The new ranch hand showed up at dawn looking for work, but Jake had other plans the second he saw her ass in those tight jeans. He hired her on the spot, tossed her a pitchfork, and told her to start mucking stalls. By midday the sun was beating down hard and sweat soaked through her tank top, nipples poking out clear as day. Jake watched from the barn door, cock already half-hard behind his zipper.
“Break time,” he called. She dropped the fork and wiped her forehead. “You always stare this much, boss?”
“Only when the view’s worth it.” He stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and grabbed her by the belt loops, yanking her close. “You want the job or you want to get fucked?”
She answered by dropping to her knees on the straw and yanking his belt open. His cock sprang out thick and veined, already leaking. She wrapped her hand around the base and licked the head slow, then swallowed half of it in one go. Jake groaned and fisted her ponytail, fucking her mouth in short thrusts until spit ran down her chin.
“Stand up,” he ordered. He spun her around, bent her over a hay bale, and ripped her jeans down to her knees. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already slick. Two fingers shoved inside without warning, pumping hard. She moaned and pushed back against his hand.
“Fuck me already,” she said.
Jake lined up and drove in balls-deep on the first thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping him like a fist. He didn’t ease in; he fucked her rough, hips slapping against her ass, the hay bale scraping forward with every stroke. Her tits bounced out of her tank top and he reached around to pinch both nipples hard. She cursed and came on his cock, pussy pulsing.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bale, and shoved back in. Legs over his shoulders, he pounded her deep, watching his cock disappear into her wet cunt again and again. Sweat dripped off his chest onto her stomach.
She reached down and rubbed her clit fast until she came again, louder this time, thighs shaking.
Jake wasn’t done. He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours on the dirt floor, and sank back into her from behind. One hand gripped her hip; the other reached under to slap her clit. The wet sound of his cock slamming into her filled the barn. He leaned over her back, teeth on her shoulder, and growled, “Gonna fill this pussy up.”
She pushed back harder. “Do it. Breed me right here.”
He slammed in one last time and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep. He stayed buried until every drop was inside her, then pulled out slow so she could feel it leak down her thighs.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then she looked over her shoulder, smirking. “Same time tomorrow, boss?”
Jake grinned, already tucking his cock away. “Make it tonight. I got a saddle you can ride instead.”
