I can round us up a couple of horses,or you can just relax by the pool today."
She thought for a while, savoring the aromas carried by the steam rising from her mug before replying, "You know, I’m feeling so relaxed at the moment, Nick, I think I’ll just take it easy this morning, if that’s all right with you. Perhaps later in the day I’ll have regained some of my strength. You devastated me last night!"
She followed that with an impish grin, which I couldn’t help but answer.I finished my chores and showered then wandered out toward the pool,having seen Parminder sunbathing from my bedroom window.
As I passed down the main hallway, a blinking light on my security system sent me back upstairs to check out the east hills with my binoculars. Confirming my suspicions, I went to the pool and covered Parminder’s deliciously naked form with a towel.
"I need to go for a short ride," I said, "If I were you, I’d stay covered until I get back. OK? Somebody’s over on the east hills with lenses. I’m going to go check it out. Do me a favor, though and stay out here so they’ll still have something to look at."
She nodded and lay back down.
I quickly saddled Buck. Buck, unlike the other horses, seemed to like being ridden, and he had the stamina to go forever. He never strayed far from the main buildings, just on the off chance that I’d want to ride.
He was in a playful mood, and I had to wait until he exhaled before I could tighten the cinch, but it was mostly for show.I mounted up and headed northwest, angling away from the buildings and the east hills. After I was sure I was obscured from the sight of whoever was up there, I circled back and put Buck into a ground eating gallop, catching the creek bed almost directly north of the house.This late in the summer, the creek was mostly dried up and the sandy bed muffled Buck’s hoofbeats as we pounded back toward the southeast,behind the hills where my trespasser was waiting.
I walked Buck up the backside of the hill and came down on the guy with my lariat already loose and ready to go. He didn’t hear us until Buck was about twenty yards away, and by then it was too late. I lassoed him as we barreled past at a gallop, and by the time he realized he was caught, I had taken a couple of turns around the saddle horn as Buck hit the end of the slack.
The photographer was jerked unceremoniously off his feet before I pulled lightly back on the reins. Buck planted all four hooves and almost sat on his haunches as he slid to a stop.
Buck’s a well trained cow pony and when I dismounted he kept the ropetaut as I approached the guy, who had managed to struggle back to his feet. He must have thought I was going to hit him because he cringed a bit as I passed.
Without a word, I gathered his equipment and slung it over the back of Buck’s saddle. I remounted and drew my revolver - the one I wear when away from the house in case of snakes & other vermin, letting Buck slack off on the rope.
As the noose slackened and fell around his feet, I told the guy, "Get your clothes off."
"What?" He must have thought he was still in the city, "I’m not taking my clothes off! This is outrageous! I’ll call the cops! I’ll…"
"You don’t seem to understand, mister." I said calmly, holding the piece rock steady, "You’re trespassing on my property. I know you saw the signs, because I’ve got ‘em every ten feet along the fence line.Folks around here don’t take to kindly to city folk comin’ out here and traipsin’ around our land uninvited. I’ll call the Sheriff for you if you like," I held up my cell phone with my left hand, "and you can spend the next couple of months dealing with the local law. See, the sheriff and me, we’re drinking buddies, and his cousin Jeff, well,he’s the judge hereabouts."
I grinned at the expression on his face, "Oh yeah, my buddy Bob, he runs the county jail. I’ll be happy to talk to him for you, and get you some real special accomodations. I think Butch Cramer’s in lockup again. He’s always had a thing for tender city boys! Or…"
The guy’s face was getting even whiter and he had to gather some saliva before he could make his mouth work, "…’Or’ what?"
"Or you strip, right here, right now, every stitch," I grinned evilly,"and you can pick up your clothes and equipment back at your car after a little hike."
Actually, the nearest place where he could have parked his car was well over a mile away. That was going to be pretty rough in bare feet.
He wanted to say something more, but realized the futility of it and started undressing. When he was down to his shoes and socks, he gave me a venomous glare and started back in the direction I figured his car was in.
"Aren’t you forgetting something?" I asked.
