Farm Helper, Part Four - Sex Stories

Farm Helper, Part Four

It had been a few weeks since Lara had been promoted to the position of a farm whore on Sunny Farms and she had been enjoying her new daily duties immensely. Both David and Peter fucked her daily, most days more than once each. Peter had started to arrive at the farm earlier than ever before, just so he could start his day by pumping a big load of cum deep inside Lara's pussy or throat before getting to work. Most days he wanted another round before heading home at the end of his workday. David on the other hand liked to spend his lunch breaks with his cock buried deep inside of Lara, pumping a load into her just to return late at night to do it again.

Somehow they all still got their work done, even with all the constant fucking. Lara's pussy was soaked with her juices and the guys’ cum almost 24/7, her inner thighs wet as her tiny denim shorts with the hole cut in the crotch let the wetness drip down freely. Robert had provided her several pairs of identical shorts and tiny tops to use as her work outfit, which she was grateful for. With the amount of cum she was filled and covered with on a daily basis she had to do laundry every night.

Lara loved the new aspect of her job. Having David and Peter fuck her so much had made her addicted to their cocks, and even though her pussy was often aching from being used over and over again, she eagerly spread her legs when either man approached her, begging them to fuck her. She was their slut, their farm whore, and she wouldn't ...

... have it any other way.

“Lara? Could you come here?” Peter called for her from the barn door.

Lara turned towards him, seeing him lean against the barn door, a hungry smirk on his face. Lara rushed to him, knowing exactly what he had in mind. She couldn't wait.

“In the middle of the day, huh?” Lara asked, grinning at him as Peter grabbed her hand, leading her deeper into the barn.

“I got frustrated trying to fix the water pump, I need to blow off some steam,” Peter told her.

“I'm more than happy to help,” Lara answered sultrily.

Peter led her to a well-lit room full of hay, immediately pressing her down on her knees.

“Get your tits out,” he commanded as he unzipped his jeans, pulling his already hard cock out. Lara undid the knot that was holding her tiny top closed, letting her big, soft tits free.

“That's our good slut. Play with your tits while I fuck your throat, do not touch my cock, do you understand?” Peter ordered.

Lara nodded, bringing her hands up to her tits, squeezing and kneading them. “I understand.”

“Good whore. Open up.” Peter pushed his cock into Lara's eager, waiting mouth, sighing as its warm wetness surrounded it.

He grabbed a hold of the back of Lara's head with one hand, looking down as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Lara tilted her head back to allow Peter's cock to slide deeper into her throat. Her hands worked on her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples before squeezing her big tits again.

“Fuck, ...