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First Published: 22 April 2012 (part 4, 12 October 2015)

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The Retired Farm Hand
by Isabella

Story code: M/F, inter-generational, animal, Incest exhibitionism, Prostitution

Hi, I'm Samantha but I prefer Sam, as I volunteer for the local authority's IT department, I get to teach people to use computers and the internet and, depending on where I'm needed I can work in local libraries, cafes, the back room of a pub or even the church hall. I just need to pick up a laptop with a g-three dongle if I need to teach internet skills in a location without a wi-fi hotspot, and there aren't many places like that these days. Even if the wi-fi network is a secure one, the owner usually allows me to sign in to it because everyone understands the good I do for the people in our small village community.

Anyway, Roger was a newly retired farm labourer, I don't actually know him, he's always been a bit of a recluse apparently, living on the very edge of the area I'm responsible for. He had asked at the library for an internet taster session and they had passed his name and address on to me.

I sent him a letter, inviting him to come in and see me in the library the following week. Roger turned up, I was the only person in the room apart from Jill, the sixty year old librarian, Roger asked her if Sam was in and she pointed to me. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Roger, just as I thought, he wasn't anyone that I knew; I couldn't even remember ever seeing him in the village before.

Roger asked Jill if there were any male teachers, "There is one over in the central library in Northampton, but most of the teachers in the county are women!" I could see that Roger was on the point of running so I jumped up from the pc and went to him. I introduced myself to Roger and guided him over to the computer.

Roger was very evasive about what he wanted to learn on the computer, he had been given a lap top by his employer after working for the family for fifty years, people had tried to tell him how to open the internet but he kept getting the same error message, he told me what it was and I had to stop myself smiling.

"Your laptop hasn't been told how to talk to your wi-fi router!" Roger looked at me blankly, "Or you don't have a wi-fi router at all?" Again a blank look from Roger so I found an explanation online about how to get an internet connection, "Oh, no, I haven't done any of that!" So I went to one of the price comparison websites and fed in his details and we were given a list of options that varied from four pounds a month to forty pounds a month. There were pro's and con's to all of the service providers, the cheapest one didn't provide a router or a broadband hub and I talked through all of the options and the different costs.

As we were talking about the various options Roger almost whispered, "Are there any kinds of site that I won't be able to get too, I mean, do some block....." Embarrassment overtook Roger and he sat quietly for a minute or two while I was trying to coax him into talking to me again, eventually he gave a massive sigh, "How old are you Sam?" I was taken slightly aback, "I'm thirty-three Roger, Why?" "My youngest is ten years older than you, I wouldn't be able to ask him about it either, I'd best just forget all about it and go back to normal!"

I closed the pc down, "Come on Roger, they do a nice latte over at the pub, I'll buy you a pint if you want one!" I had my coffee and got Roger a half of strong cider. "You can ask around if you like Roger, I'm the village's unofficial councillor, I help people out with problems that would make your hair curl in total confidence, you really can say anything to me and it wouldn't go any further, I don't judge people and I don't preach. I'm here as a service to help local people to do what they need on their computer!" After the cider Roger seemed to calm down a little, the short story was, Roger's wife had passed away eight years earlier, he and his wife had enjoyed a healthy sex life up to the day she died and since then he had been using adult magazines to help him over the loneliest times but now, he had difficulty getting hold of new supplies to replace his dog eared collection of magazines.

"So, you'd like to use the internet to pick up some new reading material then?" Roger's face, ruddy at the best of times, turned beet red as he nodded his head. "Well, that's great then, the internet is the largest 'adult' book store in the world!" Roger looked me in the eye for the first time and he smiled in relief.

I took Roger over the library again, as we walked across the road, I told him that the library had net-nanny and so all 'inappropriate' sites had been blocked. I got Jill to restart my session on the computer and sat Roger at my side again. I talked him through the process so that he could order an ADSL internet line and arrange for his router to be delivered. Even though his fingers were huge great fat things, like a pound of sausages on each hand, he managed the keyboard reasonably well.

We talked over the process of setting up the wi-fi at least three times but all I got from Roger was a blank expression. I gave Roger my phone number, when the line has been connected and you have the router, phone me and I'll pop over to your house and set it all up and test that it's working for you. Roger was very grateful for my offer then he whispered, "Will you show me where to go to find the 'good' stuff?" I nodded my head and we parted company at the library door.

A week passed by before I got the call from Roger, "I think the line has been connected and the router thing came in the early post!" I didn't have anything on and because I wasn't due to see anyone I hadn't dressed as I usually did for work. The first day in weeks that I didn't have to dress uber-conservatively and because the sun was out, I had put a low cut, skinny top on and for the first time in years I had dug out my strapless bra to show off the top to its best effect.

