Wrong Behavior

Therese looked sexy hoeing my field in a white tank top with a teasing amount of cleavage. I could see a hint of ass cheek under her lavender cotton shorts. Therese always wears a bikini underneath, which drives everyone crazy cuz she never strips the shorts or tank top off.

I could see blue bikini strings dangling over her curvy hips. Big loops of bikini wrapped around her slender neck, tangled with dirty blonde hair coming from her pony tail. Therese is about 5'4" and no more than 110 pounds. She has full breasts, plump pouty lips and an ass that is a freak of nature. As a farmer I've never seen a creation more stimulating than Therese's behind. Even sexier than what porn sites refer to these days as a "bubble but."

I'm a forty-five year old bachelor and tobacco farm owner. I don't get off the farm all summer long, so Therese is one hell of a welcomed visual. Rarely does a girl hot as her come looking for part-time farm work. Her generous curves -- those outcasts of nature that don't look like they belong on any farm -- stand out with massive presence. My cock is aroused right now writing about it.

Therese has been working on my tobacco farm part-time for three seasons, to help supplement her income as a part-time dance teacher. She enjoys the exercise and sunshine for a tan. Therese works on a crew with three full-time women and a stocky kid I just hired out of High School named Andy. Now I should point out, these three women are nothing like Therese when it comes to sex appeal working a hoe. All three: Jen, Tina and Linda are heavy, middle-aged, buxom women -- yet surprisingly agile on their feet. They have what I call strong bodies, fleshy arms and crude mouths.

I geared my quad runner down to a crawl, amongst the crew hoeing weeds, lit a homegrown cigarette and listened in on the banter:

"Watch out Therese," taunted gang leader Jen, "one of these days we're gonna tie you up, leave you out here in the field."

The other girls laughed and heckled. Therese winced.

"Yeah Therese, maybe we'll tie you to a tree and let barely legal Andy finger your wet pussy."

"What makes you think I'm wet?" asked Therese with a confused look.

"Honey you're built for one thing, and that's sex," smirked Linda.

Therese ignored the lewd comment, her hips moving with the hoe.

"Hey Therese," taunted Tina, "does your boyfriend ever get to see you in a bikini?"

"Of course he does."

"Well bitch, you never give us a bikini show with your stripper body!"

"Whatever," grimaced Therese focused on a weed, "so now you think I'm a stripper?"

"What's wrong Therese," ribbed Jen, "you scared to show off in front of us, you think we'll be jealous?"

"I'm not comfortable working in just my bikini."

"Oh right, you save your little stripper body for weekends."

"I'm a dance teacher, not a stripper!"

"Yeah sure you are; why do you think farmer Christopher here keeps you around?"

I first hired Therese three years ago and quickly overlooked her lack of productivity. I mean holy fuck what a curved out body on her, stretching, bending, seeding, planting, suckering, weeding with a hoe, priming leaves -- whatever Therese does she makes me forget all about farm productivity.

"Hey Andy," yelled Jen, "I bet you wanna see Therese in her bikini, then when we tie her to a tree you'll know what you're fingering!"

Andy leered with his boyish looks.

Therese -- flushed red from imagining herself tied to a tree getting fingered by a nineteen year-old -- shook her head with indifference. Once again she was outnumbered in the field.

"Hey Andy," asked Tina; "what part of Therese would you most like to see most in a bikini?"

"Her MILF ass," answered Andy without hesitation, "my buddies always joke about nailing thirty year old chicks in the back door."

Therese curled her pouty lips, took a deep breath, then spoke with punk attitude, "Seriously? Like seriously you're gonna talk like that about me?"

"Oh relax," laughed Jen, "give the big kid a little show; introduce him to farm girls gone wild!"

"Maybe tomorrow," Therese teased back with a look that said fuck-you.

"Andy, I dare ya to pull on her bikini strings," ribbed Linda, "HAHA maybe put a twenty down her tank top -- we know that's how she rolls!"

Therese had enough. She dropped her hoe and punched the much larger Linda in the arm. Of course her punch had no effect other than leaving a fleshy dimple. Linda laughed and pushed Therese backwards into the dirt.

"Whatch-ya gonna do about it stripper girl," mocked Linda. As Therese tried to get up Jen and Tina took their feet and pushed her back down into the sandy tobacco soil.

I finally had to dust out my smoke and yell, "Girls enough; get back to work."

Therese still on her rear end brushed sand off her young looking thighs. Her full breasts looked hot and sweaty in a white tank top. Instinctively she checked the bikini loop behind her neck.

