Taking Orders

Lana Kilgore slid off her horse and led the graceful, black Arabian into the barn. Since she graduated from Harcroft Prep a month before, Lana had plenty of time to ride over the summer before heading off to college. With her parents in Europe, it was the perfect diversion during the day, and Lana loved to ride. She had begun horseback riding lessons when she was eight, and her passion for riding had only intensified. Lana was never one for competition, but since Kilgore Farms was only a ten minute drive from home she spent as much time as she could with the horses.

Davis Kilgore, a real estate magnate and entrepreneur, had amassed a fortune by the time he was thirty-five. He spent a few years as a playboy before settling down -- albeit half-heartedly -- with Lana's mother, Elaine, a former model from Australia. It was from her mother that Lana got her natural, light blond hair and hazel eyes. Her hair was rarely cut, so it nearly reached her bottom and hung in loose, beachy waves. While her mother was 5'9" and rail-thin, Lana was 5'6" and toned from riding and participating in sports at school. She had never been able to identify a trait inherited from her father. Everyone else thought it was obvious -- Lana clearly had her father's superiority complex.

Clasping the reigns, she strode down the aisle between the stalls. Her temper flared a little -- where were all the stable hands? Never once had Lana saddled, un-saddled, or groomed her own horse. It was simply unnecessary when her father paid people to do it. Impatient, she stopped half-way to the opposite end of the barn.

"Hello?" she called out, exasperation apparent in her voice. When no one appeared instantaneously, she screamed louder. "Where are all the dumb, fucking farmhands?" she whispered under her breath. She had no intention of leading the horse one step further until someone came to take care of him.

In the tack room at the end of the barn, Jack Thomas was almost finished oiling one of Lana's many saddles. He had heard her first, whiny cry and hadn't budged an inch. Great, Super Bitch is here, he thought to himself. It was getting late. The other hands had left for the day and the manager was in his house, a few hundred yards away. Jack was the only one within earshot. This was one of many reasons why he was beginning to question the decision to take the job at Kilgore Farms -- after all, half the family ranch in Montana was his. When his brother finally got around to buying him out, he certainly wouldn't be oiling uppity little Miss Kilgore's extra saddles anymore.

He gave the leather one more rub, and it crossed his mind that Lana had once straddled that very spot. She was undeniably sexy with her long blond hair, firm ass, and what Jack guessed were 32C breasts. But that attitude was fucking unbearable. He tossed the sponge into the bucket, set his jaw, and marched out into the barn.

Lana straightened up immediately when she recognized the new farmhand. "Do you work here?" she asked snidely. She knew very well that Jack Thomas had been working at the barn for two full weeks now. She had caught him eyeing her frequently, and that wasn't the only reason why he intimidated her -- and turned her on. He was physically imposing at a muscled 6'3", but his silence and emotionless face were just as striking. He was dangerous. And Lana liked it.

He stared her down for a moment, rubbing his oil-stained hands on his already grubby t-shirt. When he answered his deep voice was firm and steady. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do."

"Then untack my horse. Now. I wasn't aware that my father employed deaf farmhands. Didn't you hear me calling?" she spat.

"I did." Jack sauntered towards her. "But only a snobby little bitch like you would expect me to jump at your beck and call." Did I just say that? he thought. Insulting the big man's daughter was never a good idea. But two weeks of irritation -- and lust -- was about to bubble over.

"Bastard!" she squealed.

He smirked a little, liking her feisty reaction. "Now, why don't we teach you a little bit about how to take care of the horses you love so much?" He closed the distance between them before Lana could utter a word. Snatching the reigns, he harnessed and clipped the horse for grooming and handed her a brush. Jack moved close to her and pulled the saddle and pad off with ease, the muscles in his arms rippling. Lana tried, and failed, to avert her eyes. Just to have something to do, she began to brush the horse.

"Not so hard, huh?" he prodded. He'd won the battle, and Lana knew it. The war, however, could still be hers.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You're almost thirty and you're paid to clean up horse-shit. I told you to groom my horse, so do it!" Her face flushed a deep pink and she panted after her outburst, her lips slightly parted. Jack's eyes had darkened as she screamed, and his face looked hard as stone. He didn't move, didn't speak. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was the only indication he wasn't a life-like statue.

