Used by the Ranch Foreman Free Use Erotica #4
The second the radio went silent, Kayce completely lost his restraint.
Driven by the massive rush of adrenaline, he picked up a blinding, frantic pace, railing her into the flatbed with an animalistic fury.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her face close to his as he bottomed out with every single stroke.
"You're my free use property, Ella! Say it!" he growled.
"I'm your property, Kayce! I'm your free-use whore! Fill me up!" Ella screamed through her teeth, her body shaking.
The rapid friction was overwhelming. A screaming, violent orgasm tore through Ella’s core, her pussy clamping down on his shaft in pulsing, electric waves as she squirted heavily across his thighs.
The tight, milking contractions of her body were the breaking point for the rugged foreman.
Kayce let out a low, guttural roar, his muscles locking up as he delivered one final, bone-deep thrust, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, his sweaty forehead resting against her shoulder as they both breathed hard under the hot sun.
Ella lay on the trailer, her legs still twitching from the intensity, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever as she felt his warm seed completely filling her up.
The sun had dipped below the mountains, and the main dining hall of the Blackwood Ranch was alive with the clinking of silverware, heavy laughter, and the loud chatter of the hungry crew devouring their dinner.
But in the main ranch house kitchen, just a single swinging door away from the bustling hands, the atmosphere was thick with a completely different kind of hunger.
Ella stood by the oversized stainless-steel prep table, tasked with cleaning up the heavy iron skillets.
Under her short denim work skirt, she was completely bare, her pussy still hypersensitive, swollen, and weeping a slow, hot trail of slick lubrication down her inner thighs from the afternoon pasture session.
She was a total, compliant slave to the Free Use Agreement, and the absolute thrill of being claimed at any second had her nerves wound tight as a piano wire.
Suddenly, the heavy wooden back door of the kitchen creaked open, and Kayce stepped inside.
He had bypassed the dining hall completely.
He looked rugged and imposing, his broad shoulders filling out his flannel shirt, his dark eyes locked onto Ella with an unhinged wave of testosterone.
He didn't say a word. He walked straight over to her, grabbed the iron skillet from her hands, and slammed it down onto the counter.
"Kayce," Ella breathed, an instant, radiant smile lighting up her face. Her eyes shone with absolute adoration as she looked up at her foreman. "The guys are just on the other side of that door..."
"The agreement says whenever I want, slut," Kayce growled, his deep, commanding voice dropping to a low rumble that made her pussy twitch with a fresh spike of lust. "I don't give a fuck who's on the other side of that door. Right now, your boss needs to put his big cock inside something tight."
He grabbed her by the waist with his massive, calloused hands and hoisted her right onto the stainless-steel table, scattering mixing bowls and utensils onto the floor with a loud clatter.
Ella didn't protest; she let out a delighted, breathless giggle, immediately leaning back on her elbows.
She happily hooked her long, smooth legs over his broad shoulders, spreading her bare, swollen pussy wide open under the harsh fluorescent kitchen lights.
"Look at me, Kayce," Ella cheered, her face twisted in a mask of pure, ecstatic submission. "I'm already soaking wet for you. I’ve been dripping all through dinner waiting for you to come claim your toy."
Kayce’s eyes went dark as he looked at her glistening, pink slit, which was practically weeping a thick trail of juices onto the cold metal table.
He didn't waste time. He ripped his jeans open, and his massive, nine-inch cock sprang free, fully engorged, thick as a brick and pulsing violently with a thick purple vein.
He 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 voice echoing in the kitchen. She quickly slapped a hand over her own mouth, her eyes wide with a thrilling mix of fear and absolute ecstasy as she heard the cowboys laughing just inches away on the other side of the swinging door.
The rhythm Kayce set was brutal and unrelenting.
He leaned over her, his broad, heavy chest pinning her down against the prep table as his hips hammered into her with a rhythmic, wet slap-slap-slap.
Every deep, bone-crushing plunge made the stainless-steel table shake, the metal creaking under the strain, but Ella only smiled wider through the intense friction.
She loved the raw, youthful aggression of his movements, the sheer power of being used right in the middle of her workplace.
