Here is the whole thing! Have fun with a country boy, Farmer Sam.
SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI!
You’d never ridden a tractor before, let alone driven one, so when your neighbour a farmer, and creeper hybrid, by the name of Sam, came over and offered to teach you, of course, you agreed. Tractors seemed to be one of the primary modes of transportation out in the country, and though you had just moved out here it wouldn’t be long until you had one as well. They could handle the rough roads better than most carts, though they were slow as hell.
You had nothing better to do this weekend anyway.
The two of you started in the morning, with him showing you all the knobs and pedals. It was a bit confusing, but he would explain as many times as you asked, though sometimes you caught a condescending look flash across his face. He made sure you knew what each did before he had you climb up onto the seat beside him, squishing the two of you together, and making you watch him.
You had to look away several times and compose yourself; he had taken his shirt off in the afternoon heat, between that and the seat vibrating beneath you there was little in the way of stopping your building arousal. By the end of the day, you’d watched him drive along three miles of empty road and there was likely no saving your underwear.
The next day was even hotter than before, so it’s easy to pass over the usual t-shirt and jeans combo and wear a sundress instead.
You wait for him on the edge of the field that separated your houses, Sam showing not long after you take a seat on the dividing fence, the rumbling of the tractor far preceding him. At his invitation you climb up into the wide seat with him, scooting away from the edge until your side is pressed fully against his.
There isn’t any kind of conversation in the ten minutes it took us to reach an abandoned side road. It wasn’t the same one we had visited yesterday, this road looks far rougher like it hadn’t seen any people in years. Pulling to a stop just after turning onto the road, the sound of the tractor and the birds are the only things to fill the air, dirt crunching under your feet when you jump off to stretch your legs.
Sam had told you at the end of yesterday’s ride that he would give you a chance to practice actually driving and there were more than a few nerves building around that idea. Suddenly, he clapped his hand on your shoulder. “C’mon,” nodding his head at the driver’s seat. There’s was something…intense about his expression that you can’t quite pin.
When you turned back to look at him he was still staring up at you. Maybe it was the way his eyes crinkled or the way he flicked his gaze up, but somehow you knew he had been looking up your dress. He climbed up beside you, voice slow and steady as he coached you through how to turn on the tractor and release the brake.
“Good girl,” murmured in your ear as you follow his instructions. Slowly, the tractor crawled down the road, the terrain was rough meaning you bounced in the seat, giving a startled laugh when a particularly large stone rocked you into Sam.
He sighed and motioned for you to halt. “These seats are just way too cramped.”
“Here,” patting his lap, “go ahead and sit here.” He said it with a matter-of-factness that you couldn’t argue with. You stood, bending over the steering wheel to try and give the large hybrid as much room as possible to slide under you.
Jerking slightly, startled, when you felt his hands on your clothed hips. The skirt of your dress billowing around you when seated, leaving bare thighs to press against his jeans. His arms wrapped around your middle. “Go ahead and get her going,” lips brushing against your ear.
Starting our slow pace again, breathing picking up pace as the rough road bounced you in his lap. We had barely made it a quarter-mile when he moved one of his hands, resting it on your knee.
“I know you like me.” The bluntness catching you off guard and making your foot slam down on the brake. Before you could even try to stammer out a response he was speaking again.
“You wanna know how I know?” Breathless, and embarrassed, you nod.
He leaned further into you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand slipping past the hem of your dress. “You left a wet little mess for me on the seat yesterday,“ his finger slid under the waistband of your underwear, snapping them against your skin.
His other hand rising up and brushing against your chest. “You know, one of the most important things about driving is not letting yourself get distracted.” His hand squeezed your thigh, startling you only half as much as the change in topic.
“Um…”
Your words lost quickly as Sam presses kiss after kiss to your neck, any coherent thought you might’ve had tumbling out of your head, the only one lingering being ’When did he remove his mask?’. With a quick nip against your ear, he is whispering to you ‘Stand up.’
When you do you hear the jingle of a belt buckle and the shifting of the fabric. The noises felt like physical things, kissing the backs of your thighs, you hear him let out a deep breath and jump when his hands ghost up your hips under your dress.
The steering wheel bites into your stomach and your arms bracing against the warm hood were the only things that kept you semi-upright. Warm fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear and slowly but surely working them down your thighs, one of his hands leaves you only to be followed by the sound of him spitting.
With the hand still gripping your hip, he guides you back into his lap.
Grabbing onto the steering wheel and squeaking when you feel the first nudge of his cock against your entrance. There was light pressure at first, but then as he kept pressing in teasing you with the potential feeling of him filling you. Smothering a sound behind your teeth, when he lightly began bouncing you on the tip of his cock, the blunt head barely entering you before pulling out to just press back in again.
