Sometimes things just don’t work in a story. It’s a great setup, but for some reason you can’t make it fit. That happened in my most recent story, The Salesman.
So here’s about a thousand words worth of stuff that ended up on the cutting room floor!
The barn was dim, a single light illuminating the structure, empty stalls lining the sides, a partially open door showing off the overcast sky outside and the carpet of white flowers that coated the ground.
Hank looked outside, enjoying the way the air played over his nude form. It was cool enough to be comfortable, but not cold and that was exactly what he wanted. Then he turned around and enjoyed the way his cock twitched at the sight before him.
Laura and Shelly were both nude, their jugs swaying under their bodies, hands bound to the side of the two stalls he’d chosen to use. Their legs were spread wide, a pair of old rake shafts serving as a spreader bar, the leather bindings keeping their ankles helplessly bound, the same way the wrist bindings kept them secured to the top.
The room was filled with their soft, eager, muffled whimpers, and Hank could see the way their fluids dripped from their pussies onto the hard floor. He had brought them out of the house, and bound them, without paying any attention to their desperate pleas for me to fuck them, to relieve them of the need to be taken by their man.
And then, Hank had gagged them, the knotted cloth reducing their begging to muffled whimpers and moans.
“You’re mine,” Hank said, lightly patting first Laura’s, then Shelly’s ass. The women bucked, eagerly trying to raise their asses to him. “But you know, what if someone else didn’t know that?”
Shelly grunted in worry, then arched her back as Hank slipped a finger into her pussy, using another finger to lightly rub her clit.
“But I have a solution to that,” Hank continued, and pulled his finger out, slick with Shelly’s fluids. The woman wiggled her hips in need, trying to entice him to give her some more of the relief she so desperately needed.
Hank chuckled and then smacked her on her ass, before repeating the action with Laura, enjoying the way their tits bounced as they surged their bodies forward, already gleaming with the sweat of their need.
He turned and walked away from them, his cock feeling like it was about to explode. This was what paradise was, two women, eager to serve him, whimpering in need because they couldn’t beg him out loud to fuck them, fuck them while they wailed and screamed out their pleasure.
When Hank turned back around, he was holding two items he’d picked up from a small worktable on the other side of the barn.
A pair of collars, each one with a tag dangling from the collar.
One read Laura, while the other read Shelly.
“When a man has pet’s he needs to make certain they have a tag, isn’t that right, Laura.” Hank stepped in front of them, enjoying the way both Shelly and Laura were staring at his cock, their bodies quivering with need. He reached out and fastened the collar around Laura’s neck, then did the same to Shelly. Then he cupped one of Laura’s heavy tits, rubbing it lightly with the palm of his hand. “My house now. My farm. My barn. And you two? My girls.”
Laura and Shelly nodded eagerly.
“I bet you want to get fucked now, right? Tied up like a pair of bound sluts. You do, don’t you?”
They moaned in agreement.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you two in here every evening. We’ll fuck other times but in here? I’ll gag you and bind you like you are now so you can remember that you’re my girls. My pets. And I’ll fuck you until you’re both knocked up so that everyone who sees you will see your collar and your big bellies and know that you belong to Me.”
Hank walked around behind them and then undid their gags, letting the drool soaked fabric fall to the ground.
“Who do you belong to, Laura?”
“You, Sir…” Laura was panting. “I’m your breeding slut.”
“And you, Shelly?”
The college student wiggled in delight. “I’m your slut, Sir! I can’t wait until you knock me up!”
“Good girls,” Hank replied. Now, which one… He nodded. After all, Laura had been the previous owner of this house, so it was only fair that he reward her first. Moment’s later, Laura’s eager screams of pleasure were echoing through the barn as he started to thrust into her.
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