Silken Whisper

The spring turned to the summer and my cycling trips went from time to time via that same trail. I noticed that her fields were growing nicely. It seemed that she knew what she was doing. The trail went quite near to her farm too so I could see that everything was very neat there as always. I tried not to stare too much so that I wouldn't look like a stalker. So because of that maybe I had missed something because on my way past, many months later, someone was standing by the trail near her farm with a flowery summer dress, with bare legs and her long hair down.

I didn't recognize her at first when she said, "Would you like to come take some coffee or something?" When she misled, though, I realized that she was the farmgirl I had helped before.

I stopped and said, "Sure why not." She wanted to thank me somehow for the help so I let her do it and why not? I didn't have to hurry anywhere.

So we walked silently to her house and we went in. There was everything ready in the main living room. Two cups were waiting on the table, surrounded by pastries, and the aroma of coffee rose from the pot. She had been waiting for me. She must have seen me cycling by and she knew about the time I would come back. I had been thinking that I stalked too much but someone else had also done her own investigations.

She signaled for me to sit at the table and served me the coffee. I noticed that the pastries were selfmade and looked very nice. I tasted them and they weren't just looking nice, they also tasted very nice.

She was quite silent and observing but that didn't feel awkward at all. I was telling her that her crops looked good and she commented something back like she did when I told how good her pastries were. Polite, but short. Distracted, even. Then we talked a little about the trails I drive and where my turning point and starting point are. She commented that she had seen me passing by a few times.

I was thinking that it wasn't polite to hang too long there, so after two cups of coffee I started to leave and told her that I could be of use if she needs an extra hand in something. I even gave her my phone number so that she could use that, saying that I had a lot of free time. I didn't know how she would take it. Maybe she would put it in the trash when I left but I gave her the opportunity if she liked to use it.

I was surprised when she hugged me warmly and a bit longer than you should think. I felt her fresh scent and warmth. Her hold was strong but nice.

We separated and she looked at me and for a second I was thinking that I recognized something familiar in her. I just thanked her and turned away before my eyes would start to look too weird when she said, "Is just helping me the thing you truly desire?"

Those words and how she said those! I even recognized the tone. She was the dominatrix!

I just froze there for a few seconds.

"It's okay to tell it," she carried on.

I just turned to her and couldn't say anything at first. I just looked at her and tried to find something familiar from her. I had seen only her eyes before. She had her hair strictly tied back then and she had that mask on. All her body has been covered with clothes, but those eyes! I could see that then when she looked at me in a certain way. It was the same person! I wouldn't have noticed those if she wouldn't have let me.

But why did she let me recognize her? That also explained why she had been so distant when we met in her field. Of course she knew me instantly.

"You don't have to tell me. I already know but do you know what I desire?" she asked.

"Please, tell me."

"I want you to give yourself to me like you did but this time it would be real surrender to real tools."

"Okay..." I said and was more than okay with that but something bothered me. "Real tools?"

She didn't say anything. She just took a step to me and took my hand and placed it between her legs and I felt it through the thin fabric. There was a cock!

She noticed me hesitating and said, "It has already been inside you with a hollow strapon dildo. It was so thin that I felt you and you felt me. I want to feel you like that again but without any layers between us."

Then she looked at me, my hand holding her growing cock piercing me with her eyes. She could see again in my soul and knew my desires before myself. She took my hand away from her cock and guided me to the other end of her house where her bedroom was. Before I knew my t-shirt and cycling shorts were off and she had pushed my torso on her bed leaving my legs on the floor. From the night stand drawer she took some lube and smeared her tool with it and pressed cock head against my rosebud, giving me no other chance than to take it. She pinned me down with her hands and pressed firmly her tool against my passage. Without any warmup my door started to open for her and she slowly pressed herself in making very nice and feminine moans when she enjoyed the penetration.

I tried to adapt when she used her tool. She drew it almost out and sunk it all the way back in. Again and again making me feel myself as her bitch that she took. She increased her pace and pressed me against the bed with a force. She wanted and needed a good fuck that I could notice. Maybe she hasn't had that in a long time. Fortunately she could see that it started to hurt me and she paused and added some lube onto her cock and guided me on my back to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs on her shoulders. She looked into my eyes when she penetrated me again and I could see her lust. She wasn't just lusty. She was very skillful too. She angled her dick so that it hit my prostate every time her mushroom passed it. When going in and when going out.

First, it felt weird but then started to feel very nice. She noticed when I started to enjoy it and smiled approvingly. I couldn't help but start to moan with her thrusts and she pressed her soft lips on my moaning mouth, muffling them and penetrating me with her tongue also. Her kiss was soft and intense. Demanding without being forced. I kissed her back and loved every second of it. Her breast pressed to my chest when she pinned me against the bed when she released my legs from her shoulders to her sides. There was such a passion that I had never experienced before.She took me and I wanted her to do it badly.
It felt that she started to come inside me and that launched my orgasm and my ass pumped her fluids out of her cock inside me and it lasted and lasted. Her orgasm was the prettiest I had ever seen. Not any twisting ugly face. Her cheeks got red and she moaned the most feminine way when she filled me and made sure that everything had erupted from her penis before she started to slide it out. Before I knew it she had pushed a plug inside my ass and said, "Time to cycle home."

I gave her a face asking this is it? She didn't react, just started to put her dress back on so I got dressed also and walked to her front door. She just came and gave me a tongue kiss, slapped my ass, and sent me away.

