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“It’s not too bad,” your friend said, looking down slowly to register your shoes, “maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels?”

“Girl,” you scoffed, “my heels are basically a part of me!”

“Okay, geez—sorry…”

“It’s fine. Oh my gosh, look at those goats. They’re so cute!”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to—”

Too late.

Although, you were wearing heels, you were pretty fast in them as you bolted over to the goats. One of them lazily bleated and rubbed its face on your legs. It made you shiver a little, but in only a few seconds you already had your phone out.

“Y’do realise goats ain’t there for pictures, right?”

You looked over—there she was.

Sevika.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Sun-tanned. Leaning against the fence like she owned the entire county. A worn cowboy hat shaded sharp grey eyes that seemed entirely unimpressed by your existence.

Sevika pushed off the fence.

“College group?” she walked towards you and the other students slowly, as if she was sizing you up.

“Unfortunately.”

“Mm.”

You raised a brow. “That’s all you have to say?”

“What else d’you want me to say?” she looked you up and down, “... y’showed up to a ranch in high heels.”

“Yeah, aren’t they pretty?”

“They’re sinkin’ in the dirt.”

You looked down. She was absolutely right. And that annoyed you for whatever reason.

“I…—” you didn’t even know what to say, your brain stupidly blanked.

Sevika rolled her eyes and then sighed deeply like you were some sort of inconvenience—that only made you more flustered, “come with me.” she drawled.

“I’m fine—!” You shifted your weight, one heel digging deeper in the dirt— “okay, maybe I’m not fine. I’m coming…”

“Thought so.”

The way she said it irritated you immediately.

You carefully pulled your heel free with an undignified squelch and hurried after her. She led you to a shed where there was a bunch of equipment, most of which you didn’t recognise or understand. She handed you a pair of worn boots.

“No.”

Sevika groaned, “don’t make me make you wear them.”

You huffed a loud, spoiled sigh. “They don’t match my outfit.”

“Not everythin’s a fashion show.”

“You’re—”

“Put. Them. On.”

You couldn’t protest further. Sevika looked a few more words away from actually pulling you over her lap and forcing the boots on you. So, reluctantly, you obeyed, switching out your heels for the boots that immediately felt a lot more comfortable to stand in.

Sevika watched you adjusting your step for a second, then turned, “don’t be wearin’ crap like that again.”

“You could be a little nicer,” you muttered.

She turned to give you a look.

You gave her a mocking sweet smile, “are all ranch workers grumpy like you?”

“Yeah, when they meet spoiled little city princesses like you.”

You both walked out in the sun again, you looked over at her, noticing the way she carried herself with a sense of familiarity that you could only wish you had.

You cleared your throat.

“So what’s your name?”

“Sevika.”

You nodded, “okay… cool.” A pause. “Aren’t you gonna ask me for my name—?”

“City girl.”

“That’s not my name.”

“It is now.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Thanks.”

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The sun seemed like it had a personal enmity with you today of all days. You hated how hot it was as you listened to the guide and took notes on whatever assignment it was that got you and your peers dragged out to the country side.

When you looked to your side, you noticed it—a horse. A large chestnut horse. Before you could stop yourself, you were already walking towards it.

“Oh my gosh, aren’t you the sweetest thing ever?” You cooed.

The horse shoved its enormous nose directly into your shoulder. You laughed. Sevika stopped walking and stared. For the first time since meeting her, something shifted in her expression.

“You’re smiling,” you said without looking.

Sevika’s eyes widened slightly and she looked away, “y’don’t know that.”

“Sure. What do you know anyway?”

“I know how fuckin’ hard it is out here workin’ while rich spoiled kids like you go about makin’ everythin’ ‘bout how exhausted y’all are.”

You stopped petting the horse abruptly and looked at her, “you think we’re on some kind of vacation?”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, “like you’d know what real work’s like. Bet you a hundred bucks you ain’t worked a single damn day of your life.”

“I’m sorry, but who exactly do you think you are to be judging me like that? You don’t even know my name.”

“City girl.”

That almost made you laugh. Not because of how rude she was. But because she was so stubborn and you almost found it adorable.

“Who’s got you all mad?” you asked.

