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“Kelsey, you know better, drop that arm. Let George get a good view of those tits.” Max was pleased to see her obey immediately, her hands once more clasped almost frantically to her hips. “Straighten your shoulders now, chin up, eyes down.”
Her blush then was even deeper, almost crimson now, but once again she surprised him with her willingness to obey.
“Mind if I take a closer look?” George intoned, flicking a glance over at Max.
Max waved a hand casually. “Of course, that’s why she’s here. Be a good girl now, Kelsey, and stand very still and quiet. I don’t want you saying a thing until you’re asked a direct question. You’re here to be looked at, not for us to listen to you talk. Understand?”
She nodded miserably, her head drooping, her blushing fierce now at the gently demeaning words.
Somehow though he suspected her little pussy was already very, very wet. Humiliation and degradation seemed to have an effect on her, a very sexual effect, and it was quite a welcome discovery indeed. For it was exactly the kind of reaction the sort of woman that he was looking for should have.
This isn’t just some woman, Max. This is Kelsey. Don’t forget it.
He hadn’t forgotten that either, and that knowledge, that realization only aroused him further.
George, his coffee mug still in hand, then began a slow circling of the girl, taking her in from all four sides at his leisure. “Nice wide hips on her, which is unusual for someone so young. Big tits, too. And while I prefer a nice, thick pelt on a female mound, she does have a rather pretty little cunt. I can see why she shaves it for you. Already, she wants to please you, and she knows how to accentuate her best features—the features that she knows will drive you crazy.”
George came back around to her front, lifting his coffee mug toward Kelsey. “Lift your arms up, girl. Higher… yes, straight out to the sides. Hold there.” George reached out with a hand and bounced one of Kelsey’s breasts upon his knuckles. “See how the udders move when she lifts her arms like this? She’s in excellent condition, and these udders would respond to breeding very well. My guess is she would be a prodigious milk producer, should you eventually breed her. I can’t imagine how much larger they’d grow, once her milk came in. She is absolutely made for it, once she’s trained to complete docility.” He winked at Max. “Lucky man.”
Kelsey gasped softly, but had the sense to keep her gaze down. That pleased Max, too.
“Well, I know no one is going to be breeding her, at least not anytime soon. And if anyone does, it’s going to be me—and only me.”
Kelsey’s eyes shot up for one second, her gaze locking with his. There was shock, confusion, and more than a little lust in her deep blue gaze. Then she lowered her head once more. He liked it that he’d gotten such a reaction from her. It was clear it surprised her, that she hadn’t thought at all about the subject.
Which was certainly not a surprise considering she was a twenty-one-year-old college student. Being bred, having children, being used as the sexual creature that she was probably was the least of her concerns at her age. But that didn’t stop him and George from enjoying her discomfiture at her being discussed as if she were mere livestock, a farm animal primed for producing for her owners.
George’s palm spread against the flat plane of her belly. “Supremely fit, this one. Could be worked in the fields, or she could be a house girl.” The man grinned at Max. “Or maybe you just plan to keep her chained to your bed? Not that I’d blame you. No, I don’t blame you one bit.” George moved around to her back once more, trailing his hand around her waist as he did.
She seemed to shiver under his touch.
Max wasn’t sure how he felt seeing the man touch her. He trusted George with his life—and the feeling was mutual, he knew—but there was something about another man even laying a single finger upon Kelsey that bothered him in a way it never had before with a woman.
Even if it was only for the summer, even if it was a secret, he really did think of Kelsey as his, and thus seeing another man lay his hands upon her was something he did not like. Not one bit.
But he would allow it to continue, knowing how good a proper inspection would be for the now clearly nervous Kelsey.
George squatted down behind her, setting his coffee mug on the gravel. “Bend over, girl. No—all the way, at the waist.”
She looked to Max frantically for a moment, and he gave her a reassuring nod.
Reluctantly, she did as she was told, until her upper body was parallel with the ground, her breasts hanging heavily, swaying now and then as she shifted her weight. They were mouthwatering, and he wanted nothing else but to gather them in his hands and squeeze them harshly until Kelsey begged him for mercy. Her dark little nipples looked even harder now, and if they were alone, he was certain he’d pinch and twist them between his cruel fingers until she was crying out to him to stop.
Cruel much, Max?
Perhaps it was something other than that? Territoriality? A misplaced expression of it? He’d have to sort that out later though. He came around to Kelsey’s rear, standing just behind his crouching neighbor.
George pressed apart Kelsey’s round buttocks, and she jerked, drawing a sharp breath as he poked and prodded at her exposed bottom hole. “Have you begun training her here, too? It’s incredibly tight—looks like she’s never even had so much as a finger back there.”
“Not yet,” Max said, though the thought had his cock beginning to harden. He still wasn’t sure if he’d go there with Kelsey as yet, but he’d be a liar if he said the thought of it wasn’t tantalizing.
The big man’s fingers splayed the girl’s soft and very wet pussy lips apart, her juices glistening in the summer sun. “Her cunt is really wet. She’s flooded. Did you realize you had this type of female on your hands when you brought her out here?”
Max didn’t want to answer that, mainly because he wasn’t sure of the answer himself. “She’s extremely responsive, but then again she’s only twenty-one. College girls tend to be easily… excitable.”
“How has she taken to being punished? Does she enjoy the pain, or does she fear it? At least as far as you can tell?”
“A little bit of both. I think.” It was the truth, too. He suspected she was discovering things about herself the longer she stayed with him, but he wasn’t sure to what extent she was doing it simply to please him—or because she was uncovering deeper needs within her own psyche.
