The crisp night air sent chills through Charlotte’s sleek, nude body. Her pail, freckle-kissed skin tingled as the brisk night breeze fluttered through her auburn hair. She could feel the eyes of the sourly farmer looking her over, studying the girl he’d caught snooping around his barn after midnight. The revolver holstered at his hip reminded Charlotte he was in control, and he’d decided to take advantage of her. In the worst way imaginable.
At first, all she felt was repulsion. How could he do this to her? She was only twenty, and he was in his forties! But as he stripped off the last of her clothes, a new sensation crept through her slim, trembling body. She felt aroused.
The warm heat spread through her thighs as he spun her around. She could feel his strong hands forcefully grip her small shoulders, easily bending her slim body over a nearby barrel. Her plump ass was on full display, exposed and vulnerable. She heard him unzip his jeans. Her thighs trembled as he pulled out his cock and pressed the tip against her slick pussy.
“You want this, don’t you, slut?” he said, his voice almost a low growl.
Charlotte knew she should protest, but she heard herself softly reply, “Yes… Fuck my pussy until it hurts. Please.” Her voice was quavering with arousal and desperation.
He was happy to oblige. Charlotte whimpered as his meaty cock forced it’s way inside her. He was bigger than she was used to, and her tight pussy stretched around his girth. She could feel the weight of his muscular body on her back, pinning her atop the barrel as he thrust his hips. It was impossible to struggle. He was too strong, so she became his fuck doll, moaning as he filled her wet pussy with his big cock.
Soon, her breath became short and heavy. Her pale skin was flush red and burning with arousal. She was going to orgasm. It felt humiliating, but at the same time, she wanted it more than she ever had before. Her body was on fire, and her warm pussy quivered around his cock in anticipation.
She felt his cock pulse deep inside her as he released his load. Instantly, a powerful orgasm washed over her, draining away any strength or willpower she might have had left. Her body went limp over the barrel while he enjoyed a few final thrusts into her dripping pussy, milking more cum from his large balls.
He wasn’t done with her yet. For the next three hours, Charlotte was his toy. When he was finally finished with her, she’d lost track of how many times he’d made her orgasm. Her body was slick with sweat and cum, and she felt exhausted. The farmer stood over her, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, his semi-hard cock still hanging from the open zipper. Striking a match, he looked down at the girl he’d just thoroughly violated, but he had nothing to say. It was almost morning. Silently, he turned to leave.
“Next time, I want you to tie me up, ok?” Charlotte said as he passed through the large barn doors into the fading night.
The farmer smiled. This was the third time she’d ‘snuck’ into his barn this week. Next time, he’d have some rope ready.
*Thanks for reading. I don’t write much erotic lit but I heard a song that inspired this story. Feedback welcome.*
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