Docile Woman (Aphrodisiac / City Gal / Rural Trap)

Sarah was miles away from home walking along a dirt road with fields of corn and soybeans to her left and right. Maybe she shouldn't have run away for good this time, it was getting dark, and she was normally a city girl. This country side was unnerving to her. She noticed a side path going to a property, maybe someone there could let her stay the night, after all, rural folk were hospitable right? It wasn't like this was Detroit; it was some suburban place, in between two small towns. An old wooden sign read "Thomas Farms and Winery". She decided it was a good place as any to try her luck.

Crickets were the loudest thing Sarah could hear other than the sound of her footsteps. The house was quite close, so she was easily able to see details even in the moonlight. It was a moderate two-story house with a wraparound porch, beautiful railings with pointed columns. The white wooden boards creaked under her tennis shoes as she stepped up to the door. "Hello, anybody there?" No answer. "Please, I need somewhere to spend the night, I'm sorry if this is rude, but can you help a girl out?" She knocked again, harder, louder, but still no answer. With a sigh, she decided that it couldn't be helped and spun on her heel to go back the way she came. Maybe she could find somewhere within walking distance. Then the door opened.

"Well, I'll be damned. I'm sorry there pretty lady!" He apologized in a deep drawl. "I had a bit of trouble getting outta my chair. A bit too much to drink of the good stuff." He chuckled.

He gestured to invite her in. Even in his easy-going demeanor, the soft smile, the tint of intoxication, the hair everywhere on his body, she couldn't help but think there was something of a mountain man about him. Something else struck her as odd about him as well. In fact, at that moment everything about the man's appearance seemed off. Sure, she could not place exactly what seemed wrong, he was just, strange looking to her. Sarah suspected the best way to get along was to forget it. The circumstances were surely just messing with her perception.

"Name's Isaac." He went on introducing himself and held his hand out to her. She took it and noticed his handshake was firm but friendly, his skin hairy yet silky smooth. "Who might you be and why're you all the way out here?"

"My name is Sarah. I was hiking along the state forest. I probably shouldn't have wandered so far from the trail. I really appreciate you letting me stay the night." She said nervously.

"You look like a runaway to me. You got a change of clothes and a backpack. I'm just going by my gut feel, girl." He stated, before shooting her another warm smile. "It's not my business, it's best I don't ask too many questions."

"Yeah." She replied quietly. "I'm 20 but I lived with my parents for a while, but they tried having me sent to an asylum, so I, uh, fled." Sarah surprised herself with her own openness to a stranger.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. At the same time, you're free to stay here." He laughed and threw his head back in an energetic belly laugh before placing a hand over her shoulder. "Most people think I'm half nuts, anyway, so you're right at home here."

Sarah giggled. "Thanks, if that is the case I should get along fine with you then. Just please not the loony bin."

"Say, here in the country you can drink even just short of 21. Care for some signature wine? Family recipe, popular with gals like you. Supple body, smooth and sweet with a light after taste and the perfect amount of bite."

"Sure I do! I'd be stupid to pass it up, wouldn't I?" Sarah considered it. How bad could it be? She could not resist.

"Yes, that you would." He chuckled. "Make yourself at home. I'll grab a bottle right quick."

Isaac made his way through a wooden arch to the kitchen, putting in a surprising amount of effort to try and appear sober. Sarah then decided to have a seat in the living room; as she was enjoying the rocking chair. As she grew more at ease she began to really survey the house around her.

Isaac's possessions were, although nothing extravagant, were exquisite. Fine-looking metalworks, a large bookcase full of leather bound volumes of varied topics and times, a piano, all expensive looking and very clean. She wondered how a farmer, she suspected a winemaker instead, could afford such items. Now thinking of it she did not know the location of the actual winery. Why was this his living quarters? Isaac was kind to her, well spoken and sophisticated with a surprising charm, but she knew things in his home were not normal for a man of the farming and vintner lifestyle, especially the rural style of dress he had. He almost looked comical, like someone cosplaying a farmers or play acting for a play.

