Fertile Farm: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

by Candy Quinn

  The mayor was even older than her teacher, Mr. Templeton, but he was so handsome to watch as he fucked her. Pumping his cock into her, his balls smacking wetly to her pussy as he built up his pace.

  His cock pulsated and throbbed wildly inside her, filling her up, straining against her slick pussy canal.

  “My last... My last girl never let me raw her,” he said in amidst his moans and grunts. “And she wasn’t half as beautiful and young as you,” he said, giving her ass a little smack and squeeze.

  Maybe she should have felt used or dirty, knowing she wasn’t the first woman he fucked in his office. Maybe she wasn’t even the first one he paid for the pleasure.

  But instead, his compliments just made her heart pound harder, knowing that he wanted her. Knowing he was impressed with her. Knowing she was giving him just what he needed.

  “I wanted it this way,” she said with a soft, breathy voice. “I wanted to really feel you.”

  He let loose a deep, loud moan of desire at her words, his cock twitching inside her excitedly as he thrusts harder, faster. He slides his hand up from her ass cheek where he’d smacked her, to reach around and grasp one of her full, heavy breasts through her top, squeezing and groping at it.

  “God damn you are perfect,” he panted out in a husky voice. “I’m gonna keep you around,” he said, pinching her nipple as he thrust into her tight, slick slit. Just one of many men to find absolute bliss in her body that day.

  Her nipples stiffen further against his touch, her body pinned between him and the desk, his hand helping to hold her in place against his thrusts. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold in her moans of pleasure, but it’s no use. She can’t hold it back, and soon her squeals of bliss fill his office, sweet ‘yes’s peppered throughout.

  She watched as his back arched, her hands opening his shirt further, letting her see his hard muscle glistening with perspiration, his dark hair peppering his torso. He flung his head back, letting loose such a deep moan as his hips pounded down, his cock thrusting in so very, very deep.

  The office filled with the sounds of their passionate fucking, and finally he could hold back no more. That older, distinguished Mr. Mayor trembling as he shoved into her nice and deep, then let loose a quaking moan as he unloaded all that thick, virile seed deep inside her fertile womb, shaking with the satisfaction.

  Her legs trembled and she forced herself to withstand his hard thrusts, take every ounce of his offering to her body. She leaned against the table, pushing back against him, her own breath heaving as her little whimpers of pleasure peppered the air.

  She stayed still for a few seconds, enjoying the feel and sounds of his pleasure, a smile growing on her lips all the while.

  He was slow to catch his breath, a grin on his face as he looked down at her.

  “Damn, that was just the best,” he said, looking her over, appreciating her youthful beauty. “You got the job,” he said, “and we’ll be doin’ a lot more of this.” He slowly pulled out of her, grasping some tissues from the corner of his desk, helping her with the cleanup as he pulled out.

  “And here,” he added, pulling out that roll of bills again, and plunking it down on the desk with the money he’d offered her before. “Treat yourself to a nice shoppin’ spree. When you start on Monday, I want to see you in some sexy outfits, ya hear?”

  She stared at the money, her plush lips parted. She had no idea how much was there, but she knew it was more than enough for some proper work outfits for her new job. She cleaned herself up, not feeling anything but excitement and happiness as she looked at him.

  “Oh I will! Skirts and blouses and things like that?” she asked, taking the money and tucking it into her jean shorts pocket.

  “Yeah, exactly,” he said, tucking himself back into his own pants, doing up his shirt as he smiled to her. “Some sexy lingerie too. Y’know, nice bra and panties. Maybe a couple pairs of those panties with the open slit in ‘em,” he said with a wink. “I wanna see you show off that body around here. And for me especially,” he declared, leaning in and placing a hand on her ass, squeezing it.

  She had no idea panties like that existed, but she made a mental note to look for them. Her lips spread as she smiled at him, liking the sensation of his large hand on her supple rear.

  She had a job, a way to help take care of her ma.

  And she got to be fucked by the stud of a Mayor while she’s at it.

