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

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... surprisingly, she felt a trail of liquid seeping down her thighs--not urine, as she had expected, but something else. His fingers had done this to her.

"You big breasted bimbo," he hissed through perfectly white teeth. "Where's your dad?"

"My Pa's not around," she gasped through quick breaths. His fingers explored her cunt while his free hand pinched her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun together, you got that? Say yes. Say it."

Daisy grit her teeth and blinked back tears. So this was what men were like! No wonder her mother had kept them away from the city.

"Say it, cutie. Say it or I'll make you taste it." His hand left her shorts and tip-tapped against her chin, leaving little wet spots.

She turned away, finally relenting.

"Yes."

"Yes who?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl," the man chuckled. "I'm gonna be your new dad from now on. It's all settled."

With that, he slipped three fingers inside her and began finger-fucking her like never before. Daisy actually gasped, so great was the sensation. She felt something rubbing against her legs; looked down to see her shorts sliding down below her knees.

He pushed her forward, making her walk awkwardly like a penguin as she struggled to move with her jeans tying her ankles together like a pair of handcuffs and his fingers still filling her cunt. Finally they stopped above a row of plants, not carrots waiting for harvest but rather a dense ...

... patch of wildflowers.

These flowers were some of Daisy's favorite--a band of swirling orange-and-white petals and others with a bulbous shape colored dark pink. They waved in the air like tiny people competing for her attention and, as the stranger whispered obscenities into her ear and bit her neck and fingered her like mad, droplets of something (precum, she'd later find out) began dripping down atop the wildflowers and coursing down their stems.

"I, I feel, I'm..." Daisy huffed. She was no wordsmith. And this was no time for words.

"Sshhh," the man chided. "Just let it all out."

His hands gripped every part of her body, stroking and caressing and gripping like she were a thing of small value and not a person. He fingered her again and again, using her in broad daylight without a care in the world, without any fear of being caught or endangered.

The strength in her legs faded. She slumped against his body, his weight. And through it all, those bony fingers kept up their terrible assault.

"Help me," she said, though she didn't know why.

As if to answer her, her pulled loose three glistening fingers and forced them in her mouth. They tasted awful.

Plopping them out, the stranger placed them against her exposed clit and rubbed her vigorously. They moved so fast that it appeared as though a dragonfly were beating its wings against her cunt, just a solid blur of white skin traveling back and forth at record speeds.

"Be a good little slut and cum for ...