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Atlas squints through the car windscreen, the driving rain making it almost impossible to see the road ahead.

It was probably a stupid idea coming out tonight, but she had to get out of the house and away from him and all his negative talk is belittling his oppression.

Wincing as a flash of lightning lights up the dust skyline.

With just a whisper, Alice counts to herself one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight nine before the thunder crashes in the distance.

Three miles yet, Alice sighs, reassuring herself that she can get to her mum's before the storm reaches her.

It was only another seven miles, albeit on very narrow and muddy country lanes, but she'd driven these roads a hundred times she knew she would do it.

The skies darkened further as rain crashes against her car, and within minutes, the metallic pinging sound resounding around her announces the rain as transformed to hale.

Pushing on a gas pedal a little more than she normally would in an attempt to outrun the storm.

Suddenly the car slips in the mud.

Fighting to regain control, Alice's nails dig into the steering wheel as panic sees through her body.

Her nerves force her breath to come out in short pants.

With quick determined moves, Alice fills a car, gradually coming back under control, heading back of fatal urge to hit the brakes and send the car into a spin, before another flash of lightning punctuates her fears.

Alice holds her breath as a car stops sliding and allows herself a sigh of relief with the welcome sensation of the tires regaining traction on the road, before another flash of lightning blinds her briefly, blinds her to the rain, blinds her to the road, blinds her to the deer she sweves to avoid, blinds her to the tree she hits side on, before she sinks into darkness.

As her head hits her door window, hard blood cascading down her face.

Blinking her eyes open, trying to ignore the lightning flashing overhead, Alice lifts her head carefully, suddenly aware of the warm caress of blood down the side of her face.

Moving her arm slowly, she feels for the door handle, pulling it.

She falls out of the car and into the storm, the bite of the rain bringing her senses to life.

As she kneels in the mud, a crash of thunder forces her to stand unsteadily, the sudden desperate need to get somewhere safe overwhelming anything else.

The cold mud pushes through her fingers as she scrambles at the banking, slipping back down once twice, three times before she finally makes it to the road edge and collapses into the mud.

Desperately, furiously, frantically, Alice struggles upright under the oppressive whips of hale, flogging her body through her loose clothing, trying to remember anywhere she might find sanctuary from the storm.

There is a farm not far, as she remembers correctly, through the haze of shock and the torment of hale lashing her body.

Defiantly fighting to stay upright against the onslaught of the storm, Alice staggers along the road.

Various parts of her body ache like hell right now, and there is a ringing in her ears like church bells.

But with grim determination, she heads towards where she hopes the farmhouses.

Dim memories crash or her mind about the farmer.

He hates visitors, hates people.

Rumor is he shoots him on sight and then disposes of their body out in the wild somewhere, But right now he is definitely her best option.

Seeing a single woman injured in this storm, he must surely have an ounce of humanity for that it might have been ten minutes, it might have been an hour before Alice becomes aware of the dark silhouette of a building against the backdrop of the raging storm.

Lunging toward it and sure of where she is, Alice falls roughly against the wooden door, the rough timber moving reluctantly as she pushes it open.

The soil is welcomingly dry under her hands as she collapses to the ground, her breathing heavy with adrenaline, a shark shaking from the stinging cold of the lashing heil that has tormented her body since she escaped the car.

Alice lifts her head, seeing nothing but shadows and darkness around her.

Certainly not a farmhouse, but it was dry and a sanctuary from the storm.

A flash of lightning outside lights up the shadows.

It is burning light, illuminating the bells of hay through the edge yard door.

Standing, Alice palls the door shut, shutting out the noise, the lightning, the storm, and lurches to a bell of hay at the back of the barn to get as far away from the demon's screaming outside it as possible.

Shaking and panting as she leans heavily on the bell the night air, biting at the cold lashes left by the storm, Alice trembles uncontrollably.

Even though her adrenaline is dropping and her panic subsiding, her body still shakes violently from the thought of the brutal cold outside.

