J. Watson - Farm girl in heat

"Ahhhhhh yessss," she sighed. "That's what I needed. That's what I like. A big cock in my cunt. I like cock!"

"I can't believe it," he said. "I'm fucking you. I'm actually fucking you!"

"You sure are," she said sweetly. "You're fucking my ass off!"

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back, and his big cock slid into her cunt a little deeper. She giggled as she sensed how crazy he was becoming as he drove his prick into her as quickly as he could.

She felt a growing warmth in her belly and knew it was going to happen again. There was nothing sweeter than being fucked. She loved the feel of a man splitting her in half with his cock, completely dominating her with his prick.

"You sweet little bitch," he moaned. "Sweet little bitch. Your pussy feels so good!"

"Fuck me good," she groaned. "Oh yes, fuck me good. Show me what you can do with your prick."

She was glad she had already sucked him dry. She knew he wouldn't have been able to last long if she hadn't. His prick felt like he hadn't used it in years, and perhaps he hadn't. It was a damned waste, especially when she knew there were so many girls like her who lived for fucking.

She felt the first pleasure spasm shoot up her back and began squeezing her cunt muscles against his thrusting cock. She knew she was getting wetter with his every thrust.

"I'm going to come," she moaned. "Oh God, I'm going to come! I like your cock. I like your cock. I love your cock! AIEEEEEEEE!"

This climax was even better than the one she'd had with her father. She felt as if her body were splitting in half. She wiggled her tits against him and more delicious spasms went through her.

"I love it," he moaned. "I love your pussy. I'm going to fucking come!"

"Spill it on my belly," she begged. "I want to feel it on my skin!"

He looked at her in surprise, but did as she asked. He gave another hot thrust inside her cunt and then pulled his cock out quickly. She could actually see the first spurts of his hot jism erupt over her shivering belly. She put her fingers in the thick juice and rubbed it all over her belly and tits.

"Oh my God," Edward groaned. "What are you? I've never met anyone like you!"

"And you never will again," Donna Joe told him.

Donna Joe was surprised. She'd thought she would be able to stay with Edward Cross for a while. She'd thought that she had him tied around her little finger, but she was wrong. True, he lusted after her, but he was frightened by what people might say if she stayed with him.

The fright won out, so early the next morning Edward Cross gave her ten dollars and hurried her to the bus station. She was still in a daze as she watched his truck leave.

She got on the bus but still wasn't sure what she should do. She had only ten dollars, and she knew that wouldn't last for long. Maybe she could get a job somewhere, but she knew that would be hard.

She hadn't noticed the name of the town where the bus had stopped, but it didn't matter. It was a lot like the town she'd just left, or at least she thought so at first.

She noticed that there was something different about it. It had a few places that her town would have never allowed, such as topless bars and strip joints along the main street. Her town was much too "good" to allow anything like that.

Donna Joe began to feel that this might be where she belonged. The signs out in front of the strip joints advertised big, healthy-looking girls wearing very little clothing. Donna Joe compared her body to the signs and thought she might have a chance.

She walked into the first place she had seen. There was a single girl dancing on a table, and Donna Joe caught her breath. The girl was dark-haired and dressed only in a pair of tight panties and two small pasties that covered her big tits.

Well, that was what she had expected, she thought as she made her way through the crowded room to the bar. The bartender looked up at her in surprise.

"Please," she said. "Where can I find the manager?"

"The manager is Bo Kelly. You'll find him in the back office counting his money."

She made her way to the back of the place and knocked on the office door. A rough voice told her to come in. She stepped inside and saw a heavy man dressed in shorts and an undershirt, counting the evening's money.

"What do you want?" he asked without looking up.

"Please, Mr. Kelly," she said. "I thought I might come to ask for a job."

"Ain't no jobs," he said. Then he looked up and saw her, and his mouth dropped open.

"Hold on," he said. "Don't leave so fast."

"You said there weren't any jobs," she said.

"Maybe I spoke too fast," he said. "Maybe I can find something for a pretty girl like you. Why don't you shut the door and come on in, honey?"

She didn't like the tone of the man's voice, and she didn't like the man. Her first nervous thought was that she should run like a rabbit from a hungry fox, but she shrugged her shoulders, stepped inside and shut the door. There was no use putting it off. Sooner or later she would have to make a deal with some man like this one.

"You're a pretty thing," Bo said. "Good, healthy looks. Turn around."

He made her feel like a doll on display as she did a turn for him. He licked his lips when she turned toward him again and knew what was going to happen in that room in the next few minutes. She knew what kind of deal she was going to have to make to get her job. Oddly enough, she didn't care – she was long past feeling ashamed of what she did with her young body.

"Lock the door," Bo said, winking his eye.

She gave him a knowing look as she turned to lock the door. She had to admit that there was something wickedly exciting about this situation. It was something she'd never dreamed she'd find herself doing. Only bad girls did things like this.

"What do you want now?" she asked.

"Well," Bo said slowly. He hesitated, and for the first time looked a little ill at ease. "This is a strip joint. If I hire you, I got to know what I'm getting for my money."

"You mean you want me to take my clothes off?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. Bo looked as though he didn't really believe she would do it. He looked shocked as she undid her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her big tits poked toward him.

"My God," Bo whispered, "you really got a pair on you, baby!"

She didn't answer as she slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She rolled her panties down her long, slender legs and kicked them off. She stood naked before him and let him take a good, long look. She saw his eyes move from her big tits to the thick patch of cunt hair between her creamy legs, then back again.

"Am I good enough?" she finally asked.

"Honey," Bo said, "you're too good. I think we should set you up for some private performances. A girl with a body like yours doesn't have to worry about dancing. All you got to do is show it."

"Then you're going to hire me?" Donna Joe asked.

Donna Joe saw a hungry look come to his face. She'd known it wasn't going to be that easy. She was going to have to do more than just take off her clothes. She knew she wasn't going to be able to leave that room without having his cock between her legs.

"Well, it's not that easy," Bo said. "I mean, I have some other things to consider before I give you a job. I mean, you just walked in off the street. There are certain things we have to know about one another."

"I think I know what kind of things you want to know," Donna Joe said softly.

Donna Joe could feel her heart pounding. She sounded braver than she felt, but understood that it was a completely different world she was living in now.

Bo smiled as she waked toward him. She kissed him on the mouth and felt his fat tongue stab against hers. She felt his hand grab one of her tits, squeezing gently and rubbing the nipple with his thumb.