Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth as arousal oozed through her.

I sat the wine glass down on the railing of the balcony that overlooked the vineyards, and put my arm around Marina. She looked at me, and then kissed me softly. After my sixth divorce, I was looking at real estate for investments, a friend told me about a small vineyard here in Grapevine that was going up for auction. My real estate broker bought this vineyard. As more land became available around the original twenty acres, I bought more land, and now, after twenty years of investing the chalet sits on five hundred acres of prime vineyards. We have graduated from field hands to managers and wine makers, and have four full time employees. During the heavy months in the spring and summer, migrant laborers do all the work except for the original twenty acre patch of vines that surround the farm. There is special staff that care for those vines, the grapes from those vines make wine for me and a few close friends. I raised my glass. ” This is a Chardonnay, from the twenty acres. The conversation flowed easily between us and she relaxed, enjoying my attention, my eyes looking deep into hers. It had been so long since Marina felt this with another man as she had married her husband at 30 and had been a virgin. Although nervous of being divorced after five years of marriage, she and I have been seeing each other for two months.

Marina is from Russia, she still has family in Russia. Her divorce has left her independently wealthy, she recently bought a Porsche and she enjoys the luxurious life. She likes to go out to fine dining restaurants, she exercises 3 to 4 times per week. She looks forward to being with me, but is always nervous about sex, she has never experienced primal rough sex until me. ” Here, Marina, try one of these.” I picked up a plump juicy olive and held it out to her. ” Taste how delicious it is.” She opened her mouth and I placed it inside in such an erotic gesture that she feels her insides twist in desire. The longing is getting worse now and she can’t believe how strongly she feels for me, after two months. ” Mmmmm, that’s delicious.” She murmured as I pick up another and held it to her lips. ” You like me feeding you, Marina?” I ask softly and she nodded, her imagination running rampant as she thought about tasting, my cock, having my cock in her mouth, and my lips exploring her pussy. ” You have that look again. What are you thinking?” ” It’s nothing, John. I’m just hungry, that’s all.” ” Marina, we’re eating together. I’m feeding you! I feel as if I know you so well except we’ve been together for two months. This is strange for me as well, do you believe that?” She looked up at me and saw my vulnerability too. ” What happened between you and your wives?”
” They couldn’t handle someone as busy as me. I work too many hours, Marina. I’m a womanizer, I’m surrounded by beautiful women all the time, I have a sexual appetite, a constant desire to satisfy my sexual need and craving.

” It’s the way I am. But what about you?” Marina told me about her marriage to a wealthy black man, how they had grown apart, two people living parallel lives and how her husband had re-discovered an old girlfriend who had made him feel young again. ” I’m sorry, Marina. You deserve more than that.” She felt tears spring into her eyes as she remembered the way her husband used to look at her when they were first married. ” Let’s not think of that now.” I laughed and held out another olive. ” I love the look on your face when I do this. Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying it!” She was stopped from replying when my personal chef brought his speciality to the table and She suddenly realized how hungry she was. The food was delicious and time seemed to pass so quickly as we chatted about my life and her career as an executive with Southwest Airline. As the afternoon stretched on we were soon finished
with our meal. ” Marina, I’d like you to see the cellar and perhaps you can try some of the wines I have. Then we can go to the house for dinner.”

” Over here Marina,” I said. ” What are you doing? Are you trying to hide from me?” I heard her say. Then she reached me. ” No! I’m not trying to hide from you. I’m trying to find the right size barrel to bend you over and fuck you from behind.” Marina came up to me, planted a kiss and said this one looks perfect. With that, she pulled her jeans down, exposing her blonde, wet bush to me and said, ” You’ve had to hold out all day. Stick that huge hard cock in me and fill me up.” I start to unbutton and unzip my pants and give her what she asked for, Marina put her forearms down on the Oak barrel, and spread her long legs for me, looking back over her shoulder invitingly. Her ass and pussy at perfect fucking level. I squeeze her ass checks and she lets out a whimper. I move in behind her, standing between her spread legs. Being taken from behind is rough, some women are reluctant to try it. I thrust hard into her tight pussy with one smooth motion. Once there, filling her completely, I begin fast and furious fucking, reaching both hands around her torso to play, alternately, with her clit and her tits. Her panting increasing, ” Please,” she begs, “…don’t care…where…just…put it in me. Fuck me. Please.” Marina gasping, then begins to whisper over and over ” oh god…oh god…oh god…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…fuck e…” Suddenly Marina, while continuing her chant of, ” fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” raised her head, arching her back seeming almost impossible, and pushing back against me hard. She forces the last half of my cock into the depths of her tight pussy so suddenly and hard that my balls slaps against her clit with a wet “smack.”

