The Barn Slut

One of the benefits of my work role is the regional travel. I mean the big city travel is cool too, but the regions can have unexpected benefits.

And one regional town I love in the rolling green hills of the south east is Mount Gambier where I'm grateful to stay in this large secluded deluxe suite with a king size bed, and more fortunate to have recently met someone to enjoy it with- a mature farmer type who despite being semi-retired from the land, still likes to do a bit of ploughing and is particularly fond of my business-like denim clad bottom.

We met last year on a cold winter afternoon at a work function held at 'The Mount', as locals somewhat appropriately call it. He tells me I made a great first impression on him in my tight jeans and that he had an eye on me from the moment I walked into the hall, which is all very flattering. But the truth is he was so discreet as to be almost publicly disinterested, and it wasn't until I'd returned to Adelaide that I received his much more forthcoming email spelling out this intentions in no uncertain terms. That required another unscheduled trip to the south east for us to come to an understanding via a night in this motel I am writing this from now.

And that understanding was very clear. My fit but full figured almost 70yo farmer friend - whose name I won't mention to protect his small town privacy - wanted a clean hungry bum to fuck very hard and when the chemistry kicked in and i got my first look and feel of the wonderful 8inch cut cock he had for me, its fair to say he'd found exactly what he was looking for. And inadvertently so had I.

Our first session was a couple of naked hours with the room air con turned up to full heat and my bum cheeks spread wide while he got to know me from the inside out. His powerful shoulders and big chest leered over me as my knees gripped at his hips and he sunk his viagra sponsored cock balls deep into me over and over until rewarding me with a load of sperm deep into my gaping gay cunt. We kissed. I sucked him clean almost instinctively, tasting my pussy on his tool and only getting me hotter for more. We chatted into the night. It felt good.

I didn't expect him to be such a good stayer, and it wasn't the only thing I underestimated about him. He can fuck me four different ways over half an hour and have me moaning with the perfect blend of pleasure and just enough pain to make it risqué, sodomising me in the truest sense of the word and leaving no doubt of his experience and control of the situation. My bum will gape and twitch, I'll open up and he'll seemingly bang against my gay womb with the mallet of his hard mature cock boring into me like tunnelling machine. I'll spread my legs and say ridiculously desperate things, begging him to stop then never to stop. Not knowing what to do but laugh when he makes my pussy burn and ache, then moments later waves of pleasure pulse from my arsehole throughout my whole body. He knows what he's doing. He's calls the shots.

So its been a few visits since. I've discovered his talents for fucking my arse make my cock rock hard whenever he's inside me. I can straddle his lap and those 8 inches fill me right up and almost take my breath away. He smirks and calls me a hot slut when I pull my bum apart to get every last bit of that beautiful thick mature cock into my hole. I love it when he gets on top and pushes my knees up and back and really hammers my arsehole and looks me in the eyes and tells me how much he loves to rearrange my guts as his cum splatters my insides. He tells me I'm special. I'm sure I'm just another naive horny slut spread out for him to work on. But maybe I am special? I'll stick around to see.

I stay in this luxurious rose scented suite at The Barn, just out of town, off the main road, hidden away conveniently from the eyes of those who might talk, and his ute stealthily crunches its way down the gravel entrance around 9pm. He comes to me well prepared freshly clean shaven with a strong but pleasant old school after shave, his dosed up penis aching to get out of his underwear and the stamina of a lifetime on hands-on work behind him ready for action. For this he finds me here semi-naked, a wet clean pussy ready and no inhibitions or taboos. For this man I'm prepared to do almost anything.

He got me so wet one time that he could push a beer bottle all the way into me and fuck me with it just totally natural, I was moaning and holding his hand pushing it into me with me, loving the stretching feeling so much that when he pulled it out his big fat-fingered hand just slid right into my gaping hole and he fisted me like a whore while I begged him to feed his cock down my throat. Another time I rimmed and gimme this arse as he buried my face between his cheeks, and there result was his cock seemed to grow another inch bigger as it stood upwards 45degrees and dripped precum ready for me to gag and slobber all over it before it disappearing into the dark and horny depths of my arsehole for the next half an hour or more.

He talks about more grand plans for us. He wants to push me to my limits. The feel of his big manly hand spanking on my white smooth bum cheeks sends electricity thru my body. Those thick rough fingers nestling around my throat as his cock drives into my pussy make a dangerous and tantalising combo. Pulling my balls down hard as his dick destroys my hole makes me clench at his tool with whats left undefeated of the muscles in my greedy gay cunt. He is talking about kinky stuff I've only fantasised about and how he can make it real. I think theres so much more to explore here, if only I can trust then maybe I can let go.

So here I am tonight writing this, post coital with a huge gape he left behind where his cock had been and a wet spot on the bed where his cum leaked out of me. My cock is hard again now at the thought of him even tho he sucked me off and swallowed a decent load of my juices an hour or more ago. He called me a slut so many times tonight as he buried his cock into my pussy, I love to hear it and he knows it and it brainwashes me and keeps me horny for days. The slut with a gaping gay cunt full of cum who can't get enough. He says it over and over because its the truth. The truth I hide from the rest of the world but when I'm away and I can be me, its the whore inside that takes over. He found the real me and it's here now aching for more at The Barn.