Page 20 of Her Juicy Cherry (Sweet Treats 2)

“Coming,” is my reply. “Give me just a sec.”

Slowly, I clamber down the ladder, trying not to get twigs in my hair. When I finally reach the ground, I smile at Abigail.

“Sorry,” I say by way of apology. “I just saw some really ripe cherries and wanted to finish picking the bunch before coming down.”

“Oh sure,” agrees Abigail with a smile. “I totally know what you mean. Here, have some water,” she says, handing me an ice cold bottle.

I take a grateful gulp and then hand it back to her as we sit on the ground, our backs against the tree. It feels nice to sit after standing so long, and we both relax. The sunlight is still thin as it’s only mid-morning, but soon it’ll grow into a powerful halo that scorches the Earth as we do our work. Thankfully, I’ll be back in the lab by then, hopefully servicing Hank and Huck.

“Is everything okay with you?” asks Abigail while swigging from the bottle again. “You’ve been gone a lot.”

These past couple of days, I’ve missed dinner in the mess hall because of my gorgeous bosses’ demands. They have me screaming and mewling in all sorts of dirty positions, with all sorts of filthy toys buried in my cavities. It sounds disgusting, but I love it. I wake up sore in the morning in all the right places, and sometimes even limp a bit on the walk to breakfast.

“I’m okay,” I say with a smile. “There’s just a lot of paperwork at the farm. With Cherrywood a bustle of activity, there’s a lot to keep up with.”

Abigail nods with understanding.

“That makes sense. You know, if you’re overworked at the office, maybe I could help? I could come in during the afternoons, and take a stab at some of that filing you’ve been talking about.”

I try to keep from laughing because obviously, Abigail has no idea about what I really do. I’m not filing. I’m stretched out between two men as they pummel me, and then pummel each other. Or I’m stretched out as they pound me with one of their amazing devices, before turning the contraption on themselves, and enjoying it as a trio.

Even better, Hank and Huck sometimes let me helm the controls too. The other day, I watched with satisfaction at the keyboard as Huck bent over. As I tapped my fingers, a robotic arm inserted a cucumber between his cheeks, easing it in deep as he gripped the lab table with white knuckles. Huck moaned with pleasure with his head thrown back, his expression strained. Meanwhile, Hank knelt before him, sucking him off even as the cucumber tunneled its way in. Sometimes, you don’t need anything fancy or remote-controlled; a vegetable will do.

“I’ll ask if they want to hire anyone else,” I say as a promise. “Who knows? Maybe they’ll say yes.”

But I know Hank and Huck won’t. After all, Abigail is thin and freckly, with red hair that sticks out. I know enough of my bosses now to realize that they appreciate curvy, feminine figures which roll and bounce when taken. They like real women, and a barely-there stick figure like Abigail would never appeal to their senses.

Not that they’re looking, either. After all, we’ve spent a few weeks now locked in one another’s embrace, but it’s not just the physical connection that keeps us going. There’s an emotional connection too, and it makes my heart soar. But what will we do once cherry-picking season is over? Will my gorgeous bosses keep me on, or will I be banished from the farm for good?

11

Hank

The food steams, and I swallow a bite of stew with pleasure.

“Sweetheart, this is amazing,” I growl. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Courtney giggles a bit while stirring a pot on the stove.

“You haven’t tasted my lentils yet,” she says. “These are spiced with cumin, and it sounds weird, but it’s really good, I promise.”

Huck nods his appreciation as she comes over with an apron covering her assets. Otherwise, Courtney’s completely nude underneath, save for a pair of red stilettos.

“Are you ready for the lentils?” she asks in a sweet voice while setting the pot down on the table.

Huck and I can’t take our eyes off her lush figure. The apron is a red and white check with frills around the edges. Her huge tits press against the material, the sides spilling out, as her sassy hips sway with temptation. Fuck. How did we get so lucky? A girl who cooks for us, and also services us in every way possible? We’ve hit the jackpot.

As if reading my mind, Courtney takes a seat at the table.

“And I have a special dessert for you too. I promise, it’s sweet but really healthy for you. I can’t believe the diets you guys were eating before I got here!” she mock scolds.

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