Her fingers pull manically at the hay, ripping out handfuls, she roughly rubs at the damn mud on her shirt, smearing it across her breast, the cold mud biting savagely at her painfully erect nipples.

Gasping at the vicious caress of the hay, A familiar gentle heat begins throbbing between her thighs as the first waves of arousal cascade down her body, the veil of the icy cold and bringing every nerve to life.

As she rubs the hay down her stomach is rough caress, stimulating her further with desire burning in her veins from the toxic mix of the cold mud, the adrenaline of the accident and the harsh kiss of the hay, Alice unbuttons her shirt frantically.

Goosebumps are erupt over her body as a knight to air kisses every inch of her naked flesh.

Grabbing clean hay, she aggressively rubs it over her stomach, steadying herself against the bell with the other hand.

As a wild fire of desire erupting through her body forces her knees to tremble urgently, she pushes her wet skirt over her hips with a shake.

It drops to the ground, her legs becoming a network of goosebumps as a cold air teases her sensitive skin in a surprisingly erotic sensation, driving lust upper thighs, forcing them to clench in a desperate attempt to control a need.

This desire overwhelming her body for no apparent reason.

This heat burning in her pussy contrasted with the cold kiss of the night air, driving her passions deeper, harder, her desperate moans echoing around the shadows of the barn.

Already, her orgasm is growing from the unrelenting touch of the cold air, like a thousand lover's teeth, teasing every inch of her exposed skin.

Alice pushes her hand hard between her thighs, the roughness of the hay over her clit, sending a throbbing urgency to her core, pushing her panties to one side.

Alice flips her head back as a guttural moana rubs from her lips, and she plunges her fingers hard and deep into her sacks.

As her moans transform into a low growl.

Alice hears a barn door bang, shattering her desire.

I saw you come in.

If you don't come out, I'll shoot you.

A voice growls from the darkness, a flash like casting random can a flashlight casting random columns of light around the barn.

Suddenly more than aware of her nakedness, there is no way she can just step out in front of a strange man.

Alice grabs her clothes and hides on the ground behind the bail, pulling loose straw over her, desperately aware that it won't hide her, but not quite sure what else to do.

Holding her breath, is his footsteps come closer, she squeezes her eyes, shuts height, praying he won't see her.

If she can't see him a step closer, her body tenses in panic.

She can hear his breath so close, the hay and darkness obviously keeping him from seeing her.

The pitchfork slices through the bail opposite as he mumbles to himself.

Cursing, he turns, launching the pitchfork to the bail next to Alice, spilling even more hay.

Over again, he thrusts a pitchfork at the ground, stabbing the earth beneath her leg.

Alice bites her lip to avoid screaming as she feels a cold caress of steel along her calf.

Realizing it must have just missed her as there is no pain, he pulls the pitchfork back, turns and begins wandering around the barn, grumbling occasionally.

The sound of a pitchfork stabbing another bale of hay with unforgiving viciousness breaks the silence.

After what seems like a lifetime, his footsteps quiet, and the barn door closes.

Alice finally releases her breath, panting gently.

With her breath moving through a body, the wave of desire moves back up through her legs with an increased ferocity.

The adrenaline of the past hour, the accident, the cold lash of the storm, the wrists, the chance of being caught naked at being seen touching herself, fueling the wildfire of desire, her need, her lust, pushing Alice's hands automatically between her thighs, massaging her wet folds furiously plunging deep into her sex as her orgasm returns, spreading across her stomach her thighs.

Alice's back arches into the climax.

Her other hand grasps her breast, pinching her nipple viciously.

Any second now she will come.

The sound of footsteps once again breaks her desire.

For fuck's sake, any one else, She whispers with frustration, closing her eyes tight her orgasm swirling heart through her body, trying to hold onto it, to control it, not to lose it.

Not again.

You know, have been coming into this barn for fifteen years, and I have never smelled nie Renee.

