Samantha

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Fellow meets an older woman and is charmed by her gracefulness,
right into bed. (MF-Mature romance).

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By William DuPain

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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 vigorously.


"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 children. 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 said.


"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 huge.


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 labium.


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 only.


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 clit.


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 response.


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 strenuously.


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 her.


"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 passion!


"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 earnestly.


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 tightly.


"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 anonymity.


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 him.


"S-h-h-h-h ...no my love not yet," he told her as he arched again
burying himself deeply in her body once more.


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 trembled.


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.


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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 thighs.


"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 cheeks.


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 shoulder.


"You're not that difficult to read sweetheart," he told her.


"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 last.


"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 responded.


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 him.


"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 before.


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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