Kevin sat alone in the small office attached to Krusty Farm, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. The long day moving the animals, setting up the jellyfish tanks, and finalizing the first harvest schedule had left him drained but satisfied. The farm was finally operational, and the weight of responsibility felt a little lighter now that things were in motion.
The door creaked open.
Kevin opened his eyes and saw Melisha Tweedy standing in the doorway. She had changed out of her usual faded dress into something slightly more presentable, a simple blouse and a knee-length skirt but her expression was the same sharp, calculating one he had seen during the negotiation.
"Melisha?" Kevin asked, sitting up straighter. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone home for the night."
She closed the door behind her with a soft click and walked toward his desk, her hips swaying with deliberate purpose.
"I'm here to serve my purpose," she said simply, her voice low and steady.
Kevin blinked, still confused. "What do you mean?"
Without answering, Melisha dropped to her knees in front of his chair. Her hands moved with surprising confidence as she reached for his zipper and pulled it down. His flaccid cock slipped out into the open air.
"When you bought the farm, you can use me all you want and I'll do anything," she reminded him, her tone matter-of-fact but laced with something darker. "It still counts, you know."
Kevin's breath caught. "Melisha—"
She didn't wait for him to finish. She spat directly onto the head of his cock, watching the saliva drip down the shaft. Then she coated him thoroughly with her tongue, licking every inch until his cock glistened.
She moved lower, lifting his balls with her hand and sucking one into her mouth, then the other, rolling them gently with her tongue while her hand pumped his slowly hardening length.
Kevin groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. "Fuck… you're serious."
Melisha released his balls with a wet pop and looked up at him, her eyes dark with determination. "Dead serious."
She took him into her mouth again, this time with more hunger. Her lips stretched around his thickening cock as she bobbed her head slowly, taking him deeper with each pass.
Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, while her hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm. Wet, obscene sounds filled the small office.
slurp… gluck… gluck-gluck
Kevin's cock quickly grew fully hard under her attention. Melisha moaned around him, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, holding him there for a few seconds before pulling back with a gasp, strings of thick saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft.
She looked up at him again, breathing heavily. "You like that? I can be very useful to you… if you let me."
Kevin's grip tightened on the chair. The sight of the once-domineering woman on her knees, eagerly sucking him off in his own office to save her farm, was intensely arousing in its raw desperation. He reached down and threaded his fingers through her hair, not forcing her, but guiding her rhythm as she took him back into her mouth.
Melisha sucked harder, faster, her head bobbing with wet, sloppy enthusiasm. Her hand pumped the part she couldn't fit in her mouth while her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock. She occasionally pulled off to spit on him again, making everything slick and messy, before diving back down with renewed vigor.
Kevin's breathing grew ragged. "Melisha… I'm getting close…"
She didn't stop. Instead, she doubled her efforts, sucking him with desperate hunger, her eyes watering slightly from the depth but never breaking eye contact.
When he was right on the edge, she suddenly pulled off with a wet pop. She stood up, turned around, and bent over the desk, raising her skirt and sliding her panties down her thighs in one smooth motion. Her bare ass and puffy, already-wet pussy were presented to him.
She looked back over her shoulder, voice husky with need.
"Use it," she said. "Fuck me. I'm yours now."
Kevin stood up, his cock throbbing. He gripped her hips and aligned himself with her entrance, then pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat as he sank deep inside her.
Melisha moaned loudly, pushing back against him. "Yes… just like that…"
He started thrusting slow and deep at first, then gradually building speed. The desk creaked under them as he fucked her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other gripped her hip.
They changed positions twice more, once with her sitting on the desk facing him, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her, and again with her bent over the chair, ass up high as he took her harder.
Melisha's moans grew louder and more desperate with each thrust. "Harder… don't hold back… use me…"
Kevin obliged, spanking her ass sharply between thrusts, watching the red handprints bloom on her skin. The combination of pain and pleasure seemed to drive her wild.
When he felt himself getting close again, he pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her onto her back on the desk. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove back inside her in one powerful thrust.
Melisha cried out, her walls clenching around him as she came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Kevin followed right after, burying himself deep and filling her with thick ropes of cum, groaning as he emptied himself inside her.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, both panting heavily.
Melisha looked up at him with hazy, satisfied eyes, a small, tired smile on her lips.
"The farm is yours," she whispered hoarsely. "And so am I… whenever you want."
Kevin pulled out slowly, still catching his breath.
The deal was sealed in more ways than one.