"Come on Therese," begged Jen, "don't be a prude, you're only thirty, that's still young enough to give Andy a better look at your stripper body."

"Quit calling me a stripper, it's rude."

"Every day we can see your ass cheeks, your tits falling out when you bend over, at least take the shorts off for fucks sakes!"

Therese got up embarrassed and pulled her shorts down a bit to cover her cheeks. She brushed tobacco sand off her shorts. Then with a slight street cadence Therese goes; "why don't you all fuck off, it's none of your business how I dress, maybe I like the look with my shorts, what's it to any of you?"

"HAHA, what ya'll worryin' about fashion?" jeered a swarthy Tina with her fat jiggling arms pushing the hoe, "we're in the middle of a gawd dammed tobacco field!"

"Hell honey, nowzz the fucking time to show it off," heckled Linda with her large ass bent over the hoe. "Just pretend you're at the strip club."

"Screw off," yelled Therese in her ethereal voice, "my gawd, I'm not a stripper, I teach dance!"

I hopped off my quad, lit another home grown cigarette and snapped open a bottle of beer. Drinking and spying on Therese are my two vices.

Jen held the hoe straight and leaned it on her chin, "come on Therese; tell the truth, where do you really dance? Quit being a prissy and show virgin boy here some stripper moves."

Andy had his eyes bulging all over Therese as she bent over to pick up her hoe. I could see Therese's concaved stomach under the white shirt as she stretched. I had to chime in again, "Girls, go easy on Andy, he's probably getting all the pussy he can handle."

"Hey farmer Christopher, how about you take your shirt of?!!" yelled Tina. The big girls often flirt with me. I weight about 185 pounds with a sturdy farmer's physique. Between all the hard work and smoking I carry little fat on my body. Once in a while I like entertaining the big boned girls, keeps productivity and worker morale up. So I pulled off my plain white T, hoping I might finally get Therese worked up. Admittedly I've never once seen Therese turned-on or even a bit flirty.

Jen, Linda and Tina started whooping it up pestering me.

"You can leave those work boots under my bed tonight Christopher!" laughed one of them.

"I still see weeds to be pulled girls," was my lame response. Then I took a quick pull on the bottle.

Therese smiled at me, "I'll be back Christopher, have to use your facilities." That refers to my outhouse in the field. Therese shoved her hoe into some freshly turned sandy soil and glared toward gang leader Jen, "Be respectful, pleaze do not talk about me while I'm gone."

Everyone watched Therese walk away. I could hear more lecherous comments while I moved around surveying my crops for disease.

"So virgin boy, are you getting a chubby watching Therese's hips?"

Andy nodded with his eyes glaring at Therese's little bit of cheeks showing under her lavender shorts.

"With each wiggle," observed Linda, "she's inviting your cock to penetrate."

"Oh yeah!" leered Andy, "I wouldn't mind tying her face down with that ass up in the air, bring my boys over to tap her from behind!"

"Calm down," demanded Jen. "Keep your pecker in your pants."

"You think she's into duct tape or hand cuffs?" asked Tina.

"You ask me, she looks built for one thing -- and that's breeding," said Linda, "who knows maybe she's a whore on weekends pimping herself out?"

"Yeah but she's such a prude," noted Jen, "I bet her boyfriend has to tie her down to get anything. Or maybe she's one of those shy girls who turn into wild animals once they're tied up."

I kept my distance and took a long pull on my beer bottle. As I looked over my crops I could still hear them talking.

"We should do something to her," beamed Jen, "she's been here long enough, fuck we never did initiate her skinny ass three years ago like we should have."

"Why don't you throw her in the pool at lunch time," suggested Andy while visually sizing up each of the three buxom brutes working their hoes.

"Nah, we've done that already, and the little skinny bitch still wouldn't take those shorts or tank top off."

"HAHA," laughed Tina, "yeah I remember the little prissy drove home soaking wet."

"Well I've got a secret," smiled a devious Jen. "Listen up, I promised the boys at the auto body shop I'll get Therese in her string bikini this summer!" Jen pushed the hoe into soil with her fat cottage cheesed ass jiggling. Then she screamed loudly with cupped hands, "and I'm fucking keeping my promise, y'all hear me!"

The auto body shop was across the road. And the mechanics over there were like roaming vultures, always sneaking peaks at Therese in the field.

"Hey I got an idea," grinned Andy. Then his voice trailed off and I couldn't hear anymore.

