Ball and Chain Read Free

hold of her hips and entered her from behind. She was on all fours in the corner of one of the empty stalls at the back of the stable. Dot stretched out both arms and rested her chest against the floor as Clint slid in and out of her. When she straightened her arms again, Dot snapped her head back and got her pigtails to wiggle against her naked shoulders.
    â€œThat’s the way,” she said. When she felt Clint grab her pigtails and pull her head back a little, she grinned and added, “You know just how I like it.”
    Dot’s pigtails were long enough for Clint to hold like a set of reins. He pulled them back just enough to lift her chin, but not so hard that it hurt her. It was something that took a bit of practice, but he must have gotten it right because Dot had worn her hair in the pigtails every night since the first one they’d spent together. She even had a special little groan that came up from the back of her throat whenever Clint tugged those pigtails from behind. He pulled them now as he drove his cock all the way into her until he heard that moan once more.
    Dot nudged her head forward until Clint let go of her hair. As soon as she was free to move, she crawled toward the wall and then turned around to look at him. “So you’re really leaving?” she asked.
    Clint had to suck in a breath to answer her, but he nodded and replied, “Yeah. More than likely at first light tomorrow.”
    â€œThen I want to get a good look at you before you go.” With that, she guided Clint toward a pile of loose hay and shoved him toward it.
    He let himself fall into the hay and then nestled his back against the rough padding. He didn’t have to wait long before Dot climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. Dot positioned herself so Clint’s rigid penis rubbed between her legs, but didn’t quite go in. She wiggled her hips back and forth as if to tease him for a while before allowing him to fully indulge in what she was offering.
    Dot’s body was lean and getting close to being considered skinny. Her trim figure was tight and a bit muscular from spending her days doing the work needed to keep her stable running. She had slender hips that were just wide enough for Clint to hold onto them. Her thin arms and legs wrapped around him nicely without feeling too bony. Even her small breasts were more than perky enough to match the rest of her. Little pink nipples stood erect like bits of candy.
    â€œYou sure you don’t want to stay awhile longer?” she whispered.
    â€œI meant to leave sooner,” Clint told her. “I just couldn’t tear myself away.
    â€œOn second thought,” he added as he strained to look toward the double doors leading out of the stable, “we might want to take this back to a bed before someone finds us.”
    â€œWorried about my customers?” Dot asked as she reached down to guide him to the wet lips of her pussy. “If someone comes by to peep, we might as well make sure they get an eyeful.” With that, Dot lowered herself down until she took every inch of Clint’s stiff column of flesh inside of her.
    Clint stretched out and placed his hands upon Dot’s waist. He rested his hands there without moving her, just so he could feel the motion of her body as she rode him. Dot’s strong legs pressed tightly against his hips and her stomach clenched as she ground back and forth on top of him. She kept her eyes on him as her eyes took on more and more intensity.
    Clint didn’t have to do anything to point. Dot in one direction or another. She slowly built up speed as her hands rubbed up and down along the front of Clint’s body. Soon, her hips were pumping in quick thrusts that got faster and faster as she built toward a climax. When the moment was right, Clint tightened his grip on her so he could pump up into her.
    The move caught Dot by surprise. Her eyes snapped open and her next breath caught in