He stopped and looked back at me, puzzled.
"I said ‘every stitch’ and I meant it!" I said, waggling the barrel of the gun menacingly at his feet.
"You can’t expect me to walk all the way back there in my bare feet!"he cried.
I spat at a beetle crawling across the ground, not really trying to hit it, "Can. Do." was all I said.
He angrily removed his shoes and socks and stomped off across the grass. That stopped within a couple of steps as his tender feet told him there were other things besides grass there that weren’t good to be stomped on.
I let him get well down the hill before I swapped the film canister in his camera for a fresh one, pocketing all the exposed rolls from his bag as well as the one from the camera. I dismounted and searched the pockets of his clothing as well, and found one other roll.
When I was pretty sure Parminder’s picture wasn’t going to wind up in the Enquirer, I rolled up my lariat and hung it from the saddle again,then trotted Buck down the hill after the guy, snapping pictures as I went. I kept snapping as I passed him, getting some great shots of his little floppy bouncing up and down. If looks could kill, I’d have been dead several times over. I was well ahead of him when I spotted his car.
True to my word, I left his clothes and equipment on the hood of the car, but kept the film, including the roll I shot. I also left a note that read, "My property and my guests are off-limits. If there is a next time, when I shoot you, it will be legal."
I watched from the top of the hill until he drove off, then rode back to the barn and gave Buck a few extra oats for his trouble, as I curried him before putting him back in the pasture.
Not surprisingly, Parminder was on pins and needles, wanting to know what was going on.
"I think you need a new agent, Ms. Nagra." I said as I handed her the film, "I’d keep that one." I pointed to the roll with the photographer’s nude studies on it, "You may have a use for it someday.I recommend destroying the rest."
"Wait! Back up!" her confusion showed in her voice, "What do you mean I need a new agent!"
"Ok," I said patiently, "Put it together. Call to Maury. Paparazzi on the hill…"
"Oh heavens!" she said, hand to mouth, "Your phone doesn’t have caller ID blocking does it?!"
I slowly shook my head.
"That bastard!" she pounded her fist on the chaise, "That ruddy bastard!"
She fumed for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, "He’s just ruined himself! Cheeky bastard didn’t think I’d figure it out! Now no one will use him, not once I’ve told my story to a few people I know who can’t seem to hold onto secrets!"
I smiled and said "I like the way you think!"
"But wait!" She put a hand on my arm "What about the photographer?
What if he comes back?"
"That’s unlikely," I said, with a twisted smile, "but my security system actually watches the entire perimeter of this place. That’s what tipped me off. I’d have known sooner, but I hadn’t thought to carry the remote beeper. I’ll have it with me from now on."
"What makes you so sure he won’t come back?" she asked, so I told her what I’d done.
She looked at the roll of film and laughed, "Oh, you are a devious man, Mr. Stafford!"
When I told her what the note said, she looked shocked and asked, "You wouldn’t really shoot him, would you?"
"A threat is only as good as the threatened person’s willingness to believe it," I said, "If our spy should ask around, he’ll find I’m not given to making idle threats."
That didn’t settle her mind much, but she didn’t pursue the matter. We took a ride around the place in the afternoon, and the wind in her hair seemed to lift Parminder’s spirits. I know it lifted mine! She looked absolutely ravishing sitting ramrod straight in the saddle, her tits bouncing enticingly under her shirt!
Over dinner, Parminder said teasingly, "You gave me such a good massage last night, it’s only fair that I return the favor."
"May be fair, Par," I replied, "but it takes a person with some heft to be able to apply the right kind of pressure for someone my size. I’ve had ladies try before and the results were less than satisfactory."
She was quiet for a few bites, then said coyly, "Actually, the massage I have in mind might not relax you much, but I think you’ll find it enjoyable, nonetheless!"
I studied her mischievous smile for a few moments, replying with my own smile, "How can I refuse an offer like that?"
Once the dinner dishes were cycling through the dishwasher, Parminder insisted that we retire to the massage room. I stripped off and lay prone on the table, positioning my face comfortably in the padded ring.
