Used by the Ranch Foreman Free Use Erotica #3
"Oh god, Kayce, yes! Fuck me right here," Ella cheered loudly, her face twisted in a mask of total, ecstatic submission. Her sharp tongue and mean attitude toward the rest of the world were completely gone, replaced by a radiant, worshipful smile meant only for the man pounding her from behind.
Kayce didn't show her any mercy. He grabbed a handful of her hair, gently pulling her head back so she had to look over her shoulder at him, his dark eyes locked onto her flushing face.
"You wanted to be a toy, didn't you, Ella? You like being treated like a nasty slut while you're supposed to be working?"
"Yes! I'm your nasty slut! Use me whenever you want, Boss!" she squealed, her voice echoing lightly in the high-raftered barn.
He began a frantic, athletic rhythm, his heavy denim jeans bunched around his thighs as his pelvis slammed into her bare, round ass with a heavy, rhythmic slap-slap-slap.
Every deep, bone-crushing plunge smeared the lubrication from the night before all over her sensitive clit, driving her crazy.
She was completely at his mercy, pinned against the horse stall with her pants down, her bare pussy wide open and completely claimed by the foreman.
Suddenly, the crunch of boots on gravel sounded outside. The loud, laughing voices of Miller and a few other ranch hands approached the main stable doors.
"Hey Kayce! You in there? We need the keys to the tractor!" Miller called out, his voice loud and clear through the wooden walls. The heavy sliding door of the stable jiggled as someone tried to pull it open.
Kayce froze instantly, his massive 9 inch cock buried deep inside her wet womb, his broad, sweating chest pinning her back down. His heart hammered violently against her shoulder blades.
Ella’s smile only grew wider and more wicked.
The extreme danger of being caught bare-assed and bent over by the very cowboys she treated like dirt sent a violent, scorching spike of heat straight to her core.
She didn't stay still. She deliberately tilted her hips upward, using her tight internal walls to squeeze and milk his hard shaft, letting out a soft, delighted giggle.
"Shh, slut," Kayce whispered aggressively, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold his restraint while her pussy bucked against him.
"The side latch is locked, Miller! Check the tool shed!" Kayce yelled out toward the door, his voice steady but deep with exertion.
"Alright, Boss! Heading over there now!" Miller shouted back, and the footsteps finally receded across the dirt yard.
The moment the danger passed, Kayce completely lost his mind.
Driven by the massive rush of adrenaline, he yanked his cock almost entirely out of her, the dripping wet tip snagging on her swollen outer lips, before slamming back in with a primal, unrestrained fury.
He picked up a blinding, punishing pace, railing her into the wooden rail with no regard for the noise.
"You're my free use bitch now, Ella. Say it!" Kayce growled, his hands leaving deep red prints on her hips.
"I'm your free use bitch! I'm your whore, Kayce! Make a mess of me!" Ella screamed through her teeth, her head shaking with pure ecstasy.
The rapid, brutal friction against her engorged clit was the absolute breaking point.
A screaming, violent orgasm ripped through Ella’s core, her pussy clamping down on his shaft in violent, pulsing spasms as she squirted heavily across the wooden partition, drenching his pubic hair in hot, slick fluids.
The tight, milking contractions of her body instantly broke Kayce's remaining restraint.
He let out a low, guttural roar, his body locking up as he delivered one final, bone deep thrust, shooting thick cum deep inside her pussy.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, his heavy forehead resting against her neck as they both breathed hard in the dim light of the stable.
Ella lay over the rail, her legs trembling from the intensity, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever as she felt his warm seed leaking out of her and sliding down her inner thighs.
"Get cleaned up and get back to work, slut," Kayce panted softly, pulling his cock free with a wet click, slapping her ass gently as he fastened his jeans.
"Yes, Boss," Ella whispered happily, kissing his cheek with absolute adoration. She pulled her jeans up, completely unbothered by the thick mess of cum dripping down her leg, ready for whatever random claim he had planned next.
The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the vast, rolling pastures of the Blackwood Ranch, baking the tall mountain grass and sending waves of heat shimmering off the horizon.
Ella stood near the back of the heavy flatbed trailer, sweating through her sleeveless flannel shirt as she stacked heavy, rough blocks of mineral salt for the cattle.
Under her tight denim jeans, she was completely bare.
Her pussy was still incredibly tender and hyper-sensitive from the morning session in the stables, and the friction of her clothing with every step kept her in a constant state of agonizing arousal.
