Kevin sat across from Melisha Tweedy at the worn wooden table inside the old farmhouse. The air was thick with the smell of dust and old wood. He had just finished the tour and was quietly calculating in his head, the farm was in bad shape, but the land and buildings had potential.
"So… how much are you asking for the farm?" he asked directly.
Melisha leaned forward slightly, her sharp eyes watching him. "I'm asking for 280,000 dollars. That's already a big discount because of the… situation with the chickens."
Kevin nodded slowly, keeping his expression neutral. 280,000 was still quite high for the current condition of the property. He could see the desperation in her posture, but he wasn't going to jump at the first number.
Melisha watched him carefully, her sharp eyes narrowing as the silence stretched.
She could see the hesitation on his face. Her hands tightened on the edge of the table.
"You're thinking it's too expensive," she said, her voice low and strained. "I know the place looks rough. But the land is good. The barns can be fixed. I'm already selling it far below what it's worth because of… the mess with the chickens."
Kevin leaned back slightly, keeping his expression neutral. "It needs a lot of work. I'm interested, but I'd need a significant discount to make it worth the investment."
Melisha's jaw tightened. For a long moment she said nothing. Then, without warning, she stood up and moved around the table toward him.
Kevin's eyes widened as she stopped right in front of him.
"Mrs. Tweedy—"
"Melisha," she corrected, her voice suddenly softer, almost husky. "Call me Melisha."
Before he could respond, she slowly lowered herself to her knees on the dusty floor between his legs. Her thin hands reached forward and boldly cupped the front of his pants, feeling the growing bulge beneath the fabric.
Kevin stiffened in shock. "What are you doing?"
"I'm doing what I have to," she whispered, her fingers pressing and rubbing against him through the cloth. "I need this sale, Kevin. I'm desperate. I'll do anything… anything at all."
Her fingers found the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Kevin's breath hitched as she reached inside, pulling his hardening cock free from his boxers. It sprang out, already half-hard from the sudden, unexpected contact.
Melisha looked up at him with hungry, pleading eyes. "Let me show you how grateful I can be… Please. Buy the farm. I'll make it worth your while."
She leaned forward without waiting for an answer. Her warm breath ghosted over the head of his cock before her tongue flicked out, licking a slow, wet stripe from base to tip. Kevin groaned despite himself, his hands gripping the arms of the chair.
"Melisha… this isn't—"
"Shhh," she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his thickening shaft and giving it a slow, firm stroke. "Just let me take care of you."
Her lips parted and she took him into her mouth, warm, wet, and surprisingly eager. She started with slow, sensual bobs of her head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, tracing the ridge before dipping into the slit to taste the bead of pre-cum that had formed.
Her hand worked the base in perfect rhythm, twisting gently as she sucked, coating his entire length with her saliva.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the small kitchen
Slurp… gluck… gluck-gluck
As she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each downward motion. She moaned around his cock, the vibration traveling straight to his balls, making them tighten with pleasure.
Kevin's head fell back against the chair, a low, guttural groan escaping his throat. The sight of the woman on her knees, desperately sucking him off in her own kitchen to sell her farm, was incredibly arousing in its raw desperation.
Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft as she bobbed faster, taking him deeper until the head bumped against the back of her throat.
She gagged softly but didn't pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat and pushed forward, swallowing him until her nose pressed against his pubic bone.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she held him there, throat convulsing around his cock, milking him with rhythmic swallows.
"Fuck…" Kevin hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair. The wet heat, the tight constriction of her throat, and the desperate way she was working him pushed him closer to the edge faster than he expected.
Melisha pulled back with a wet gasp, strings of thick saliva connecting her swollen lips to his throbbing cock. She looked up at him with glazed, pleading eyes, her hand still stroking him firmly.
"Please…" she whispered hoarsely, her voice rough from taking him so deep. "Buy the farm. I'll be good to you. I'll do whatever you want… whenever you want."
Then she dove back down, sucking harder, faster, her head bobbing with frantic need.
One hand pumped the base while the other gently massaged his balls, urging him on.
Kevin couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he gripped her hair tighter and thrust upward, burying himself in her throat as he came hard.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted into her mouth and down her throat. Melisha moaned loudly around him, swallowing greedily as pulse after pulse filled her. She kept sucking gently through his orgasm, milking every last drop until he was spent.
When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, Melisha stayed on her knees, looking up at him. She opened her mouth slowly, showing him the thick white load still pooled on her tongue. Then, with deliberate slowness, she closed her mouth and swallowed visibly, her throat working as she took every drop.
She licked her lips clean and gave him a small, satisfied smile, her voice husky. "Did that help convince you?"
Kevin breathed heavily, staring down at her, his mind still spinning from the sudden, intense encounter.
The negotiation had taken a very unexpected and very heated turn.