Yet something about that voice spoke to Alice's orgasm directly, with deep and passionate tones that promised toe curling sex.

Don't stop, the voice whispers next to ear, unless you want a hand.

And don't you worry about old Midge.

He can't see you now, It's just you and me.

Alice opens her eyes, staring into an ocean of deep, sensuous blue, suggesting uninhibited pleasure, unrestricted passion, lips, a promise, unrelenting satisfaction, smile, gently at her, holding her gaze.

Its hand drops between her thighs, caressing her lips, massaging her folds with delicate perfection.

He drags the tip of one long finger between her lips, slowly, teasing a moan from Alice's mouth.

Her head drops back as his finger teases around her clip.

Oh that's rubbing, isn't it, he whispers, watching with sadistic pleasure as Alice ries in the hay, staring back at him with ferocious need.

Alice reaches out her hand to grasp the bulge behind his dinner.

Firmly, he grabs her wrist.

Not yet, baby girl, not until I say you already, his voice, dominant and curt edged with fury aggression, pulling Alice up roughly, the hay dropping from her body, leaving her naked but for the remnant of mud smeared over her skin and her black lacy panties.

His eyes move seductively over her exposed body.

Embarrassingly, Alice becomes all too aware of the scent of her lust as his firm gaze caresses her, those damn eyes seducing every inch of her body.

Suddenly very self conscious, Alice is all too aware of her slight cleavage, the way herrass didn't look quite as sexy as it used to, how her waist was a little curvier than ten years ago.

His growls of animalistic desire somehow move over Alice's trembling body, caressing the curve of her breast, teasing her nipples into erect knobs, before kissing down over her stomach, pushing with lustful intent and vibrating right there on her clit.

Every single one of her hot spots explodes to life, just with the sound of his Desirou's voice, accentuated by the gentle kiss of her own wet passion dripping down her thighs.

A rough gasp escapes Alice's mouth as he turns her quickly, pushing her face first against a partition, her painfully erect nipples, tormented by the harsh kiss of the rough timber, the heat of its firm chest, his tight stomach muscles burning along the cold of her back, doing nothing but raising her desires.

The firm swell of his erection pressing at her ass through coarse denim, as his hands grasped the cheeks of her butt, confirming the urgent need burning through her thighs.

A warm glows spreads through her body as his hands massage her soft flesh, his long fingers exploring between her cheeks, teasing her wet folds as he leans in closer, biting her neck firmly, his tongue tracing warm white circles up the soft flesh of her neck, biting her earlob teasingly as he whispers, you are very wet and hot in your pussy, but your ass is so cold it needs warming up.

Alice whelps is A first punishing slap of his broad hand reddens her ass, sending shotways a pleasure through a pussy.

His rough palm lingers on her burning cheeks, before those fingers explore between her lips again, feeling every throb, every pulse inside her saxe.

His breath drips with desire as he whispers, Oh, I can feel your pussy throbbing from that.

Maybe you'd like something a little firmer to make that tight little pussy of yours ache even more.

A whimper escapes her lips, betraying her desire.

Alice grasps the partition edge as a cracked leather of a strap slaps across her ass.

The burning sensation and her cheeks pulsing through a pussy straight onto her clip.

Fuck, she wim please, another crack of the strap, herrass stinging from the strike before that, fury since dolls into a warm cloth, spreading with an aching beauty through a pussy, burning through a clit, up her stomach, through a breast, and painfully forcing her nipples hard against the rough timber of the partition.

The next two thrushes come in quick succession, no waiting, no time for the sting to subside, just a ferocious burning through a pussy, through her clit, every inch of her body burning with desire for this man, for more punishment.

Alice never thought she would enjoy being treated like this, being tormented like this, but his whole demeanor brought something new to the surface, something wanton, something needy, something submissive.

The dull sound of the strap hitting the ground echoes around the barn as his fingers pushed forcibly along the folds of her pussy, againing her clip before he spreads her lips, pushing deep inside.

