House of Sin: Part One (7 page)

I tucked the wine into my saddle bag along with a few other things I picked up. Before taking off I sat on my bike and ate an apple because I was starving, enjoying a good apple is the second best thing in life. I wasn’t in a rush, heaven forbid I caught up to her on the highway and ended up following her. It never really occurred but she was right, following someone, or someone following you to a shared destination is annoying and never really goes well. I eyed a trash can that was twenty odd feet away. I was comfortable sitting on my bike and didn’t want to get up to throw out my apple core. It was a good toss, far enough that if you didn’t make it you would look like a jerk for attempting such a long shot. I threw it and it landed in a trash can with a bang, I looked around to see if anyone witnessed my superhuman ability. No one noticed, I was smiling to myself as I fired up the bike and cruised away.

I have passed this exit countless times. It was strange pulling off the highway here. This little stretch always seemed more like a reference point telling me I was half way to my destination rather than somewhere you actually stopped. It never really occurred to me that people lived here. North I went down the unfamiliar road.

The air smelled like pollen and horses, I drove slowly because thick mud that had fallen off a tractors tire and dried into little obstacles. Houses were extremely far apart, each house had a barn behind it. Most seemed like small operations, perhaps something the owners did for pleasure rather than profit. There were a few large farms that had heavy equipment and large silos. It looked like people had a nice life in Princeville, I wondered why I never considered it before.

A red barn sat on top of a rolling grassy hill. The property was outlined with a rough fence, a few of the horizontal beams had fallen over making it look like a painting. There was a forest of cherry trees to the side of the small farm house. It was a beautiful grey stone home, the front wooden door was painted red, large heavy and solid. I knocked on the impressive door and thought of my screen door and promised myself I would replace it. The whole area looked like a fairy tale. I felt like a villain riding in on my loud bike in such a peaceful place, maybe I was.

A dog answered me with a howl, I love dogs, but I wished he would shut the fuck up. I took a few steps back and tried to look cool with one foot on the step. I was nervous, it felt good to be nervous.

“You found it” Leah looked stunning in this setting, she turned her attention to the dog, “go to your bed” she said in a firm voice. The little terrier mutt obeyed and scurried off, she looked back at me.

“Welcome to my home” She left the door open and walked in shouting so I could hear her “Hope you’re hungry”

I stepped into the old beautiful home, the walls were thick and the ceiling was low with exposed beams. It was a fairly open concept for a house of it’s age, the kitchen hailed a wood stove that looked heavy and ancient. I could tell there was a fire burning in the stove because steam was rising from a kettle sitting on top. There was a slow cooker on the counter that contributed to the delightful smell in the room. These walls had absorbed countless memories, this house felt good.

Leah had her back to me, she was in the same cloths save a tired sweater, her sweater was high enough that it didn’t cover the curves of her bum in those jeans. She poured the water into two cups. I can’t remember the last time I had tea in the evening rather then something with alcohol. Everything about today has been unusual for me. I felt myself going into a stare as I thought about bending her over the counter, I shook it off and took a deep breath.

“This is a beautiful home” I said as I put the bottle of wine on the counter.

Leah put the cup of tea on a small island that was between us, “Thanks” She said with a curious smile, slowly sipping the hot tea.

I matched her expression and sipped the tea, steam danced around my face as I blew across the surface to cool it down. The tea gave a strong smell of mint. We said nothing for a moment and looked at each other with our tea cups at our lips. It was nice, just looking at her and her looking back, we were smiling. We just stared at each other and had a silent conversation with subtle expressions. Her smile broke to laughter and I also laughed at the exchange.

“I am sore, I haven’t worked that hard in years” I said rotating my shoulder.

“So you work all week and take care of this farm yourself, hardworking gal”

“I was raised here, by my aunt, she passed away a couple of years ago, she was more like a friend then an aunt or mother, we lived here together, I have been keeping the place up alone ever since”

“I’m sorry”

“She was sick for a long time, I am at peace with it now” Leah put her tea down and turner her attention to the slow cooker that must have been going all day. “I feel like she is my guardian angel now” She dished it out into two bowls and we sat at the island to eat. “Do you have one of those?”

“A guardian angel?” I questioned

“yeah” she laughed lightly, clearly she was just trying to put the focus on me rather than her.

