Use my hands and mouth together on her cock, trying to make her cum quickly so I can get back to work

Cowgirl Barn, Building Seven, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 11:29 AM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I lean forward and wrap both hands around Clover's thick shaft where it protrudes through the bars, my fingers barely meeting around the girth. The heat radiating from her cock is incredible, and the pre-cum coating the length makes my palms slick immediately.

"That's it," Clover breathes, her amber eyes half-lidded with lust. "Now put that mouth to work."

I open wide and take the head between my lips, my tongue swirling around the flared tip. The taste is overwhelming—salty, musky, distinctly cowgirl. I suck gently while my hands stroke up and down the shaft in coordinated rhythm, trying to build her toward climax quickly.

"Deeper," Clover commands, her hips pushing forward slightly. "Take more of me."

I try to comply, relaxing my jaw and sliding further down the thick length. Three inches. Four. My mouth is stretched obscenely wide and I can feel the head pushing toward the back of my throat. I gag slightly and pull back, gasping.

"Come on, you can do better than that," Marigold calls out from across the barn, her voice thick with arousal. "She got six inches down on the last girl who tried."

I take a breath and try again, bobbing my head while my hands work the base, stroking firmly. Clover's cock throbs between my lips, growing impossibly harder. Her breathing quickens.

"Fuck, your mouth feels good," Clover groans. "But you're not taking me deep enough. Let me help."

Her hand suddenly grips the back of my head through the bars, fingers tangling in my damp hair. Before I can react, she thrusts forward, driving her cock deeper into my throat. I choke and splutter, tears springing to my eyes as the thick shaft fills my mouth completely.

"There we go," she pants, holding me in place. "Just relax that throat. Breathe through your nose."

I try to obey but it's too much, too thick, too deep. My hands push against the stall bars reflexively, trying to gain some control, but Clover is stronger. She starts fucking my face with shallow thrusts, using my mouth like a toy.

"Gonna cum," she warns, her voice strained. "Gonna fill that pretty mouth up—fuck, fuck, FUCK—"

She pulls back suddenly, yanking her cock from my lips with a wet pop. I gasp for air, confused, but then I see what she's doing—her hand wraps around her shaft and she strokes fast, hard, aiming directly at my face.

"Open your mouth," Clover growls. "Show me that tongue."

I obey instinctively, my mouth falling open, tongue extended. Clover groans and her cock pulses once, twice—

The first rope of cum hits me directly across the bridge of my nose and cheek, thick and hot. The second catches my open mouth, flooding my tongue with the salty-sweet taste. But Clover doesn't stop there—she angles her cock downward, deliberately coating my shirt, my chest, my lap. Rope after rope of thick white cum splatters across my clothes, my hair, dripping down my chin onto my already-soaked shirt.

"Fucking beautiful," Clover breathes, milking the last few drops directly onto my face. "Look at you. Absolutely covered in my cum. Every futa on this farm is going to smell me all over you."

I'm kneeling in the hay, completely drenched—Buttercup's milk and ejaculate from before, now thoroughly mixed with Clover's copious load. My shirt is transparent and plastered to my skin, my jeans have wet spots spreading across the thighs, and my face feels glazed with the thick coating.

From the other stalls, I hear appreciative murmurs and moans. Marigold is openly jerking her cock now, watching me with hungry eyes.

"My turn tonight," the redhead futa calls out. "I want that mouth wrapped around my cock just like that."

"Back of the line," Clover says firmly, tucking her softening cock back behind the bars. "Raven gets her first, I'm second, then we'll see who's earned third place." She looks down at me with satisfaction. "You did acceptable work, Cassandra. Not great—you couldn't take me deep—but acceptable. Now finish your goddamn feeding rounds before ARIA starts screaming at you. And leave the cum. Don't clean up. I want every girl on this farm to know you've been claimed."