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Sherry, The Storyteller Pt.3

Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

she gave herself to him, she would also forget her desire to make him her farmhand, she would sell him the farm and be owned by him. Before he was about thrust, she found the strength to buck him off of her, squirmed out from under him and before he could grab her, she grabbed her jeans and dashed to the ladder. “Get the fuck out of here,”she yelled as she climbed down and ran out of the barn. Angelo followed, running with his cock hanging out of his pants and followed her up to the house where she slammed the door, then breathing heavily, leaned against it. “Go away!” “ Let me in,” Angelo shouted, knocking on the door. “ Go away. Get out of here. Fuck yourself. I'm not selling and I won't be your fucking farmhand.” She was panting but determined to keep her farm and independence. “ Let's talk,” he yelled through the door. “ There's nothing to talk about. Now go before I call the police.” “ Don't be stupid, Sarah. Talk to me.” “ Go away. I'm not selling and there's nothing to talk about.” A few minutes later, she heard his car starting up. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, looked out the window and saw him driving away and wondered if she had made a mistake not letting him fuck her. She had been so turned on and now she was frustrated and angry and confused. Had she lost her opportunity to have a rich man help her with the farm, become her farmhand with benefits? There was no way she would sell it and knew she was seducing him by inviting him for dinner, but now he ... was gone. At the same time, she wondered why she still felt horny, why was she turned on by the way he slapped her ass. Did she want to be owned, taken, fucked? Was she glad she had fought him off, that he was gone? She remembered she had left the pail of goat milk in the barn and how important it was to get it refrigerated and went back to the barn to get it. She went into Ginger's stall and petted his nose and thought about Angelo growing up on a farm and remembering how much he loved it and that's why he wanted to buy her farm, and, though he was rich and could buy any farm he wanted, he loved her place. In the kitchen, after filtering the milk and refrigerating it in a large mason jar, then cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast, she sat down at her laptop and started working on the story she had been writing, but found herself distracted and thinking about what had happened the night before and in the hayloft, when she heard a car drive up. Looking out the window at the red convertible, she saw Angelo sitting at the wheel, looking around the farm, but not getting out. Why is he here? Why is he just sitting there looking around? Does he think he can get her to change her mind? My eyes were closed while I told the story then I felt Angelo's lips kissing me. At first I was startled, my mind completely on the story, but then the warmth and softness of his lips made me kiss him back, our mouths lingering. I was savoring the moment, but just as his tongue opened my mouth, I ...