I tried to resist the temptation to look as I heard rustling and other sounds from Parminder’s vicinity, but one sound caught my attention and I just had to check it out. To my astonishment and delight, the young actress was bent over, facing away from me, slathering her round little buttocks with a generous coating of massage gel!
"Hey!" she must have caught my movement from the corner of her eye,
"No peeking!"
"Ok! Ok!" I said, laying back down, my curiosity as fully aroused as my aching cock!
A few moments later, I heard a chair slide across the room toward me,and felt Parminder climbing onto the table. My hard-on grew even more as I felt her naked, greasy little buttocks settling firmly atop mine.
"Right!" she said, slipping around a bit on her fleshy perch, "Let’s begin, shall we?"
Placing a small hand on each of my shoulders, she began sliding the full length of my back with those deliciously slippery buttocks! Her angle changed as she reached my neck, probably because of the position of her feet, and I felt an equally slippery pussy ‘massaging’ the back of my neck!
"There," she said smugly, "that should take a few of the kinks out!"
For several minutes she slid up and down my back, not doing much to relax me, but turning both of us on big time. When she moved to my legs, she had no choice but to generously lube both of her crevices as it was impossible for her to keep her buttocks on top of my narrower legs, or maybe she just didn’t want to! Her breathing was getting ragged, and I think my left leg got short changed a bit as she rasped,"Turn over!"
She stood astride my body as I turned, and I had the most erotic view up her legs and torso. Her entire body was glistening from the lubricant by now, and it was all I could do to put my hands at my sides instead of running them up her legs.
Applying another generous coating of lube to her nether regions (I was thanking my lucky stars that I had bought the large, economy size!)she plopped down on my abdomen, her dark eyes burning into mine as she slithered to and fro, coming to rest momentarily with my chin nestled in her pubic hair.
"Are you enjoying your massage, Nick?" she asked from somewhere above her luscious breasts.
"So far, Par," I replied into her greasy muff, "but there’s one part down there that’s still very tense!"
She twisted to look over her shoulder at my erection and said, "Ah!I’ve got just the thing to relax that!"
She slipped backward and when my rod collided with her lower back, she reached behind her and raised it to a vertical position, then lifted herself and sat gingerly on top of it, slowly lowering her stretching vagina down my shaft.
"Oooh!" she murmured, hard at work trying to get it all in, "That’s a big one! Hang on! Almost got it…!"
She swiveled her hips and pushed, a couple of inches still outside.Suddenly, one of her oily feet slipped off the table and she dropped the last couple of inches! Her shriek almost deafened me and I thought she’d been seriously injured.
"Are you all right, Parminder?" I asked.
She nodded, still unable to speak, but made no effort to raise herself back up. My cock was pressed hard against her cervix and her tunnel was spasming around it.
Finally resting some of her weight on her hands, she gasped, "That wasn’t in the plan! Have you registered that weapon?"
I grinned, and said, "Tried, but the county clerk’s a woman, and when I showed it to her, she wanted to see how it fired, and, well, one thing led to another, and we never did get that paperwork filled out!"
Slowly, with numerous grunts and moans, Parminder swiveled her hips,trying to stretch herself to accomodate me. When my glans slipped across the hard bump of her cervix, both of us gasped!
"I’m sorry, Nick," She said, rising off me, "but it’s just too damn long for that hole."
I was disappointed, but it wasn’t the first time a small woman had had trouble accepting all of me. What Parminder did next, though, broke the pattern all to hell.
Slipping forward an inch or so as my glans slipped out of her, she nestled it into the greasy brown star of her anus, and with one long slow slide, accompanied by many ‘Ooohh’s and ‘aaahhh’s, she slid all the way down. Her eyelids fluttered as it slid into her and eyes rolled back in her head! When the plum popped through into her colon,her sounds became wilder, more guttural, and more urgent.
