A Seductive Invitation to the Ranch

Wendy knew why she had agreed to meet me, her political aspirations and campaign needed me to make large donations to her. Wendy had mentioned that she was single and had not dated anyone for a long time. She was not terribly interested in doing anything outside of her world of politics. Her campaign manager had persuader her that she needed to accept my invitation to join me at my ranch. Today she wore a light simple cottony skirt that swished down just past her knees. Her more stretchy cotton shirt buttoned down the front, clung to her breasts and skimmed her tummy. She didn’t wear a bra—she didn’t need to, her breasts were small and perky. She unbuttoned just the top two buttons, allowing a glimpse of creamy skin. Wendy found herself in the parking lot, waiting for me to pick her up. I pulled in the lot, the truck filthy and dented from the rough roads where I drove on the ranch.

I got out of the truck kicking the dirt off my boots and running a hand through my thick gray hair. I looked at her standing there, with her skirt and black stockings displaying her legs, and the light breeze making her nipples press against the thin cloth of her shirt. She blushed while stealing glances at the way my jeans revealed my muscular thighs and the broad shoulders under my t-shirt. Saying little I helped her into the truck and began to drive out of town. As we drove for over an hour, to the south of Fort Worth, we chatted and Wendy found herself flirting, and felt that telltale moistness forming again between her thighs. In the confines of the truck she found her hand brushing mine as we shared a bottle of water and smelling my male scent of the outdoors. Every time we touched, she wanted me more. She was frightened by the strength of her desire; she had never wanted a man like this.

I parked on the side of a dirt road, I grabbed my beat-up pack, and we begin to hike along the road, the sun beating down on us. I pointed out an area of yew trees, as well as some other tall trees. Wendy feels free in a way she had not felt since she was a young woman. How long we hiked for, Wendy wasn’t sure, but even she, who went running a couple miles every day, was starting to feel tired and her feet sore in her shoes that though practical enough for campus, their slight heel made them uncomfortable for hiking, even on this fairly easy walk. I seemed to ignore her discomfort, my slight mocking smile' I led them off the road, through a field til we came to small stream. Wendy, stepping carefully to avoid catching her skirt on the shrubs, stumbled to a halt, I caught her arms to save her from a falling. Feeling my strong hands above her elbows, gripping a little tighter than I needed to, she wondered if perhaps I was feeling a lust similar to hers.

We sat on the smooth boulders by the stream, and I, to her surprise, pulled out a bottle of wine, some crusty bread, and cheese. As we ate and drank I spoke passionately of politics, as I spoke I grew inflamed. Wendy could see now the anger and the passion her manager had spoken of that made me fight and donate to campaigns. She wondered if at some level, I saw her as a politican, dedicated as she was to a life of politics and law.

As I spoke, I looked at her. I wondered at what I was feeling, it wasn’t just my usual passionate diatribe about politics that had me aroused. I feel myself harden in my jeans; I wanted to dominate and posses this attractive woman politican until she screamed, and looking at the way she wet her lips as she listened to me, and the way her nipples brushed the cloth of her shirt and grew harder, I thought perhaps she might on some level want and need that too. This time it was the politican who needed to be taught a lesson.
I quietly poured her more wine, watching her eyes get brighter and her cheeks flush. I looked at the sunlight through the leaves of the trees played on the rich gold of her hair. I knew I was going to fuck her rough and hard.

Finishing our lunch and carefully putting the trash back in my pack, I pulled her too her feet, almost roughly. She fell against me, feeling my hard chest against her soft breasts. She stayed there against me, and looked up at my strong mouth and into my dark eyes. I leaned down and kissed her lips, lightly tasting the wine on her tongue, then, when she didn’t protest, I kissed her harder. I thrust my hot tongue into her mouth and pressed her roughly against me. She felt the hardness in my pants and her chest begins to heave; she feels almost dizzy. Unconsciously she reachs up and rakes her hands through my hair, then grabs it to grind my mouth against hers.

