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Ah, but how the body tires with age, and the beauty and virility we took for granted in our youth become our most sought after goals, ever more distant, like a ship drifting away on the horizon. How would I fare today should a similar adventure befall me? As I look down the broad, leaf filled bridleway, deep in the heart of the forest, in the very same spot where those two ladies, the vixen and her slave, had briefly taken over my existence twenty years before, I have to wonder. Would they even stop for me now, feeling me suitable for their game, man enough for their passion? At twenty five I had lived up to their challenge and played my part with conviction. Should it happen again right now, the mind would be willing, but the body? Maybe not. I smiled; as if anything like that would ever happen again. That was a once in a lifetime experience. That was a meeting of minds, bodies, fluids and depravity that any man would look back on and wonder, had he really been so lucky, or had he been in a haze and dreamt it all? xxx It was early September, still warm for the time of year, and the early afternoon sun was flooding through the canopy of trees. I was on my usual Sunday afternoon walk from a friends, to the country cottage were I lodged, on the other side of the forest. As it was mild, I had removed my jacket and carried it, casually slung over my shoulder as I waked, following the trail of horses hooves in the boggy peat. My white cotton shirt was loose at the neck and I wore skinny black jeans. Before me, in the leaves at the side of the path, I saw a riding crop made of black leather with a silver top. Clearly it has been dropped by a careless rider. I scooped it up, and tapped it against my palm testing its sting. I intended to drop it off at the riding school I would pass on my way home. I flicked it against my thigh as I walked, and smiled, quite content with the world. And then behind me the roar of an engine became clear, getting closer, following me up the bridleway. This was unusual as the path was not designed for vehicles or often used by them. I turned to see who was approaching. An expensive metallic red Range Rover was heading toward me at quite a speed, bouncing along the uneven track. As it drew close I could see an attractive woman with scraped back blonde hair, and with dark shades, scowling a little as she drew close. She slowed Escort Karaköy down, and her nearside window lowered as she drew alongside me. Her scowl changed to a smile as she leant over and looked me up and down. Her gaze settled on my riding crop. “Hmmm…Lord of the Manor, are we?” she teased. I gulped, a little in awe of her beauty, and I pointed ahead further up the track. “I…um…think you will need to turn back Miss,” I advised, “This track comes to a dead end for vehicles.” The woman smiled again. “You are sweet,” she purred, and she beckoned me into the car. “Come boy, jump in, and bring your riding whip too. I have some business to sort out, and you will be my perfect helper.” The door sprung open and I jumped into the passenger seat, my heart racing, powerless to resist her commanding tone. The woman raised her sunglasses and looked at me through captivating blue eyes. “How old are you?” she questioned. Fuck. This woman really knew how to take charge; no “hello”, or anything. “I’m 25 Miss.” “Anita. I’m called Anita. And this…” The woman pointed to the back seat, and I became aware of another, younger woman sitting there, looking at me. “This slut is called Samantha, though she should be called Piggy, because that’s all she is now, a horny little fuck pig. She’s 17, and about to get the fucking of her life.” The girl lowered her head, biting her lower lip and looked up through wide dark eyes. My cock was swelling and stiffening in my pants. Something arousing was occurring here. The younger woman was captivating. She was naked but for a leather dog collar padlocked around her throat. Her long, straw blonde hair had a slight wave, and was loose around her slim shoulders. Her body was amazing. She had slim arms and long legs, pale skin, and big heavy tits, thrust upward invitingly. She had gorgeous puppy fat, but all the lovely firmness of youth. Her areola were pink, and her nipples were like two berries; they looked long and hard enough to cut through glass. Her belly was tight and her waist nipped. Her hips were wide and her thighs looked strong and muscular; she was the perfect hourglass. She was licking her lips as she looked at me seductively, looking aroused and horny, for every inch as if she were desperate, longing for the “fucking of her life.” Anita had pulled the 4×4 away, and was turning the Kayaşehir escort vehicle into the undergrowth of the forest, off the beaten track. I looked to her. She was grinning