“I picture my guardian angel sitting in the corner painting her nails and rolling her eyes”

We shared a laugh and the mood was light, the food warmed me up. Leah took the dishes to the sink and ran the water. She had her back to me again, her body taunted me. Her sweater had a wide neck and her hair was loosely tide up exposing part of her neck and part of her back. She pushed strands of hair away from her face with her arm avoiding her wet soapy hands.

“We need music” she said with-out turning around. “There is a record player in the corner, could you put something on”

I rifled through the records and made a quick decision when I saw Massive Attack, I balanced my attention between Leah and the record player, the music came from speakers hidden behind furniture and filled the room with a gentle pulse. The site of Leah’s natural beauty was impossible to ignore, I have been fighting with myself since I arrived, but I was losing the battle. She turned her head just enough to see me, she knew I had been watching her, her sensual movements were not an accident. She smiled and returned to doing the dishes.

I walked up to her and my heart quickened with each step, Leah, in this setting had different kind of beauty I am not sure I have experienced. There was nothing swimming in my mind but her, I was lost in this moment. I was losing this battle with myself and she was becoming an object, I was hard and I was obsessed with penetrating her.

“Do you want a hand” I asked, I was close enough to smell her hair.

She stiffened, “Jack, what are you up to?” her voice was nervous but inviting.

Leah pretended to wash dishes, I moved in closer still. I pushed my body into hers, I was so hard there was pain, my cock was throbbing in my jeans. I gently pushed against her ass, I felt like my cock could break through my jeans and hers, and be forced inside of her. There I stood, breathing her in, I was lost in the moment. Leah pushed back into me, as I kissed her neck I looked down and watched her breast rise and fall with each breath. Her white skin contrasted with her black bra. I was being gentle, but that is not what I wanted, I didn’t want to be gentle with her, I wanted to spread her apart, she is a beautiful object that I need to fuck. I felt my hold on her hips tighten, I pushed her back into me hard. There was a part of me that hoped my firm hold wasn’t hurting her. What she did next surprised me.

She put her hand behind her like she was reaching into her back pocket, she wedged her hand between us as if to break us apart. She felt my hard dick through my jeans with her hand, still with her back to me she rubbed my dick through the contours of my jeans. Time to bend you over, time to rip off those fucking jeans, it is time to bend you over this counter and fuck your pussy until I cum.

My plan would have to wait, Leah turned around and fell to her knees.

“Let me suck it” she whispered like it was a secret.

“Take it out” I told her. I knew it would be faster for me just to whip it out myself but I wanted to watch her, I wanted her to obey me. I needed to fuck her from behind but that would have to wait, it was obvious she has been thinking of sucking my cock and that is exactly what she was going to do. I leant back against the island and looked down at her, she looked back.

Slowly, she unzipped me.

Her eyes stayed on mine and she unbuttoned my jeans, she pulled down my underwear and my cock fell out. Leah did nothing, her eyes stayed on mine. My cock was bouncing up and down with each heart beat next to her face. Her lack of action was maddening, her eyes stayed on mine and she moved so my cock was touching her cheek. She held my thighs and slowly licked from base to tip, she never broke her stare. It took everything in me not to grab the back of her head and thrust my dick down her throat. Her eyes left mine and focused on my cock, it was her prize, her plaything, her desert. She looked hungry and eager, she opened her mouth wide with her tongue slightly out. I trembled, holding back my urge to push forward into her open mouth. So very slowly my cock began to disappear into her mouth, her hot wet mouth begged to be filled with my cum but I resisted the beckoning release. The head of my cock was in her mouth and she slid further down, her eyes were closed tight, this was something she needed, she needed a juicy hard cock in her mouth and I was giving it to her. She was as deep as she could go, I felt the head of my cock push against the back of her throat. She held me in her mouth, if I allowed myself I could have shot my hot cum down her throat but I still was able to resist. I felt her tongue move around tasting my flesh, her hand pulled down my pants so my balls were free. She ever so slowly pulled back and stopped so only my head was in her warm mouth. Her lips stayed tight, her tongues whipped around playfully. Then back down she went, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, slow wet, and perfect. Finally she grabbed at the base of my dick and started to jerk me off, sucking desperately on the head of my cock, drinking away what I couldn’t hold back. She took my cock out of her mouth for the first time, looking up at me she pointed my wet cock into her open mouth and jerked me off. A devilish smile formed from her open mouth.

