I woke up when Liam, my landlord and friend, softly prodded my shoulder. The light was shining through the cracks in the wall and through the window of the abandoned shed that had been my home for the past couple of months. It was already pretty warm outside, twenty-five degrees at least, and the temperatures would probably climb up to thirty-five in the late afternoon. There had been a brief shower in the night, I had heard it on the shed’s tin roof, but by now the ground would be dry already.

“Cassie, time to get up.”

I yawned and turned around. “Ten more minutes.”

It was half past seven in the morning, and how anyone could get up before nine was beyond me. Liam was an early riser, he often slept in the shed when he was fed up with his parents, and at first he hadn’t been happy to share his little refuge. But being a typical young man, he hadn’t been able to resist my charms for long.

“Come on,” he said, “it’s time. I let you sleep as long as I could.”

Too bad that he was following instructions from my younger and stronger self; seven hours younger, to be precise. He pulled the blanket away, leaving me naked on the thin sleeping pad that served as my bed, in the middle of old flower pots, gardening tools, and sacks of potting soil.

“Don’t blame me if you get in trouble at work again, Cassie.”

“Emma is gone for the week,” I said and yawned. “She put Amanda in charge. It's all a bit more relaxed.”

“Uh-huh. I saw your butt last night.”

I remembered how my sloppiness had gotten me into trouble, but when I touched my ass, it felt soft and smooth – the regenerative gel had healed the welts overnight, like it always did. He was right though, no matter who was in charge, being late for work would mean ten lashes with the leather strap, and that wasn’t the most pleasant way to start a shift.

With a deep sigh and a helping hand from Liam I finally got up and looked through the window across the golden corn fields outside, yawning and rubbing my eyes. It was a beautiful view, even though I would have preferred to enjoy it a couple of hours later.

“Happy now?” I asked, but he just chuckled.

Liam was a tall, slender eighteen-year-old farmer’s son, red-headed and with freckles all over. Most people wouldn't call him handsome, but he had an irresistible smile that made me like him immediately. It turned out that he was Amanda’s second cousin, which wasn’t a big coincidence – in the local farming community everyone was in some way related to everyone else.

“I brought you some coffee and cake,” he said and handed me a mug that smelled delicious. “How about you come and have dinner with me and my parents tonight?”

I laughed, almost spilling the coffee. “You can’t be serious. I think it’s better for everyone if your parents don’t find out about us. You do remember that I know your dad from work, right?”

“So? I’m sure he won’t say anything.”

“I’m more worried about your mother. What would I say if she asks questions? ‘Well, ma’am, I got shipped here as a penal slave, and now I work as a prostitute at Emma’s. No, I don't charge your son, but at work I suck your husband’s dick every Monday and Thursday, when he's shopping downtown. Pass the potatoes, please?’”

He grinned. “That’s gonna be a dinner no one will ever forget. By the way, what do you think of my old man? Does he treat you okay?”

“He's a normal customer, nothing out of the ordinary. He doesn't talk much, except last month when you handled that sale all on your own. He wouldn't shut up about that.”

“Really? That was barely mentioned at home.”

“Trust me, he’s really proud of you. It's more complicated with your mom, apparently she doesn't want to suck him off, and when they are fighting, he fucks my ass and calls me Erin.”

“Okay,” he said and winced, “that is too much information.”

I grinned and shrugged. “You asked. Anyway, we’ve got plans, remember? Amanda and Kira are coming over for drinks, and you should invite Selena. I’ve seen you two talk, she likes you, but you gotta make a move.”

“I know, I know.”

“Seriously, Liam, don't push this off for too long. She's such a cutie, she won't be single forever, I promise you that.”

“I don’t think I’m ready,” he said and sat down on the old wooden table, his legs dangling.

I put down the coffee and gave him a kiss on his lips – gentle first, getting more passionate when our tongues met. As he returned the kiss, he touched the underside of my left naked breast and caressed my nipple with his thumb, something that never failed to get me in the mood.

“See,” I said, breaking the kiss before this went any further. “You’re ready for a date. Just don’t touch her boobs on the first kiss, it’s better to save that for a bit later.”

“What if I ask her, and she isn't interested?”

“You know what,” I said and scratched my freshly healed butt, “let’s not call it a date, it’s just a little party with friends, and because it’s my party, I can invite whoever I want. You two have a couple of drinks, sit outside, and look at the stars. Easy. You'll figure out the rest.”

“Mhhh.”

He got up from the table and walked around, clearly not convinced, but this couldn't wait any longer. She worked at the counter of a hardware store in town, and sooner or later someone else would ask her out.

