Ellie was twenty-two, all long legs and sun-browned skin from working the fields since she could walk. She lived on her daddy’s spread outside town, and most days she wore nothing but cutoff shorts and a thin tank top that stuck to her tits when she sweated. She liked it that way. The heat, the dirt, the way men looked at her when she bent over to check the fence.
One afternoon a new hand showed up. Jake, thirty, built like he split logs for fun. He caught her in the barn, alone, stacking bales. She had her back to him, shorts riding up so the bottom of her ass cheeks showed. He didn’t say hello. He just walked up, grabbed her hips, and yanked her shorts down to her knees.
“Been watching that ass all morning,” he said, voice low and rough. “You want it or not?”
Ellie didn’t answer with words. She spread her feet, arched her back, and pushed her bare pussy toward him. Already wet. He spat on his fingers, rubbed her slit once, then shoved two fingers inside. She grunted, pushed back harder.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “Do it.”
Jake unzipped, pulled out a thick cock already leaking. He lined up and drove in with one hard thrust. Ellie’s hands clawed the hay bale. No slow build, no sweet talk. Just the wet slap of skin and the creak of old wood as he pounded her from behind. Her tits swung under the tank top. Sweat ran down her spine. Every stroke hit deep, stretching her open.
He reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles. “Come on this dick, country girl. Let me feel it.”
She came quick and loud, pussy clenching around him, juices running down her thighs. Jake didn’t stop. He kept fucking through it, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. When he was close he pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees. She opened her mouth and took him to the back of her throat. He held her head and fucked her face until he shot thick ropes down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licked him clean, then stood up and pulled her shorts back on like nothing happened.
They kept at it all summer. Mornings in the hayloft, afternoons bent over the tractor seat, nights out by the creek where she rode him under the stars. She liked it when he called her a dirty little farm slut. She liked it even more when he bent her over the tailgate of his truck and spanked her ass red while he fucked her.
One night after a long day baling hay, they ended up in the old milking shed. Ellie stripped naked on the concrete floor, got on all fours, and looked back at him.
“Use me,” she said. “I don’t want gentle.”
Jake dropped his jeans, spit on his cock, and pushed into her ass. She hissed at the burn but pushed back until he was balls-deep. He fucked her ass slow at first, then harder, reaching under to finger her pussy at the same time. Ellie came again, shaking, forehead on the floor, moaning like an animal. Jake pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and fucked her pussy until he filled her up. Cum leaked out of her when he finally pulled free.
They didn’t talk much after.
Just cleaned up, got dressed, and went back to work. But every time she walked past him in the fields, she knew he was thinking about the next time he’d bend her over and take what he wanted. And she knew she’d let him.
By fall the harvest was in and Jake moved on to another job. Ellie never asked him to stay. She just watched his truck disappear down the dirt road, then went back to the barn, already wet at the thought of who might show up next to fuck her just as hard.