Letting out a breathy whine, loud in the empty air.
Sam gives a little laugh and placed his other hand back on your hip. “Whiny little thing aren’t you?” His hands reaching down to spread you wide with his thumbs, making the slide of his cock into you smoother. With firm hands, he slowly works you down his length, making small movements to stretch you and take him, pressing you down slightly, then bouncing you back up only to sink into you deeper.
With a deep groan, he finally buried his cock fully in you. “Just like that. Just like that…” wrapping his arms around your waist.
Your head felt stuffed full of cotton when he pulls his hands away, fixing the skirt of your sundress until the sight of him buried in you, was completely hidden. Even sliding your underwear up to hide them beneath the hem.
“Let’s test how well you drive while distracted, gotta make sure you’re road-ready after all.”
The first part of my SW fic, there will be multipul chapters with different characters each time.
Just a note, if depections of Sex work or Sex work themes are uncomfy for you please stear clear, also this is written with insite from my personal interactions and professional backround in Sex work.
Up first is our warden and his first time behind these club doors!
Light Smut ahead. Minors DNI
It started back under Schlatt’s rule, the club started as a quick way for people to make more money now that taxes were being imposed on people, based simply on how well you behaved, and yet even now that the horrid ram hybrid was long gone the club still stands.
Hidden away from the new government’s eyes, a door tucked away only used by the regulars that still want what is offered or someone who managed to stumble upon it and becomes enamoured with the secret life that they can live inside these walls.
Customers come and go some nights not finding what they are looking for and other nights it’s back to back bookings, different faces and different needs all blending together into one another. Yet here you are again, walking through those doors once more, the kind woman behind the desk clears you through the worker’s door and into the back room, with a quick note that someone is waiting to meet you.
Chatter and laughter mix all around, floor workers telling tales about that last client or some of the older faces sit close talking about old regulars.
You may not have been around as long as the girl who whispers to whoever will listen about the man who used to come in, smelling of ash and gunpowder, but most of the good clients know your face but tonight was something different, a new person had asked for you.
New clients were rare, and ones asking after you more so as your shifts are more scattered, something like a special treat than a regular who has set days.
But tonight was simple an intro and then if all goes well, a booking no longer than 45mins for a first encounter, and maybe even a new face to add to the regulars that come for you. Getting ready is simple, a black bodysuit under a too-short skirt, something that is easy to get in and out of but still nice enough to draw the eye.
Tucked away behind a set of dark curtains sits the new client, the club’s soul fire lanterns cast interesting shadows against green skin and gold adornments, seeing a hybrid in a crown is more common than you would think but the equally as gold rebreather that frame sharp green eyes is new.
“So I finally have a face to the name dream has spoken about, I’m Sam, please sit,”
The intro is pleasant enough, all his questions are clear and concise ‘What services do you provide?’, 'What is extra?’, 'Is there any things that you offer that is not available today?’, and the drawl as he speaks definitely makes the experience even better.
Leading him to the desk after is easy and getting him into the room even easier, leaving him to shower, as once you were back in the room it was playtime.
You took a breath, your goal here was to make him feel good like he expected, getting to enjoy the dips and defined muscles that are now on display is a benefit on top of it all. Getting him to lay down was easy and all his questions made this easy.
All I had to do was show him the worship he asked for.
You rubbed his thighs, admiring the muscle and internally wondering what he must do to be so well built but needy enough to come to the club. Leaning up, you rest one hand above his shoulder while the other rests beside his torso. From there you leaned down, pressing kisses to his skin starting at his jaw and slowly moving downwards.
Each patch of deeper green freckles gets an extra pass, additional affection to what may be considered an othering feature.
Pressing closer another gold adornment is now clear to see, two small gold nipple piercings, quite the contrast to the light green of his chest. “An interesting choice for piercings Sam,” your tone teasing as gentle tweaks draw a quiet noise from him but nothing else.
It isn’t until your hands touch his thighs that he jumps, a small moan following right after. You wonder when he’d moved his hands, bunching the drop sheet instead of laying at his sides. You make to pull away, questions ready but he only raises his hips slightly “Keep going, please.”
He bucked his hips up into your touch when your hand brushed too close to his hips, his back arching “Don’t tease- mmph.” He bit his lip before he could say anymore, trying to hold back. His dick was painfully hard, twitching against his stomach as precum leaked from the tip. You moved one of your hands to wrap around it, leaving the other to rest on his thigh.