Encouraged by her response, I slip a hand up under her skirt. I was surprised to feel that rather than demure panty hose, she wore lace topped stockings. I usually fucked women who wear lace stockings and lace panties beneath their skirts. Wendy seemed somehow like both an innocent and a whore to me with her shy demeanor and fuck-me lingerie. Feeling her wetness through her silk panties, I thrust my hand past them and gently fingered the hot slick lips of her pussy that so clearly wanted me. Kissing her harder and holding the back of her head by her hair with one hand, I used the other to roughly tear her thin panties off and tossed them aside. Wendy grasped the back of my neck, feeling the cords of muscle and sinew tense and hot, she darted her tongue into my mouth then pulled back slightly and nipped my lower lip with her teeth, any harder and she would draw blood. I groaned " UUUH...UUUH," dominated her mouth and begin to pinch her nipples and tear at the buttons of her shirt to free her breasts as they strained against the cool material. With my other hand under her skirt I feel the soft hairs of her pussy, moist with desire, and suddenly thrust two strong fingers deep into her soft wet passage.

Wendy didn’t know if it was the sudden intrusion into her pussy where she had been untouched for so long, or the quick breeze that splashed cool droplets from the stream onto her hot exposed thighs that brought her back to reality but she quickly realized she was alone, on a remote ranch with a stranger, one who her manager had hinted could be violent when the mood came upon him. She was frightened not only by this, but by the passionate way her body responded to me, her slim body wanted to be fucked and fucked rough and hard, even if her mind was not entirely certain.

With a cry " Stop...NO " she pushed me away, and slapped me as hard as she could across the cheek. She pulled her shirt together and almost mindlessly begin to run towards the road. Branches tore at her hair and her clothes as she heedlessly ran, her heart pounding. I watched, rubbing the spot on my cheek where her palm had struck, again with that slight smile. After years of working the ranch I realized that despite her foolishness in running away in a place where she could easily be lost for days, perhaps forever, I knew I could track her heedless path of broken branches, torn shrubs and footprints in the soft earth. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked, tasting her pussy on my finger.

I feel myself growing impossibly harder. I wanted her; I wanted to fuck her until she screamed for mercy and for more. I knew in order to get past her fear of me and the wildness I represented, not to mention her edge of prudishness, I was probably going to have to force her a little. No matter, I could feel and taste how much she wanted it. This female politican needed to get fucked and fucked hard. Wendy ran until she was exhausted, then fell against a huge tree, so enormous she couldn’t even begin to span the trunk with her arms outstretched. She crouched there, the soft leaves forming a bed over the earth, and gasping for breath. She was scared I would find her, and yet scared I wouldn’t.

With her panties gone she could feel the wetness from her pussy dampening her thighs and unconsciously rubbed her legs against each other to feel the pleasurable friction. She was frightened because I was big and strong and possibly violent, but she was also terrified because she wanted me like she had never desired any man before. Stalking quietly through the woods, I followed the clear trail Wendy had left. I stepped noiselessly so she would not hear me when I came upon her. From my pack I carefully pulled a length of rope that I often carried in case I might need it. I would have a good use for the rope today.

Then I saw her, just ahead through the trees, her blonde head shining against the dark trunk of the tree. I crept up slowly, then when only a short distance away, I purposely stepped on a stick, letting the sharp crack of its breaking startle her. Wendy leapt to her feet and again begins to run, gasping with fear and exhaustion. I knew she was too tired to run far or fast, and in a quick sprint I overcame her, grabbing her and spinning her around to face me. Before she could slap me again I grabbed her wrists tightly in my one powerful hand and let her struggle. “ You know you want this,” I said. “ No,” she cried, “ let me go!”

I laughed quietly, and quickly used my free hand to cut a length of rope, which I used to bind her wrists together. When she begins to cry out in protest I pulled a bandana from my pocket and swiftly gagged her with it. I was not surprised by my own actions, I enjoy erotic sex or rough sex kind of man, even when it was rough, hard and fast with some woman I had picked up at a bar. But this I knew had to be different. I tossed another length of rope over a thick low branch of the tree we now stood under and fastened her wrists to it, pushing her body back against the tree and drawing her bound hands high over her head so she stood on her toes. I loved the way it made the nipples of her small firm breasts press harder against her clothing as she struggled.

When she begins to kick at me, I thought for a moment, then found a thick branch on the ground, about four feet long. Placing it at her feet, I bound an ankle tightly to either end. Now she was helpless, stretched out against the trunk of the tree, with her thighs spread wide apart and her hands tied above her head.