I had contemplated changing into my business suit and starched cotton blouse with sensible shoes on to comply with Education Authority guidelines on health and safety footwear and correct work wear but, as I was going out into the country to Roger's house and that was just a step away from the country club that was notorious as a pickup joint, not that I was looking to be picked up, I could kill two birds with one stone, sort out Rogers internet and then go on to the country club, not to be picked up but I did love men to look at me with that certain hunger in their eyes.

To ease my conscience slightly I put on a blazer, it looked totally out of place over a vast expanse of décolletage and no small amount of cleavage but it meant that I could cover up while in Roger's house and then leave the blazer in my car when I got to the country club.

Roger lived in what had been the old farm house of the farm that he worked on all of his life. Roger didn't own the house, he would be paying a pepper corn rent, the farm had been mechanised totally a few years earlier and Roger had spent his last few years before retirement acting as night watchman over the very valuable farm equipment and repairing the medieval dry stone walls surrounding the farms fields.

I knocked on Roger's front door, it took him so long to get to open the door that I was walking away, back to my car, I was looking forward to taking my blazer off as the sun was so hot. Roger called me back, as I turned to look at him, I was a little shocked to see that he was bright red faced, sweating profusely, he was dressed in an old grey vest and a pair of kaki army shorts, no socks on his feet and open sandals, he was also extremely out of breath as if he had been running a marathon. "I'm sorry; I wasn't expecting you until after lunch!" Roger said as he invited me in, I stopped at his doorway, "If you're about to eat I can come back in a couple of hours!" "No, come in, the sooner you get started, the sooner I can as well!"

I followed Roger into his living room; the sun streaming through the picture windows was making the room very hot but not hot enough to account for the sweating on Roger's body or the musky smell in the room. I could see where Roger had been sitting and what looked like underpants pushed under his chair, there were six porn magazines on the table at the side of that seat too but apart from that, the room was very clean and tidy, far from what I had expected from an old farm hand's home.

While Roger fetched his laptop and the unopened box with the wireless router in it, I turned one of his magazines over to see which general subject area Roger was interested in, the basic story line was violent sex and rape but I didn't get much chance to read any of the stories though. I was surprised at the fact that the story genre didn't bother me; I thought that it ought to if I was being honest with myself.

"How long will it take you to set up the laptop?" "No more than twenty minutes tops!" "I'll sit here out of your way then!" I opened the laptop up on the table, started it loading up and then started to unpack the router. Roger pointed out the telephone socket and the nearest power point which was the other side of the room. "I don't suppose that you have an extension lead anywhere?" "Well, I have the mashing but my fingers can't cope with the fiddly screws and stuff!" I had my basic tool case in my handbag and got it out while Ron went to find the long PVC, three core cable, the double, trailing socket and the fused plug-top. I had been standing in front of the window in the full heat of the sun while I had waited for Roger to get back and I was starting to sweat a little myself.

"You're looking hot girl, you should take that jacket off, you want me to get you a cold drink of something? I've got homemade Scrumpy cider in the fridge, homemade beer in the cellar or a little Elderflower wine if you'd rather have that!" I refused the drink but I did have to take the jacket off as I was getting so hot. When Roger saw how revealing my top was, Roger gave me a leering smile and made no attempt at hiding the fact that he was trying to look down the front of my top.

Roger put the cable, the few bits of kit he owned and everything else on the table for me to put together for him. I made sure that the cable was log enough before I started; it was over long and by quite a bit too. 'Socket end first' ran through my mind, I had been given only basic electrical training that most people never bothered about, things like, plug the power chord into the PC before plugging it into the wall socket, the explanation was, plug into the wall first, the chord would be live, then if you pull too hard, you could end up with a bare live wire in your hand and the plug on the floor, 'Not in a million years!'

It took longer than twenty minutes to strip the cable with a kitchen knife and fix it into the rubber socket, then I found out it had been a good idea not to have put the plug-top on first as I had forgotten to put the cover on the wire first, so I had to put it on the other end of the cable and pull it all the way through to screw it over the double socket.

I knelt on the floor, pushed the socket under the table so that it was right under the telephone point. I then laid the cable along the bottom of the skirting board, fed it behind the legs of the sideboard and on to the power point under the window; I measured the cable so that it reached the top of the outlet and used Roger's huge pliers to cut through it, "Don't!" I was opposite Roger as he sat in his comfy chair, I turned to look at him, I was on my hands and knees so my eyes were level with his knees as he sat with his legs wide open. "I was going to say don't cut the cable, just put the plug on the end of it!" I felt my face redden, I could see straight up the leg holes of Roger's shorts, there were no underpants to obscure my view and I realised that at the angle I was, on my hands and knees like that, Roger was looking straight down the front of my top to the white, strapless bra beneath,

"I'm sorry Roger, I'm not supposed to make a trailing lead that is longer than six feet, unless I can justify it and provide a risk assessment, that's why I put it behind the sideboard legs to keep it out of the way!" Roger noticed that I was staring up the leg of his shorts and he put his hand down the front of his shorts and slid his bottom forward in the seat, he took his cock in his hand and began to massage it as I watched. Rogers cock wasn't the longest cock I had ever seen, but as it grew excited under his hand it turned out to be one of the fattest I had ever seen, in real life or in pictures online.