“I want you to cum, Jack, I want you to cum in my mouth, can you do that for me?”

She never stopped jerking me off, it took everything I had not to explode. She held my dick against my stomach and rubbed my dick with the cup of her hand, up and down, up and down. She put my balls in her mouth, licked deep, hard, and careless.

“I know you want me to be your whore Jack”

She looked up at me like I did something wrong, something in her changed

“Is that what I am to you Jack?”

She looked angry, I was aroused by her sudden change in demeanor but surprised. Slightly unsure of what she wanted.

She put my cock back in her mouth and plunged it in hard, pushing me back into the island. My dear Leah, I think you like to play dirty. I needed to bend her over and cum in her, I liked this game she was playing, I was full of cum that was trying to escape and I could not hold it back much longer.

“I can be your whore Jack”

“Are you going to be my little cock sucker Leah”

I heard the words yes between mouthfuls of cock, her face was becoming wet from spit.

“Give it to me Jack”

She was sucking so hard and deep, I tried to pull her up but she seemed drugged and obsessed.

“I want to fuck” I demanded

“Just give it to me Jack”

It was a battle, she wanted my cum and I was trying desperately to save it, this was a battle she was destined to win.

“You want it you little slut?”

I fell slightly from the force of her face slamming into me knocking over a basket of cherries to the floor, her hand was a blur, jerking me off quickly, she was licking, sucking, pumping out pre-cum and lapping it up.

“You fucking want my cum, you little slut” I was yelling at her.

I felt my body tense, I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, I had to cum so badly it was painful, and it was finally time have my release. She pulled away overwhelmed by my aggressive thrusts.

“Stick out your tongue you little whore”

She obeyed, I let her jerk me off.

“Come on baby, give it to me” she begged

“Mmm, you want my cum ”

“Give it to me”

Every muscle in my body spasmed and all the energy flooded out of my cock, I looked down at her beautiful face. I watched my hot cum shoot out of my cock and land on her tongue and lips, I came hard and strong. I knocked more things off the table and groaned in ecstasy.

“Oh jack”

“Do you like that?”

“Oh Jack”

“Is that what you wanted?”

She jerked me off perfectly, licking up everything she could squeeze out. Feelings of peace washed over me, I looked down at her cleaning me off with her tongue. The music had stopped and the sound of vinyl crackled from the speakers

“That was fun” she said giggling

I was confused, I didn’t expect that. She had completely changed character, she was back to her normal self like she flicked a switch. She stood up playfully, squeezed my cock and gave me a wink.

“Sometimes I like to be bad”

And with that she turned around and returned to the dishes, I got myself together and tried to make sense of what just happened. Why was I just yelling and this beautiful young women, I picked up the things on the floor that I had knocked over, why was I calling her a whore?. Leah turned and looked at me and gave a girlish giggle. My dear Leah, I suspect you may suffer from the same affliction as I.

Leah dried her hands and poured two glasses of red wine, smiling to herself she put the glass to her lips. I was turning over the record, I felt good, this house felt good.

“I have to feed the horse” Leah said as she put down her empty glass.

She walked by me towards the door and grazed my hand with hers when she passed by. “Come on”

When she opened the door the dog came from nowhere and bolted outside, I followed her to the red barn, motion lights turned on and lit our path. I thought about asking some of the standard questions you ask when you’re getting to know someone, but it really didn’t matter. I didn’t know her last name, did she have siblings, where did she go to school, I would find all this out in good time. It didn’t really matter, I was getting to know Leah in a different way this evening.

The barn had three stalls, one was empty. Two large black horses had their heads towards us. One stall was empty.

“Hi girls” Leah spoke to them while petting their faces. She went back and forth from one to the other while they competed for her affection. I joined her and pet one of the horses.

“What are their names?” I asked

“Thelma and Louise”

I laughed.

“My aunt named them”

“Hello Ladies” I said to Thelma and Louise. The dog was darting around in Thelma’s stall and I was concerned he would get stepped on but he seemed to be doing ok.

“Horses, garden, full time job in-town, famers market, you are an impressive lady Leah”

“Now you can see why I had never been to Madeline’s” The volume of her voice raised when she said
Madeline’s
. Leah had one leg up on a ledge while she bent over and scooped up horse feed into a bucket. When she bent down, with her back to me, her jeans tightened around her perfectly. My cock was still wet from her mouth, I could feel it in my jeans waking from its rest. Leah portioned out the feed in buckets hanging from the horse’s stalls.

