I bury my head in my hands, still sitting upright in the bed. Aw shit, I can smell her still. That sweet perfume yeah, but also that delectable cunt smell. I’ve caught a whiff of that snatch a couple times now, and it’s right up my alley. It’s exactly the kind I like, savory and sweet, innocent with the right hint of sloppy. I want it bad, my dick’s dying to get in.
But this is so fucked up because I’m literally supposed to be stealing Maisie’s land from her. Because what she doesn’t know is that I’m a fucking Morgan. Oh yeah, I’m one of the Morgan brothers, the guys next door with the industrial farm. We’ve got her small property surrounded on all sides, and my brothers are just dying to get their paws on her land. It’s the last little patch left before we raze this entire area, transforming it into god knows what. Probably some eye sore that’ll make a billion dollars while also destroying the earth.
So fuck. I’m so fucked. She has no idea. This sweet thing has no idea but that’s the point. Maisie doesn’t know who I am because I took off for school years ago. I’ve been incognito since, doing all that education shit. My folks figured one of us Morgan boys needed to know numbers, and that fucker was me.
So after ten years away, I’m back at the family farm. Business as usual. Tractors, plows and seeds, yeah, but also pesticides, seasonal re-routing, and fucking profit margins. I’m the money man, and Maisie’s property is the last thing standing between us and total market domination.
Shit.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
Am I gonna fuck that pussy, and then steal her land?
Am I gonna drill that twat, and then have her bend over and take it up the backside too, personally and professionally?
Because if my brothers get their way, then hell yeah. They’re gonna run her off by any means necessary, even if it means taking whatever’s left of Maisie’s dignity and pride. Even if it means breaking her heart and driving the sweet girl to the poorhouse.
Wait a sec. Not my brothers. Me. That’s my job. I’m supposed to drive her off, stripping the land bare. Me.
Fuck.
I’m so fucked.
Because ever since I saw her in the barn Maisie’s owned my thoughts. Sure, she’s got a dangerous body with those huge tits and big ass. But it’s more than her bod. It’s her sassy attitude and dedication to this godforsaken homestead. The land is in her blood, and I love the way she’s worked so hard, a teenage girl alone. Even the idea is fucking incredible. An eighteen year-old nymphet grinding her fingers to dust, trying to preserve her family legacy? Working herself to the bone, up at dawn, struggling with each and every task? Shit, anyone else in her position would have given up ages ago.
But not Maisie. My sweet girl won’t give up, she’s a fighter. She’s got steel in that backbone, and it makes me so proud I could fuckin’ burst.
And shit, but the little girl’s so sexy too. Because today I finally got through. She’s so sweet, innocent and yet knowing at once. She knows, oh yeah she knows. No one can miss that monster cock, how it twitches just for her.
Aw fuck. Back to square one. The sheets rasp loudly when I turn in bed, and it stings, pulling against my wound. Fuck. The pain lances through my leg, jolting me awake. I need to get my head on straight, take some time to clear my thoughts. Having Maisie’s boobies dance non-stop before my eyes is fucking distracting. I need to get with it, and get on with the business of stealing her land.
But shit, my fuckpole says otherwise. Aching painfully, it tells another story. I need to taste her, to feel that wet cunt on my hard cock, with those pink nipples bobbling in my mouth as she screams.
Damn, she’s so sexy.
Because I shouldn’t. The girl’s too young and innocent for a dirty, amoral bastard like me. Sure I’ve teased the female a little, but there’s a reason I always stop. She has to at least know who I am before I take it all the way. Maisie deserves that much, and I don’t want to rob her of the knowledge. The sweet thing has already gone through so much stress, and Lord knows I don’t want to add to the giant shitpile.
Guilt rushes over me as I replay our conversation about how hard she’s working on her own, and how the bank wants to foreclose on her farm. The exhaustion is visible in her eyes; her soft body breaking. She’s so beautiful. I just want to lift her load a little before it all collapses. I want to give her a short respite, a safe place to relax.
