Khanna, The Insatiable

Chapter One-2

“Really?” said Khanna sidestepping the drunken oaf, who clumsily stumbled past her. As he did, she gave the back of his head a smack with the end of her swords handle. Thump! His scalp ripped open, and a flood of blood burst forth as he collapsed face down in the pool of his friend’s claret.

Khanna calmly placed her sword back in its sheath and walked on leaving both the sailors wishing they’d kept their filthy mouths shut. As she strutted away, leaving the screams of pain in the distance, she was buzzing with adrenalin that rushed through her body, making her feel extremely horny.

She tried her best to carry on her with her journey, but it was no good, she was too excited, and her p***y had got so wet she needed to do something about it. She wriggled out of her fur skirt, so it slid down her long legs and pulled her ample t**s out from under her top. She reached down between her legs with her right hand and felt the wetness. Her cunt was on fire, and as soon as her fingertip parted the lips, she felt another surge of pleasure rush through her body. She stood there at the side of the road, praying that someone would come along and watch her play with herself or better still bend her over f**k her hard.

With her left hand, she tweaked her left n****e, which wasted no time in popping out, while with her right hand, frigged herself fast. God hurting bad guys felt good she thought, as the hot morning sun beat down on her near-naked body, as she finger f****d herself as hard as she could. It only took about a minute or so, as she came a shuddering orgasm that delighted all her senses.

Removing her fingers from her cunt, her p***y juice flicked onto the inside of her thighs. She sat down on the grass verge for a second to compose herself from cumming so hard, and as usual, couldn’t resist licking her fingers clean. She wiped the sweat from her brow, put her t**s away by readjusting her top, and stepped back into her furry skirt, pulling it over her shapely bottom. A tightening of the sword belt and she was on her way again, feeling nicely satisfied.

Walking along the path for another hour, she didn’t see another soul and took the opportunity to stop and eat a couple of apples when she came across a tree bursting with the fruit. Another mile into her journey, she heard the faint-clip clop of horse hooves and the grinding of cartwheels on stone. She spun around to see a big, old brown and white shire horse plodding along, pulling a two-wheel cart stacked high with hay. There at the front controlling the horse was a little old man of about seventy.

“Hello, my dear? You going far?” he called down as he drew alongside Khanna. “I’m heading north,” she smiled back. “I’m going another three miles or so if you fancy a ride?” he replied. “Oh yes please,” Khanna grinned and the old fella signalled to the back of the cart by pointing his thumb over his shoulder. Jumping up into the back of the wagon, Khanna lay back on the soft hay which felt remarkably warm and comfortable from the afternoon sun. She closed her eyes and relaxed, pleased to be off her feet, before the constant rhythmic rocking of the cart sent her into a deep sleep.

When she awoke from her nap, the cart had stopped. Sitting up with a start and taking a look around, she appeared to be in a farm courtyard. Jumping down from the cart, she saw the old man emerge from an outbuilding walking towards her and smiling a toothless grin. “This is as far as I go sadly,” he said, “this is my farm you see, you looked so peaceful asleep I didn’t like to wake you, hope I did right?” he added. “How long have I been out for?” asked Khanna stretching her arms. “Oh, we got here about an hour ago,” the farmer replied “I’m sorry I can’t take you any further, but you’re welcome to stay here for some food, and you can even spend the night here if you have nowhere else to sleep.” he smiled.

Khanna raised her right eyebrow. “Stay the night? And at what cost? Nothing in life is free,” she smirked. The old man just cackled “First things first, let’s get you fed,” he said, and with that, she followed him up a cracked path into a small quaint cottage. Once in the kitchen, he motioned for her to sit down at the table.

Taking a pot from the stove, he poured her a cup of hot coffee before introducing himself, “My name’s Rof,” he said “I’ve lived on this farm all my life,” adding “please go ahead, help yourself.” and pointed to the loaf of bread, a big slab of cheese and cold meats that were on the table. This was most welcome as she was starving! As she began to eat the delicious snack on offer, Rof then suggested: “Shall I heat some water for you to have a bath?” “Food, bath, and a bed for the night?” said Khanna “So come on then, what’s the catch?”

“No, it’s not like that,” panicked the old boy. “Don’t worry, you’ll be quite safe here, as I have to go and feed the cows and pigs anyway.”

