⟢ | A good days work — Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
✦ | Synopsis; Abby’s not done plowing just yet
✦ | Cw; Country!Farmer!Abby, Strap usage (r!receiving), referring to her strap as her “cock”, public(?) sex, use of the word slut once.
✦ | An; might be rushed, sorry in advance 🦇
Warm summer breeze ruffled through your hair as you walked through the soft grass, blinding rays of sunlight beamed down onto your supple skin, causing you to squint your eyes from the shine it created. You found yourself going out to the farther fields, looking for you beloved wife, Abby.
“Baby? Baby!” You called out, smiling and waving once Abby came into view.
She’d been out in the fields plowing, her muscles flexing as she drove the tractor around, her brows furrowed deeply in concentration. Which was quickly broken. Her head whipped around once she heard you call, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“Gimme a second, babe! I’ll be right there in a bit,” She shouted across the way, finishing the row she was doing and making to machine come to a stop, her hands falling from the steering wheel. She hopped out of her seat and walked her way over to you, breath heavy and slightly ragged.
“Hey, baby,” Abby purred, reaching out to gently grasp your hips once her was close enough, pulling you closer to her. “What’s my baby doin’ out ‘ere? Ain’t it too hot out for you?” She asked, not earning a fraction of a response.
Your eyes went wide as you took in her disheveled appearance. The small sheen of sweat in on her skin, her muscles flexing with each movement of her arms, her usual neat braid undid; all messy and frizzy, long, brown her cascading down her back.
And suddenly, you’re a mess in front of her.
“Baby?” Abby asked again, giving you hip a firm squeeze, pulling you from your lewd thoughts. Your eyes went wide with embarrassment, an even darker blush coloring your cheekbones as you averted your gaze from hers.
“Sorry, Abs, uhm.. W-What’d you ask me..?”
A lopsided smirk played on Abby’s lips as she noticed your flushed face, dragging her free hand up you body to grab your jaw, directing your gaze back up to hers. “I said, what’re you doin’ out ‘ere? Ain’t it too hot for ya? Don’t need my sugar melting in this heat,” she chuckled, slowly releasing your jaw from her grasp, letting it go back down to your hips.
“Or, did you come out ‘ere for somthin’ else? You’ve had your hands behind your back for a good bit.”
Your eyes lowered at her question, tearing your gaze away from hers as you took a small step back, the blush on your face somehow growing darker.
“Don’t be weird about this,” you sighed, moving your arms from behind your back and showing what and why you came out there. It was a seven inch, girthy, veiny, black dildo, already secured with a belt. Abby’s cheeks blossomed with a soft pink, her eyes widening slightly at the strap, you’re favorite strap.
“This what you came out ‘ere for, baby? Really?” Abby teased, nearly bursting out into laughter as she snatched the toy out of your trembling hands, examining it with care. “This what took ya so long to come out ‘ere? Musterin’ up some courage to come out ‘ere and ask me?”
She smirked proudly as she saw the embarrassment etching onto your features, securing her grip on your waist as she pulled you into a more secluded, grassier part of the field. She guided you to lay on the ground, setting the strap beside you as she settled on top of you, her powerful thighs caging you in place.
“Needy little thing, aren’t ya?” She rasped, bending over you and pressing her lips onto yours, her large, rough hands exploring every inch of your body. You writhed beneath her as her hands roamed freely around your figure, already working on getting rid of the sundress you wore.
“Abby, please,” you murmured against her lips, shuddering gently as the warm sunlight washed over your flushed skin, the soft light accentuating your enticing curves.
“Please what, baby? What’re you beggin’ for?”
Your eyes shone with desperation, not wanting to give her a verbal response, you spread your legs, showing off the wet patch on your panties, the damp outline of your lips painfully visible. Abby gave a deep groan in response, her hands coming down to spread your legs farther apart, the scent of your arousal filling her flared nostrils.
“Fuck,” she breathed, quickly discarding your dress to expose the lacy undergarments you chose to wear, her eyes darkening with desire at the sight. Her fingers worked to remove the thin pieces of fabric off your body, wanting to see you nude as soon as she could get you.
“Oh my, my, my.. You are fucking drenched down ‘ere, babe.” Abby muttered, nodded, discarding your laced panties and bra with your sundress, two of her large fingers spreading your lips apart. You wanted to die of embarrassment at her words, your thighs quivering as she stared at your throbbing entrance, just begging to be filled already.
“Please, Abby, please,” you begged again, practically in tears from how bad you wanted her to fuck your right now. “Please, baby, I need this, please, please.”
“Atta’ girl,” Abby moaned, grabbing onto the discarded strap-on and securing the belt around her hips and thighs, the leather tight on her work jeans. She reached out the snatch your hips, pulling you flush against the plastic cock and grinding it hard against your pussy. Her eyes focused on the wave your juices coated her length, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips.
“You ready for me, baby? Think I got this cock all nice ‘n wet in these juices of yours.”
“Mhm, ready. Please, hurry,” you rushed, mouth falling open as Abby promptly pushed her cock inside of you, your walls burning at the stretch. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” Abby growled, watching as your pussy lips stretched around the dildo, your legs caging around her hips, trying to force her to push deeper into you.
“Hold still,” she hissed, her fingers digging into the swell of your hips as she bottom out, her brows knit together in pure concentration. Slowly, she pulled out, leaving just the tip of her cock inside before slamming back into you, setting a rough pace from the get go. A dark grin spread on Abby’s lips as she heard your gasp, the pathetic, desperate look in your eyes giving her a twisted sense of satisfaction as she drilled into your weeping cunt.
The wet squelch of your pussy being fucked filled the surrounding area around you two, mingling with the sound of your moans, Abby’s grunts, and the heady scent of sex and sweat.
Your brows knitted together as Abby’s cock hit a certain spot inside of you, your back arching off the grass, and your arms wrapping around her broad shoulders, making Abby wish that she was fucking you with her cock for real.
“‘m close, Abby,” you cried, already feeling the familiar coil in you stomach, your lower body burning as her pace increased at your warning. “Already? Ain’t even been fifteen minutes, and you’re drunk on my cock like a slut.” You hid your face away from her once she said that, embarrassed at how easily she could make you fall apart under her touch.
“Ah-ah, no you fuckin’ don’t,” she snarled, yanking your arms away from your face and pinning them above your head, now grinding into you as a small punishment. “Gotta let me see that pretty face, baby. Unless you don’t wanna get fuck no more?”
Your immediately shook your head no, raising your hips up to silently beg her to start fucking you again. As much as you wanted to recognize how pathetic your actions clearly were, you were feeling too good to even think about it.
“That’s a good girl,” Abby drawled, starting back up again, making sure to hit your sweet spot over and over again, watching your body react without your permission. “Cum for me, baby. Wanna watch you,” she husked, her free hand coming down to roughly rub you swollen red clit, and hearing you cry out from the added layer of stimulation.
Your orgasm hit you like a bus, not able to give Abby a fraction of a warning as you squirted all over her cock, some of it spraying on her pelvis, and upper thighs. “Fuck, baby,” Abby chuckled breathily, gradually slowing down until her hips came to a stop, her hands gently running over you quivering stomach and thighs.
“Did such a good job, baby. I think—“ slowly, her eyes lowered, and her chest heaved as she watched you fuck yourself on her cock, even after she stopped thrusting in assumption that you needed a break after such an intense orgasm. Guess she was wrong.
“I want you,” you whimpered, still shakily rolling your hips against hers, your body sweaty and shaky. “Well,” Abby started, slowly pulling out of you, and flipping you onto your stomach, ass perked up in the air.
“Guess I’m not done with you just yet..”