I heard Linda say; "that's not a bad idea."

I started to get aroused in my shorts, so I crouched down pretending to examine for crop blight.

I couldn't make out everything ring leader Jen whispered to her cronies. I continued checking my crops wondering what they were intensely discussing.

Finally I told them to keep things civil and don't get carried away. I dusted my smoke, mounted the quad and finished my beer before driving back to the main barn. I could see Therese returning from the outhouse, my goodness what a body on her, a pariah of nature. If she was a stripper like the girls teased, then I have to say you don't see many strippers built this perfectly -- or as they are called these days "exotic dancers."

As a farmer I know that only in sunlight can you can really examine a woman's body -- especially from a distance. As Therese approached from the outhouse I pretended to scan my crops, really I was examining her legs for flaws. Like always I could not see one hint of cellulite or dimples under those short lavender cotton shorts -- just purely toned lean legs. A dancing goddess! Her small arms and almost bony shoulders arched back pushing out her full breasts -- bursting in the tank top. Every visible part on her well tanned. Yet her tan lines a mystery.

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It was nearing 12:30 lunch and Therese's time to go home. I could see the women and Andy approaching from the field. Then I noticed Tina and Linda horse playing with their arms around Therese. Therese looked crushed in the middle, but her undulating hips and full chest looked very sexy.

Next thing I know Jen comes in behind and pulls Therese's shorts down and starts spanking her ass. A couple slaps looked real hard. Therese struggled to reach down for her shorts but Tina and Linda had Therese's arms pinned. Jen kept spanking her. Therese's lavender shorts were down around her ankles. I thought holy shit this is hot. So I ran over to a large bush and crawled inside to spy on the action. My cock started throbbing. No wonder I can't get any damn work done with these sexual hijinks going on.

Jen started yelling, "get her on the ground and pile on top of her."

Andy stood alongside laughing, "Therese you've got no chance with about six hundred pounds holding your ass down!"

I carefully lit a smoke and could see Therese's much smaller legs kicking and looking forever helpless. Next to those three rough and ready brutes Therese looked tiny, but her freakish curves and full breasts struggled with immense presence.

Jen started barking orders, "let's tire her out....wear her down....let her fight....and keep working her over....okay try and get her tank top....pull it up....grab her wrists....HAHA....that's it Tina pull....pull....oh yeah squeeze her wrist....keep pulling...."

I could hear Therese's muffled voice saying things like, "Come on guys, stop it, my gawd you're stretching it....you're gonna tear it...."

I saw Therese's arm reach up, her tiny fingers holding on to her tank top as it slipped over her one shoulder, the fabric stretching, Therese's tiny fingers holding on.

"Pull her fingers loose," yelled Jen, "pry open her hand, squeeze her...."

Sure enough, gang leader Jen lumbered to her feet, she yanked Therese' shorts off her ankles. Jen was now laughing and twirling the lavender shorts and white tank top with her fingers. Tina and Linda laughed hysterically. Therese slowly got up and oh my goodness what a sight -- a perfectly tanned, ultra toned body, 110 pounds, in a string bikini. She started retightening the strings over her hips; strands of dirty blonde hair fell loose from her pony tail. Her stomach was so lean it concaved.

Suddenly Therese started to run and I thought this could get interesting.

"She's getting away, grab her...."

Therese actually had a good chance to pull away from her tormentors. But lord have mercy Tina surprisingly moved like a humungous bullet and tackled Therese to the grass. The others quickly joined in. They picked Therese up kicking and screaming. Jen and Linda each held an arm. Tina and Andy each grabbed a leg. Therese struggled; twisting, writhing and begging for help, her ribs stretching in the sunlight.

I could see they were dragging Therese behind the main barn. So I crawled out from my bush and swiftly ran to a closer hedge where I lit up another cigarette.

The three women and Andy started to struggle.

Gang leader Jen kept giving instructions, 'she's a kicker and a screamer; don't let her go, keep her off the ground."

Therese kept groaning and pulling and somehow yanked her right leg and arm loose from the mob.

"Fuck this; hold her down on the ground."

"No, no, no," Therese was kicking and pleading, "stop this, let me go, please, I've got to get home."

Andy and Tina once again grabbed a leg. Jen and Linda each held an arm. They lifted her back off the grass.

"HAHA look at her hips thrusting," one of them yelled.

They had Therese up in the air, spread eagled.

"You got no chance now little stripper."

"Where you trying to go stripper, you're not going home for a while"

"It's time for you to put on a show."

