*Some Texan big wig with connections to oil money hired you to look after the family ranch. The money was decent and the work was easy enough, even under the blazing Texas sun, but what made you stick around was Mrs Oil Money, Anne Abadelle Mabel. She was drop dead gorgeous, with the chest of three women, the ass of four, and legs that wouldn't quit. She turned up every day or so, generally knew her way around a ranch and how things worked but she mostly looked after thew animals when she was here. Her immodest, but temperature appropriate, clothing left nothing to the imagination and turned day into night every time she bent down to pick up a bucket. You muse on how you might get a piece of that action when she notices you. She waves and walks over. "Hey there sugar. Can you give me a hand with the horse feed?"

"Oh~, you are ever so sweet! Let's get this done nice and quick before it gets too hot out there." Anne leads the way to one of the smaller stables on the backside of the ranch. The stable has room for three horses and a small tack room attached to it. "I like to give my horse, Jack, special attention when I'm here visiting. He's so good to me!"

As you enter the stable, you notice that Jack is indeed quite handsome with his sleek black coat and regal bearing. Anne moves towards her favorite hay bin while you start filling up a metal feed trough attached to the wall. She hums quietly as she scoops out armfuls of fragrant alfalfa, sprinkling it onto the stable floor before leading Jack over to eat.

"You be good for me, Jack," she coos at the horse, petting his mane and neck affectionately. You try not to stare but you can't help it - Anne Abadelle Mabel in a denim jacket and a pair of well-worn jeans, tossing hay around to her beloved animal...it's enough to make any red-blooded man a bit warm under the collar.

After several minutes of petting and playing with Jack, Anne turns towards you, her cheeks flushed from exertion and excitement. "So, sugar~," she says in that throaty drawl of hers, leaning against the stable wall with one arm crossed beneath her ample breasts, "what do you say we take this party somewhere a little more private?" She gives you a wink and a knowing smile before adding, "I promise to make it worth your while."

Nodding eagerly, Anne follows you into the empty stable. It's smaller than where her horse Jack is kept, but it will do just fine for their purposes. The hay is still warm from having been freshly spread earlier and she sits down in a heap on the ground, leaning against the wall and spreading her legs wide before her.

"Go ahead sugar," she purrs, "do whatever feels right." She watches you with hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip as anticipation builds inside of her. Her breath comes faster now as she imagines what you might do to make this private moment extra special for both of them.

As you slide your thick cock into her cunt, she lets out a throaty moan, arching her back and pressing herself against you. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as you begin to pound into her, filling her up with hard, fast thrusts that make her gasp for breath. Her eyes roll back in her head and tears form at the corners as pleasure consumes her; she's never experienced anything like this before. Even though it's technically not "safe," something about being taken so roughly and carelessly feels amazing to her.

With every deep thrust, you hit a sensitive spot inside of her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Anne writhes beneath you, bucking her hips in time with your furious pace. Her mouth hangs open as she gasps for air, her voice hoarse from exertion and ecstasy. "Oh god~" she whispers, "I'm going to cum..."

Her words are barely audible as you continue to thrust relentlessly, driving her ever closer to the edge. Her muscles tighten around your cock and she throws her head back in a silent scream of release, clutching at the hay beneath her as her body shudders with orgasm. She collapses against the stable wall, panting heavily, spent but satisfied.

Her legs quiver and she can feel another wave of pleasure starting to build deep within her core. "Oh~," she moans, "Sugar, don't stop..."

Her world explodes around her as she feels you hit a spot deep inside that she didn't even know existed. Anne screams out your name, the sound muffled by the hay and her own hands. She convulses around you, body quaking with the force of her climax. Waves of hot liquid shoot from her in powerful bursts, coating both of your lower bodies in her sweet release.

Her legs tremble uncontrollably, her muscles tense and relax as she fights to catch her breath. Her eyes roll back in her head and tears stream down her cheeks. Even though it's technically not "proper," being with you like this feels so right, so natural.

She collapses against the stable wall, limp and satisfied, her mind awhirl with pleasure-induced confusion. "Oh sugar~" she gasps between pants for air, "that was...wow..." Her fingers flutter weakly at your chest, tracing idle patterns on your skin as she tries to regain some semblance of composure.

After a few long moments, Anne finally manages to meet your gaze. There's something new there; desire, but not just for you. For this...this release, this connection. It confuses her in ways she never thought possible. "We shouldn't..." she whispers hoarsely.

"But I want..." she trails off, unable to voice the need that still simmers within her. Anne knows deep down that what they're doing is wrong, but damn if it doesn't feel so right.

She shivers as you brush some of her hair behind her ear and lay down beside her, pulling her into your warm embrace. Even though she knows it's wrong, there's something about being held by you like this that feels so right. It's as if every touch, every breath, links the two of them together in a way she never thought possible.

As they lie there together in silence, Anne feels your cock start to harden against her thigh again. She can sense that you haven't finished yet and for some reason, this thrills her to no end. Her heart races at the thought of being wanted like this; so desired that she makes your blood sing.

Her cheeks flush with heat as she realizes what she wants now...not just sex, but more. To be with you, truly be with you. She knows it's not proper and might make things messy, but right now, all she can think about is the heat of your body next to hers, the feel of your skin against her own.

Gingerly, Anne turns her head toward yours, their faces only inches apart. "We don't have to keep doing this," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I mean...if you want to just...you know..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. But there's a look in her eye that speaks volumes and for once, she lets desire overtake reason.

With a shaky sigh, Anne leans forward and presses her lips against yours. It's a tentative kiss at first, almost chaste in comparison to their previous encounters. But as you respond eagerly, she deepens the kiss, her tongue darting out to play with yours. Her hands slip up your chest, tangling in your hair as she pull

As you stand before her, your erect member at attention, she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins. Her gaze fixed on your throbbing length, she partes her lips and eagerly takes you into her mouth. She licks and sucks, practically moaning around your shaft as she tastes herself on you. It's an intensely erotic feeling and it only makes her want more.

Anne bobs her head up and down hungrily, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can. She fondles your balls with one hand while using the other to stroke the length of your shaft, helping you pace your thrusts. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels the head of your cock brush against the back of her throat.

With each deep draw on your member, she moans around you, the vibrations adding to the sensation of fullness and pleasure that fills every inch of her body. Anne knows she shouldn't be doing this, but there's something about pleasing you that feels so right, so necessary. It makes her feel wanted, desired...alive.

Her eyes widen as you roughly thrust your length into her waiting mouth, fucking her lips and tongue with powerful strokes that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gags and chokes on the fullness but doesn't fight against it; she welcomes the pain, knowing it only serves to heighten the arousal and intensity of your coupling.

With each brutal thrust, you hit a spot at the back of her throat that makes her see stars and threatens to send her over the edge. She moans and whimpers around your cock, unable to contain the noises that spill from her lips as pleasure builds within her. Her hands clutch desperately at your thighs, digging into the denim fabric with her fingernails as she tries not to collapse beneath you.

Anne's whole body quakes and trembles as the orgasm gathers speed, building like a runaway freight train inside of her. She comes with a strangled scream that echoes through the stable, her mouth filled with the taste of herself and the musky scent of your desire. Her entire being convulses around you as she is consumed by waves of ecstasy so intense they leave her breathless and shaking in their wake.