She rested a moment, breathing heavily, when she was finally seated on my pubic bone, then her eyes bored into mine as she said huskily,"This hole goes a bit deeper! Just give me a little time to adjust to your girth, and we’ll be off!"
I tried to stay still, but the inside of that hot brown tunnel felt sogood, I couldn’t resist flexing a time or two. Each time I did,Parminder hit me on the chest with a small brown fist and said,"Bastard!"
After the second or third time, though, the epithet was accompanied by a constipated sort of smile.
Eventually, she started moving, very slowly, all the way to the point where the ridge at the back of my glans lodged against the inside of her sphincter. Then, staring fixedly off into space, she lowered herself back down.
"Oh my stars!" she exclaimed, "Will that thing never end?!"
But it did, and this time she circled her ass around my pelvis, a beatific smile on her face as my cock rearranged her insides.
"Oh, I do love having a large cock in my arse!" she moaned, "It’s so very naughty!"
Head thrown back, eyelids aflutter, she started fucking me with short strokes that let my glans slip in and out of her inner sphincter,sending shockwaves up my spine, and, from the expression on her face,having a similar effect on her!
Suddenly, she was all business!
"Right!" she said, "That’s done it! Now let’s see if we can’t work the tension out of this thing!"
With a smile she rose to the top and dropped, all the way to the bottom! Again and again, she lifted herself, only to plunge back down!My hips rose to meet her, as my cock reveled in the gritty warmth of her nether passage!
As much as the physical sensation, the transported expression on her beautiful face and the cooing sounds emanating from her throat excited and drove me onward! Our pelvises slapped wetly together, as excess lubricant splattered all over the room!
After the slow buildup, this rapid self-rape of her tender asshole quickly drove me over the edge. My reproductive system turned itself inside out in its effort to blast everything it had into the lovely,greasy ass of the young actress!
Her eyes flew open wide as she felt the pulsing of my cock and the spreading warmth in her bowels, and she threw her head back and screamed her climax at the rafters!
Moments later, she collapsed, gasping, onto my heaving chest. My shrinking rod spasmed and twitched within her and her sphincter squeezed and milked the softening member in response.When we finally caught our breath, Parminder gingerly raised herself and let me slip out of her, saying hoarsely, "There, that’s relaxed the pesky bugger!"
I couldn’t muster the strength for a laugh, but only smiled contentedly as the lovely Sikh slipped off my body and the table.
"Shower?" she asked.
I made a feeble hand gesture and struggled to drag myself off the table. I grabbed a slippery nipple and led her, eyes wide, a couple of doors down the hall. Releasing her nipple with a grin, I bowed her into the shower room I use after workouts. She set the water controls and waited for the hot water to reach the shower head.
Peering seductively over one dusky shoulder, her disheveled hair half covering her face, she asked, "Coming?"
"Already have!" I quipped, then, "But I’d love to shower with you!"
She acknowledged my attempt at humor with a twisted smile, and stepped aside to make room for me under the spray.
It took almost a full bar of soap to get all that massage oil off our bodies. She washed my back, then turned hers for me to wash. I soaped my front thoroughly, then plastered myself to her back, my reawakening cock slithering up and down the crevice between her buttocks as I moved my body in something approximating a circular motion.
"Having fun?" she asked, not moving away.
"Why, yes!" I replied, "Yes I am! A lot of fun!"
Realizing that about the only thing this would offer her was some nasty thoughts, I relented and stepped back, completing the job with the soapy wash cloth. Since her buttocks and the area between her legs had gotten the most greasing, they naturally required the most washing, but I figured the washcloth would be too rough for those sensitive parts, so I soaped up my hand and gave them a thorough cleansing, taking care not to delve too deeply, especially into her ass. (Anyone who’s tried it knows that soap is more of an irritant to those tender tissues than a lubricant, no matter what fantasies arise because of its slipperiness!)
Parmider was panting heavily by the time I finished rinsing her, hands supporting herself against the wall, and when I took the shower wand off the wall, aiming its spray between her widespread thighs, her moans echoed loudly in the tiled chamber. I twisted the control ring,producing three strong, pulsing streams from the center of the face,then planted it at her gaping anal opening.
