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Samantha
by William DuPain (duepain@yahoo.com)

***

Fellow meets an older woman and is charmed by her 
gracefulness, right into bed. (MF, voy, oral, anal, 
fantasy, rom)

***

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.

**

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.

End

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