J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

Donna Joe knew she could have made a better deal. She didn't have to put herself so completely in this man's power, but she wanted to. She wanted this man to take complete responsibility for her. The only thing she would have to worry about was making him happy, and she was willing to try anything.

"Please," Donna Joe begged softly.

"Damn," Dave said. "You sure know how to get to a man. All right, cunt, but the moment you fuck up you're out on your ass! My woman gives me no bullshit."

"I promised you," she said. "I'll keep my word. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. All I want is someone who will take care of me, a strong man. No bullshit!"

"I guess I could take care of you," Dave said. "I've got a nice little apartment and it needs a woman's touch, a woman who knows how to be very nice to a man."

Donna Joe rose from the edge of the bed and dropped the towel she was wearing to the floor. She arched her body toward him like a slave offered herself for the market. She had never been so proud of her lush looks.

"Don't you think I can take care of you?" she whispered.

Dave suddenly looked pained, and he rubbed the front of his trousers again. She could see his big bulge and knew it had to be uncomfortable for him.

"Damn, bitch," he said. "Get your clothes on. You're driving me nuts and we don't have time for a fuck."

"We don't have to fuck," Donna Joe said. "I told you I know how to take care of you."

Donna dropped to her knees and put her arms around his waist. She pulled him close and pressed her lips against his crotch, kissing the large bulge though his trousers. She felt his prick grow hard and thick.

"Jesus," Dave moaned. "We don't have time for this, Goddamn it!"

"We have time," Donna Joe assured him. "I'm very good. We have all the time we need." She knew the tables were turned when he couldn't seem to stop her from doing as she wanted. She unzipped his trousers and slipped her hot little hand inside, maneuvering his thick cock though the opening in his shorts and out of his trousers.

"Ummmmm," she said. "You have such a fat-looking cock. I think I love it more than any cock I've ever seen."

Strangely enough, it was true – there was something special about his big cock. She held it in her fingers and pressed her lips gently against the thick, purplish head. She felt shivers course through his body at the touch of her lips.

"Hold my tits," she said. "It'll make you hotter. It'll make you shoot off quicker."

She had learned a lot about men in a short time. She sensed his growing excitement as he cupped her big tits and began stroking them as she worked on his cock.

She held her hair back with one hand while she kissed and licked the bloated tip of his cock-meat. He tasted good. His salty come stained her lips but she didn't mind.

She held his prick to one side and licked the entire length of it. She would have liked to be able to lick his balls, but she couldn't do that without taking his trousers down.

Instead she licked his thick cock until it reddened and glistened with her saliva. Then she moved her tongue up and around his hot crown and began to tongue it wildly. She felt him shiver as he moved his hands from her tits to the back of her head.

"Oh shit, baby," he said. "Suck it. Suck my hot cock! Come on and suck it!"

She teased him with her tongue until she felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. Only then did she slowly suck the bloated crown into her lips. Her tongue rubbed over the sensitive ridge as she slowly sucked his hot cock deep into her throat.

"Ahhhhh Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus. Your sweet mouth feels so fucking fine."

She had reached the point where she not only loved sucking cock, she was fast becoming an expert at it. She felt his cockhead press against the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat muscles and felt his prick push deeper, as deep as possible. She felt the material of his trousers rub against her face.

"Christ!" Dave yelled. "You whore! You've got my whole fucking cock in your mouth!"

She tasted his cream as she moved her head back and forth. His thick, salty-tasting cock filled her mouth, and she used her teeth to nip him gently.

"Faster, bitch," he grunted. "Faster. Suck my cock! Faster!"

She had him very excited now, so excited that he wasn't worried about getting to work on time. She rapidly moved her head back and forth, using every trick she'd ever learned about sucking cock. He knew that he no longer had to hold her head and put his hands back on her big, round tits. She felt him squeeze her tightly as she sucked.

"It feels so good," Dave gasped. "Your mouth feels so Goddamned good!"

His cock swelled in her lips and she began to suck harder. She felt the first few drops leak down the back of her throat.

"Shit," Dave grunted. "I'm going to come. I'm going to blow my wad down your throat! Shit, it feels so good! Feels good! Feels so fucking goooood!" He drove his prick deep in her throat one last time, and she felt him shudder violently as his hot cock began to pump his cock cream into her mouth. She swallowed the thick, creamy juice like she needed it to survive.

She didn't release him when the last of his prick cream had emptied into her mouth, but kept licking at his cock until she had completely cleaned him.

"God," Dave groaned. "God!"

"I told you I knew what to do," she said.

"You sure did, baby," he said. "You sure as hell did!"

The new apartment Dave rented was big and expensive-looking, but it was still a man's apartment.

"It could use same cleaning," Donna Joe said.

"Yeah," Dave said. "I guess it could."

She felt Dave watching her as she moved around the room. Much of Dave's interest had to do with the outfit she wore. They had gone shopping in the last town where the bus stopped. Dave had picked out her clothes.

She now wore a short black skirt that was slitted almost to her crotch, high-heeled black shoes and a lacy white blouse without a bra. The outfit was enough to turn the head of every man they could meet.

"That outfit makes your ass look fantastic," Dave said.

She knew that Dave was hinting. She had told Dave her entire story on the long bus ride, and had left out nothing. She wanted him to know everything, including the part where four men had assaulted her ass. That interested Dave. He admitted that he had never fucked a woman's asshole before.

"Yes," Dave said, licking his lips. "Your ass wiggling like that looks fantastic!"

"Well," Donna Joe said. "What are you going to do about it?"

She remembered the pain she'd had with the four men and hoped that Dave would make it different. Besides, she'd promised Dave anything he wanted, so she couldn't protest when he made this first request. She would give him her ass if that was what he wanted.

"Do you mean it?" Dave asked.

"I promised you anything you wanted," Donna Joe said. "You just tell me."

Dave grinned as he walked to her and put his arms around her. He kissed her and stabbed his tongue between her lips. He rubbed his body against her and she felt his hard cock as it throbbed in his trousers.

He moved his hands down her back and cupped her round asscheeks.

"Ummmmm," she said, wiggling a little closer to him. "You've got nice hands."

"And you've got a great ass," Dave groaned.

He pulled up her skirt until he had it above her waist. His hands slipped inside her panties and touched her bare skin, his fingers worming their way between her asscheeks.

"Please don't hurt me," Donna Joe begged.

"I wouldn't hurt you, baby," Dave promised her. "I'll take it nice and easy."

Donna Joe didn't believe that. She knew what could happen when Dave got carried away. She readied herself for the worst. She wasn't going to back down.

She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, but he grew so excited that he had to push her away.