She didn’t like to say she could gut the decrepit old fossil with both hands tied behind her back if she’d wanted, so instead just politely said: “Thank you, you’re too kind.” “Think nothing of it,” replied Rof placing a large kettle over the fire. Khanna cut another slice of the home-made bread as she watched him go to a cupboard to fetch a blanket and pillow

“Like I said, you’re more than welcome to stay here the night” he said, “either here or in one of the barns, wherever you feel safest?” Khanna liked this old fellow, he was humble, kind and generous, and she wanted to pay him back for his kindness. “Is there anything I can do for you?” she asked, finishing another slice of ham. Rof looked at her with a sheepish grin on his face and shrugged his shoulders “Oh, I dunno?” he replied meekly, but Khanna knew exactly what to do.

She’d never given a mercy blow job before but thought it was least she could do to make an old farmer happy. She got up from the table and walked over to where he was standing. Taking hold of the belt on his trousers, the bemused and shocked Rof could not believe his luck. Khanna undid the buckle and pulled them down, exposing a tiny wrinkled c**k poking out from a big overgrown bush of grey pubes. She didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for the old boy as she placed both hands on his pale thighs. It smelt like old socks, but still, she opened her lips and popped his whole d**k in her mouth. It was no bigger hard than it was soft and tasted worse than it smelt.

She clamped her lips hard around the unsightly c**k and sucked back and forward, only moving her head a couple of inches at a time. It was easily the smallest d**k she had seen since she was little and used to play with the boys in the woods, but it was kind of cute in a strange way. Removing it from her mouth so that she could flick the purple tip with her tongue, she licked up and down the few inches a couple of times before sucking it again.

It didn’t take much to suck it and in one swift motion, her nose buried into his grey bush, making him whimper in pleasure as he placed his hand on the back of her head. “No one has done this for years,” he cried as Khanna slowly sucked backwards until only the tip was between her lips. She repeated this twice more before he grunted like one of his old animals, and filled her mouth with a massive load of warm, bitter-tasting c*m.

The whole blow job had lasted less than twenty seconds, and once his d**k had stopped twitching and releasing his sickly jism, Rof stepped away, leaving Khanna kneeling on the floor with bulging cheeks. He pulled his trousers up as quickly as he could, as Khanna could see he was embarrassed at cumming so quick and not wanting to make him feel any worse just swallowed her mouthful in one big gulp.

“I think you needed that,” she said, standing up and wiping her lips with the back of her hand as he hastily fastened his belt looking thoroughly ashamed. Khanna walked back over to the table and poured another cup of coffee as all she wanted to do was get the weird bitter taste of the old farmer’s c*m out of her mouth.

“I’ll get the bath,” said Rof wanting an excuse to leave the room and scurried into the pantry, tucking his shirt back into his trousers. He came back with a tin bath that he placed in front of the fire, and lightly tapped the side of the huge kettle as he decided if it was hot enough to use before pouring it into the bath in a cloud of steam. He refilled the kettle and put it back onto the fire to heat “Right, I better see to the cattle, enjoy.” And with that, he shuffled off still not looking Khanna in the eye.

Khanna had a quick look around the cottage while she waited for the kettle to reheat. The cottage was very basic, there were two bedrooms and a sparse lounge, and it was clear he lived mainly in the kitchen. Returning to the kettle, she lifted it from the fire, making sure it wasn’t boiling and poured it into the bath. Next, she removed her fur top by lifting it over her head. Her perfect t**s bounced free, and Khanna grabbed both and gave them a gentle massage. Oh, it feels good to get that off she thought as she pushed the skirt down off her hips and onto the floor. She ran her hands over her pert ass cheeks and brought her right hand around to run her fingers through her neat, brown bush. She was now naked in the kitchen apart from her furry boots as she stretched and squeezed her heavy breasts one more time.

Resting her soft bum against the kitchen table, she lifted her legs one at a time and took her boots off and stepped into the hot bath. “Oooh,” she sighed as it was hot, but she soon got used to it.

Hanging onto the sides of the tin bath, she lowered her p***y and butt into the water and laying back let out a long, satisfying “Aaaahh.”

She luxuriated for a good twenty minutes, soaking in the water with little beads of sweat occasionally dropping off her face, and down onto her t**s. She felt so relaxed she almost dropped off again, until she heard the creak of the door that is!