J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

"Jesus," he groaned. "Jesus, you sweet bitch. I can feel my balls hurting!"

"Let me feel," she whispered. She reached behind and underneath her ass and found his heavy balls. She caressed them with her silky-feeling fingertips and felt him thrust harder into her cunt.

"Ummmm," she moaned. "You are hot and hard!"

"You'd better fucking believe it, cunt," he groaned.

She could feel his cock swell in her cunt and knew he wasn't going to last long. She fingered his balls as he came up off the chair and pushed his cock into her pussy a little harder. She felt the hot spurt of his jism.

"Shit, baby," he groaned. "Shit, I'm going to fill up your cunt! I'm going to fill your cunt! OH SHIIIIT!"

She shivered as his hot spurts of jism poured into her equally hot cunt. She ground herself down on his hot prick until she was sure she had drained every drop. She felt very tired now. She slipped off of his lap as she felt him squeeze her tits with one last surge of lust.

"Did I do all right?" she asked him. "Was I worth the money you paid?"

"You were worth every cent, sugar," he said, with a grin.

"I'm glad you're satisfied," Donna Joe said.

She didn't even wait for the man to leave, and quickly went into the bathroom. She turned the water on as hot as she could get it and stepped inside. She felt tired and dirty. Yes, she had enjoyed it, but she shuddered when she thought of being paid for like merchandise. It made her feel cheap. She liked fucking, but only fucking for fun. She didn't want to think of herself as a whore, and the thought of Bo getting money bothered her.

She heard her door open and sighed. Who the hell was it this time? Maybe some other man that Bo had decided to send to her? This was getting crazy. She couldn't dance all night and fuck too. She had to rest sometime!

She was angry as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She was ready to cuss somebody out, even if it was Tank. She was taken by surprise when she saw the stunning redhead. The one who had taken her place on the dance table.

"Ummmm," the redhead said. "I knew you were nice-looking, but you're better than I expected."

She looked at Donna Joe.

For some reason it made Donna Joe nervous to have the redhead look at her while naked. Donna Joe often had dozens of men watching her, but it was strange when the redhead looked in exactly the same way.

"You don't know me," the redhead said. "My name's Ellen Thomas. I work here too."

Donna Joe picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself. She nodded as she pushed her way past the redhead into the dressing room. Ellen followed her.

"I just came in to tell you that you're off for the rest of the evening. Bo thinks you've earned your money."

"That's sweet of him," Donna Joe said sarcastically.

"Hey." Ellen put a comforting hand on Donna Joe's bare shoulder. "Don't take it so hard. Sometimes you have to put out a little to keep the clients happy."

"I'm not a whore," Donna Joe said.

"Shit," Ellen said. "We're all whores, honey. Some of us do it for marriage, for love or for money, but it all amounts to the same thing. We're all whores."

Donna Joe felt a little nervous about being even half-naked in front of the redhead. She shouldn't have, as the redhead was nearly as naked.

The redhead was gorgeous. She looked as though she had been around for a while. Her tits were smaller than Donna Joe's, but they were higher and more pointed. Her stomach was flat and her panties were even smaller than Donna Joe's.

Donna Joe found herself admiring the redhead's lush body.

"I don't believe that," Donna Joe said. "Not really."

"You just haven't been around long enough, sugar. You'll learn. You'll really learn if you stay around here."

There was something friendly about the redhead, and Donna Joe felt herself relax a little. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs.

"You look tired," the redhead said sympathetically.

"I feel like I've been run over by a big truck," Donna Joe agreed.

"I know just what will help you," Ellen said. She left the room and was gone for a few minutes, but then returned with two full glasses of a clear liquid that had fruit floating on top.

"This will make you feel much better," Ellen said.

"What is it?" Donna Joe asked.

"It's my own invention. Try it. I know you'll love it. It's just the thing for a tired body."

Donna Joe took the drink. She sipped it and found that it wasn't anything like she'd expected. The drink was sweet-tasting and very delicious. She could feel the alcohol warming her body.

"Ummm," she said. "That is kind of nice." "I know something else that is nice," the redhead said. "A nice rubbing wouldn't do you any harm. It keeps the muscles from cramping up."

"I don't know about that," she said.

"Come on, hon," Ellen said. "It'll help you loosen [missing text]."

Donna Joe reluctantly agreed. She wasn't sure what the redhead had in mind, but she was sure that a massage would feel nice. She stretched out on her stomach on the couch. Ellen sat beside her and Donna Joe felt Ellen's warm fingers brush her back.

"I'll be back in a minute," Ellen said.

Donna Joe remained on her belly for the few minutes that Ellen was gone, then heard footsteps and felt the warm fingers again.

"Ummm," Donna Joe said. "That does feel nice."

Ellen had some kind of oil on her fingers and was rubbing it all over Donna Joe's back. Donna Joe could feel a tingling warmth in her muscles. Ellen had good hands. She knew how to rub Donna Joe in just the right way to ease the tension.

"You're so tense," Ellen said. "You should learn to relax a little more while you're dancing. Kind of let your body flow with the music. It's easier that way."

Ellen's hands felt so nice that Donna Joe didn't object when she felt those fingers cross her naked asscheeks. Ellen was right. The tension was slowly flowing out of her body, and she felt her muscles relax.

"You do have a beautiful body," Ellen said. "I can see why men like you."

Donna Joe was alarmed for the first time. Ellen was no longer rubbing her like a masseuse should. Ellen's hands had suddenly turned greedy, and they touched Donna Joe's body like a man would touch her.

"It's time to turn over," Ellen whispered.

"I think you've done enough," Donna Joe said. "I feel better now."

"There's no sense in stopping with half a massage," Ellen said. "It's time for you to turn over."

Donna Joe felt Ellen's hands pull her over, and the towel dropped away. She was naked again and somehow couldn't protect herself.

"I think you'll like this," Ellen said as she put her hands on Donna Joe's big tits.

It felt dirty, obscene, but Donna Joe couldn't stop the hands. The feeling of shame was replaced by another feeling – a tingling she felt whenever a man touched her tits.

Donna Joe opened her eyes and looked into Ellen's face. Ellen had that familiar look of lust in her eyes. Donna Joe had never seen that look in another woman's eyes, but understood that Ellen wanted her.

"Oh, you should stop," Donna Joe pleaded. "You should stop that, please."

"You don't want me to stop," Ellen said. "You like it. See how your nipples are getting so big and hard. You know it makes you feel good."

"No," Donna Joe protested. "This is sick, really sick, I don't like it!"

Donna Joe tried to feel disgusted. She knew she should. She had enjoyed a lot of men but she just couldn't enjoy another woman. She wouldn't have any pride left. She caught at Ellen's hands, but Ellen jerked her arms away, her eyes glaring.

"Listen, you little bitch!" Ellen said. "You'd better get over this idea that your cunt is something precious. You're a cunt, just like the rest of us here. A cunt – nothing more! Now you relax and do what I Goddamned tell you!"