And shit, she was so sweet bandaging me up tonight. Her hands started to tremble when she saw my cock stiffening. She knows what she does to me, and I can tell that she likes it. There’s no denying that she wants me; her nipples were poking through her shirt while her chest heaved in lust. I want to bite her tits until she screams for me to stop. I’m going to make her squirm until I own her pussy. She’s mine, all mine.
My manhood is rock hard now. Thinking about the innocent is a sure fire way to guarantee I get no sleep tonight. Bowing my head in defeat, I take a deep breath, trying to slow the blood rushing to my cock. Tomorrow is going to be another long day and I need my rest, but my mind isn’t running the show right now, it’s my fucking fuckpole doing the talking.
She’s probably fast asleep in her bedroom down the hall, I think to myself. Leave her alone.
That’s the honorable thing to do. But the devil on my shoulder speaks up then.
What harm can a quick peek do? She wants you, she’s been tempting you all day.
And shit, but I can’t resist. Like a fucking dead man, I slide on the shorts at the end of my bed, not even exactly sure what’s going on. Like a sleepwalker, I quietly make it to her room, staring at her door. This is the time to turn around. Go away, my conscience says. Go away and leave her in peace.
But oh shit, the wind blows then, and her bedroom door opens a bit. It has to be fate speaking. It has to, because what else could it be? And before I know it, my hand’s pushed the door open and I’m in her room.
That’s when my breath stops. Because seeing Maisie takes my breath away. Her brown curls are spread across the pillowcase as the moonlight cascades across those feminine features, soft in sleep. She looks so peaceful and angelic lying there with the sheet pulled up to her neck. The fabric rises slowly and falls dramatically as she takes in long, satisfying breaths.
I stare hungrily. Aw shit, those pink lips are so beautiful, soft and wet and wide.
Get out of here, my conscience speaks sternly again. You got what you came to see. What else are you waiting for? Scram.
I get ready to beat feet, but the lech in me speaks then.
It won’t hurt to see a little more, the voice sneers. Why not take the opportunity? You’ve always been a go-getter type of guy.
And a big hand reaches out as if in a trance. It doesn’t even belong to me, it’s another dude doing this. But it’s definitely my eyes watching, because as the hand gently pulls the sheet down, my dick jerks.
Holy fuck! She’s nude! Completely fucking nude, those lush tits out, that pink slit between her legs gleaming in the moonlight.
My dick is aching as I stare at her pretty pink nipples. Gravity pushes each of her breasts towards her chin and I want to cup them to my mouth again. Her belly is softly curved, leading down to the sweetness between her legs. She’s got a sexy little strip of hair on her pussy and I inadvertently wrap my hand around my growing erection while looking at her now fully exposed body. God, I want to leave, honestly I do, but there’s no way I can stop myself from tasting her. She looks too good to pass up.
Dropping down to my knees, I run my nose down her belly, past her navel, inhaling her sweet scent. Her body twists, hips curving to expose a little of her plump ass, and I glance upwards, fully expecting her to wake.
When she doesn’t I continue moving down her smooth frame until I’m slowly kissing the thin patch of hair between her legs. Her body twists again, but I move right along with her, teasing that sweet opening. To my delight, she’s already glistening with arousal.
“Tyler,” she moans and I almost come on myself. Holy mother
of god. Is she awake? I pause, unmoving, alert like a deer. But then she moans again, eyes still closed. Fuck, she was dreaming of me. Sweet dreams, baby girl. Because this is gonna be the best you’ve ever had.
And as if reading my thoughts, Maisie twists her sexy body again, this time opening those sweet thighs to expose that pretty pink pussy. I know she wants me, and wasting no time, I run the flat of my tongue across her cunt, drawing circles around her hole as a soft moan leaves her lips. The thick thighs I’ve daydreamed about drop open and I move into better position before taking her clit into my mouth and sucking gently. Aw fuck, her nub’s hard. The girls dripping bad, there’s juice gushing down my chin.
But I want her awake. I don’t want this to be some kind of dream-state fuck where the princess is carried away on a white horse. I want Maisie to know that her pussy’s being taken, that she’s getting drilled good. I want her to scream for me, to bend over and beg as I run her the big one.
So slowly licking her clit again, I take it between my teeth and bite down hard.