Moan after mona rubs from Alice's lips as his fingers roughly thrust in and out of her wet folds.

The force of his thrust pushes Alice up onto the tips of her toes, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, her pussy clenching at his broad aguile of fingers with a desperate need, his other hand drifting down her stomach, pushing down the front of a pussy, massaging her clip furiously, the waves of pleasure buckling Alice's knees as she drops onto his thrusting fingers, completely succumbing to his will.

She grasps at the partition, holding on for some for any stability before she screams in pleasure as her orgasm explodes over her body, quivering with waves of satisfaction.

Alice slides down the partition, moaning gently at the trembling moving through a body.

Leaning down, he whispers, We're not finished yet, baby girl, pushing his fingers through her hair.

She curses as he pulls it tightly into balls and tips her head back, turning her to face him, her eyes vexated on the commanding bulge in his pants.

Lust courses through a body again at the thought of his hard cock inside of her.

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You know what to do, he says coarsely.

Frantically.

Alice unbuttons his waistband and zips his fly, gasping as his jeans fall to the ground, releasing his beautiful erection into the nightare just in front of her mouth.

Without realizing it, her tongue is already caressing her lips, wantonly exposing the desire she could feel through a body to take that beautiful cock in her mouth.

It ball's pulse with a lustful need as Alice cuts the massaging them as she flicks her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, gently sucking on one ball that's shuddering in his cock, signaling his pleasure.

Suddenly, a concern drifts through Alice's mind.

She'd give him blowjobs before, but never taken a cock so long or so broad?

Can I take him in my mouth?

She wanders in the privacy of her mind, tongue making broad strokes along the length of his throbbing erection.

It trembles as she lightly nibbles its length with the edge of her teeth.

A deep growl moves up his chest in perfect response.

Gaining confidence, Alice caresses her tongue around the tip of his cock, smiling to herself as his fingers grasp her hair, the teasing pleasure moving through his body, forcing him to lean against a partition for stability.

Wantingly, she flicks her tongue on the very tip of his cock, feeling it trembles.

Her fingers try to grasp around his girth, her lips caressing the throbbing need of his erection.

Gently, she eases her lips over the tip of him, stretching slowly over the pulsating width of his cock.

Inch by delicious inch, She moves her lips slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her mouth consuming every aching inch of him.

Alice slides her lips back up his cock, her tongue voraciously teasing around him, with every motion, exploring him, exciting him, forcing his cock to grow harder in her mouth, his aching desire burning along her tongue, inflaming her own passions, pushing her mouth back down the full length of his cock, threatening her throat, resisting the earth to gag as her lips stretched tight around him, forcing her tongue around his length as he starts to thrust into her mouth, every movement punctuated by another groan, loud at coarser as he pushes deeper into her mouth, sliding her hand between his eyes, pushing her finger between his ash cheeks, she finds his hidden rosette, pushing inside.

Holy fucking Christ, he moans, in desperate need, her own aching lust undeniable as she drops her other hand between her thighs, teasing her still throbbing clad, rubbing her finger knelt around the sensitive nub, before pushing her finger inside her sacks, Feeling her damp pleasure dripping down her fingers as she pushes deeper inside, her breathing nothing but shallow pants, struggling for air, with his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, every gas making his erection throb that little bit stronger, is swelling even harder in her mouth.

The first drops of his precumb tease her throat, her orchasm growing spiraling through her body, her pussy pulsating with pleasure in response as she pushes her fingers deeper into a wet desire, His thighs tense, his bulls tightened as he mows loudly, is as tensing with every thrust as Alice feels the warm stream of his release shooting into her throat.

Her own thighs tense, her pussy clutches fueled by desperate need and desire as her orchasm explodes for her body.

Dipping her head back, his eyes sparkle even in the darkness as he smiles, is still pulsing, cock dropping from her lips, saliva trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Stand up, baby girl, I want to have a taste of your peace of heaven.