She cried out, but thrust backward to receive the warm flood as it pounded its way inward. The face of the wand formed enough of a seal against her flesh that very little of the water escaped, and Parminder almost swooned as the warmth flooded her guts. When I judged that she was on the edge of discomfort, I removed the wand and allowed the brown water to gush out, carrying the remains of our sex down the drain.
"Oh!" she cried in dismay, as her sphincter, unable to stem the tide,sprayed the floor of the shower stall with the contents of her lower intestinal tract. I could swear she blushed!
I rinsed the remains away, then with a hand on her belly, pulled her hips backward to position them for one more rinse. As I sealed the wand against her quivering anus, Parminder gasped, "You wicked, evil man! What are you doing…AAAAAGGGHHH!"
She came, mid-sentence, and panted the last two words "…to me?!"
I stood and whispered, close to her ear, keeping the wand sealed tightly in place, "Apparently, I’m making you feel very good!"
She cried out and came again as her belly distended, then gasped "…and very wicked! What I told Maury was very wrong! You, Nick Stafford, are no gentleman!"
"Never claimed to be!" I grinned, twisting the wand a little for emphasis.
This time the discharge was almost clear, and once I had washed it down the drain, I put the wand back in its bracket and turned Parminder to face me. I placed her hands around my neck and, reaching between her thighs, lifted her by her tight little buttocks, her legs draped over my arms.
As I lowered her onto my erect cock, she said, with a worried expression, "Not there Nick! It’s too big!"
"Hold yourself up for a moment." I told her.
When I felt her arms tighten around my neck, her face still showing worry, I moved my hands and locked them in the small of her back so that her knees bent over my forearms.
"Now, use your arms and legs to control the depth."
She tried it experimentally and smiled when she realized that as long as I didn’t move, she had complete control. With my hands locked behind her, and her doing all the work, I expended very little effort as she gingerly slid up and down my rampant cock.
Her passion mounted as she impaled herself further and further on my shaft. She leaned forward and locked me in a fiery kiss as her tight little tube squeezed and massaged my raging hard-on. Her lips were soft and sweet as they melted against mine and our tongues danced within the joined cavities. She moaned into my mouth and came softly,shuddering against me.
When she came up for air, I said "Look." Nodding downward to indicate the juncture of our pelvises.
She came again when she saw her pubic hair mingled with mine and realized that she’d taken all of me without discomfort!
When her spasms ceased there was a fire in her gaze as she rasped,"Fuck me, Nick! Now that I’ve got it all, I want it all! Fuck me good and hard!"
I moved my hands back to her buttocks as she relinquished control and pulled her legs up to rest on my shoulders. I took a couple of tentative strokes, testing the waters. When she showed no discomfort,even seemed impatient with my caution, I raised her bottom to the very top of my shaft and dropped it! At the same time my hips slammed upward, and my shower nymph screamed and spasmed through another orgasm!
"Again!" she rasped, and I obliged.
For the next five minutes I ravished her willing pussy, and each time I hammered the end of tunnel, she came!
With my own climax approaching fast, and my arms beginning to tire, I backed her up to the tiled wall and simply pounded her against it,harder and faster with each stroke! Her cries, moans and squirming body gave me to know that she was cumming continuously, and it wasn’t long before I joined her, pumping what meager offerings my middle-aged body could scrape together in the wake of its previous depletion, deep into her clutching, spasming body! What my ejaculation lacked in quantity, it more than made up for in quality! Stars burst behind my eyes and my knees lost the ability to hold us up! We slid slowly down the wall, my valiant member still trying to spit something, anything,into Parminder’s nearly comatose body!
When next I was aware of my surroundings, the water from the shower was beginning to cool, and Parminder was planting a series of small,tender kisses all over my face.I reached up and turned off the water, slowly, carefully extracting myself from Parminder’s twitching pussy.
