Used by the Ranch Foreman Free Use Erotica #5
"I don’t give a damn about the storm. I’ve been thinking about this tight little pussy all morning, and right now, I’m claiming it."
He didn't waste time with gentleness. Kayce grabbed her hips, lifting her up slightly and slamming her back against the tall stack of rubber tires.
He unbuckled her belt and yanked her damp denim shorts down to her ankles, completely exposing her smooth, toned thighs and her bare, glistening pussy to the dim light of the shed.
Her pink slit was already dripping a heavy trail of slick juices, pulsing with pure, raw hunger for him.
"Look at you," Kayce muttered, a dangerous, dominant 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 work shed, and you're already weeping like a nasty whore."
"I am your nasty whore, Kayce! Use me right here!"
Ella cheered, her voice full of genuine delight as her face twisted in a mask of total, joyful submission.
She happily bent forward over the tires, pushing her round, bare ass high into the air and spreading her dripping pussy wide open for him. "Take it, Boss! Ruin your toy!"
Kayce stepped up behind her, his massive hands gripping her hips with an iron hold. Without an ounce of hesitation, he delivered a powerful, athletic thrust from behind, burying his entire nine-inch shaft to the hilt inside her tight, aching pussy in one deep, unyielding plunge.
"Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Kayce!" Ella shrieked, her voice swallowed by the thunder rattling the metal roof outside.
The rhythm Kayce set was brutal, fast, and completely unrelenting.
He hammered into her from behind, his pubic bone slamming against her glutes with a heavy, rhythmic slap-slap-slap that shook the rack of iron chains hanging beside them.
Every deep, bone-crushing plunge stretched her internal walls to their absolute capacity.
Ella was in absolute heaven, her permanent, ecstatic smile fixed on her lips as she took every single inch of his youthful aggression under the dim rafters.
"You like being my free-use property while the storm rages outside, don't you, Ella?" Kayce panted, baring his teeth as his hands moved to her waist, lifting her slightly to drive even deeper into her womb.
"Yes! I'm your property, Kayce! Fuck your slut harder!" Ella cried out, her head shaking with pure ecstasy as she offered him every millimeter of her tight, stretching internal walls.
Suddenly, the side door of the shed rattled. The shadow of a ranch hand appeared against the frosted glass window, and Miller’s voice cut through the sound of the rain. "Hey Kayce! You in there? The main barn roof is leaking, we need the heavy-duty tarps from the back shelf!"
Kayce froze instantly, his massive cock buried deep inside her wet womb, his heavy, muscular chest heaving silently against her bare back. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her shoulder blades. His heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
Ella’s smile only grew wider and more wicked.
Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes locked with his in unblinking adoration.
The extreme danger of being caught bare-assed and bent over by the hands sent a burning, electric wave of heat straight to her clit.
She didn't panic, and she didn't tell him to move.
Instead, she slowly and deliberately tilted her pelvis, using her incredibly tight, well-trained internal muscles to violently squeeze and milk his hard shaft while they stayed perfectly still.
"Tarps are in the truck bed outside, Miller! Take the keys from the ignition!" Kayce yelled back, his voice remarkably steady despite the thick strain of exertion and the intense squeezing of her pussy.
"Alright, Boss! Got it!" Miller shouted back, and his shadow quickly disappeared into the downpour.
The moment the danger passed, Kayce completely lost control.
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, animalistic fury.
He picked up a violent, blinding pace, railing her against the tractor tires with absolute disregard for restraint.
"You're my free-use bitch, Ella! Say it!" Kayce growled, his hand gripping her hair to pull her head back.
"I'm your free-use bitch, Kayce! I'm all yours! Fill me up!" Ella screamed through her teeth, her smile radiant.
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 pulsing, electric waves as she squirted heavily against his thighs, drenching his pubic hair in hot, slick fluids.
The tight, pulsing 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, hot ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.
He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, his sweaty forehead resting against her neck as they both breathed heavily in the shadows of the shed.
Ella lay over the tires, her legs trembling from the intensity, but her smile was as bright and triumphant as ever as she felt his warm seed completely filling her up.
"Clean yourself up and finish the chains, 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 as she felt his warm, heavy seed leaking down her thighs. "I can't wait for the next time."
The long, brutal summer season at the Blackwood Ranch had finally come to an end, and the high mountain pastures were dusting with the first frost of autumn.
The cattle had been driven down from the ridges, the winter feed was stacked high, and the rest of the ranch hands had headed into town to celebrate a successful harvest.
But back in the quiet isolation of the foreman’s cabin, the heat was completely unhinged.
Ella stood near the center wooden table, a wide, radiant smile lighting up her face in the amber shadow of the lantern light.
Under her unbuttoned denim shirt and short work skirt, she was completely bare, her pussy overflowing with a thick, slick wetness that had been building all afternoon.
The Free Use Agreement had completely redefined her entire existence over the last few months, turning her from a fierce, guarded ranch hand into a totally compliant, ecstatic outlet for her rugged foreman.
Tonight was the final night before winter shutdown, and she was ready to give him the ultimate, boundary-free submission.
The heavy wooden cabin door clicked open, and Kayce walked in from the biting cold.
He looked like an absolute king of the territory, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his heavy canvas vest dusted with light snow.
His jeans were already slung low on his hips, and his massive, nine-inch cock was fully erect, throbbing violently in the warm air of the cabin, thick as a brick and engorged with pure, dominant adrenaline.
"You ready for your final seasonal evaluation, Hand?" Kayce growled, a dangerous, dominant smirk on his lips as he slammed the deadbolt shut behind him.
"I’ve been waiting for you all night, Kayce," Ella cheered, her voice ringing with absolute adoration.
She happily giggled as she reached up, sliding her denim shirt off her shoulders and letting it drop to the floorboards, exposing her full, firm breasts.
Her nipples were rock-hard, pointing straight at him.
"Look at how horny you make your toy. Your nasty slut is completely ready for you."