Last week, Chelsea was getting ready to propose to her ex-boyfriend when Mark showed up for the first time in years. He almost spoiled her surprise and disappeared with barely a word. She proposed and is taking a hay ride with her now fiancé while texting with one of her friends.
~Richard
“What the hell just happened?” Chelsea texted Bonnie.
“I don’t know. We had most of the entrances closed, and most of the guests funneled to other parts of the house when he just showed up.”
“Just like him. Asshole.”
“It is.”
Arnold slid his hand into hers as the tractor rolled over a bumpy stretch between the cornfields.
“Gotta go. Coffee tomorrow morning?”
“See you then.”
She leaned in against Arnold’s shoulder, squeezing his hand.
“Everything alright, babe?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t it be? We’re engaged!” she spoke into his arm, muffling her emotion.
“I know. You just seem a little off.”
She shook her head. “It’s just been a big night. Coming back here, the proposal, setting everything up. I’m tired.”
“Not too tired, I hope.”
She looked up.
“We’ve got to consummate the engagement, right?”
She laughed, “I think that’s weddings, but I won’t say no…” She trailed two fingers up the thigh of his jeans. “How much longer is the ride? I never worked this end of the farm.”
“Five minutes, give or take. You in a hurry?”
She put a hand on the back of his head, pulling his face towards her. The moment their lips met, she slid her tongue past his, moaning softly.
Five minutes wasn’t so long, but by the time they made it to the end, she was ready to drag him behind a hay bale.
What if Mark finds us? He would, somehow. And he won’t even have the decency to be embarrassed about it; he’ll just whip out his dick and suggest a threesome.
As Arnold drove them home, Chelsea reached over, unzipping his jeans.
“Seriously? Can’t wait to get back home?” he asked, laughing a little.
She pouted. “Do I have to? I waited so long to propose, and now you’re going to make me wait some more?”
“We should get engaged more often. It really does it for you, huh?”
“I have to rack up as many fucks with my fiancé as I can before I don’t have one anymore…” She slid her hand into his pants, feeling his hard cock squeezed against his boxers.
They pulled into the driveway, and he pulled away and stepped out of the car, drawing another pout from Chelsea. If his dick hadn’t been so hard, I’d be insulted. She raced after him, following him into the bedroom where he was stripping down and grabbing a condom from the nightstand.
“We can skip that tonight,” she said. “I’m on the pill anyway. Besides, you can knock me up soon if we’re getting married.”
“Not yet,” he said, rolling it down over his hard shaft. “Besides, it’s easier to clean up this way.”
Just what every girl wants. Nice clean sex.
She quickly slipped off her clothes and pushed him down on the bed, straddling him. She reached down, angling his cock towards her wet pussy and toying with the condom, debating pulling it off. In the end, she sank down, letting out a moan as he slid into her.
“Fuck, you hit all the right spots,” she said, building a rhythm as she bounced up and down.
His hands moved to her hips, moving in sync with her. “I love you, babe. I’m so glad we’re getting married.”
A flash of the proposal popped into her head. She saw him from her place on one knee. As she looked up at him, his face morphed, replaced with Mark’s. She gasped, losing her pace for a second.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, just… hit a sensitive spot, I guess.”
“We can switch positions if you want.”
She shook her head and started bouncing again, letting out a groan. “No, this is good. Keep going, baby.”
Her mind started to wander again back to the haunted house.
Is that any position for a slut? Mark’s voice floated through her head. She sucked in a breath, driving herself harder on Arnold’s cock.
Sorry, Sir, she imagined herself saying, dropping down onto both knees in front of him.
And what do you have for me, slut?
She opened the box, steel cockring, a larger version of the engagement band she’d just given Arnold.
Do you like it, Sir? You always complain about how I have all kinds of fun jewelry, and you don’t.
I do, birdie. I’ll be sure to wear it while I stretch out your asshole tonight.
She shuddered again and felt her holes clench. Arnold gasped, bucking his hips up into her as his cock spasmed. She leaned down against him, both their breaths slowing.
“Fuck, that was good babe. Sorry, I came so fast. Did you cum at the end there?”
“I think so. Just a little one tonight. I’m kind of worn out from everything…”
“Do you want me to eat you out?” he asked, slowly sliding out and pulling the condom off.
She grimaced a little when he was looking down, imagining the taste of lube mixed with her pussy. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Why don’t you wash up? I’m going to text the rest of my friends and let them know you said yes!”
He smiled, lovingly beaming up at her, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe up and wrap the condom in before heading to the shower.
Chelsea reached off the side of the bed for her pants, phone still in the pocket. Instead, she accidentally hooked her thumb around the hook of a duffle bag under the bed. She pulled it out and opened the zipper, asshole clenching again when she spotted the suction cup base of a foot-long dildo inside.
J R Vincente 