SLUT SAMANTHA 4

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SLUT SAMANTHA 4deletedCHAPTER 4: ALBERT FINNEYOnce home with Nick, he wanted a debrief of sorts about the days. I could tell he was anxious. Maybe part of it was interest and excitement for me, but part of it was also clearly a nervousness about my having been on my own, though it was already done and finished. I had been by myself, I could see that bothered him still, but it was over and I was back with him. As I relayed the time with the 2 older couples, I downplayed the feelings in their attitudes, but little comments I shared were enough for him to pick-up on the change from the previous time. So, he pulled more details out of me about that. I could tell he wasn’t happy about the change. There seemed to be a conflict inside him that I thought could cause a problem with his acceptance of this activity in the future. His feelings of loving and caring for me allowed him to want to support me in what we both ‘felt’ I needed to be complete, in recognizing my submissive nature and letting it out. But, those same loving and caring feelings for me also rebelled against the idea that I would be treated in any way that wasn’t similarly reflective.Nick was genuinely curious about Albert and his supportive and caring approach to me. The disappointed feelings Nick had about the couples had a curious way of enhancing his feelings about Albert. So, he decided we were going on a bit of a road trip on Saturday to see if I could remember the way to the farm. We had no other way of reaching him, so I hoped he didn’t mind our unexpected visit.Nick was driving and I was navigating with Harley in the backseat. “Are you sure this is the right way? This seems like we are going nowhere.”I looked ahead through the windshield and out the side window. “I think so …”“You think so … We could end up at the back end of a ranch somewhere the way this road is looking.”“That’s the way I remember it, Nick. As the houses passed, the road steadily got worse. This is the right way.” At least, I hoped so. I had to admit to myself that my mind was occupied with other concerns the only other time I was on this road. We came to a rise in the road and I held my breath. If I remembered correctly, over this rise was the gate and fencing of the property. After that, the road wasn’t much more than a track. “Yes! There! The gate. This is the right place.”I was initially excited that I had found the way, but then as we approached the house, barn, and outbuildings, I became nervous. Nick stopped us in front of the house and before we could exit, the man was already opening his front door and stood with his hands on his hips looking not the least bit happy at having a strange car in his yard. He was calling something out to us, but with the air-conditioner on and the windows closed, we heard nothing. When Nick opened his door and stepped out, I could hear him. “Can’t you read signs? The signs down the road at the gate very clearly say, ‘No Trespassing’. That means I don’t want anyone here.”Nick stood by the side of the car and looked inside at me. I opened my door and stepped out. By this time, the man, Albert as I knew him, was off the porch and walking defiantly toward us. I walked in front of the car toward the man, Nick coming up alongside me. We all stopped when we were about 15 feet from each other. I remember his ‘discussion’ with Stan when we came before and it was evident that this was a man who lived out here in the remoteness because that was exactly what he wanted … remote, isolated, and away from people.I looked at Nick and he indicated with his head for me to proceed. I didn’t move, but I made my move vocally. “Albert? I am sorry to intrude, but my partner and I wanted to thank you for the other day. I didn’t know how to contact you any other way.”He took a few steps closer and focused on me. His face remained an expression of displeasure as he studied me. “The other day? I don’t think we’ve ever …” Then his eyes softened as he stepped closer still and he studied my face. I was dressed in jeans, short-sleeved blouse, and sandals, my blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. A smile formed on his face, then he turned his attention to Nick, assessed him, and returned his attention to me. “Samantha … I didn’t recognize you with …”I chuckled, my own eyes sparkling at his recognition, “… my clothes on?”He nodded, then turned to Nick embarrassed, the implication of our last encounter hitting him. Nick stepped forwarded to ease the situation, “No explanation needed, she’s told me all about it. That is why I wanted to come out here … to thank you.” Nick put his arm out and I stepped into his sideways hug.He invited us into the house for ice tea. What he really did was walk us through the house to the back where there was a large, covered outdoor patio. Nick and I sat at a wrought iron patio table and chairs while Albert organized the drinks. I could hear him clattering around in the kitchen just to the side of the sliding door. The patio extended the length of the house and about 15 feet out from the house. There were 2 overhead fans spaced along the length of it. From this position, we looked slight down into a valley. The mountain to the left was nearly covered with trees, a curious sight in this part of the state. The rest looked like normal open range land, which appeared what it was by the horses and cattle visible.When he returned with the drinks, we finally made formal introductions, not that we learned very much about him that day. His name was Albert Finney. He, however, had a lot of questions about us and what we were doing, especially with those couples. As Nick and I