When the head of my cock slammed against her cervix, she is unable to control herself and calls out ” FUCK ME…YOU BASTARD!” I’m surprised by her outburst, wrapping a hand around her mouth. While managing to stifle her cries of passion, Marina is pushing back onto my shaft much harder and faster. The walls of her young cunt grabbing my cock, massaging it. Impossibly tight and yet slick as a oil spill. I have trouble explaining the sensation of fucking this Russian minx. Marina raises her chin, freeing her mouth, she gasps as she looks over her shoulder, pleading in her eyes and words ‘ Please John,” reaching up placing her hand over mine and guiding it to her throat. She turns her head this way and that, nestling my hand around her neck just the right way… and helps me squeeze, choking herself. ” Force me, take me, pin me down, make me yours…mount me like a bitch in heat…John…fuck me like you own me.” I respond by slamming into her tight pussy with all I had. I planted my arms on either side and slammed my knot into her. ” Oh my god that’s fucking fantastic,” Marina screamed. A look of primal pleasure on her face. She makes no attempt to control my thrusting. I slam into her at a frantic pace, as she screams in delight, she is stretched to the limit. The inevitable happened as she thrust back against me in uncontrollable extacy. My knot slipped between her pussy lips, we were now knotted. From a frantic fuck it is now just the two of us pushing against each other. Marina is crying, tears running down her face. Marina suddenly screams ” OMG…He’s cumming…He’s cumming,” dropping her head down on the barrel, she is screaming as a massive orgasm overwhelms her. I remain motionless before my knot deflated then slides out with a satisfying plop.

I growled loudly, ” I’m not done with you yet…We need to go to the main house now.” Marina nodded in agreement and we left the winery. She feels a shiver of desire run through her as we were heading towards the main house. The sun is sinking behind us as I abruptly turn off the road onto a small track that wound its way through tiny fields. ” I remodeled this house after I divorced,” I told her. ” It has no bad memories for me and I’ve decorated it in my style without any woman’s influence.” Marina sees a large stone-built house in the distance surrounded on three sides by trees, tiny lights just beginning to twinkle in the dusk. She realized as she gazed at the view just how wealthy I was, she hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. Marina seen the name above the iron gates, Bogomolov Winery. She gasped then screamed ” OMG…John…You named your winery after me…I’m so surprised and honored.” She knew then that she had made the right decision to date me and come here for a while. I slowed the car as I swept through the iron gates and onto an immaculately kept driveway bordered by Crape Myrtle trees. A gravelled parking area lay in front of the house which is old with shuttered windows and pale cream woodwork. ” Oh John, it’s beautiful,” she sighed as I came around to open the car door for her. ” Does anyone live here with you?” ” No …I don’t live here…I rarely come here…This is just one of my many real estate investments…No one else has seen this place.”
Marina followed me into the foyer of the house, our steps echoing on the stone floors, the decor very masculine but elegant nonetheless. ” I’ll show you the indoor pool first and then the cellars. We can then have something to eat. ..drink… and relax.” Behind the house lays the indoor pool lit by hundreds of tiny lights. A curved terrace followed the lines of the pool house and in the distance, she sees a long table with chairs under a vine-covered gazebo. Lawns of lush grass stretched into the distance and trees seem to loom over us, their beauty visible in the falling light.

” The cellar is this way,” I said descending a short flight of stone steps to a lower level where there are a set of curved wooden doors. Taking a key from my pocket I unlocked the doors and led the way inside, flicking a light-switch which suddenly illuminated a huge cellar, rack upon rack of wine lined up against the walls. ” What do you think?”
Marina stood still and breathed in deep. The scent of wine lay heavily in the air combined with a woody smell from two huge barrels that lay near the entrance doors. In the middle of the cellar is a large wooden table with a tray of glasses and various corkscrews. ” This is heaven,” She breathed looking around again. ” It’s so beautiful.” I pull her close and kiss me on the lips. She tasted the faint hint of the wine we had drunk and responded to my touch. The kiss turns more erotic as she opens her mouth and feels my tongue probe hers. She feels my warm body pressing next to her and my unmistakable erection as we kissed, neither of us wanting to move away first. ” Oh Marina,” I groaned. ” Tonight’s going to be fun don’t you think?” She nodded. I then swiftly maneuver Marina over to the table. Bending her at the waist, she laid her face onto the table. I reached around her waist and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them and her panties down to her ankles, she stepped out of them. ” Now hold still. Close your eyes.”

Marina closed her eyes, and feels a tear trickle down her cheek. She hears the whisper of fabric then a clunk. She turns her face sideways. Then there is heat under her ass. She gasped. My warm hand caressed her thighs, slowly sliding over the skin, sliding between them to open her up. She rapidly conceded, feeling the heat spreading.
” Very nice. Oh yes. And a bit wet I see.” My hands continue to explore Marina, she feels both of my hands on her thighs, running up around the curves of her ass then back around the top of her thighs. She is spread a bit wider then there is a pause. Then Marina feels the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced in her thirty five years.
My strong tongue slides over her, while my fingers slide alternately inside her, and then up and down… spreading the her wetness everywhere. Marina groans, and grips the table edges, her body sliding on the surface. ” Am I hurting you, Marina?” I paused, my fingers still working inside her. She tried to vocalize, but all that came out was a wail.
” I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.” She feels her knees weakening. Her hands convulsed around the edge of the table.
Her mouth opened and closed, then opened as my fingers slide under her nose. I rubbed her upper lip with her own wetness then forced my fingers into her mouth.