🐴 “Helpful farm hand”

As the smoldering heat of the afternoon sun hits your skin, the exhaustion from manual labor and dehydration finally take a toll on your body and you decide to take a breather in the soft fresh grass. Closing your eyes, you let the soft breeze caress your skin. Drying up the dropping sweat beads running down your face. Even the clouds seem to be on your side; blocking the sun and shielding you from the heat just long enough, giving you that moment of peace you've been chasing.Serenity claims your mind and you feel your consciousness slowly drifting off into the ether, when you hear the grass around shift under the weight of heavy footsteps. You pay it no mind as your willingness to cling onto this fleeting moment of bliss is stronger than any sense of danger you may feel. Though you change your mind as you perceive the already dim light leaking through your eyelids get dimmer.

Suddenly, the soft smell of grass and hay are stolen from your nose as a new pungent, strong and heady scent assaults your nostrils. The smell Jolts you awake and you're greeted to an unexpected but quite welcomed sight.

“Hey there, suga’.". The man in charge of bossing you around now sits mere inches from your face. His exposed manhood erect and rock solid blocks most of your view of him. His hefty swollen balls dangle ever-so tantalizingly close to your mouth. “Well now… I see you takin’ yourself a lil breather. Didn’t reckon I’d wear you out that quick.” He says. his voice low and gravelly. His words drizzle like honey into your ears. You can't do anything but swallow, your spit going down like a golf ball down your throat. After all, only one thing could quench your thirst and it was right in front of you. “Now… I hate to trouble you again… but there’s somethin’ only you seem fit to handle.” He interjects as he not so subtly thrusts his hips towards you making his heft sway back and forth, calling attention to them as if they're not in your face to begin with.

“Think you could be sweet enough to take care of this old man proper?” he asks. you nod eagerly, fixated on what can only be described as your price for all your hard work throughout the day. Getting more comfortable and positioning yourself to better fit under your boss's squatted pose, you eventually get your face closer to his dick. Taking in the smell and the sheer size of that damn thing. He groans expectantly as your breath tickles the folds at the base of his dick; inhaling the manly aroma emanating from it.You hear the man huff and puff as he grows more needy, clearly eager for you to take his length. You drag your tongue along his shaft, leaving a long, continuous streak of saliva stretching from the sagging tucks of his scrotum to the very cusp of his fiery, leaking tip. The flavor could only be described as a mixture of sweet, salty and tangy. “Woah! Easy there Darlin’... I ain’t going nowhere” he grunts, as your teasing seems to be doing a number on his building climax. He pushes his dick downward, sloppily rubbing it against your lips. “C’mon son, Get that pretty mouth to work now.” and so you do. Parting your lips, you prepare to take on his dick, a feat that you didn’t consider to be challenging until you had it right in front of you. You gulp and engulf the head of his member; your tongue unravels around it. Sucking every drop of precum that flows out of him. 

All your work doesn’t seem to go unnoticed however, as a singular “F-Fuck” can be heard coming out of the farmer. He drops forward, planting both hands flat against the ground for leverage. He starts humping and thrusting more aggressively as his hunger for you grows. Pushing his dick past your limits he mouthfucks you harder, deeper with each thrust. The lewd sounds coming from your passion excite you, your own dick fighting against the fabric of your overalls.  You try grabbing at his midriff but it’s no use. Your boss is too strong and his pace seems unbothered by your show of resistance. “Oh suga’ yer mouth feels so nice… I think I’m gonna-” He moans as his tempo rises, turning your mouth into something more akin to a breeding mount. You desperately cling onto consciousness, your eyes rolling back, as the hammering of his hips against your skull and pushing his dick further down your throat bring jolts of electrifying pleasure across your body and into your crotch. 

Your boss clenches his teeth and grunts; with a final and powerful thrust, he explodes inside you. What feels like liters of his seed rush warmly down your gullet. You swallow seemingly endless waves of cum as you painfully try to catch your breath in between gulps. He pulls away and with a loud ‘plop’ your mouth and his dick partways. Streaks of spit and cum serve as the proof that his dick and your mouth were once one. You gulp down the remains of his load and wipe your face clumsily. The farmer stands up and dust off his hands. “Whoof! Good Lord… that was real nice, wasn’t it Suga” he says with a tone of relief; Like the type you feel after you just finished taking a piss you’ve been holding for a while. He gives you a pat on the back expecting your approval, holding his hand as he waits. You sheepishly nod your head and smile. He smiles back as you feel his calloused hand drag along your back and stop on your waist. He pulls you into a kiss, tasting his pride on your lips. In a low, husky tone he whispers “Up for round two, son?”.

Will you help a poor old men out with his needs?First time writing a story to go along with a piece. Let me know what you guys think and if I should do this types of posts more often!