Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... called it, all while pointing it in the direction of Ma's sock drawer. And she hadn't said a word when she caught him staring at Lady, half-clothed, as she showered alongside the cows in the rain.

He wanted them, and he had them. She had seen her mother some money every now and again. This morning, she had taken a stack of bills much larger than any previous payment.

Maybe his rent had gone up. Maybe he'd run out of money and leave soon.

Her happy thoughts were extinguished when she felt a firm hand press against her thigh, then another stroke her stomach.

"Shush now," said Hulton.

Disappointed, Daisy nodded in the gloom.

She could still hear Lady snoring, so she was not too worried when he started fondling her through her nightshirt and pressing his knee between her thighs. When he pulled out his, his cock, she rolled her eyes and waited for him to paint her sheets with cream.

Instead, he spider-climbed over her until his rod rested against her lips.

"Suck it," he said, not even whispering.

"What? Now?"

"You heard me. Be a good girl." His eyes glinted in the moonlight with something approaching malice.

Daisy groaned. This man was getting to be too much.

She swallowed his member and glared at him as he kept pushing it further and further down her throat, inch by merciless inch. Her look of disgust faded away to a neutral doll-like expression when he started facefucking her.

As always, she attempted to retreat into her happy place as he ...

... used her like a living sex toy. Eyes glazed over, mouth slack and drooling, Daisy found it easy to turn her brain off and relax even in stressful situations. Lady's snores mixed with the sound of frantic breathing and a creaking bedframe.

"Good slut, good slut," Hulton muttered. He had grabbed two handfuls of hair and used them like handlebars as he directed her to keep sucking. His balls slapped against her chin rhythmically. His head swelled inside her throat.

Each movement made a sound as her saliva began to overflow and coat his dick in a thin layer of slime. The shlicking sound seemed to echo in her quiet shared bedroom, seemed to roll down the halls and fill the entire farmhouse as if this moment were all that truly mattered--him fucking her mouth, and her taking it with a smile.

Daisy grimaced. She saw his lips pucker, felt his cock twitch inside her. He was close to dumping his load.

"Deeper, suck it deeper."

She shook her eyes if not her head. 'No I can't,' her eyes pleaded.

"Do it."

She resisted ever so slightly, not caring if he came down her throat but hoping she might not choke while doing so.

Her body arched as he abused her relentlessly. She gripped the blankets for support, dragged cloth across the bedsheets as her head bobbed back and forth along his grotesque cock which had become the reoccurring reminder of her powerlessness in her own home. And still he fucked her.

"Do it or I'll make Lady suck me. I'll fuck her tiny tits too. You ...