  All in all, Brittany felt on top of the world.

  “Okay, I’ll go shopping then,” she said with an excited wiggle. “And then on Monday... we’ll get to work!”

  “You’ll enjoy it,” he said with another wink, giving her ass another squeeze, feeling her supple flesh swell between his fingers.

  He escorted her back out to the front door, much more his usual self once they were in public. But then she was back on the street, to her own devices. It was getting late by that point, sunset was coming.

  When she hopped aboard the family truck though, immediately… something was not right. It was having trouble starting.

  Looking down the street, she saw Mike the mechanic was closing up shop for the day too.

  “Dang it all,” she hissed under her breath. She turned the keys in the ignition once more, and it just sputtered out, whining at her insistence. She slammed her hand on the wheel before hopping back out onto the gravel.

  “Mike!” she said, waving her hand in the air as she jogged towards him, her breasts bouncing uncomfortably as she did so. It had been such a long day, and she was craving some quiet time to process it all, but it seemed fate had other plans for her.

  Mike was topless, as usual, his torso glistening, the most ripped man in town to boot. Only a couple smears of engine grease on him as he looked towards her, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her voluptuous figure bounding along at him.

  He was only a few years older than her, but had struck out, started his own business and was doing well since the only other garage in town shut down.

  “Hey Brittany,” he said, his voice deep as he stopped, biceps bulging as he held the garbage door. “What’s up?”

  “Well if I knew that, I wouldn’t have been rushing over to beg you not to close,” she said with a laugh, pointing at her abandoned truck, door still left open. “She just doesn’t want to do anymore work today, I guess. No idea what’s wrong with her. You know me, I know more about what’s wrong with a horse than a truck.”

  He cracked a grin at her then chuckled.

  “I’ll go take a look for ya,” he said, looking so handsome as he headed with her on over to the truck.

  Popping the hood, he bent over, getting in and looking around, she had a hard time to follow what he was up to. Especially since she got a full on look at his rippling physique. Mike was the hottest young hunk for miles around, and she knew for a fact just about every girl was after him.

  He gave a whistle after a while.

  “Dang, Brittany,” he said, “This ain’t lookin’ good. Looks like this whole engine might need a replacin’. And I’m sorry to say, that ain’t a cheap or quick fix.”

  Brittany’s heart sank.

  She just finally started work to solve one financial crisis, and now another one was looming right in front of her. And she needed the truck to get to work on Monday, to say nothing of doing the shopping as promised.

  Her pink, lower lip instinctively went into a pout.

  “How long? How much? I just started a new job over at the mayor’s office, and I gotta start Monday.”

  “Well,” he began, scratching the side of his head, running his fingers through his short blonde hair. “Parts alone are a couple thousand,” he says reluctantly, “I mean… I know you and your ma are havin’ a rough time, so I’ll throw in the labour for free, but…” he trailed off, his eyes dipping down over her.

  Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

  “Thousands?”

  She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, an
d went to her pocket, finally trying to count the bills, but it was nowhere near enough.

  Her hands began to tremble, her eyes growing a bit wet.

  How could the best day of her life, filled with such carefree spirit, end so horribly?

  “Hey,” he said, looking bothered as he reached out, placing his two strong hands on her shoulders, squeezing. “We’ll work somethin’ out, don’t you worry,” he reassured. “Not like it has to be paid all at once anyhow,” he said, then peered back at his place. “C’mon, follow me,” he said, as he headed back towards the garage to head inside, where a few vehicles were parked and in various stages of repair.

  She was easily led by him, though her heart felt heavy and her footsteps were a bit slow and dragged. She tucked the money away, swiping at the corner of her eyes.

  “Well I wouldn’t want to make you have to wait for the money. I don’t even know when I’m getting paid next. But I need it to get to work. How unfair is that?” she pouted up at him, tears glittering in her eyes.

  He led her in back, where he took some keys off the rack there. He headed over towards the back door, leading out into an alleyway where a couple vehicles were parked.