Her stomach twisted in knots and her nerves returned. There was so much she was missing. What was he hiding? Something was very wrong with all of this. A sickening thought raced across her mind. Some random old man in the sticks luring a runaway girl in for ulterior motives. This is how most horror stories start.
Isaac returned holding an ornate glass with a big smile on his face. Something told her he did not have bad intentions, his demeanor was intoxicating. Her anxiety retreated to a tiny fear that sat deep in her subconscious.
"I won't hurt ya I promise. In fact, I'll sit here where you can see me, closer to the couch even." His strange accent drew out the vowels and it seemed sluggish and drawn out to Sarah's ear, but not monotonous. It seemed endearing to her, the concern in his voice was sincere to her, as was the way his warm whiskey-scented breath brought so much character to his speech. A hint of nervousness of his own which Sarah found extremely comforting.
He placed a tall and slim red bottle with beautiful golden calligraphy writing. She strained to make it out. "Docile Woman", seemed like a sexist name for wine. Sarah's nose twitched at the harsh smell emanating from the liquid.

Giggling a little and scrunching her face in her lips, she said "It smells kinda funny."

"Sorry, that, my dear, is just the secret ingredient. It goes down better the more you have, let me tell ya! Let me pour ya a nice big glass."

Sarah wanted to refuse, but how could she? It was clear that Isaac had more experience with **** and could hold his liquor. If he said she should drink, she could not argue. After one sip the doubt fell from her eyes. With a gentle, relaxed exhalation, Sarah tipped her head back and poured the contents of the large glass into her mouth. When no further drops of the delicious wine splashed upon her tongue, Sarah sighed and lowered her glass, licking her lips as she did. When she put the glass down on the table she frowned and murmured "Damn, I finished it fast." Isaac laughed heartily, his large mustache bouncing along his laugh lines. Sarah loved his smile, his laughter filled her with warmth as much as his drink had.

"Want more? I recommend seconds, at the least." He insisted on pouring her more, and before Sarah could assure him that it wasn't necessary the glass was already full again. Without hesitation, Sarah raised her glass in a toast and then placed it against her lips, letting the warm, oaky beverage trickle down her throat. As the warmth from the **** radiated to every inch of her body, her inner conscience felt her body growing more and more aroused. The second glass flowed down even easier than the first, and the world around Sarah became, less... Well she was not sure. Less like something. Shifting about in her seat on the couch, Sarah could barely focus as she watched the rest of the bottle fill her cup. She turned her eyes to watch the amber colored liquid fill the glass. The way it sparkled in the light, the subtle beauty and refraction, the wonderful flavor.

Sighing, Sarah set her empty glass down once more and felt a warm flush spread over her body and a tingle between her legs. In surprise at the stimulation, Sarah shut her legs. She had never been so sexually responsive from drinking.

"It seems that ingredient is kickin' in now ain't it darling." Isaac said with a distinct yet unknown twinge of mischief. As if something new lay buried within his soothing drawl.

She moved her tongue to her lips, discovering them slightly swollen and tender. Leaning back to stretch out against the couch, she noticed her entire form was starting to ache, and as the soreness descended her body her arousal seemed to grow more. "Uhhh," she could only say. She felt dazed, and felt out of the chair she was sitting in.

At first she had trouble hearing Isaac speak, his voice seemed distant as she felt like the earth was spinning around her. Was it going around her? "The women always get that way. Makes you willing though, ya know."
"... willing?" Sarah's heart jumped back and forth, the way he said it sounded as though he hinted towards something malicious. Her excitement was still coursing through her veins as he chuckled deeply. "If you need anything more you may have it, though, more wine could also be arranged of course, but I got something else for you to drink now," He said, chuckling a bit. "A very unique brew..."

He ran his fingertips down her neck and along the ridge of her collarbone and shoulder. An electricity sparked throughout her entire body from the light caress, a whimper slipped from her throat. "...ah, that's a good sign," Isaac said seductively. "Just this little bit of contact and you're wiggling around, and that red flush you're wearing... is quite lovely, by the way." His warm smile and the slight scent of **** on his breath as he bent to kiss her ear provided her with comfort. Though a soft gasp escaped her as he then exhaled on her ear with his warm, moist breath sending chills up her spine. To hear her so thoroughly excited only excited Isaac more.
Sarah wondered about what kind of other drink he had offered, but didn't have to wonder very long. The rural man began to unzip his pants in front of her. Sarah knew well and good what was inside, but what was unexpected was the size and the musk the member had.