“ Well I can’t kiss your lips now,” I said, looking at her gagged mouth. Instead I leaned over and begIn to lick at her nipples with MY rough tongue, sometimes sucking and sometimes biting. Wendy moaned against her gag, half in anger and fear, and half in sheer ecstasy, thrusting her breasts towards me. When her hips began to grind, seeking to press against me, I dropped lower, unbuttoning her shirt as I went, kissing her tummy and lapping at her soft skin. Dropping to my knees, I lifted her skirt and exposed her soft moist pussy. As she struggled and whimpered in her tight rope bonds, she pushed herself towards me and her slick wet cunt shone with her desire for me.

Ignoring her small gagged shriek of protest, I lapped at her clit roughly with my tongue. With one hand I grabbed her ass, fingering her tight puckered hole, and with the other I again thrusted into her pussy with my strong fingers. Wendy gasped and fought against this intrusion, but even as she fought, she feels pleasure overtaking her as my tongue went slow then fast, and then thrusts into her. I was suckling her clit while she pushed her pussy to my face. The more she squirmed and fought the harder I finger-fucked her and sucked and licked her clit; the more she protested, her cries of “ No, no, no,” muffled by the gag, the harder I thrusted in and out of her. Finally I feel her body begin to shake and her pussy gripping my fingers, and she begins to scream. Wendy was overcome by the hardest orgasm she had ever felt in her life, and soon hung there, dizzy and breathless.

I stood and untied the gag, and freed her wrists and her ankles, letting her lay disheveled on the sun-warmed earth. Dropping to the ground, I pulled her head onto my lap and she could feel my hard cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans under her cheek. I yanked off my t-shirt to feel the breeze on my sweating chest and play over my body as it rustled the leaves. Almost without thinking Wendy, still drunk on the wine and her orgasm, begins to fumble with the buckle of my leather belt. I help her, sitting her up so I could open my jeans and free my straining cock. Her eyes widened at its size, still seemingly under a spell, she bent over, and took my hairy balls in one hand and grasped the base of my thick cock with the other. Bending further as I leaned back against the tree, she licked slowly upwards from the base of my long thick shaft to the tip, sometimes nibbling with her lips, sometimes gently raking it with her teeth. When she at last wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and begin to move her hot mouth up and down the throbbing length of it I thought I would explode. Groaning " AAAH..AAAH..AAAH " I grasped her hair and shoved her down harder on my cock until she gasped for air.

Then without warning Wendy again seemed to remember where she was; she drew back and slapped me away from her. Leaping to her feet in her unbuttoned blouse and leaf-strewn skirt, she was clearly ready to bolt again. I was ready for her, though and even thoroughly aroused by her hot mouth and wet tongue, I was able to leap to my feet with the speed of a cat and grab her hair before she could run away. She kicked at me and fought, and now mixed with my desire and arousal was again this need to dominate her and make her scream.

I grabbed my rope again and as she fought me, I yanked her arms behind her back and tied her wrists together. Further up I pulled her elbows together and tied them as well, making her breasts stand out high and taut. I dragged her struggling and biting at me over to a large fallen tree, its prone trunk at least three feet off the ground. She was fairly light, even for her relatively tall height, and I was quite strong, so I easily threw her struggling body across the trunk face down with her dress hiked up and her ass in the air. She kicked and struggled, but I held her down easily. I begin to rub my hard cock against her hot wet pussy until she moans. " oooh...oooh...oooh...aaaah...aaaah...mmmmm."
I knew what she really wanted and needed as her struggles grew weaker and she moaned in pleasure. ": mmmmmm...ooooh...ooooh...aaaah...aaaah." “ Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. “ No!”

“ Tell me,” I hissed quietly, rubbing my hand up under her shirt and pinching at her breasts, crushed against the trunk of the fallen tree. “ No!” Quietly slipping my belt out of the loops of his jeans, he held her down with one hand and again demanded, “ Tell me!” Suddenly I stepped up between her kicking legs, and prodded her clit with my hard cock, stroking her ass cheeks while she gasped. I pushed my hard thick cock just a little inside her, getting more and more hard and excited as she struggled. Wendy too was getting more excited, she didn’t know what was happening to her, only that she was wet and despite her fears, her body wanted me desperately. She moaned “ Oh god yes, John please fuck me hard.”