  “I can loan you my car in the meantime,” he said, “to make sure you get to work and earn the bucks you need for your engine.” He smiled handsomely, trying to help her out.

  A little relief filled her lungs for a second, and she smiled back at him, some of the panic disappearing in that look.

  “What would you drive, then?”

  He gestured back into the garage.

  “I’ll just take the tow truck in the meantime,” he offered with a smile. “And… we could arrangement a payment plan for the parts. What do ya say?” he asked, hooking his thumb into his belt loop, which caused his jeans to sink a bit lower, showing off his lower abdomen in all its chiseled glory.

  Brittany’s gaze fell, watching that little inch of skin get revealed, and she licked her lips subconsciously. Already she’d been with so many men, her life upended over and over again, and yet it was like a switch in her had been flicked into the on position.

  Even facing dire straits and a broken truck, she couldn’t help but wonder what was just a little lower beneath his jeans.

  She blinked her eyes, shaking her head from her trance, embarrassment tinting her cheeks a little. She drew in her lower lip, a thought occurred to her.

  Her body had gotten her concert tickets and a job so far.

  Maybe it could get her one little bit more.

  “I could do a payment plan,” she said, her words coming out rich like honey, but unfamiliar and new all the same. “Maybe we could make a... private deal?”

  Something about her wording, the very natural seductiveness that eked into her voice there, immediately impacted him. And while he’d been nice and generous up to then, she managed to tickle some part of him even deeper.

  “What kinda private deal, Brittany?” he asked, his voice suddenly lower, huskier, quieter as he stepped in closer, looking her over unconsciously.

  Her lips twitched into a smile, her eyes bashfully avoiding him.

  Or perhaps she was just more interested in staring at his bulge beneath his pants, wondering what he’d feel like.

  “It’d take me a real long time to pay you off in cash,” she said slowly. “But maybe I can pay you off in a much more... fun way. That’s one long term debt I wouldn’t mind,” she grinned.

  His chiseled jaw was marked by his growing, uneven grin as he looked her up and down, then met her eyes, locking their gazes. His bulge throbbed thicker, bigger, in growing excitement as he lifted a hand and reached out, then hesitated just before touching her shoulder.

  “You don’t mean…?” he began, trailing off as he looked down at her ample breasts, bit his lower lip and gave a little groan of desire. “You sure about that? I can be mighty insatiable, Brittany.”

  “Insatiable,” she repeated to herself, her mind fuzzing over with a buzz of excitement. She wondered if that’s what she was. Insatiable.

  “We could at least try,” she said with a small shrug of her shoulders, her grin growing wider as she watched him stare at her breasts.

  He stepped in closer, grasping her shoulder with one hand, then slipping the keys into her shorts pocket with the other, before grasping her hip and ass.

  “There’s gotta be terms,” he said, with an increasingly confident smile as he sized her up. “Every day you drive into town, or I come out to see ya… I get a crack at you,” he began, his voice heavy with lust.

  She bobbed her head up and down, staring up at him with almost a schoolgirl wonder in her eyes. He was the man everyone crushed on, and he was grabbing her ass. He wanted her.

  He wanted her.

  It wasn’t bad for her ego, and her heart began to race once more.

  “You want me, then?”

  He nodded his head slowly, tilting his head to one side as he got in near. Near enough that his blonde whiskers tickled her as he hovered over her pouty pink lips.

  “Of course I want you,” he said deeply, such intensity to his words. “Every man in town wants you,” he told her, and she was finally beginning to see the truth in that. “But I want you raw,” he said, leaning in and then kissing her passionately, deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as he groped her ass and slid his hand up to her breast to make out.

  He only broke away momentarily to check with her.

  “We got a deal?”

  He’d stolen her breath, her heart thudding loudly against her ribs, and her pussy throbbing so hard she thought she might faint.

  Her head instantly nods yes as she lunges back for him, her mouth pressed against his, her arms flung around his neck.