tried to make sense of what he had bahis firmaları experienced that day, I watched him as intently as he watched us. I could see that he was as much an outward illusion as his house and property appeared. Walking through the house, it was much more comfortable, clean, and pleasant than the outside gave the impression of. The buildings and pens around the house gave the impression of a poor farmer, but the land and a****ls out the back gave the impression of a cared-for small ranch with an assortment of farm a****ls. All of it, though, showed that he lived alone. His personal appearance was the same. He was dressed in coveralls, boots, and shirt like he was a simple farmer, but his talk was anything but that of a simple man. Although his face and hands were weathered and rough like a man having lived his entire life like this and alone, his eyes and voice and thoughts hinted strongly of a man who had once been very different.We struggled to effectively explain what we were doing in our lives and he struggled in trying to understand. He turned to Nick, “So … you’re saying she is submissive and wants to be led into more and different sexual experiences and that was what was happening when those older couples brought her here? It was arranged that she would be brought here to be with a goat?” He sounded incredulous and, as I listened to how he was understanding this, I didn’t blame him.Nick chuckled, “I don’t know, Albert, that we could ever say anything that might help you understand what or why we are doing what we are, that wasn’t the point of coming here. No, we didn’t know about the goat and we are surprised by the way Sam was treated. I, we, just wanted to thank you for the way YOU treated her.”He laughed, “Well … treating her nicely was the easiest part of the whole thing. It was evident to me right away that her interest was as much on the a****l as it was herself. She was very intent on making the goat comfortable and at ease with her. I am glad to hear that the language of the others was a surprise.” He thought for a moment and turned to me, “My first impression was that you were some kind of sexual slave. You read about that stuff. Women being forced to do anything someone else wants. But, your actions convinced me otherwise.” He turned back to Nick, “Samantha has been through tough times, emotional issues that have led her to a dependency for guidance and direction. Because she is very sexual, you are trying to provide an outlet for those desires while keeping her safe.”I knew there was far more to this man than met the eye. He came off as a simple farmer, but he was far more than that. He may be a simple farmer living an isolated life, but that wasn’t always the case. He was very skilled at pulling communication and information from us. It wasn’t until later that it occurred to Nick and me just how much we had divulged about ourselves without really learning very much about him. But, neither one of us felt threatened by the exchange.After more discussion and another iced tea, he blurted out something that surprised us, “Do you want to try the goat, again?”I looked up in surprise, sputtering with a mouthful of drink. “Albert, that is not why we came.”He laughed at the reaction, “You’ve said that and I have no reason not to believe you. But, I think, maybe, the last time wasn’t as enjoyable for you as it could have been. And, besides, I am curious about it, too.” I looked at him with a look of curiosity of my own. I looked at Nick and he shrugged and nodded. He was leaving it up to me. I turned my attention back to Albert, “Now that you offered, I am curious, also.”He stood up and smiled. Just like that, I guess. So, I stood up, too. I started unbuttoning my blouse and looked at Nick. He nodded, so I continued. With the 2 men standing and watching me, I removed my blouse, folded it and placed it on the table top. When we stood, Harley got up from being curled at my feet. His tail starting wagging at seeing me start undressing. It wasn’t missed by Albert.“Your dog … does he think you are getting undressed for him?”I smiled, “Probably, he is a horny guy. He always seems to be ready for me.” I could see Albert thinking about something, but he didn’t offer anything further.I bent down to scratch Harley’s ear, then straightened up and reached behind my back to unclip my bra, then slid the straps off my shoulders and shrugged it off, placing it on my folded blouse. I unsnapped my tight jeans and shimmied them over my hips and down my legs, slipping my sandals off before sitting on the chair to pull them off my legs. I folded them and placed them under my blouse and turned to the men wearing nothing but my bikini panties. Albert was watching intently the show I was giving him, while Nick smiled to me with encouragement. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and slid them down my legs, raising one foot with my panties dangling from it and put them on the other clothes.I stood before Albert, naked once more, my nipples becoming firm and my shaved pussy beginning to tingle. Standing naked before a relative stranger prepared to have sex with his goat was a turn-on of wild proportions. Whoever this man was, though, he was a gentleman. I won’t say he didn’t look at my body, but he had the vast majority of his attention on my eyes, even with a smile that said he was thinking about something.He turned to the side of the house and led Nick around the house to the pen with the goats. I followed behind to the corner of the house where they stopped, seemingly at Nick’s suggestion. I had been to the goat shelter before and I found myself leading them. I had kaçak iddaa little doubt this was Nick’s idea of giving Albert the