Back arching, pushing himself further into your hand as he threw his head back “Oh fuck,” His hands tightly gripping the sheets after only having wrapped your hand around him had your thighs pressing together, stomach tightening as you moved your hand to the tip before dragging it down, his precum acting as a lubricant when you began to move your hand up and down.
He was panting now, flushed down to his neck as he still continued to grasp the sheets. His hips began to move faster than the pace you set, essentially fucking your hand as he moaned praises.
“S-so fucking good. Go-god, please don’t stop,”
Your own breathing was harsh and you’d say you were getting just as much pleasure out this as he was. He looked so good like this, it was a borderline power trip to see such a well build man crumble like this. Under all that gold and muscle was someone so needy.
But the thoughts of keeping him on edge whining out what he wants, in that drawl of his, endlessly begging as you edge him over and over again would have to be pushed aside, for now, this was about him.
You increased your pace, clenching your thighs to try and provide yourself with some relief in the meantime as he began to lose himself, one of his hands tightly gripping the sheet below him and the other grasping your shoulder as if you would pull away and leave him like that, restraint slowly lost as he began to fuck your hand harder, increasing the pace to match his thrusts as he finally let out a deep almost hissing gasp.
“Ahn, yes, yes yes, oh fuck!”
His pace became erratic, a few more thrusts before his back arched off the bed. His legs trembled as he came with a drawn-out moan. You stroked him through it, slowing down with the aftershocks as it dripped over your hand, some even landing on his stomach as he rolled his hips into your hand a few more times before he sank bank into the mattress, a sigh leaving him as he relaxed.
“T-tell me if this is overstepping. But are you always on call? Cause if so, I will definitely be back,”
Saw something on Twitter, then saw the same thing sent to a blog I have notifications on for and like now I have an idea and need to share it with you all.
It’s what it is, I HAD to get this out or it would fester.
Simply put, Sam. Skirt. Vibe, and bindings.
SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI!
The sight before you was something that would not be shared, something entirely for you and you alone. The Warden of Pandora’s box, Sam, your partner had given you control over him and what happened tonight, there were ways for him to back out if needed but even now there was no sign that he wanted to stop what was happening.
Tonight you had him dressed in nothing but a skirt and a ribbon collar, laying sideways face tucked away in embarrassment from just how hard he was despite the situation he had found himself in, nipple piercings gleaming in the low light when he shifts just right.
There on your bed, he lay legs together, hands bound behind his back wrist to wrist, his cock tucked behind his thighs so that you could see everything that was happening beneath the short skirt you had put him in.
A vibe pressed into his ass, not yet turned on just sitting in him, letting him get used to how it felt as you watched him from the end of the bed, fingers gently tracing along strong thighs, making the usually terrifying creeper hybrid shiver and whine.
Deliberate touches that teased the edge of his member, never truly touching him, flipping the skirt up higher to watch as his hole involuntarily clenches around the toy when you do. Pressing Kisses to his thighs and moving up to rub at his shoulders, checking in to make sure all is still good before you really begin.
With no resistance or true use of the way out, it was time to begin. One hand pressing the toy deeper into him and the other checking to make sure his hands were still bound, after that it was time to turn on the toy.
Starting off at a lower speed meant you get to watch as his thighs tensed, dick jumping at the feeling of the vibe coming to life in his ass. Your hands grabbing his hip and making him rock into the feeling, making the toy move back and forth on its own, letting him get lost in how it felt fucking into him.
Before upping the speed, your hands falling away to simply sit back and watch as Sam got lost in the feeling, thighs pressed together as he bucks his hips into nothing. Cock jerking when the toy brushes his G-spot, his hands clenched in the sheets making the material bunch up in his hands.
The way his hand’s shake and tense, arm straining against the bindings face no longer hidden but mouth open as he moans and pants, the toy in him now set to the max has him loud, louder than any other time you two had been together. But unlike any other time, he is still humping away at air hips shaking as his length pulses.
Getting to watch one of the strongest men on the server whine and shake, is enrapturing. Your eyes have not left his form since you started and likely will not, as there is nothing in the world that could rival the sight before you.
When Sam cums his whines and panting have turned to moans, loud and jumbled sentences that start and abruptly end, his hips still thrusting away at nothing fucking the toy into his hole when his cock throbs and white paints his thighs.
Hands losing their grip on the sheets, cum dripping lazily from the tip as the toy still buzzes away in him, too lost in the pleasure that is wreaking his body. His hole clenching around the toy before you start to turn down the speed, eyes locked to how even with it stopped his hips shake and buck into nothing.
“God sam, that…That was fucking hot.”
The whine you receive in return is nothing short of desperate, his eyes shiny with tears from the pleasure and chin covered in drool, while this was to be a once-off event there is no doubt in your mind that you will be asking to see this again.