As she clumsily got to her feet, supported by the wall and my hand,the young actress said, "Do you realize that this is the first time in my life I’ve had sex just for the sake of having sex?"
"Casting couches?" I asked, "I would have thought those had fallen into disuse."
"They have, except for adult movies." she replied, "Sex is so easily available in and around the industry that an actor would have to be fatuous to believe that sleeping with someone would get her a juicy part. Still, there are certain people to whom a fledgling actor doesn’t say ‘no’. It’s never blatant, but the implication is always there: ‘Put out or get out!’"
"Hmmm…!" I tried to think of something sympathetic to say, but sympathy has never been my strong suit, so I said, "Well, I hope you find many other occasions for recreational sex! I’ll certainly do whatever my poor, tired old body can manage to help with that!"
She hit me with a wet fist, "‘Poor, tired old body’! That ‘poor, tired old body’ has nearly destroyed this young, energetic one, I’ll have you know!"
We dried off in silence and headed for our separate rooms. I had just turned out the lights and settled in to sleep when I felt the covers lift, and Parminder slipped in, her naked back spooned to my equally naked front. I put an arm around her soft, warm body and fell contentedly to sleep.
Parminder was my guest for three more days. Sex, after the night she gave me her ‘naughty massage’, was slower, sweeter, and less urgent.She slept in my bed the rest of her stay, and I couldn’t have been happier. No one had shared my bed for any length of time since my wife died, but this felt, well, right.
When it was time to drive her to the airport, I took her bags out while she put the finishing touches on her hair and make-up. I waited in the yard and when she emerged, looking somehow younger than when I first met her, she headed for the truck, parked near the barn.
"I think we’ll take something a little more comfortable for this trip," I said, triggering the garage door remote, "unless you really want to be dropped off at the airport in a farm truck."
She turned at the sound of the door opening and her eyebrows rose almost to her hairline when she saw the collection of vintage cars behind the rising doors. I guess I had forgotten to mention how much I enjoyed restoring old vehicles, not just the truck.
I donned the chauffeur’s cap I had hidden behind my back, and opened the passenger compartment door of the classic Rolls, offering my hand to help her in.
"Amazing!" she said in wonder as she took in the pristine condition of the leather and the polished wood.
I climbed into the open driving compartment, and started the engine,giving it a few minutes to warm up. When it was purring like a kitten, I pushed in the clutch and put the shift lever into first.Just as I was about to let the clutch out, I heard the window behind me slide open, and turned to see what my passenger wanted, being careful not to release the clutch.
"Wait!" was all she said, then I heard the passenger door open and she rushed around the front of the car to climb in beside me. "There!That’s much better! I won’t have you treated like an employee!"
I grinned at her reminder of how I scolded her when we first met, and slowly let the clutch out while giving it some gas. The powerful engine made little noise as the Rolls slid smoothly out onto the driveway.
"Will you come visit me, Nick?" Parminder asked, hopefully.
I met her gaze steadily and said, "Probably not, Parminder. I like what I’ve got here, and don’t particularly want to get mixed up with that crowd. You probably wouldn’t benefit from it either, since I tend to speak my mind."
She nodded, understanding, but not pleased.
"You’re welcome here, though." I said, "Anytime!"
I see her now, once or twice a year, and though we still enjoy sex together, we’re more like old friends. I’ve built the east fence around the pool area so high that no one on those hills is going to get a shot into that area, and I’ve covered the entire fenced portion with reflective material that lets plenty of light through, but keeps out prying eyes from helicopters and the like. It’s not enough light for sunbathing, but one must make concessions. Oh yeah, I now have a kennel full of guard dogs that do a better job of discouraging intruders than my signs.
When Parminder’s not around, I roll back the reflective cover and let anybody who wants to spend the money for a chopper take pictures of me. My drinking buddies and I got a good laugh the first time my nudes appeared in National Enquirer, but now they’re only good for a few chuckles before the subject changes. I will say, though, that the local girls, of all ages, have shown considerably more interest in me since those pictures started coming out! You’d be surprised how many of them want to have sex by the pool!
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