Sevika’s eyes twitched. “Don’t even—”

“We can talk,” you went back to petting the horse, “you sound like you need to let off some heat.”

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Soon you’d found out she was just needy. Horny. Sexually frustrated. That’s how you both ended up at her cabin, tangled up together in bed.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she murmured as she kissed you, her hand holding the side of your neck possessively.

“I guess city life’s taught me some shit after all, hmm?”

“Don’t get cocky.”

You giggled, “oh, I very much will.”

You carefully positioned yourself against Sevika’s naked frame, her scarred brown skin warm against your own as you pressed your soaking wet cunt against hers. She looked down where you were touching her.

“This is very intimate…”

You grinned. “Are you complaining?”

“No…”

“Y’know for someone who was being so hot and rude earlier, you’ve gotten pretty quiet.”

“I’m—”

You moved, catching her off-guard. The moment your vulva rubbed against hers, her sensitive engorged clit touched received friction making her moan loudly. She grabbed her mouth with her hand to try to keep herself from moaning, but the way her eyes squeezed shut…

You knew she was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit.

You bit your bottom lip hard as you ground your hips back, rubbing yourself on her faster. Sevika’s thighs were already quivering from how intense the pleasure was. She rolled her hips back, finding a rhythm that worked best for both of you.

You could see the way she was trying her best not to make any more sounds, but it didn’t really help. Whines and moans mixed in the air. Your face was flushed, pussy soaked against hers.

You could see your wetness mixing with hers.

It was so fucking lewd.

But also additive at the same time.

Then suddenly—you felt Sevika’s clit twitch against your pussy and then it happened. A wet gush of liquids soaked both you, her and the bedding. She made a small embarrassed sound and tried to pull away—you rubbed yourself down harder, pinning her down with your legs entangled with hers.

She couldn’t squirm away even if it was overstimulating her poor pussy.

She gasped softly as she came again, and this time you did too.

You moved away slowly, “you good, cowgirl?”

She huffed a laugh, “m’fine.”

“Good,” you reached close, pressing your drenched naked body against hers, “I was starting to think I exhausted you already.”

An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.

The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.

She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.

Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.

"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.

"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.

"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.

However that would be a lie.

"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.

"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.

It was this or nothing.

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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.

Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.

What. The. Fuck.

"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.

"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.

"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.

"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.

"Ugh. You're such a perv."

"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."

"Something you'll never find out."

"We'll see about that."

Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.

Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.

"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.

A hour. At most.

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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.

The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?

Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.

With you in it? She'd make it work.

You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.

"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.

Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."

Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.

By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.

You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.

Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.

"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.

Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.

The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"

Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."

Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.

She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.

It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.

Most of the time people labelled you as dumb, brainless, unintelligent, dense or their favourite a bimbo. These accusations weren't entirely inaccurate when a lot of the time you did lack basic common sense or say things that were a little... stupid. Like the time you asked who created gravity as if it were an invention and not a scientific force of nature.

Regardless of your stupidity, Sevika loved you. Worships the ground you walk on and is more than happy to keep her girl safe and out of dangerous situations you would find yourself in.

So when you started explaining the importance of bees on the romantic nature walk you had dragged her on, she was pleasantly surprised. "Everyone thinks they just make honey and sting people but they're so important for our planet- did you know that bees pollinate 80% of wildflowers and plants? That singlehandedly maintains the survival rate of countless species."

As you walk with your hand in hers, ranting about the little pollinators flying around the treeline Sevika is entranced, nearly tripping up on her own feet. Not once has she ever heard something so factual leave your mouth... and it's devastatingly attractive.

"Oh! And there's so many insects that pollinate that people wouldn't think! Like butterflies and beetles. That's why I always ask you to put the spiders outside instead of killing them. Babe are you listening to me?" The clicking of your bright pink, manicured nails right in her face snaps Sevika from her daze.

"Yeah- yeah absolutely baby. Butterflies and beetles hm?" Her hand in yours was sweating now and not from the heat.

"Keep going baby, tell me all about them. I'm listening I promise." Squeezing her hand you continue your little rant about pollination, nails digging into her skin every so often- which she adored. There was not one set of nails you've paid for yourself, Sevika loves keeping her girl maintained.