“Unnnh!” she cries out, eyes flying open, jerking awake. “Unnnh!”
A growl rises from my throat.
“Wakey wakey, pretty girl. Daddy’s here.”
And as her startled eyes meet mine from above that sweet mound, the girl smiles then, leaning back and pushing her cunt into my mouth.
“Yes,” she breathes, spreading her thighs wider. “Yes, big boy … take what’s yours.”
CHAPTER SIX
Maisie
Oh god, it was too good to be true. It’s hard to sleep now, ever since Tyler showed up at the Double H. That bronzed skin, the sculpted chest and rock hard abs. The trail of dark hair going down, down, down to that thickness. Oh yeah, that fat cockpole. Even in sleep, my mouth waters, pussy moistening. Because I’ve dreamt about it every night, re-living our first encounter in the barn, that snake in my mouth, inching down my throat.
And every morning, I wake up hungry, wanting more. His body against mine. That heavy weight pushing me into the mattress. His huge club buried in my twat, making me scream again and again, rubbing against my most sensitive spot. Oh god, I’m such a slut. Every single night, this happens, and it just won’t stop.
But this time, the dream is even more graphic than before. His tongue’s slow, wet and warm on my boiling pussy, making me twist in the sheets. I gasp his name, crying out for him, and then suddenly, a shaft of pain lances through my clit, spreading through my body. It hurts so bad, but so good too, cunt juicing wildly. Because oh shit, oh shit, what just happened?
My eyes fly open and there’s the big man himself, crouched between my legs. Because it wasn’t a dream! And without wasting a moment, Tyler leans forward and bites my clit again, making me scream, before running his tongue over the hard nub slowly, like he’s calming it down.
“Quiet, pretty baby,” comes that deep rumble. “I’ll make you feel good.”
“Tyler,” I pant, unable to move for a moment. “Is this …? Are you …?”
A low chuckle escapes his throat.
“Am I really gonna take this pussy? I’m I really gonna fuck this sweet cunt until it comes, juices running like a river? Yes, baby, the time is now. I’m gonna do it.”
My mind whirls. I’m so confused, but at the same time, I just want more. Because I’m paying him with sex. This wandering cowboy who’s fixed stuff all over my homestead is getting paid with sex. It’s wrong and yet, so good.
So I roll with it then. It’s impossible to fight the feelings anymore, to deny the hungry, aching need between my legs. Arching backwards, my big boobies point towards the ceiling as I reach one hand between my legs.
“Yes Tyler,” comes my breathless sigh, spreading my folds with my fingers, showing him that deep ruby gleam, my inner channel pulsing with energy. “Yes, this is all yours.”
And the cowboy’s on me with a growl. He moves his tongue in a pattern, circling my clit, making me moan with ecstasy. Oh god, it feels so fucking good, that wet muscle lapping at my insides.
But the big man goes one step further. Forming his tongue into a point, the alpha slips his tongue inside of me, burrowing up my inner chamber. Oh shit! Oh shit shit shit! I’m getting mouth-fucked by a hot cowboy, it’s too much and the pressure becomes unbearable in my cunt.
“Unnnh!” comes my squeal. “Unnnh!”
But suddenly, he stops. There’s no movement whatsoever, just harsh panting in the bedroom.
I raise my head, dazed, brown eyes unfocused.
“Tyler?” comes my soft mewl. “Is everything okay?”
The cowboy can’t speak, eyes blazing.
“Tyler,” I try again. “What’s wrong? What did I do?”
The alpha’s eyes grow hooded then, his tongue snaking out once more to lash at my sweet slit. I squeal, bucking, trying to get as much of my pussy into his mouth as possible. But he backs off.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” comes a harsh growl.
I mewl, barely able to focus.
“Unnh,” comes my aroused moan. “Oh god.”
But this time, he pinches my clit, making me startle awake.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demands again.
My eyes focus this time, meeting that blazing blue.
“Tell you what?” comes my soft mewl. “What didn’t I tell you?”
“This,” he growls, before diving back in. And this time, I feel it. As his tongue goes up my snatch, it hits something deep inside, the proof of my virginity. Oh yeah, Tyler’s tasting my hymen, licking that sweet tissue of innocence.