I set down the empty coffee mug. “Alright, then it’s decided. I’ll stop by the store and invite her. But there’s something I need in return.”

“Oh?” he asked, as if he didn't know exactly what I had in mind.

“Sir,” I said, starting our usual roleplay, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to make rent today. It’s not my fault, it’s the economy.”

Even though the shed was on his family's land, and I jokingly called him my landlord, I didn't actually pay rent, but it was a fun way to get things going.

He grinned and stroked the back of my neck. “I should have you evicted, Ms. Anderson. But maybe we can come to some other arrangement.”

“But sir,” I said in mock protest, rubbing my pussy, “how dare you! What kind of woman do you think I am? Do you have no respect for your elders?”

He was barely three years younger than me, and even though he didn’t admit it, I suspected that I had been his first. As a service to all his future girlfriends I had taught him what he needed to know about pleasing a woman – or at least how I liked it. Sex with him was a lot of fun, he was well-equipped, and Selena would have no complaints if they ever got this far.

“But Ms. Anderson,” he said and rolled my rock-hard nipples between his fingers, “how do you explain this reaction of yours? You seem to be quite excited.”

“The cold will do that, sir! How dare you make assumptions! However, if there is absolutely no other choice, then I will pay my dues any way I can.”

“Well, since you're offering, Miss. I could never resist the charms of an older woman.”

“Anything to keep a roof over my head, sir,” I said, going down on my knees in front of him.

Already wet and excited, I opened his belt and pants to free his dick. When I took him into my mouth, it had a faint taste of soap – for a farm boy who spent many of his nights in a shed, he was very concerned with cleanliness.

I licked the length of his shaft and took him back into my mouth, gently massaging his balls the way he liked it. Like with any man, it soon had the desired effect.

With him good and hard, I leaned over the table, one foot on the floor, the other on the tabletop, which was still covered with breadcrumbs from last night. It was a very inviting position that made it easy for him to enter me from behind in whatever way he chose.

“Any preference, Ms. Anderson?” he asked, tracing a line with his finger all the way from my neck to my hip.

“I’d like it in the ass, sir, if that's alright.”

What can I say? Even prim and proper Ms. Anderson had her slutty moments.

He took some lube from the dispenser that I had lifted from Emma’s and liberally coated both himself and my asshole. Emma had caught me, unfortunately, and it had cost me twenty lashes, but she had only deducted two credits from my salary, which made it a pretty good deal, all things considered.

“Ready, Ms. Anderson?”

“As always, sir!”

I gasped when he slowly pushed that glorious erect dick into my asshole, stretching my sphincter in a way that would have been insanely painful just half a year ago. Like his father's, Liam’s dick definitely needed a good amount of lube to get it inside of me.

In recent months, I had warmed up to anal sex, to the point that the other girls were making fun of me. A large dick pounding my ass with a little help from my fingers was my favorite way to give myself some release.

“All good?” he asked when he was halfway in.

“Gods, yes! Keep going!”

He gave me a moment to adjust, then he settled into a slow rhythm, fucking my ass while I rubbed my clit, slowly at first, then faster, my sleepiness all but forgotten. This was definitely one of the better ways to start my day.

“Harder, come on! Give it to me!”

I didn’t have to tell him twice, he picked up speed, giving me the balls-deep penetration that I craved, while I feverishly worked my clit. Over the last few months he had grown more experienced – he was able to control himself and had the stamina to pound me for however long I needed it.

This morning it didn’t take long, I was getting there in record time. I took my fingers off my clit to draw things out a little, but I was already very close to the edge, and it didn't take a lot to push me over.

“Fuck, yes” I screamed and slumped on the table, my legs shaking, while the first orgasm of the day washed over me.

“Can I cum?” he asked, stroking the hair out of my sweaty face. “Or do you want to keep going?”

“All day if I could,” I said, and exhaled, “but I don’t have time. Go ahead.”

As much as I would have loved to treat myself to another orgasm, I had the morning shift, and it was really time to get myself ready. It took him just a few more pumps, then he groaned and pulled his dick from my thoroughly stretched and gaping ass.

Conditioned from thousands of tricks I turned around and got back on my knees before I realized what I was doing. In my line of work it was customary to suck a dick clean, no matter where it had been, but here at home it was a different matter.

Being a gentleman, he dutifully wiped both me and himself with the towel that I had borrowed from his parents’ clothesline and brushed some breadcrumbs off my breasts.

“Happy birthday, Cassie,” he said and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Don't forget to eat your cake.”