The Barn

 

You and I are staying at a friend’s farm for the week while he and his wife take a much-needed vacation. We have full run of the house and farm.

Every morning, we get up early, feed the animals, refill the water troughs, sweep out the barn, lay fresh hay, gather eggs, and other chores that they showed us to do. Because it is early summer, we don’t have to worry about shearing his alpacas or anything. We just have to ensure that things go smoothly and are there in case of any emergencies.

One afternoon, as we are in the barn, you point to a stall that contains ropes and pulleys. I explain that it is the shearing pen. I have helped out in the early spring with the shearing. They use ropes and a team of hands to get the alpacas down so the shearer can cut off the winter coat.

You point to hooks in the rafters, and ask about them. I tell you that there are times when they have to pull up an animal for various reasons, and the stall is separate for times when they need to secure an animal.
 “Secure with ropes?” you smile at me with a devilish grin.
 You reach up and pull down one that is attached overhead. “Have you really used these? On animals?”

Walking closer, I slowly take a loop and put it around your wrist.

“You have to snug it tight, but not too tight. You don’t want to hurt the animal or make it afraid of the ropes.” I say as I reach for another overhead rope.

“We need to prevent friction burns on the skin.” Taking a bandana from my pocket I wrap it around your wrist and then tighten the knot. I go to the other wrist and wrap it too. “Then we pull them up in a steady motion.”

You watch as I walk to the end of one rope, slowly pull it, to remove the slack.

The pulley squeaks as the rope moves the wheel.

Your arm is up over your head. I do the same with the other arm.

They are secured and the only give is the flex of natural fibers of the ropes. “What do you do then?” you ask in a seductive voice.

Moving behind you, you feel my hand caress your ass through your jeans. “Once the animal is secured, you then can do what you want to them.”

I reach around and unbutton your jeans. “Why don’t you tie my legs first?” you ask.

“Let’s remove your jeans, or I’d have to cut them off of you. This way it easier, and you won’t have to walk out of the barn naked, when we finish.” I say and kiss you.

You feel the soft cotton of your jeans against your skin as I slide them down your legs and then have you step out of them. I set them on a stool in corner of the room.

Then from behind you, you hear the squeak of a pulley wheel as I thread the rope through it. You feel the cotton cloth of the bandanas that I wrap around each of your ankles, and then the rope loops tied over them. I slowly pull the right one first, and you spread your leg, then I slowly pull the other rope and you stretch out the other one. You hear me tying the ropes and securing then behind you.

Now that you are fully spread eagle, I walk in front of you.

I kiss you again, and slowly unbutton your work shirt.

You feel my fingers slowly slide up under your bra, the rough texture of my fingers slowly caresses your right breast. You try to pull your arms down to hug me, but they are not going anywhere.

In a low and dark tone, I ask, “You can’t move, can you?”

“No. I am tied tight.”

“So, I can do anything I want to you and you can’t stop me.” I say in a wicked tone. My other hand slowly slides into your panties as I kiss you again. You feel my fingers softly rub your pussy as my tongue goes into your mouth. My fingers feel the dampness of your pussy lips, and I slide them into you.

You slightly moan. “Mmmm, so you like how that feels.” I say as I withdraw my fingers, and then unclasp your bra. I caress both your breasts and then lick around each nipple.

My mouth feels warm on your skin, and then the saliva feels cool, as the air of the barn chills you a bit. I drop to my knees, and pull your panties down as far as I can. “Mmmm your sweet cunt looks so ready to be filled and used.”

My face is right before it, and I playfully lick you with just the tip of my tongue.

You shiver and sigh a bit. “Are you going to fuck me, eat me, or just continue to tease me?” you ask with a slight tone of impatience.

“I can tease you, walk away, leaving you hanging, or maybe just fuck you first and then just leave you.” I say in a playful tone.

I stand up, unbutton my jeans, and pull out my hardening cock. You feel me rub it along your bare pussy lips. It feels good. I slide it into you as I rub my chest against yours. The texture of my cotton work shirt feels rough on your nipples.

You feel me thrust into you. Grabbing the ropes connected to your wrists, you brace yourself as best as you can as my hard cock goes deeper into you with each thrust.

This feels different than just having sex standing up, so you try your best to balance.

You are breathing harder with pleasure as I slowly withdraw.

I walk behind you and whisper in your ear. “You are really enjoying this aren’t you?”

You nod. Then you feel my hard wet cock slowly rubbing between your ass cheeks. “I could fuck your ass and you couldn’t do anything to stop me.” I whisper again, my breath feeling warm on your ear.

“Please don’t right now.” You say with a pleading tone.

“If I had some lube handy, I would use your ass however I want.” I say in a dark tone, “But I would rather just fuck your sweet cunt.” You feel as I thrust into your wet pussy from behind. You grip the ropes tighter as I grab your hips and thrust deeper.

It feels so different. I reach around and rub your clit as I fuck you harder.

That feels better. You concentrate on the feeling of my cock in your pussy and my fingers on your clit, as the pleasure builds. You moan louder, trying to pull your legs closer together but they don’t move, as you feel the wave of pleasure move though you.

I thrust deeply and hold it. You feel my cock throbbing inside of your wet pulsing pussy.

My skin pressing against your skin is damp with sweat, as I slowly pull my cock from you and you feel my cum drip onto the barn floor.

I walk in front of you and kiss your lips. I am sweaty even though the air in the barn is cool.

“How was that?” I ask, still breathing a little hard.
 
“It was different. Are we done? My wrists and ankles are getting a little sore.” I nod and untie your wrists first. As I remove the bandanas around each one, you see light marks on your skin from where they put pressure. I softly kiss each wrist; then help you button up your shirt. Next, I release the ropes from your ankles, then get your jeans off of the stool as you pull up your panties. “I don’t want marks on you that everyone can see.” I explain.

“I agree” you say as you finish getting dressed.

“Do you want to try it again another day, before they come back from their trip?” I ask as I coil the ropes and put away the pulleys. Inside of one of the storage boxes, you see a paddle, a riding crop, and a small whip. You pick up the crop and hit your hand with it.

“I would love to do it again, but next time, I tie you up.” You say as you put the crop back into the box and close it. We kiss again, interlacing our fingers as we go into the house.

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