His silent defiance pushed her over the edge and she hurled the brush at him as hard as she could. "I said do it," Lana yelled.

Before the brush hit the ground -- far from its intended target -- Jack took two lunging steps toward her. She backed up until she was pressed against the raw wood of a horse stall. Her quick movement had preserved less than an inch of space between her heaving tits and his chest. Jack's arms remained at his side, but the restraint clearly took a lot of effort. Lana refused to surrender, despite his aggression, and glared up at him. Something in his eyes scared her, and for the first time she realized that there was no one else around. What was he going to do to her? Whatever it was, she realized she was asking for it.

"And I told you I'm not at your beck and call," he said tersely.

Without thinking Lana raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. Jack's cheek reddened where her palm had made contact. She gasped, surprised at her own action. Jack inhaled sharply and his eyes flashed. In an instant, he had taken both her wrists in one hand and pulled them roughly up above her head. It was only then that Lana noticed the moisture that was beginning to collect between her thighs.

"Apologize," Jack demanded.

"Fuck you!" Lana said slowly and deliberately.

Jack growled a little bit, low and deep in his throat. "Mmm, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea." He closed the last inch of space between their bodies until he could feel her nipples hard against his chest. She was still staring up at him, and he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers forcefully. Lana pushed against his massive shoulders as he kissed her, but she couldn't resist any longer. She opened her mouth and his tongue immediately sought hers out. As soon as she moaned, he stopped and pulled back, one hand still holding her arms above her head.

Lana regained composure for a moment. "You wouldn't dare fuck me."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" he smirked. "Funny thing is, I kinda get the idea you want me to fuck you."

He could see the fear in her eyes, saw that she knew that he knew the truth. Still, she tried to resist. "No, you wouldn't dare. You're disgusting, you stink. And I absolutely refuse to be fucked in a barn."

His chuckle gave her butterflies. "Does that mean you'd like to be fucked elsewhere?" Before she could answer he slung her over his shoulder and carried her out of the barn.

"Give me your keys," he demanded gruffly. Wordlessly, she fished them out of the pocket of her riding breeches. Her Mercedes SUV chirped when Jack unlocked it. He threw Lana into the passenger seat and slammed the door. When he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine Lana finally spoke.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, a tremor in her voice. The luxury car bumped down the gravel road, faster than Lana would ever have dared to drive.

"Shut up," Jack said. "You'll see soon enough. In the meantime, I have a job for you."

Lana's eyes widened as Jack used one hand to unzip his dirty jeans. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. "Get me hard," he commanded.

Saying 'no' never crossed her mind. Instead, Lana tentatively leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his exposed rod. She looked him in the eye before lowering her head and gently licking the tip of his cock. She used her tongue to swirl the pre-cum around before taking the head into her mouth. After a moment, she licked the underside of his cock, as much as she could reach, and then took him fully into her mouth.

Jack moaned. Lana certainly wasn't a cock-sucking pro, but she wasn't doing half bad. And he wasn't even having to coax her, the little slut. He ran his hand down her back, pulling her shirt up to expose some skin, and smacked her ass. She yelped with his dick still in her mouth and the vibration made him moan again. God, he was hard as a rock. Fortunately, they pulled into the driveway at that very moment.

The bump at the curb made Lana stop and look to see where they were. "This is my house," she exclaimed.

"So it is," Jack teased. "Although really it's more of a mansion." And indeed it was. He parked the car at the elaborate entryway, tucked himself in enough to make it inside, and used Lana's keys to unlock the front door. He held it open for her and she walked into the grand foyer. A giant stone stair case led upstairs.

Lana paused just inside the door, not knowing what to do next. "Take me to your room," Jack told her. "I'm going to fuck you in your own bed." The girl looked at him wide-eyed, but began to climb the stairwell. He followed a few steps behind her to take in her swaying ass. When they got to the top, she turned right and walked down a long corridor to the door at the end. She turned and looked him in the eye before opening it.

Lana's room was enormous. Two walls were made almost entirely of windows, and a gigantic four-poster bed was centered on a third. Jack dropped his pants and boxers, stripped off his soiled shirt and laid in the center of Lana's bed.

