I Lured the Shy Office Guy to My Farm for Raw, No-Limits Sex

I’d eyed him in town for months. That quiet office type, staring at my tits while I shopped or drove. Blonde, loud, curvy farm girl me, Martine. He fantasized, I knew it. Those piggish blue eyes of mine locked on him today at his work. Picking up his disabled buddy in my medical taxi. Blouse tight, chewing gum, I winked as I left. Heart raced. No time for bullshit chats.

After dropping the guy, I waited in my white taxi. Spotted him leaving at 6 PM. Flashed my lights. He followed. Adrenaline pumped. Small country roads, my hand waving out the window. He grinned back. Music blasting in his car, I bet. Finally, turned onto my dirt path. Farm in the sticks, no neighbors. Perfect for what I craved.

The Approach

Parked. Stepped out. Blouse unbuttoned top three—black lace bra straining over my heavy, milky tits. No bra could hold these 40-something udders. ‘Get out?’ I barked, voice thick with country twang. He nodded, bulge already twitching. Bent for the key under the mat. Skirt rode up—no panties, just string thong. Fat ass cheeks flashed. His breath hitched. Inside the dim, musty living room. Old king bed, worn chairs, massive oak table. Faint bulb glow. My phone buzzed on the table—another Tinder ping, ignored. Smell of my cheap vanilla perfume mixed with farm dampness hit him hard.

Grunt from the shadows. My hubby, old and wheeled, blanket over limp legs. ‘Don’t worry, he’s just a watcher. Gets him off.’ No more talk. Lunged at the guy, arms round his neck. Crushed my mouth on his. Tongue fucked his deep, sloppy. Tasted his shock, his want. He grabbed my fat ass cheeks, pulled me in. My pussy dripped already. Days of eyeing him fueled this fire. No dinner, no drinks. Straight to meat.

‘Eh, you dirty fuck, you’ve wanted this!’ I yelled at Popaul in his chair, grinding my ass on the guy’s hard cock. Ripped open my blouse. Tits exploded free—huge, veiny, pink nipples stiff. His hands mauled them, pinching hard. I moaned loud, pushed back. Felt his precum soak through fabric. Hubby chuckled, hand under blanket stirring.

The Explosion

Dropped to knees. Yanked his zipper. Cock sprang out, thick and ready. ‘Gonna swallow you whole, you bastard.’ Big mouth wide, engulfed him. Sucked like a vacuum, slurping obscene. Gagged deep, spit dripping. Hubby wheeled closer, shoved two fingers in my sopping cunt, then ass. Fucked me rough. I bucked, sucking harder. Phone vibrated again—fuck it. Guy’s balls tightened. Grabbed them, jerked. He exploded, hot cum flooding my throat. Gulped it down, greedy.

Hubby finger-banged me to the edge, tits swinging wild. Guy’s cock stiffened again. I spun, presented my mare ass. Holes gaping from hubby’s prep. ‘Ram my cunt! Wreck my shithole!’ Dove on hubby’s massive veiny dick—still worked fine. Sucked him sloppy while guy slammed my pussy. Heat gripped him. Pulled out, aimed at my asshole. I backed on, impaled. He rode my fat cheeks like a bull. Hubby yanked my hair, face-fucked me.

We jerked over my open mouth. His thick yellow ropes, mine white jets—splattered eyes, cheeks, hair. I came hard, rubbing clit. Wiped his cock between my cum-slick tits.

Panting slowed. Pulled on black lace, buttoned blouse over sticky skin. Hubby wheeled back, hid his meat. Guy dressed, awkward grin. Kissed his cheek. ‘See ya around, stranger.’ Door shut. Back to taxi runs. Just another thrill. Phone buzzed—next hunt.