“Oh god!” I wail, boobs vibrating, pussy steaming with lust. “Oh god, oh god!”
But Tyler won’t take no for an answer. He whips his tongue a couple times against my hymen, making me squeal, hips gyrating wildly. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna lose it right here.
He pulls out then.
“That’s right,” he growls, blue eyes gleaming bright. “I’m gonna break this pussy. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re molded to the shape of my dick. That’s what you get for not telling me.”
I gasp.
“But ... I’m sorry …,” is all I can manage.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” comes his rasping reply. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk little girl, that’s your punishment for not telling me.”
The nasty words should scare me. They should turn me off, so lewd and disgusting. But instead, I just want him more.
And going with it, I lean back then, legs spread, pulling my knees up, showing him my juicy cunt. Because I want it. That punishment’s exactly what I need, exactly what’s gonna get me through these hard times. And rolling back even further, I show him my second gift. Oh yeah, my ass winks at him now, the dark star rusty and brown, flirting with the alpha.
“Yes, Tyler,” comes my throaty moan. “Yes, take me.”
The big man’s stock still for a moment, staring at my cunt and ass. It’s beautiful, I know, the wetly pink slit dripping so hard that rivulets trickle down, coating my asshole, running into the brownie. But that’s what I want. I want Daddy to use me every which way, any way he wants. So I roll back even further, both orifices winking again.
“Here,” I moan throatily. “Take me.”
And hands reaching down, I grab fistfuls of butt cheek, pulling the white expanse apart. Because I need it. I don’t want to be a lonely cowgirl anymore, a prudish pioneer woman wearing calico aprons, without a man in sight. I need dick in me, up one hole, up both, so bad.
And Tyler’s on it.
“You fucking slut,” he grinds out. “You slutty little whore.”
I mewl again.
“Yes,” comes my breathless pant. “Yes, I’m yours. Use my body to pleasure you. Use it, I’m your little fuckslut.”
And with that, it’s on. Tyler seizes my ass roughly, jerking it to the edge of the bed. Spitting into one wild palm so that it’s sticky, it reaches down and rubs it all over his fuckpole.
“You’re lucky I’m
even doing this,” he grinds out. “You’re lucky you’re getting even this much.”
I’m confused. Lube? But there’s so much of it, my pussy’s been running wetly for the last twenty minutes. In fact, there’s a damp spot beneath my butt, a pool of cunt fluid sticky and warm.
But Tyler shakes his head.
“Naw baby girl, you’re getting it in your butt first.”
My eyes fly open then, boobies bobbling. What the? No! It can’t be!
“But I’m a virgin still,” I plead. “Put it in my pussy first, break my twat cherry and I promise, you can do it in my ass next. Pussy first, right? Isn’t that how it always goes?”
Because who gets their anus taken before their vag? This makes no sense, and I can’t believe it’s happening. But Tyler’s a mofo, and his eyes gleam a hard blue, chest and abs tight.
“Says who?” comes his low growl. “What kind of shitty ass porn have you been watching? Because you’re getting it in your butt baby girl. NOW.”
And with that, his huge pole is pressing against my asshole. Oh god, the pressure is intense and I moan, throwing my head back, bucking a little. My brownie is so tight, so small and resistant that he can’t get in at first. I just can’t take that big fat cock up my bottom.
But Tyler’s insistent, growling like a tiger.
“Relax,” comes his rumble, deep and soothing this time. “Relax, just relax and Daddy will work himself in.”
Relax? How? Not when I’ve got the sword of vengeance poised at my butthole, ready to do damage. But the thing is I want it too. My pussy gushes wetly again, hot liquid streaming down to coat my ass, and this time, I breathe deep, summoning my Zen.
“Yes,” I murmur hazily, closing my eyes while willing my bottom to loosen. “Yes, this is for you.”
And with a slight pop, it happens. The rubber head of his cockpole finds the rim of my pucker, and instead of bouncing back wildly, sneaks inside. Oh yeah, my butt takes that glans, stretching wildly to accommodate the deep purple helmet.
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