenda was surprised to see her ex-boyfriend. It was good to see him. When she realized how vehemently jealous of him, I was, she put some distance between him and her, and she hadn't seen or talked to him in a very long time. I saw him and questioned Brenda about his being there, but to his credit he managed to behave civilly. The party lasted until well after midnight. Rather than make the long ride home, Brenda and I eventually said our good nights, and adjourned to our bedroom, as some of the guests adjourned to one of the guest rooms.

I took Brenda by the arm and pulled her across the yard to one of the out buildings. " Get in there," I said. " No!" I said, glaring at me.
" Get in there," I said again. " No, I won't. I won't! Let go of me, John," She shouted at me. She knew it is pointless she struggled with me trying to break free of my grip. I overpowered her, pushed her into the tack room and tied her wrists together. I tossed the free end of the rope across one of the low wooden beams, pulling the rope taut forcing her to extend her arms over her head. The beam is high enough so when the rope is tightened, it suspended her, allowing just the tips of her shoes to touch the floor. She seen me pull a knife from one of the shelves against the wall and she screamed when I cut away her dress, bra and panties. Brenda hung there, naked on display, her arms beginning to ache from the strain. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, only to have her eyes fly open when she feels my warm, moist mouth slowly licking her, parting her pussy lips with each swipe. " John, don't," She said unconvincingly.

I had taught her well to respond, however reluctantly, to the wonderful torture I'm inflicting using my mouth on her. I opened her legs wider positioning my head so I can comfortably suck at her throbbing nub. I bent my knees, placing the underside of her thighs onto my shoulders relieving the strain on her arms, with delicious malice resumes my play, every now and then nipping with my teeth causing her to jerk and whimper. She held her lips open as I tongued her, after ten minutes, she feels a shiver running up her spine as she begins to cry out her excitement. With one final swipe of my tongue, I lowered her legs to the floor, the aching pain in her arms returned almost immediately. " Please let me down, please . . . " " Shhhhhh . . . now, I want you to be quiet and keep your legs open for me. " " John, no!" She cried pressing her legs tightly together. I stood and slipped my belt from the loops of my trousers. At the sight her protests quieted and her resistance stopped. " Do as I say, Brenda," I said. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and fear in her eyes and let her legs relax and open. I stood in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her waist lifting her hips slightly so they lined up with mine and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Brenda cringed when she feels my cock pressing against her opening, moaning in surrender as I forcefully pushed myself inside her.
I forced her take all of me, despite her protests, I slammed in and pulled out, building up my rhythm.

" Oh, please, please," She kept repeating softly to herself. Her pleas and whimpering excited me more, as she feels her body submitting to the subtle but undeniable wave of another exquisite orgasm making her eyes roll upward and her body shake hard against me as I violently exploded inside her. I found an old blanket and spread it onto the floor. I loosened the rope around the wooden beam, and untied her wrists. Pulling her over to the blanket, I told her to lie down. An involuntary moan escaping her lips when my hand slipped lower and I begin to finger her. She feels her body relax, soften and turn toward me. Brenda remembers lying there, mesmerized by my insistent fingering, and suddenly gasping for air as an orgasm sent warm waves of sexual bliss through her. She repeated my name over and over, " John...John....John...yes," Then I mounted her, sliding my cock inside and in slow, deliberate strokes encouraging her body to sheath and unsheath my cock. I erupted inside her, buried against her cervix. Twice more during the night I mounted and erupted deep inside her and, as the sun begin to rise that morning, I mounted her again, this time rough, hard, deep and desperate, erupting again.

Early in our dating, she learned the futility of resisting or defying me. For her, there is always a sense of apprehension and uneasiness particularly when at night I reach for her three or four times. Toward her I remain a forceful, demanding man who expects her compliance and obedience in all things. Along with that understanding, however she discovered, when I allow my guard to drop, could be a patient, thoughtful, and considerate man. A side of me, she seldom seen. I have household staff at all my residences to run and the household. My responsibility is managing my International businesses and my law firms, I have children from my previous marriages but the older children show no interest in learning to run my empire. My business responsibilities and law practice require me to travel frequently and, it often seems I'm gone more than I'm home in Dallas. Brenda is ready to return to Dallas from the farm, the night before she is to leave, I returned from Chicago unexpectedly. She bolted awake when she feels my hand stealthily cover her mouth. The room is pitch black with only a thin sliver of light visible between the drawn draperies, but she recognized me immediately. " John, what are you doing?" She mumbled under the light pressure of my hand. " Shhhhhh, Shhhhhh, Shhhhhh, if you're smart, you'll be quiet . . .not make a sound," I said, knowing she wouldn't scream for fear of awakening or alarming the staff.

" I was given pictures of you with your ex-boyfriend in town yesterday," I said, as I took her wrists one at a time and tied them to the headboard " Why are you doing this? You don't have to tie my hands." " I told you to shut your damn mouth," I snapped. Despite the light blanket on the bed, she feels goose bumps and the chill of the sudden cold sweat that covered her body. I slipped my hand under the covers and trailed it up the insides of her legs pausing when I reached her pussy, fondling and massaging her there until her pearl is engorged and throbbing. The crotch of her panties is wet as I lower my head and nuzzle her, pushing my tongue inside her despite the thin sheer barrier. Her hips humping my mouth, and realizing what her body had done, is doing, she froze. She hears me laugh as I lift her thin night gown bunching it up above her waist and yanking her damp panties tearing them from her body. Then buried my face between her legs, sucking, licking, and biting. Laying there on the bed, my hands pushing and holding her legs apart, Brenda is gasping when she feels my demanding tongue between her pussy lips. I tease and love her with my mouth and tongue until that horrible, wondrous achiness begins to ripple through her. When she can no longer control it, she is writhing and bucking wildly as an intense orgasm erupts. The tears now came in torrents. She hears me when I stood up, and recognized the sound of me removing my clothes. Unable to move from under me, I straddled her face, my long, thick cock resting against her lips.

" Get me hard, bitch . . .now," I snarled. At the thought of the staff hearing the noise, running down the hall and bursting into the room, Brenda stopped squirming and started licking the insides of my thighs and sucking my balls. She feels my hand against her face directing her to my cock and she turned to draw my hard cock into her mouth. She moaned as I rocked my hips and thrusted into her mouth enjoying the moist warmth and the tight pull and suction along the length of my cock. She let her tongue lick along the underside of my shaft from its base to the tip of its head, as I struggled to control my release, " Oh fuck, yessss," I growled. I grabbed her face and just as I'm about to make my final thrust, I yelled, " Bitch, bitch, you fucking bitch! You sucked your ex-boyfriend's cock, didn't you? Did you let him fuck you, too? You slut." In mid-sentence, I begin to jerk hard, ejaculating in short, hard bursts. Roughly forcing my cock further into her throat, I made her swallow my hot load as it oozed and dripped down her throat. I became quiet, the quivering of my body gradually ceased. I steadied myself, untied her wrists and walked around the bed so I stood over her. " Why, John?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears. Brenda got up from the bed, pulled a blanket around her and stepped away from me. " I hate you, John. You can go straight to hell!" She responded through clenched teeth and hurried across the room, slamming her bedroom door to the sound of my angry bellowing, " Brenda! Brenda, don't you walk away from me!"
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