Alice stands obediently, submissively as he motions her back against the partition wall.

Put your arms around the top of the partition and hold on, baby girl.

This might get intense.

He commands, his words drip with salacious intent.

Without speaking, Alice puts her arms along the partition, grasping the rough wood in her hands as he drops to his knees with a swift motion, pushing her legs over his shad shoulders, kissing the soft flesh of her thighs, biting, teasing, his tongue flicking as his mouth moves higher, sucking at that sensitive skin before easing her panties aside with a long finger, his tongue teasing around her aching clit without mercy, sucking it between his teeth.

The shock waves of pleasure echo through Alice's core, forcing her to thrust her pelvis hard against his mouth.

His fingertips dig into her ass cheeks, holding her pussy firm against his lips as he drags his teeth along her fo shock waves at pleasure burning through every cell of her body.

Her legs tightened as yet another orgasm danced as spread through every nerve, pulling his lips even tight onto a pussy, his tongue wickedly lashing the length of her trembling folds, before trapping her aching clit between his teeth and tongue, and then slowly viciously dragging it between them, Her body tensing preparing for the onslaught the spasm she knows is just moments from happening of its own accord.

Alice's palvis rocks wildly against his mouth, her legs pressing down on his shoulders to force his tongue deeper, exploring between the folds of her pussy.

Oh God, please, I'm coming, she screams, as her thighs tightened around his head, pulling him hard onto a quivering pussy.

As ways of ecstasy spread over her body, Alice collapses limply from relentless pleasure, lowering her legs from his shoulders, his chin shimmering with her desire as he grins.

Alice holds even tight her onto the partition as her feet touched the ground, the endless waves of passion making her legs unsteady.

The storm, which seemed to have quietened, returns with a vengeance as sunder crashes outside the barn, stabs of lightness spearing through the cracks in the barn walls, the deafening sound of hal echoes around the cavernous space.

Turn around, he says, his voice, dominant, stern, commanding unsteadily.

Alice turns, clutching the partition as if it were a life preserver.

Her pussy clutches with a need to be filled as his hands grasp her ass cheeks, his foot gently kicking her legs apart, the flood of her feminine fragrance dominating the air, pushing a hand roughly between her thighs, massaging her pussy, a wet desire dripping down her thighs.

He groans in satisfaction.

Suddenly, Alice is aware of the tip of his hard cock pushing between the lips of her pussy.

Holding her firmly, he thrust deep and hard.

Tears of pleasure escape Alice's eyes at his unforgiving thrusts her pussies, sucking at every inch of him as he pushes in and out of her, dripping folds with perfect precision, her lips stretching with beautiful pain around his girth as he thrusts deeper into her, kissing her womb.

With every movement, rough hands move over the globes of her ass, parting them, one finger sliding inside that most private place, Thrusting in and out in perfect symphony with his cock.

Sensations move through Alice's body that she has never experienced.

Pleasure floods through every nerve, every cell, every fiber of her body.

Alice tenses as she feels his body hardening against hers, his cock throbbing inside a aching sex, biting her lips to suppress a loud moan as he pushes a second finger inside her ass, sending a new wave of sensations cascading over her body, the exquisite sensation of m massaging his cock through the walls of her ass as it thrusts in and out of her pussy, sending spirals of warm pleasure through to her core.

Her stomach tensing and anticipation of the satisfaction that she knows she will experience very shortly.

Her toes curl tightly, her calves, her thighs tensing.

The spirling, warm glow of pleasure now a wildfire through her whole body, but she holds it, waiting, needing to feel it with him, to share the experience, to make it complete, to melt so perfectly into one.

Another crash of thunder Lightning's fingers flash across the barn, punctuating every single thrust of his hard cock, making them somehow deeper, harder, the sensations even more intense.

His body tenses against Alice's ass, his thighs tightened as Alice feels his undeniable orgasm rising through his cock, pulsing throbbing inside her pussy, clutching while at him, willing him to come to fill her with his satisfaction, to satisfy her need as if on cue a loud crash of thunder shakes the barn.