“What was in that room Jack?, the room with no name”

“I really don’t know, anything can happen there”

“It sounded like there was a lot of men, there was a women screaming”

“Yes, that would be typical”

“So Madeline’s, it’s a sex club, and all those different rooms have different themes, what was the theme with the London room”

“No theme, it’s a place where no one will bother you, no one can be there but who you permit, it’s a place where you have complete control, and a good room to introduce an innocent new comer like yourself”

“I’m not so innocent Jack, and I don’t always like to be in control” Leah stepped closer to me

“I am beginning to see that”

“How do you want me Jack? I see you look at my ass every chance you have” Leah started to unzip her torn jeans, and began to shimmy them down over her bum exposing her white flesh. “Is that what you want Jack”

My cock was responding to her taunts, hard and ready. I took a step closer. Quickly she pulled up her pants and giggled.

“You think you can just bend me over here in the barn like a dirty little farm girl?” Leah waved her finger as she scolded me.

“Yes I do” I crossed over to a dark place, my cock was a weapon and I needed to stab her wet cunt with it. Leah held her pants closed and walked back as I walked forward. This has been fun, but I have had enough.

“What is it you want Jack, you want to fuck my ass is that what you want?” Leah had an accusing tone.

I grabbed her small frame and forced her around, she made a week attempt to keep her jeans up but I got them down past her bum with little trouble. I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her over some hay bales. She was breathing heavy and struggling, I just held her there for a moment. Almost as if to tire her out, I just held her over the bales of hay with the weight of my body, I could have forced my cock inside her right then but I just pinned her there and let the tip of my cock sit just barley inside her hot, wet pussy, god her pussy was hot. She was fighting me but her pussy begged me to push inside.

“No” She said in her struggle

“Maybe you are a dirty little farm girl, I can feel your pussy, I know you want it” I reached around and grabbed her wet throbbing cunt with my hand and held it tight. Her swollen, wet, lips squeezing between my fingers.

“No” She said

“Tell me to fuck you” My cock stayed on the border of being inside, my hand held, squeezed, pulled, pushed her lips.

“Fuck me” I could barley hear her

“Fuck me Jack” she said slightly louder

Finally. I let go, I did nothing, I simply allowed my cock to go where it needed to be. I was still pinning her against the hay bales, my face next to hers. My cock deep inside her where it needed to be. Her soft bum pushed against me. I didn’t pull out, I pushed hard into her pushing her whole body forward.

“fuck me”

I raised my body away from hers, there was no need to keep her pinned, that song and dance had passed. I held her hips that were arched up for my taking and began to thrust into her, hard and deliberate, I slammed into her making a slapping noise when we made contact. Her body shot forward into the hay bale with every thrust, a moan that had a mixer of pleasure and pain poured out of her. I held her tight, the small of her back pooled with sweat. I pulled out slow and slammed back in, with every thrust Leah became more and more of an object to me. She was something that would make me cum. In my head I said “pig” with every thrust.

My motion became more and more fluid, Leah raised her head and whipped her hair back, pointed her chin to the roof. A momentum had built and I no longer was in control of my movements, I just allowed it to happen. Fast, hard, and evil I fucked my prey. Her constant moans vibrated in reaction to my tantrum.

It felt like slow motion. I looked down at her ass that was vibrating and red from my abuse. A bead of sweat fell from my nose and on to her back. I had completely lost control, I was a demon, a predator, something terrible and dangerous. Her ass, it was built for sex, soft and round and made to take a pounding. I fixated on it, I hooked my thumbs and spread her cheeks out.

“Tear me apart” She moaned

I pulled her cheeks apart, wide as they could go. I had shifted gears and was more in control of my movements. She was so exposed, dripping wet, red, and perfect. I stabbed her red cunt, watching with delight. I completely pulled out and jammed it back in. A few times I missed and my cock stumbled around her stretched out lips, grazing her little button of an ass. I sensed she like it, when I touched her there. I let my thumb slightly push into her ass as I fuck her slow and hard. She liked this, I could feel it. She buried her head down into the hay and her tone changed. I felt her playing with her clit, my dear Leah are you going to cum? I thought.

“Don’t stop” She gasped

I fucked her hard and let my thumb go deeper and deeper.