  He shuts his eyes and locks lips with her again, grinding his thick, hard cock against her as they made out in that back alley behind the shop. He let his big, strong hands fondle and grope her ass, her heavy, full breast, feeling her supple young flesh as he pressed her back up against the car she was to borrow.

  “Brittany,” he rumbled out between smacks of their lips, his hands moving to untie her top, to free her breasts and let those heavy mounds spill out.

  She helped him shrug off her top, her wide eyes fascinated by the sight of him. She’d had so many men that day, and yet Mike... he was special. He was the kind of guy she’d always been too shy to talk to, the guy who was always too charming and sexy for a simple farm girl like her, she figured. To have him so desirous of her was such a turn on, and she encouraged his lips towards her chest, wanting to watch him a while longer.

  He was enamored with those large, supple breasts immediately, and he bent down. His lips kissed at her thick mound, around her areola, before wrapping his mouth around her nipple and suckling just a bit, carefully soft.

  And as he was lowered down to one knee, he brought his hands to her shorts, undoing them, tugging them down before he switched his mouth from one breast to the other with a hunger for her flesh that only grew.

  She couldn’t believe her fortune. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

  Watching such a gorgeous man touch her with such reverence and desire... Her lower lip trembled, a soft whimper pressing past her mouth as she stared. She wiggled a little, helping him free her of her shorts, kicking them off to the side.

  “Wow,” she managed to murmur, awestruck as she was. “You’re gorgeous.”

  He froze as he peeled down her shorts before she kicked them off entirely, his lips kissing down from her breasts, over her taut tummy, towards her pussy. He peered up at her, just a couple inches from that well-fucked pussy of hers, grinning up once more.

  “Right back at ya, Brittany,” he husks, his shoulders so broad and strong.

  He grasped her bubbly ass cheeks and then rose up, lifting her with him as he pressed her to the car, pinning his groin against her bare pussy.

  “Undo my jeans,” he said gruffly.

  A thrill went through her body, ending in her clit with an almost
painful throb. Her hands reached between them, greedily working the button on his jeans, staring at him all the while. He sounded so sexy when he was aroused, and it was making her body tingle with need.

  “I want you so bad,” she practically purred as she carefully pulled down the zipper.

  His cock was so thick and hard, so long and hefty. And as she freed him of his jeans and underwear, pushing them down, it sprang up with a stiff alertness, smacking to her ass before she reached down to grasp his manhood as best she could.

  “You’ll get me,” he husked, lunging for her lips as he grasped her body, holding it up just right as he guided his cock to her slit, pressing it against her puffy labia and thrusting in to plant his manhood inside her.

  She’d nearly lost count of all the men who had her that day. And the second Mike speared her with his cock, everything else in the world just disappeared. Suddenly it was just him and her, their bodies locked together.

  Becoming one, she mused to herself, her hazy memory not even attributing it to someone in specific. It was just something she felt as her legs and arms wrapped around him, her bare pussy clinging to his dick.

  Mike grasped her tightly, squeezing one of her heavy breasts, as he tugged back his hips and then began to pump into her. He gave a low, rumbling moan as her slick pussy lips clung to his thick cock, and he savoured her feel on his raw, hard member.

  “Mmmm fuck yeah,” he husked, kissing her chest, her neck, then her lips. “Fuck I’ve fantasized about this so damn much, Brittany… every time I saw you walk on by,” he admitted as his cock sank back into her, before repeating the thrusting motion.

  For a second she didn’t think she heard him right. After all, the idea that he’d been lusting for her was just as foreign as sex was not a few hours early.

  “And now you have me... raw,” she said, feeling the dirty words roll off her tongue. The way they felt, the way it made her feel just brought her own pleasure higher. “How did you picture it?”

  “Just like this,” he said in a husky, deep voice, slowly building up his pace, his heavy, cum-laden balls smacking to her ass as he fucked her. “Sometimes… bent over a car I’m working on,” he grunted, moaning out as he squeezed her breast. “Or sucking me off on the side of the road for a tow…” he moaned.