The stench it gave off was strong and seemed intoxicating on it's own, mixing well with the alcoholic flavor on her palate, causing her body to grow even more hot. All signs her brain screamed lust, despite her normal self screaming at her not to go through with this. "Huge..." was all she could say, as the large erect member was throbbing with its head. She raised her left hand slowly as her entire arm seemed to have a mind of it's own, and she had trouble with making it raise properly. As it inched closer towards his groin, he made an audible grunt of approval, signifying that he wanted her hands upon him, he wanted her arousal.
She wrapped both hands firmly around the base and squeezed lightly. A wave of goosebumps and hair standing on end raced across her body as it seemed the mere grip of the imposing man in front of her made her want him. A primal desire kicked in and Sarah lunged her face into it. Opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could she took as much of him into her mouth and throat as she could, realizing that just the head was filling her mouth. Moaning aloud Sarah struggled to attempt to deep-throat him, to which Isaac started to convulse against her.

His moan was long and loud, guttural yet satisfied. Isaac grunted out words. "Oh ... yes ... just like that..."
"You're a real docile cow, huh? Just like your kind should be..."

The rhythm and her head bobbing came naturally and, for all it's size, was surprisingly fun for her to perform. She was enticed further by the utter smell that emanated from his member and thought she had never experienced the true pinnacle of masculinity, not just a single one but all of it. Something about being called a cow would have made her agitated normally, but instead of her normal reactions of anger she instead felt as if his soft comments were meant as encouragement. The effect surprised her but nonetheless gave her further purpose as she squeezed even harder as she bobbed her head along his shaft faster.

She moved her tongue all around his tip where it seems sensitive and she sucked hard. He showed even more pleasure as he laced one hand within her hair, he started to grab hard and run his fingernails into her scalp. His other hand stroked and caressed her cheek. The gentle touch contrasted the more assertive hold on her cranium and the way that he was slowly, yet forcefully thrusting his hips to shove the entirety of his cock down her mouth and throat.
The rush of his powerful thrusting caused her to break out in a sweat. Moisture ran down her forehead as Isaac would thrust and hold her hair when his member was so deep in her, that the flared ridge of the head was pinching her lips tight. Letting out another groan he picked up the pace, faster and deeper he fucked her face. Sarah could only moan, Her juices were dripping down her thighs, she found herself in an utter heaven.
"You love it, don't you. Perfect." He teased.

Sarah attempted to make words, but only came up with "MMMph" as his cock was so thick she could not move her mouth to the shape and placement for any sort of real reply. Only the thought resonated "Yes I do... this is so wonderful!" The more she drew and licked the member, the hornier he would get, a sexual ecstasy overwhelming her.

"You know, a gal like you should stay here. Let me wife you up a little. Turn ya into a real woman. Plump you up a bit, look like a real country gal. Mm, you can start with keepin' on suckin' darling. Let me fill you up good."
He let out the most beastial cry as he shoved his cock deep down her throat, and unleased a powerful stream of cum, her own body convulsed in spasms of her own as his member seemed to expand as hot sperm shot through her gullet, plastering her insides white.

As Isaac kept the thick appendage lodged inside, no matter how hard she tried she just could not swallow it all. Rivulets and puddles of his cum pouring from the corners of her mouth. The excessive amount of liquids **** her to release her hold on his shaft. His swollen appendage fell from her lips with a loud pop as Sarah greedily gasped for breath. Small waves of Isaac's cum covering her lips, cheeks and chin as her rapid heaving caused her chest to rise and fall quickly. His viscous spunk was thicker than her saliva and the drops seemed to refuse to come off of her skin without assistance.

Spent, and still craving a steady breath of air, Sarah simply laid back for the time being in an attempt to prevent further drowning from the now-half-fluid state her throat was currently undergoing. She made do by running her tongue around her mouth and lips and swallowing every last glob she could gather. It stuck to her tongue and the sides of her mouth, forcing Sarah to continue desperately hunting down the gooey substance and finding herself eager for more. Despite the copious amount Isaac had already shot into her belly, she still had plenty that the mustached man had released all over the lower half of her face. It did not appear to bother her in the slightest. She was very slow as the taste was a true gift to her tongue.

Isaac chuckled at his work and the now completely docile woman at his feet.