wickedly beneath her shades. Anita looked older that Samantha, but wonderful and sexy for her age. I guessed she may have been 35 or 40; what would now rudely be called MILF, although the term had not been coined back then. She obviously worked out as she had a strong physique, and she was dressed in tight grey sweat pants and sweat top which she had unzipped to show off a plunging cleavage. Her breasts looked augmented and firm. Her body was lean and muscular and her skin, veined in places, had a creamy copper spray tan. Anita looked expensive; every inch the rich older dominant who I guessed was very used to having things done her way. The Range Rover crashed through the thick undergrowth until we came out in a clearing. “Perfect,” Anita smiled as she pulled on the handbrake and shut off the engine. “Jump out.” I stood at the side of the 4×4 as Anita slammed her door and paced around to my side of the car. She swung open the rear door and climbed up onto the seats on her knees. Then she roughly dragged out the naked young blonde gripping her by her long hair. The girl tumbled out onto her knees in the mud and the leaves, looking up at us, her dark eyes wide and desperate. “Spread your legs slut. Ass up high,” Anita hissed, as she pushed the girls face down low and released her grip in her hair. “Yes Mistress,” the girl whimpered, her voice thick with desire. Anita went to the boot of the car and flung the tailgate open. She returned with a heavy looking leather holdall, and a spreader bar, with black leather restraints at each end. She threw the items down beside the blonde girl, who remained still, breathing hard, watching. Anita stepped to me and took the crop. She had raised her sunglasses up into her hair. Her eyes were sparkling, full of urgency and lust. She was excited, desperate to disgrace Samantha in ways that would thrill us. She had clearly planned the scene carefully. Whether I was a lucky addition, or adding a stranger to watch and perhaps participate had been part of her plan, I could not tell. But I was thrilled to be involved. So thrilled my cock was an iron shaft in my pants, tenting the front of my trousers ridiculously. Küçükçekmece escort bayan Anita pointed to my stiffness with the riding crop. “Best get those trousers off now, boy,” she commanded. “Boxers too so we can see the size of your cock. It better be fucking huge. And undo your shirt buttons fully, but keep your shirt on. I don’t want you catching a chill.” Anita grinned. “I bet you have quite some body under there.” As I started to undo my fly, Anita stepped over to Samantha, raised the crop high, and brought it down, a stinging blow across the blonde girl’s proffered backside. “Ouch,” Samantha squeaked. She reached back to brush the cheeks of her arse with her palms as a red welt grew immediately on her pale skin. “Let’s tell this nice young man why you’re here shall we fuck pig?” Samantha clutched at her stinging buttocks and nodded, with the side of her face against the ground. “Yes Mistress.” Anita tapped Samantha’s fingers away from her buttocks with the tip of the crop, and lashed the girl’s cheeks again. Samantha’s body tightened, and I winced, feeling her pain. But she was evidently aroused by her situation. As she rocked her weight back and forth and spread her legs, I could see the plump folds of her pussy lips glistening with the juice of her arousal. The crop whistled through the air as it came crashing down again. Samantha moaned hard and whimpered with pleasure. “Tell the nice young man who you are bitch,” Anita commanded. “Yes Mistress. I am your best friend’s daughter.” “Yes you fucking are,” Anita said, cropping the girl again, hard. I was casting my trousers aside and pulling down my boxers, letting my jutting cock spring free. I unbuttoned my shirt as Anita had asked. Anita whistled, looking at me. “My, my, you are a good choice. Look Samantha. Look at the lovely boy who’s going to fuck you.” Anita cropped Samantha again. The blondes arse cheeks were becoming a mass of red welts. “And what simple task do I pay you to do girl?” Anita questioned. “To clean your house Mistress,” Samantha offered. “And yet, when I came home this afternoon, how did I find you bitch?” My cock was pulsing hard. I was struggling not to grasp my thick shaft and start to masturbate over the wicked scene before me. “I was on your kitchen table Mistress.” Anita cropped the girl again. She hissed with delight. “And…I was fingering myself, making myself cum, thinking of you. I couldn’t help it Mistress. I’m sorry. You make me so horny and slutty.” Anita knelt beside the girl and grasped her by the hair, tugging the girls head back. “So now Samantha, tell the young man how our relationship has changed.” Samantha nodded, “Yes Mistress.
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