opportunity to view me without my being able to judge where his eyes were going. Nick should know me better than that, though, I enjoy being naked and the exhibitionist. That means being looked at.At the fence to the shed with the goats, I found it empty. Albert held the gate open and I entered. He asked if I wanted his assistance, again, but I told him I would try it on my own this time. I went to the little door in the side of the shed and opened it. I found the 3 goats milling around. One came to the doorway and exited, but it was not the male. The second one out was the male. I shooed the female back into the shed, closed the door and turned to face the male. He just looked at me. I looked at the fence where Albert, Nick, and Harley were watching. Harley would know what I was looking for. I guessed it was going to take more than one time for a goat to catch on.I approached the goat and went down to my knees on the hard ground of the pen. The goat did come to me, though. Maybe this was going to be better than I thought. I stroked his head and neck, even touching the horns on his head. They intimidated me. Being butted by them could be painful. I looked at his easy stance in front me as I pet him and wondered if I could suck him. I smoothed my hand down his side and over his side to his belly. I touched his sheath and he remained in position. I felt along his sheath to the front and found the skinny tip of his penis. I moved on my knees to his side and lowered my head until I could put it under his body. He remained quiet so I reached my mouth to the tip sticking out and licked it. He flinched, but he remained. I licked a few more times, then put my lips over the tip. For a moment, I left it like that, no sucking or motion, just holding the tip in my lips. I was feeling more confidence when I moved my feet slightly and bumped into someone alongside me. It was Albert who said it looked like I could use some assistance to keep him quiet. I thanked him, but the goat’s penis was in my mouth so I wasn’t sure how it might have sounded. But, with the help, I became more aggressive in my sucking and soon I had more cock sticking out of the sheath and I was given enough pre-cum for me to taste it. It was different than either man or dog, but still not a bad taste.I wasn’t interested in taking this too much further, though. What I was interested in was getting fucked by this goat, again, this time without the comments and attitude from outside the fence. I knew that Nick was curious to see it, also, and I had a feeling Albert was curious about a woman cumming on a goat’s cock. That is what I wanted, too. I wanted to cum on a goat’s cock. With 3 to 4 inches of the skinny cock in my mouth, I released it and turned around with my ass to the goat. I felt him put his nose to my ass and sniff me. He jumped, but he didn’t land right and fell off to the side. I asked Albert to let him try. The next time, I felt the a****l’s hoofs along my side and his furry belly and chest on my back and butt. I quickly moved my hand between my legs, found the wiggly cock and guided it into my pussy. I then grabbed a hind leg and held him against me, feeling his cock grow in length as he continued humping and fucking into me. Then, I released his leg and put my focus on the action happening between me and the goat. It was a strange feeling of that thin, wiggly cock pounding in and out of me with its odd, curved tip moving inside my pussy.The cock inside me was hitting nice places, but it lacked the size in width or circumference to generate the surface tension and impact my clit or g-spot like a knot would. I moved a hand between my legs, again, this time to strum my clit as the a****l continued to fuck me. I moaned at the new sensation of the combined stimulation and by the time I felt him pressing into me hard, holding himself as deep inside me as he could, I too was stimulated to nearly an orgasm. His cock twitched and throbbed inside me and my pussy spasmed at the same time, clenching desperately around the cock inside and that was when I felt him cum, spurting his semen into my pussy. That feeling took me to another level and I cried out as my orgasm climbed to another peak and crashed over me.* * * * *“Look at her … I love that look.” Nick was talking but not necessarily to Albert. It was just his exclamation of admiration for the enjoyment I so obviously got from fucking and mating. “You know … the first time I saw her with Harley … he was on her back very much like that … the look on her face was like she was experiencing some heavenly, ecstatic feeling.”Albert had been watching in fascination after rejoining Nick outside the fence. He had never seen or thought he would ever see, anything like what he was currently watching. He heard Nick’s words and saw the woman in front of him with the goat on her back being fucked, and he completely understood what Nick was talking about. It was written over her face as it came up from hanging down, her eyes closed, mouth open with grunts and moans, her nostrils flared as she breathed in air. He marveled at the way the breasts moved as she was fucked, not just back and forth, but each seeming to swing in a circular or elliptical pattern. It was all just amazing to him. And, it struck him as a bit weird, but none of it seemed perverted or wicked or gross or shameful. It somehow seemed beautiful to watch her enjoy the a****l and the a****l enjoying her as they both exploded into their own orgasms.Albert had said he was curious about kaçak bahis something and that something was really 2 somethings. The first being if she really could or would orgasm by the a****l. It was true she assisted herself, but she did and she truly seemed to enjoy it all. The second, though, was about Nick’s reaction to it all. The other people reacted to her underneath the a****l like she was some kind of whore or degraded slut. Nick’s reaction was entirely different, he seemed to find it thrilling and rejoiced in her achieving a satisfying experience. Despite how shocked he initially was by the request of the other people, he now saw how it could be a good and powerful thing, at least for her.