Unlocking My Private Locker: The Voyeur’s Raw Farm Surrender
In my private locker, this one’s bolted shut tight. Years of rust. Today, I crank it open. Adrenaline surges. Heart pounds. Here’s the filthy truth I’ve hidden.
February afternoon. Heading to town hall. Spot Jean’s tractor in the field by the graveyard. Weird angle. He’s hunched over, hiding. I sneak closer. Bastard’s got his cock out. Stroking hard. Eyes locked on the mortician’s shed. Teens fucking inside. Away from the window. I know that spot. Used to.
The Opening: Breaking the Lock
His fist pumps faster. Grunts build. I watch. Fascinated. Thick spurts fly. Face red, twisted in bliss. Perfect moment. ‘What a waste of good cum,’ I sneer, stepping out.
He explodes. Cusses me. Furious. Cut short. I threaten to blab. He snaps back. I’m no witch to fix him. Oh, but witches grant wishes. Three of ’em. Sell your soul. He knows the game.
I walk off. Why’d I say that? Pity? Lust? His gaze burns my ass. Shiver hits. A man eyes me. Hungry.
Days later. I pin a menu at the hall. Saint Agatha’s feast. Tortured tits pears. Ginger aphrodisiac pie. He gets it. Or he’s dumb.
Prep my place. Dust. Hang old painting. Cook feast. Slip into my brown dress. Buttons down front. Only thing comfy.
He shows. Best suit. Wine bottle hello. Beer for him. Eat in silence. Eyes down. He grunts approval. Blushes me.
Dessert. His gaze softens. Lingers on my neck. Coffee? With a kick. He smiles. Ice breaks.
Clear plates. He shadows me. I arch back. Feel his stare. Man in my house. Broad shoulders. Thick neck. Heat builds.
Intimacy Unleashed: Raw Surrender
Sorceress time. Second wish? ‘Show me your tits.’ Blunt. Shocks me. But stirs something deep.
Pride kicks. ‘Unzip me.’ He hesitates. ‘Rip it!’ Slap. Another. He tears. Buttons scatter. Naked underneath. Tits heavy. Belly soft. Hips wide.
He gawks. Kneels. Cheek to belly. Tears flow. ‘Forgive me. I watched. Your dad held you. Brother raped you. In the shed. I jerked from the barn. Too scared.’
Pain rips open. But his shame… mine too. ‘Why?’ ‘Village talk. You wanted it.’ Lies. I slap truth out.
‘Fuck me like your city whores. Then tender.’ Dress drops. Strip him. Grip his thick cock. Balls heavy. Turn. Offer ass.
He rubs. Sloppy. Then thrusts. Fills my cunt. Raw. Vigorous. I clench. Milk him. He grips hips. Explodes. Hot cum floods thighs. His roar. Chest on back. I thrill. Chosen. Mine.
Not done. Fingers trace his chest. He palms tits. Cock twitches. Bedroom. Brush teeth first. Clean.
In bed. Legs spread. ‘Want me?’ ‘As long as you get hard.’ Guide his dick. Slow fuck. Endless. He pins me. Whispers. Pounds deep. I shatter. He floods inside. Sweat. Rut smell. Power surges.
Locker snaps shut. Light now. Desired. Free.