The room was dead silent. "Take off your shirt." Lana knew she should say no. Should never have let it get this far. Should run from the room and summon help. But she didn't do any of those things. She didn't want to.

Slowly, she began to unbutton the oxford shirt she was wearing. When she finished, she hesitated and cast her eyes down before finally dropping the shirt to the floor. She breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling in the pink, lace bra she wore.

"Now your pants," Jack commanded. Lana hooked her fingers into the waistband of her riding breeches and began to pull them down along with her underwear. "I didn't tell you to take your panties off. Didn't you hear me?" he mocked her, the irony in his voice. When she had kicked her boots, socks, and britches to the side, his eyes traveled up and down her nubile body until she couldn't stand it anymore. Her cheeks burned under his gaze.

But he wasn't finished yet. "Put your hand in your panties. I want to see you touch yourself."

Lana couldn't manage a response, but she rested her left hand on her taut belly before sliding it inside the matching pink lace panties, down over her mound and in between the cleft of her sex. She let out a little sigh at her own touch.

"Are you wet?" Jack barked.

Lana didn't answer. "I asked you a question."

Finally, she looked him in the eye. Clearly she wasn't going to answer. Her silence was as annoying as her bitchy screaming, and Jack couldn't stand it anymore. He flew off the bed and hurled her back onto it. With one deft motion, he pulled her panties down her legs and threw them angrily onto the floor. As she lay on her back, he grabbed her knees and pushed her legs as far apart as they would go.

Her teenage pussy was clean shaven, flushed pink, and dripping wet. Jack laughed. "Is this why you didn't want to answer? You want to be fucked so bad, don't you, slut?"

She gasped at the insult. But she couldn't deny it. What kind of girl lets a farmhand fuck her -- and enjoys it? Lana nodded, barely moving her chin up and down. Immediately, Jack pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her tiny, pink nipples to the cool air in the room. He pinched until she squirmed, and then bent down over her to suck them into his mouth, one after the other. Lana moaned in delight, and her hands pushed his head down against her tits.

Jack kissed and licked his way down her belly until he came face to face with her sex. Her labia were puffy and the moisture glistened, beckoning him to taste. When his tongue touched her pussy, her hips bucked involuntarily. She sucked in her breath and mewled, her hands clutching frantically at her breasts and rubbing her nipples. He wrapped his arms around behind her legs to steady her, and began to lick up and down her bare slit.

Lana had never felt anything so good in her entire life. She could feel her muscles begin to clinch, and when Jack sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the nub she lost it. Her pussy exploded in orgasm and she could feel the tremors throughout her body.

"Oh, my god, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," she screamed over and over again.

Jack's fortitude was beginning to wane. He needed to be inside of her. He knelt in between her hips and placed a hand on each thigh.

"Put my cock inside your pussy," Jack told her. Lana was hardly coherent, but she reached down and took his massive cock in her small hand.

"Jack, I've never done this before," she said. He could hear the sincerity in her voice. Lana was a virgin. He was about to deflower a virgin. His eyes travelled from her face, lust-filled but fearful, to her hand encircling his dick. She rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit before the bulbous head slipped inside of her. Lana sucked in her breath and Jack thrust once, making an inch or two of headway.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Jack gasped. He wasn't sure he'd last long enough to get all the way in. All Lana could do was moan. Jack continued thrusting until he felt her virginity give way. She let out a small whimper, but the pain didn't last long.

After a few more thrusts, Jack's cock was fully lodged in Lana's pussy. She rubbed her clit and met his gaze.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

Jack's blood was boiling. "What did you say?"

"Fuck me," she said louder.

"Scream, bitch" Jack said, and began thrusting hard and fast.

"Fuuuuuck me!" she screamed.

Jack couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going to come," he growled. "Ask me to come inside you," he ordered.

"Please," Lana panted, "Please come inside me!" Before she finished, Jack came, spurting his semen deep inside Lana's pussy. She could feel his cum, warm and gooey, and the sensation sent Lana over the edge a second time. Her pussy clenched over and over again, milking every drop out of his cock. Jack collapsed on top of her, and his softening member slid out of her cum-filled pussy.

Maybe working at Kilgore Farms wasn't so bad after all.