* * * * *As with the previous time, after the a****l came inside me, he quickly hopped off my back and wandered away. I was still enjoying the sensations coursing through me and dropped to my elbows and then to the ground completely when I remembered there was no knot to hold me in place.I was lying on my side, content and comfortable in my post-orgasmic bliss, when I opened my eyes and saw Albert and Nick at the fence, big smiles on both of their faces. Upon seeing me smile at them, they entered the pen and knelt in front of me. Albert stroked my bare arm and side.Albert gazed into my eyes, “That is what I was curious about and was delighted to see.” I gave him a questioning look and he continued, “Your orgasm, you truly and honestly enjoy this. And, Nick’s response, he was totally and completely focused on your pleasure. You both truly are what you say you are.”* * * * *The visit was so pleasant for all of us, that we exchanged phone numbers. Albert encouraged us to contact him. Perhaps his time of self-imposed isolation, for whatever reason, was lifting. But still, a week and a half later, when a phone call came in during dinner, we were surprised.“Samantha, lovely to hear your voice. Is Nick there, also?”I looked at Nick with a smile. “Yes, we were just finishing up with dinner so your timing is excellent, let me put you on speaker.”We exchanged pleasantries, then Albert asked, “Nick, I’m just curious, how is Samantha dressed?”Nick smiled at me, “Well, she has on a sheer baby-doll, no panties or bra, and heels.”“Lovely. I had a feeling you 2 carried your activities into more than just your sexual activities. I can picture it from here. Sorry, Samantha, but you are an enticing woman. After our last meeting, you left me wondering. Hence, my call tonight. I was hoping you 2 might join me again at my farm and this time … I wonder if I might be so bold …”He stopped. I wondered if he did have the confidence, the boldness to ask. Nick and I had agreed that we liked Albert and the advantages of his farm, which we had just begun to explore. So, we were very hopeful the relationship would continue and expand. “Be bold enough to ask what?”“Bold enough to ask if … maybe this time, I might see you mate with your Harley.”So, he was bold enough. I looked at Nick and he gave me the indication that it was up to me. I smiled at him and he knew I was up to something. “Yes, you can witness Harley and me, but … I also get the goat, again.”He laughed, “Oh, my dear Samantha, you’ve made my day. You and Nick might be the only people I have encountered who I care to interact with.”That visit was just that, but I insisted that I mate with the goat first and then he could watch me with Harley. When he quizzed me about why that order, I shyly confessed to him that Harley’s knot might open my pussy too much for me to enjoy the goat after. The whole time, I was standing before him naked in the area by the outbuildings. As I described it, he looked down to my shaved pussy. He chuckled and put his hand on Nick’s shoulder like 2 buddies sharing an experience and confided that he would never have guessed he would have such experiences in his life.The relationship with Albert continued to flourish, even with him coming up to Tucson and having dinner with us at the club, then joining us at our house where Harley again fucked me while he watched. What never happened, though, was his participation and it wasn’t because we didn’t allow it. On the contrary, we offer, I offered, I almost insisted, but there was something holding him back and it was clear to us that it wasn’t a negative reaction to me or the bestial activities he witnessed. Despite our increasing curiosity of what could be holding him back from going further and taking the step that would allow the relationship to include a 3-some with him, we honored his feelings and resisted pushing too hard. Whatever it was, it was an intensely personal issue and if it was to be divulged to us, it would have to be at his comfortable time.Our time with Albert continued and most all of it was at his farm. Although, he seemed to enjoy the time with us at the club and later at our home, he truly didn’t look comfortable in the setting of a lot of people and the comfortable surroundings of suburban life. For me, that was fine, even ideal. Our times with Albert were restricted to a weekend day due to Nick’s schedule, but we found our time with him became more and more until we were spending an entire Saturday or Sunday. And, the best part was that it became a time of nudity for me with these 2 men, secure in the isolation of the remote farm. I arrived naked and left naked, and the time there was spent happily taking care of the men and assisting Albert on the farm. I cooked for the 2 of them, made love to Nick outside and continued to enjoy the goat and Harley. Albert, however, remained unavailable and I increasingly felt some sadness around that. There was something holding him back despite all that was happening around him. I desperately wanted that to change, and in a way, to provide a way we could uniquely thank him.* * CHAPTER 5: ALBERT’S ALONE will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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