By the time you get to the top of the trail, Sevika is soaked with not only sweat but her boxers are ruined. The immediate switch from being an insect genius to asking how the sun goes down but doesn't fall onto earth is astonishing. And so very hot.

So hot that she didn't make it to the bottom of the trail without dragging you off into the trees to take care of her... problem. "Where are we going babe? I don't think this is a real trail..."

The furrow of your brows only worsened her need for you, often your brows furrowed with confusion- the world was confusing for you and it usually brought out her protective side though right now she was having a hard time feeling anything beyond the throbbing between her thighs. "Get on your knees baby, you got me all worked up and now you're gonna fix it."

"The ground is dirty!"

"You're face is about to be a lot more filthy than the ground." Though sevika was already stripping off her sweat soaked t-shirt and laying it on the forest floor for you to kneel on, leaving her in only her sports bra, muscles bulging, tense with need.

With the problem fixed you happily sink to your knees, hands deftly helping Sevika's larger ones to yank down her sport-style shorts to her ankles. With your ponytail wrapped around her fist she parts her thighs and you tug on her boxers, peeling the sodden fabric away from her folds. "Now tell me more about the bees, baby."

When your brows furrow with confusion she cuts off your protest before you can start. "Start talking, love. I'm going to make your pretty face useful while you educate me, yeah? Good girl."

Your lips part to start telling her about why bees die after stinging though it's immediately muffled as she uses her iron grip on your ponytail to pull you in, using your nose to grind her clit against it. A loud, guttural groan escapes her when your tongue darts out to taste her- a natural instinct.

Taking advantage of it Sevika pulls your hair tighter, gushing all over your tongue as tears spring to your eyes from the death grip she had on your hair. With the force of her hips grinding down on your face the tears spill, grey tinged lines rolling over your reddened, glistening cheeks. "Atta girl- look at you. Fucking filthy just how I like you..."

Quickly you'd given up on trying to tell her about the bees, instead fucking her sopping hole with your tongue. The sheer volume or arousal that was leaking from her hole smeared all over your face, in and on your nose, mixing with the tears rolling down to your chin... you'd never seen Sevika like this.

"Keep goin' justttt like that baby. Good girl." Her moans grew louder, needier as her climax approached, closing in on her with every lap of your tongue curling into her heat, nose bumping rhythmically against her clit sending waves of pleasure through every nerve ending.

With your nails dug into her meaty thighs you could feel the tremble and shake as Sevika finally fell over the edge. The musky, bitter yet slight sweet taste of her cum flooded your tongue, excess dripping down you chin as she let go. Her hand wrapped around your ponytail kept you still, unable to do anything but drink it down- not that you were complaining you loved making your girl feel good as much as Sevika did you.

Letting go of your hair Sevika pulls you to your feet, using her discared t-shirt to semi-clean your soaked, ruined face. "If I wasn't so jealous I'd make you walk back to the car like this, let everyone know what a dirty girl you are. You'd love that wouldn't ya? Everyone knowing what a slut you are for me?"

A small pouts works it's way to your lips as she drags you back onto the main trail even though it was true. The humiliation would be embarrassing yet your own panties were dampening even more than they already were from tasting Sevika at the thought.

When you get home you'll make sure to beg real pretty for Sevika to help you out... or maybe you'll let her sort it out on the drive home.

Your pussy walls spasm around her and before you can stop yourself, a gush of liquid splashes on her abs and the toy.

“Oh—” she smirks.

“Sev— I didn’t mean to—” you begin but she’s already shushing you with her hand, finger on your lips, then gently caressing your jaw.

“Shhh, pretty. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. You just squirted.”

Your cheeks flame red. You’re glad you didn’t pee yourself but the concept of all this is so foreign, you’re still very embarrassed. Sevika, however, given her years of more experience than you doesn’t seem fazed at all. Instead, this only fuels her need to fuck you harder.

“Sevika, ohh…” you moan her name, voice cracking from the pleasure as you throw your head back. Your body can’t control itself. Your brain is mushed into a mess. You can’t think. You don’t know what’s happening. All you can register is the constant pumping of her dick in you.

And you love it so much, you’re squirting again. Messier than before.

Your body’s exhausted. You tap at her.