"You're such a dirty little slut, Ella," Kayce panted, baring his teeth as his pubic bone violently bruised hers. "Taking your foreman's big cock while the whole crew is eating right next door."
"Yes! I'm your slut, Kayce! Fuck your whore harder!" Ella whispered loudly, her smile radiant as she took every single inch of his monstrous girth. She reached down, her fingers frantically rubbing her own engorged clit to match his punishing pace, adding to the overwhelming sensory overload.
Suddenly, the swinging door nudged open a few inches. Miller’s voice called out over the din of the dining room. "Hey, Ella? We're running low on sweet tea out here, you got another pitcher?"
Kayce froze instantly, his massive cock buried deep inside her womb, his heavy, muscular body dripping sweat onto her bare breasts. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped animal.
Ella, however, just chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the muscles of his neck.
Her smile was downright wicked as she looked up at him with unblinking adoration.
She didn't tell him to pull out. Instead, she gently tilted her pelvis upward, using her internal walls to violently squeeze and milk his thick shaft while he stayed perfectly still inside her.
The sheer danger of the moment sent a burning, electric wave of heat straight to her clit.
"I'll bring it out in a minute, Miller!" Ella called out, her voice remarkably steady and sweet, though a breathless gasp clipped the end of her sentence as Kayce’s cock pulsed inside her.
"Alright, thanks, Ella," Miller muttered, and the swinging door clicked shut again.
The moment the door closed, Kayce completely lost his restraint.
Driven by the sheer 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 the pace until his hips were a blurred sprint of muscle and sweat, railing her into the steel table with no regard for the noise.
"You like being my free-use whore, don't you, Ella?" Kayce whispered aggressively, his hands gripping her hair to pull her face close to his.
"I love it, Kayce! I'm all yours! Make a mess of me!" Ella screamed through her teeth.
The intense friction against her internal walls and the brutal handling of her body pushed Ella straight over the edge.
A screaming, violent orgasm tore through her core, her pussy clamping down on his shaft in pulsing, electric waves as she squirted violently across the steel table, drenching his thighs in hot, slick fluids.
The tight, milking contractions of her body were too much for the rugged foreman to handle.
Kayce let out a low, guttural roar, his muscles locking up as he delivered one final, bone-deep thrust, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, his sweaty forehead resting against her shoulder as they both breathed hard in the quiet kitchen.
Ella lay on the table, kitchen towels scattered around her, her legs still twitching from the intensity, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever.
"You did so good, Boss," she whispered happily, kissing his cheek as she felt his warm seed leaking out of her.
A torrential afternoon downpour slammed against the metal roof of the main tool shed, the heavy sheets of rain creating a deafening roar that completely cut the structure off from the rest of the ranch. Inside, the air was cool, thick with the scent of motor oil, gasoline, and damp earth.
Ella stood near the back wall, trying to organize a heavy rack of iron chains and tractor parts.
Under her soaked denim shorts, she was completely bare.
Her pussy was fiercely swollen and hyper-sensitive from the kitchen encounter the night before, and the slow, consistent drip of her own slick lubrication was cooling against her inner thighs.
The Free Use Agreement had stripped away every ounce of her hesitation; she was a total, compliant plaything to the rugged foreman, and the constant anticipation of his claim had her body wound incredibly tight.
Suddenly, the heavy sliding door of the shed rolled open and slammed shut with a sharp, final thud.
Kayce stepped into the dim light, shaking the rainwater from his cowboy hat.
He didn't say a single word. His dark eyes locked onto Ella, burning with an unhinged wave of testosterone.
He marched straight down the narrow aisle of equipment, grabbed her by the waist with his massive, calloused hands, and spun her around against a stack of heavy tractor tires.
"Kayce," Ella breathed, an instant, radiant smile lighting up her face. Her eyes shone with absolute adoration as she looked up at her boss. "The storm has everyone coming back to the yard..."
"The agreement says whenever and wherever, slut," Kayce growled, his deep, commanding rumble vibrating against her chest.
He grabbed her shirt, pulling her flush against his broad, muscular frame.