I could only imagine what kind of a show they were talking about.

Therese bucked her hips, twisting her body back and forth. The girls and Andy held on to her limbs tightly.

They got Therese beside the fence and roughly set her down. Jen spanked her ass again. Andy looked uncomfortable running off toward the barn, like he had enough for one day.

The girls piled on top of Therese.

"Get off, I can't breathe," bawled a subdued Therese.

They pulled Therese to her feet and pushed.

"Hold her up to the fence," instructed Jen.

"HAHA look at her resisting; HAHA where you think you're going stripper!"

Therese tried pushing back.

"You might as well give in and get ready to give us a show."

All three pressed curvy Therese against the fence.

"Hurry the fuck up Andy;" yelled Jen looking toward the barn, "she's ready!"

"Ready for what?" yelled a winded Therese, she tried leaning forward, I could see her concaved stomach struggling, her ribs even looked sexy as she tried pushing her head down.

Jen teased, "HAHA look at the cheap floozy dancer trying to touch her toes!"

Linda and Tina pushed with all their weight, full force, pressing Therese's shoulders back up and held against the fence.

"HAHA, keep kicking those little stripper legs, you're not going anywhere."

"Once we get you naked all that'll be missing for the show are your stripper heels!"

"Maybe she has them in the car!"

I looked toward the barn and there was Andy running back with several of my biggest zip ties!

"What's going on," yelled Therese, "what's he got?"

"You're about to find out," laughed Jen, "and so are the boys across the road."

"What boys? No, no come on, I have to get home, please, stop this, let me go, I'm gonna be late...."

Collectively they worked on Therese's right arm. Therese used her free hand to punch at them.

"Keep struggling Therese, your breasts are already starting to slip out."

It was true, it seemed like with each movement another part of Therese wanted to slip out of her string bikini.

"HAHA check it out, her stripper body can't wait to get naked!" teased one of them.

"I....don't....want....to....be....naked....let....me....go....this....isn't fair....four....on....one..."

They now had Therese's right arm completely extended and held to the fence. I could see Andy running a tie strap through the fence looping it around Therese's wrist.

"She's a fighter," announced Andy as he almost dropped the strap.

"Please stop....come on Andy, please hon," begged Therese, "why you doing this to me.... four on one....this is embarrassing me, where's Christopher? Come on girls.... you know I'll get even.... I'll get you all fired!"

"HAHA fired my fat ass," laughed Jen. "What's wrong poor Therese, are we exposing your secret, you're really a weekend stripper aren't you?!! Why else does farmer Christopher keep you around?"

Therese now tried to reason with her bullies while they kept her pinned; "I do have to get home, I can't be late, it's real important that I get home on time today...."

"Slut you don't strip until the weekend; you have all afternoon ya little prude."

After more fumbling Andy finally looped the strap and quickly zipped it tight.

Jen stood back and laughed hysterically. She looked across the road and screamed: "get ready boys! It's show time!"

"What," yelled a confused Therese, "who are you yelling for? What are you doing to me?"

Tina and Linda stretched Therese's left arm against the fence while Andy ran the tie strap through a hole. This time Andy had no trouble looping the tie strap and zipping it closed. Therese was now tied to my fence in her blue string bikini.

"HAHA bitch," taunted Tina, "struggle all you want, you want to tease with your little shorts and your tits hanging out, well here's your chance."

Andy stood back to admire his work.

"Andy, add couple more straps on both wrists," demanded Jen, "make sure she's not going anywhere."

Therese started flailing her lean legs and again tried to reason, "don't Andy.... this isn't fair.... four on one, please hon, don't listen to them.... it's four on one.... "

"Ohhh please," mocked Tina. She threw grass into Therese's dirty blonde hair. "What ya gonna do about it, you better fight us off if you don't want to get naked."

Therese tried kicking Tina with a surprisingly vicious thrust.

"Grab her feet," instructed Jen. Tina and Linda yanked Therese's shoes and ankle socks off. "Andy hurry up, zip tie her ankles."

"Oh no, please not my legs too," pleaded Therese.

Andy bent down, the girls pinned both of Therese's legs to the fence. In mere seconds Therese was completely zip tied. And my cock was throbbing in the hedge. It was time for another smoke.

In the melee Jen had made her way across the road. I could hear shouting and boisterous laughing. Therese looked completely helpless at the mercy of her co-workers. Like her worse nightmare had materialized. She focused on pulling her right hand out of the straps.