She pauses. “Tired?” You nod. She smiles and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “You did so well for me, babygirl.” You smile back and let yourself melt in her arms.

Sevika needn't worry about anything other than perfecting this job. Making her lunch for herself in the mornings? You'd take care of it at lunchtime, especially if Sevika claimed she 'forgot it again' like she usually does just to see you fuss over her. She takes water but she prefers the coffee you pick up for her on a morning because she 'works hard' and 'deserves it'. Your words, not hers.

What was once only empty rooms connected with plasterboard was now transforming into a fully fledged, beautifully renovated home. All Sevika's doing. At first you had your concerns... a single contractor taking on a big project like this? Surely it would be too much work, though Sevika insisted she loved working alone and more personally with her customers.

The minute she met up with you to talk timeliness and payment she knew she would take the job. Offered you prices that were far too low. There was hardly any profit for her though she couldn't care less. As long as she got to be around you, that was payment enough.

"Darlin'? Can you come here a sec?!" Sevika's voice carried through to the living room easily where you sat working from home on the couch. Most of the renovations were done bar the kitchen- which she was working on and the upstairs bathroom.

"Yeah, what's up vika?" Taking in the kitchen you lean against the stripped down door frame. Sevika has built the base of the island in the center and the base of the counters but not put the countertops on them yet.

"Come stand here a sec, darlin'. Just needa check something." Without question you step closer to where she was gesturing to, right by the counter.

"Oh yeah, that's a perfect height for you, ain't it darlin'?" For a moment you stand there completely baffled. Confused as to what she's talking about, even as she easily lifts the white marble slate up onto the countertop. Not one of her muscles were hidden, not when she wore a flimsy, barely there wife pleaser which was almost see-through with sweat...

No. Stop thinking about that she's you're contractor.

"Perfect height for me? For what? Chopping vegetables?"

"No no darlin'... to bend over it."

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In reality, Sevika never thought she'd actually succeed in bending you over and taking you from behind. It was purely a fantasy... until now.

"Jesus christ doll- look at you hm? Takin' it so good darlin', so good..." with every thrust of her hips, Sevika couldn't help grunting and moaning as she buried herself home, deep into your warmth which she knew would feel so fucking good wrapped around her.

"It's so big... oh my god Sevika what the f-fuuuck..." your knuckles were white where you gripped the counter, which was shaking beneath you as you took every brutal intrusion of Sevika's cock. If she didn't have both hands on your hips you're balance would be completely destroyed with one leg hiked up on the countertop to spread you open wide.

"You're takin' it doll. Fuck yeah, you're taking it all atta girl fuck-" either Sevika hadn't had a good fuck in a while or she genuinely has never had pussy like this because she is feral. No matter what you do there's no stopping her, she's going to take you the way she wants too, for however long she wants too.

And not one part of you feels the desire to stop her.

Her hands explore the body she's been eyeing for months, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your hips, hips perfect for birthing children... hopefully hers. The cute rolls on your back which she's almost positive is her favourite thing except being buried deep in your cunt. This was pure heaven.

"Keepin' you doll. Gotta keep you all f' myself. Ain't letting no one else have this pretty pussy- not a fuckin' chance." No words were forming in your brain. Not one. Sevika was so possessive and claiming... you didn't need words to tell her how you felt about it, your unfaithful, unloyal pussy gushed even more telling her exactly how you felt.

A feral, primal noise escapes Sevika, almost hiding the wet squelch of her cock driving into you over and over. With each brutal drive of her hips the tip of her fat cock nudged that spot inside you which had your eyes rolling back, mouth hung open with pleasure.

Disciplined. That's how Sevika described herself- hell she'd waited months to have you like this, bent over and taking her cock like a good girl... though holding back from letting herself finish inside you? No self control. None.

Unable to hold back anymore she forces herself to keep going even as her fat, meaty shaft twitches inside you as she stuffs you impossibly full of her seed, willing you to fall over the edge with her.

And you do.

The warmth that fills your tummy from the inside out has you moaning and wiggling beneath her as your core tightens around her, pulsing and milking every single drop from her. Like your body knows it needs it.

Sure you weren't on birth control, and you definitely weren't thinking about it right this second... but being connected to Sevika forever wouldn't be a bad thing.