“ Fuck you?” I inquired, “ Have you changed your mind? Are you sure that is what you want.” And I pushed my cock a little further in. “ Oh please, yes.” “ Well you haven’t been very good,” I said leaning against her, pushing her harder against the rough bark of the tree. “ Please just fuck me,” was all she could say, pushing her ass back into me to try to get more of m thick cock inside her. I then thrusted deep inside her throbbing cunt until she feels me hit her womb. She screams out and pain and ecstasy and pleaded “ OMG..John fuck me hard now!” I pulled out and slammed in again, slamming against her pussy so hard my balls slapped her thighs; I grabbed her long hair and yanked her head back as she screamed beneath me wanting me to fuck her and fuck her until she could no longer think. " OMG...YYYES...YYYES."

While she ground back against me and screaming, I slammed into her with long hard deep strokes, pain mingled with pleasure became ecstasy. She was gasping for breath and I covered her mouth with my hand loving the feeling of her gasps and her screams.
My cock grew bigger and harder as I slammed into her, our bodies slick with sweat. I fucked her rough and hard, knowing she wanted it. I slammed into her until finally I pulled her hair and she bit the fingers I had thrusted into her mouth, I came in a fierce powerful explosion, yelling and pumping myself into her until I was spent and collapsed on top of her gasping for breath.

I raised up, looking at her beautiful ass as Wendy tried to raise up. I pushed her back down then grabbed her ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me as I parted her cheeks. I licked my finger then I pushed deep into her rectum," OOOWWW, that hurts, you're pushing too hard." I pushed hard and my finger plunged deep into her rectum until my knuckles hit her ass." Tighten your ass on my finger. Wendy grasped my finger, Again, you are very tight." My finger pulled from her anus with a pop. " First time to be fucked in the ass, Wendy. " Yes, I would never do that, it would hurt." You look so good spread out and your ass is so hot and tight. I am going to fuck you in the ass. As you know I have a large cock, so it will hurt as I fuck you, but the blood will aid as a lubricant. I can go about 20 minutes so by the time I come in your ass, you will be very sore. As I pull my cock out of your ass, I want you to squeeze my cock with your ass muscles.

Wendy feels me get back between her spread legs. I press my naked body aganist her. She can feel my big hard cock push between the cheeks of her ass, resting on her anus. My 9 inch long and 3 inch diameter hard cock rested on her anus. She begins to sweat in anticipation. I stroked her sides squeezing her breasts, "OOOWW, that hurts." That's nothing, wait untill my cock forces its way into your asshole." Wendy feels me push up from her body and fist my cock placing it on her anus. " Your lesson is about to begin" and I begin to push the bulbous head of my cock into her anus. My cock was dry so at the beginning, all it did was try to push into her anus. I lubricated my cock with spit and again push into her anus. It felt like a baseball bat was driving up her ass as I continued to push and pull back and push again, each time gaining a millimeter at a time." OOOOOWWW, it's too big, don't stick it into my ass," she wailed.

I pushed harder and Wendy's anus gave up to the assualt and opened to the head of cock. " AAAAAAAAAHHH, OWWWWWW, its tearing me, take it out, don't push it in," she yells. You only got the head, wait until you get all 9 inches fucked up your ass. I am going to stretch you open, I pushed another inch in, than out. The next thrust gained two inches, than back out. Wendy's asshole was bleeding from the assualt, adding lubrication to my cock for me to continue. " Here comes all of it baby" and I pushed with all my might into her asshole. 9 inches of hard cock forced her asshole to open bigger then ever. Her asshole was stretched and torn to accept the fucking of her ass. I pulled my cock out to the head and than begin the painful journey back up her ass. My cock was gripped tightly by her ass.I began to fuck her ass hard and fast, riding her. My cock thrusted into her deeper each time, causing her to cramp as it was forced to accept my hard cock.

Each stroke of my cock brought a fresh batch of pain to her ass. Wendy felt my cock swell as I thrusted into her, I groaned as I exploded in her. My hot cum flowing like lava in her. I collapsed on top of her breathing hard in her ear. Wendy was shivering and moaning as I pulled my cock out. I gently wrapped my arms around her body that shook with the spent fierceness of our sex. They lay there, half naked soaked in sweat, the field quiet now in the aftershock of our passion.