She was completely focused on her work, her arms glistening with sweat as she lifted another heavy block.
A few hundred yards away, the rest of the ranch hands were busy branding calves near the main corral, their distant shouts and the crackle of the wood fire barely audible over the afternoon breeze.
Suddenly, the low, powerful rumble of a diesel engine broke the quiet. Kayce’s heavy-duty ranch truck kicked up a thick cloud of dust as it rolled to a stop right alongside the flatbed.
Kayce stepped out of the cab, his broad shoulders throwing a long shadow over her.
He looked rugged and dominant in his dust-coated canvas vest and cowboy hat, his dark eyes instantly locking onto the tight curve of her denim-clad ass as she bent over the trailer.
He didn't say a single word. He walked straight up to the flatbed, grabbed Ella by the waist with his massive, calloused hands, and spun her around.
"Kayce," Ella breathed, an instant, radiant smile breaking across her face. Her eyes shone with absolute adoration as she looked up at her foreman. "The guys are just over the ridge—"
"I don't give a damn about the guys," Kayce growled, his deep, commanding voice vibrating through her chest.
He grabbed the front of her sleeveless shirt, pulling her close until his belt buckle bruised her stomach.
"The agreement says 24/7, Ella. I've been watching you work that ass all morning from the ridge, and right now, my cock needs to be inside you."
He didn't waste time with gentleness. Kayce grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her right onto the flatbed trailer, scattering her tools onto the wooden planks.
He aggressively unbuckled her belt and yanked her jeans down to her knees, exposing her smooth, toned thighs and her bare, swollen pussy to the bright glare of the midday sun.
Her pink slit was already dripping a thick, glistening trail of slick lubrication, completely ready for him.
"Look at you," Kayce muttered, a dangerous smirk on his lips as he ripped his own jeans open. His massive, nine-inch cock sprang free, fully engorged, thick as a brick and pulsing violently with a heavy purple vein. "Out in the open pasture, and you’re already weeping like a nasty slut."
"I am your nasty slut, Kayce! I’ve been horny for you all day!"
Ella cheered, her voice full of genuine delight as she leaned back against a stack of salt blocks.
She happily hooked her long legs over his broad shoulders, spreading her dripping pussy wide open under the open sky. "Claim it, Boss! Take your toy!"
Kayce stepped between her thighs, the heavy head of his dick smearing against her wet clit before he delivered one powerful, athletic thrust, burying his entire shaft to the hilt inside her tight pussy.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Kayce!" Ella shrieked, her hands flying to the metal side rails of the trailer to anchor herself as he began a brutal, unrelenting pace.
She quickly bit her lip, her eyes wide with a thrilling mix of excitement and taboo as she looked past his shoulders at the open space around them.
Anyone riding over the ridge would see everything, but the danger only fueled her ecstasy.
The rhythm Kayce set was fast and punishing.
He leaned over her, his heavy, rugged frame pinning her down against the rough wood of the trailer as his hips hammered into her with a rhythmic, loud slap-slap-slap.
Every deep plunge made the heavy truck and trailer sway on their suspensions.
Ella was in absolute heaven. A permanent, ecstatic smile was fixed on her lips as she took every single inch of his monstrous girth, her internal walls stretching to their absolute limit.
"You like taking your boss's big cock while you're out on the clock, don't you, Ella?" Kayce panted, baring his teeth as his pubic bone violently slammed into hers.
"I love it! I love being used by you! Fuck your whore harder!" Ella screamed, her face twisted in a mask of total, joyful submission. She reached down, her own fingers finding her engorged clit, rubbing it in frantic circles to match his punishing pace.
Suddenly, the distant crackle of a walkie-talkie clipped to Kayce’s vest chirped to life. It was Miller's voice, sounding clear and frustratingly close. "Kayce, you copy? We’re heading up the north trail with the herd now. Should be passing your coordinates in about five minutes."
Kayce didn't pull out. He stayed buried deep inside her womb, his heavy chest heaving as he reached down with one hand, pressing the talk button without breaking eye contact with his smiling hand.
"Copy that, Miller. Keep 'em moving," Kayce growled into the radio, his voice steady despite the thick strain of exertion.
Ella’s smile grew downright wicked. Looking up at him with unblinking adoration, she didn't panic.
Instead, she slowly and deliberately tilted her pelvis upward, using her tight internal muscles to violently squeeze and milk his hard shaft while they waited.
The intense risk of the herd and the cowboys appearing at any second sent a burning, electric wave of heat straight to her core.