Lightning illuminates every corner as his cock explodes inside a pussy, his body arching into its orgasm as he growls loudly, drigging her body to rrupt in her own satisfaction.

As their orgasm explodes through every inch of her body, she cries out loudly, releasing that pleasure fully.

For the longest moment, they stay perfectly still, the ways of pleasure moving between them, his cock still pulsing threads of seamen inside her, her pussy still trembling with delicious delight, as if neither of them want to shatter the magic of the moment.

Gently, he pulls his throbbing cock from a pussy, kissing up her spine, every kiss spreading a warm glow across her skin.

His fingers gently, senseulessly caressing her, and wherever his fingers touched, Alice can feel a sparkle of electricity moving through her.

The gentle took kiss of their shared satisfaction and drips down her thighs, accentuating the feelings in her body.

Softly, tenderly, his lips reach her shoulders, kissing her neck with such a sensuous caress as he whispers, a little better than a solo effort, you think.

Unable to think of anything else to say, or anything at all, Alice just murmurs mm hmm from the depths of her post orgasmic bliss.

Releasing her grip on the partition, she turns to face him, her legs shaking as she looks into those blue eyes, his beautiful features highlighted perfectly by the flashes of lightning from the storm outside, a beautiful mix of light and shadow.

Pushing his fingers through a hair, he holds her head still with a gentility as he kisses her deeply, warmly, with heart felt passion, holding her gaze for a long moment, his fingers caressing her cheeks, the electricity between them burning through the air.

The after glow of passion embraces Alice completely and stumbling as another wave of pleasure assaults her legs.

He catches her before she falls and gently and gently lowers her onto a pile of hay, Sitting down beside her, his arms embracing her, pulling her head tied against his chest, he whispers, close your eyes if you wish you're completely safe here, kissing her forehead to punctuate his words, the sound of the raging storm outside creating a perfect backdrop to his sensuously deep tones.

Alice closes her eyes, immersing herself in the feeling of complete security and safety with this strange man.

Suddenly shocked at her own lack of inembitions to give herself so freely to a complete stranger, she sleepily whispers, whi's her name somewhere in the depths of the anslaugh to sleep.

She can hear his voice, but loses the words when she desperately tries to grasp them.

When she wakens in the morning, still in his arms, the storm is but a distant memory, with the golden morning lighting through the cracks in the barn, lighting his futures, making them somehow all the more beautiful.

His dark hair, rough and messy, but so damn sexy.

His eyes glisten with a vibrant warmth and passion.

His lips got those lips.

You could never tire of kissing those lips.

Alice strokes his firm chin as she kisses him, whispering, I better get back to my car.

I don't suppose you can help me get it out of a ditch, can you I don't even know if it's drivable, but I need to get to my mum's.

Pausing for a moment, she repeats her question from the previous night, What is your name?

By the way?

Generally, he leans in and kisses her forehead again.

It's Jonathan, sweet, I think you need to come with me.

Helping her up from the hay, Jonathan kisses her hand before leading her in the barn.

The morning sun gives no signs of the storm from last night.

The morning atmosphere in nothing but calm tranquility.

A gentle haze fails the air as they walked towards the side of the accident.

The morning sound of the birds seems so much clearer.

This morning just goes to show what good sex does for your senses.

Alice muses, reaching the road, the trunk of a car clearly visible, as is the police car, the ambulance, and the stretcher with a white sheet covering a lifeless body.

Suddenly, a rush of lucid panic floods over Alice.

The storm, the blood, the farmer who couldn't see her, the pitchfork that went through a leg yet drew no blood.

You're here now, you're safe.

You can't leave, Jonathan whispers, kissing an that because he wraps his arms around her.

But I'm here with you.

Well, I hope you enjoyed tonight's census extravaganza.

Next week, well I'm going to surprise you.

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