It felt quite funny to cycle with the plug in the ass. The ride wasn't that smooth in the forest trail so every bump slammed the saddle against the base of the plug.

When I was almost out of the woods my phone got a new message. I stopped to read that.

"Now I just realized that you could spend the night here if you like? No pressure... ;-)"

Almost back home. I wondered what to do. Of course I wanted to go to her but should I go first home and refresh myself and then drive with my car to her? When I was thinking that I realized that she had just wanted me to cycle with that plug in my ass. Maybe she wanted me to cycle back also?

"If that is an option, I'll take it. Do you want a sweaty quest with a plug twice hammered in the ass or fresh?"

"We can always go to the sauna if you feel DIRTY..."

That was it. U-turn and back with the fatbike.

When she saw my sweaty face when I parked my bicycle against her house's ceiling I got a comment, "Someone was eager to come back quickly. You can start from there and then come inside," she said casually and went inside her house.

The place she had pointed me to was her separate sauna building. Not big but a very nice old sauna. It wasn't heated yet but there was some firewood inside ready to use inside the wooden box. I took so that she wanted me to put fire in the stove so the sauna would start to warm up.

When I was sure that the fire would certainly burn and the stove was packed with wood I left inside the house. First, I couldn't find her when I looked to the living room where we had that coffee earlier. She also wasn't in the bedroom where she fucked me. I looked into some other rooms which weren't many and then went back to the living room.

In the kitchen corner I noticed a door I hadn't noticed before. It was a bit open. I looked in and saw concrete stairs going down and the dim lightning illuminated from the ceilings. I started to climb down to the basement and found the same sling hanging from the ceiling that she had used in her pro place. Again it was lighted so that the sling could be seen in the dim light but around it was dark.

I knew she wanted me in that sling. It was now obvious. I took my clothes off, went to stand by the sling, and waited.

The first thing I sensed from some others' presence was the air moving. The place had made my senses sharpen. Then there was the scent. She was near but I didn't turn. I stayed still. I knew she wanted it like that. I sensed that she was right behind me.

SMACK-SMACK

I felt two quick and sharp hits from the open hand on my both buttock. I tried to have my balance from that sudden impact taking hold of those chains hanging from the ceiling. I felt her coming tightly against my back and she took a good grip from my balls and penis pressing her breasts against me with her pelvis and I felt her dick between my legs already hard as a steel.

She sucked bruises to my neck like wanting to mark me, and pitched my nipples so that it hurted but made my body go goosebumps. Somehow she could reach from my front side between my legs to plug in my ass and ripped it out making me almost lose my balance again. She gave me more speed so that I was on my belly in the sling. I wasn't there completely when I already felt her penetrating me and when I hitted against the leather sling her hips already hitted my ass cheeks and she was fully in.

I moaned and she quickly put her leather gloved hand on my mouth muffling my noises.

"No one would hear you, but I don't like to listen to you moan like a girl!"

"If you want to be my man you just growl, grunt or groan but never whimper or cry out!"

With those two sentences she made it very clear what she wanted from a man. She didn't want a girly man. She wanted a manly man who would take it like a man when she liked to take him.

This time she was from the start very turned on so it didn't take long when she roughly pinned me down and fucked me hard, and started to ejaculate inside my ass again. When she was done I was fully erected and craving more.

"Why don't you go and look if the stove needs more wood," she just said with a normal voice and went from my sight to the darkness.

It took from me a moment but then I just took my clothes and headed slowly walking like a duck upstairs. I went outside naked being sure that there wasn't anyone seeing and if I would be I wouldn't care.

She was right. The stove needed more wood and I added it and saw that the temperature would soon be 60° C. It is perfect to have a sauna.

I heard footsteps from outside and she came in with towels in her hands like nothing extraordinary hadn't just happened and without saying any words we had a nice moment in the sauna enjoying the heat it gave to us.

At some point she rose and went off the sauna benches to wash herself. I looked at her spreading the soap onto her perfect body wash from everywhere, not forgetting to give extra care for her penis that I could look well for the first time. It wasn't hard this time but not completely limp either. It looked very nice in her hand that looked like it could take a very firm grip from anything, and I remembered those moments when she had moved me to the positions she liked easily and pinned me under her.

Looking at her and thinking about those things made me hard. I was left without release in the basement so I was extra horny at that point.

She washed and rinsed herself like I wasn't there but when ready she signed me to come to her.

She started to wash me and her hands were very tender and non hesitant. She knew what she was doing. She prevented touching my penis but washed me from everywhere else. The scalp washing was very relaxing and I felt that I melted under her hands.

Then her strong soapy hands finally found my cock and balls. She started with a light touch but proceeded to a more strong grip using the soap as a lube. Her other fingers found themselves from my ass crack and soon her two fingers were easily in and on my prostate.

She started to firmly and slowly masturbate me, rubbing at the same time my prostate with her fingers. She didn't give me the climax quickly but made sure that she saw me twisting and this time growing and grunting. She looked satisfied with my expressions and started to pump faster my cock and press my prostate with more firm touch with her fingers.

I had to lean on her when the orgasm was starting. My legs went limb and my vision went cloudy. She pumped me empty to the floor and made sure that everything came out. Then she washed my jewels and rinsed me and tenderly toweled me dry showing her other side to me.

Without saying words we went inside the house to have a little to eat. When we went to bed and she pressed herself against me and closed her eyes, the day started to feel quite perfect.