I had the plug top fitted in a flash and plugged it in, remembering to turn it on before I picked up the router and took it under the table. I could have crawled under the table from the side, that would have meant that Roger wouldn't have seen anything he shouldn't have seen but the devil in me made me crawl under with my bottom pointing at Roger. I heard Roger mewl like a cat purring as he realised that he could see right up the back of my skirt. That part of my work was one of the main reasons that we were told to wear suits with trousers for work.

I pulled out the telephone from the point, plugged in the ADSL filter and replaced the phone jack, then I plugged the wi-fi router into the filter and plugged its power chord into one of the two outlet points. I asked Roger to pass the power cable for his laptop down to me so that I could plug the power for his laptop in under the table.

I suggested that Roger just pull the plug out of the power transformer instead of crawling under the table to turn his laptop on or off or unplug it. I put the DVD that came with the router into the laptop, it asked for a UTL cable to be used to connect between the 'ten-one hundred' network ports on the laptop and router or a HSB cable to connect the Laptops USB socket to the USB socket in the router. I had to go out to my car to fetch a cable, as I walked along I realised just how wet I was, my panties were soaking wet, so much so that I had to take them off because it felt like I had peed myself.

I picked up a USB cable from the boot of my car and headed back to Roger's house, I could easily have avoided any problems, I already knew that Roger could see the back of my knickers when I crawled under the table from the front, I knew before I crawled under that I could have gone in from the side and avoid his eyes, so the fact that I was now 'commando', I would have to get to the router to plug the cable in from the side or Roger would see my bare ass.

When I got back into the living room Roger still had his right hand down the front of his shorts and was holding the book of rape stories in his left hand, as I walked into the room, his right hand was moving back and forth in his shorts, obviously massaging his cock but he stopped as soon as he realised I was back in the room, he looked up from his magazine and smiled at me. I shivered at the thought that Roger was masturbating himself when I walked into the room.

Just seeing Roger masturbating as I walked in sent a shudder through my body. I was used to men looking at me, undressing me with their eyes and fantasising about fucking me just from the sight of my body, but I had never had one actually put his hand down his trousers to masturbate himself while looking at me all dressed up.

Roger had stopped rubbing himself off because I was now looking at him but he still had his cock in his hand and I could clearly see the outline of his cockhead pressing against the cotton of the leg of his shorts, because of that, I changed my mind about being more modest about going under the table this time and went under from the front as I had done earlier, I heard a gasped, "Bloody hell!" from Roger, so I knew that he had spotted my bare backside, I plugged the cable into the router in a second but just as I was about to crawl back out I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening and then the sound of rhythmic arm movement and heavy breathing coming from Rogers chair, so I stopped under a little longer.

There was no way that I could have waited under the table long enough for Roger to finish himself off but I really did hope that he got something at least out of looking at my naked bottom. I wiggled out from under the table slowly, stood up and looked over at Roger, he had his hand covering his cock but he hadn't put it back into his shorts.

I connected the USB cable into the laptop and started the wi-fi installation program running, there was an error five-zero-six code flashed up with the literal 'Unfiltered telephone detected!' "You have another telephone somewhere?" I looked around at Roger as I asked the question, he had been wanking himself while I was working on the laptop but again he covered his cock with his hands as soon as I turned to look at him.

"Yes, in the front bedroom!" Then Roger blushed, I thought that it was because he was going to have to uncover his cock to get out of the chair to show me the way to the other phone, "It's OK, I'll find it myself, you just sit there!" At least my being out of the room would give Roger chance to finish off his wank and put his cock away. I found the front bedroom, found the phone too, I also found over a dozen Scandinavian hard core publications too and a bin full of tissues that stank of spunk.

I pulled the phones plug, inserted the filter and plugged the phone into the correct side of the filter, I realised that I had developed quite an itch between my thighs, when I left home I had planned to make a quick job out of setting up Roger's wi-fi and then getting off to the country club for a sandwich and a drink and sit for two hours having men drool over me, perhaps even chat me up, that was as exciting as my day's plan had been. I knew that I wouldn't have been anywhere near as wet between my thighs as I was right at that moment.

I had been tempted to have a quick look through the top book in the pile but I was already so turned on that I would have let a randy dog cover me if it licked its lips the right way in my direction, now that was a strange thought, where did that come from, then I 'accidently' nudged the top book slightly and spotted a dog's tail on display in the inch of the cover of the second book in the pile. Now, it could have been the sheepdog trail monthly but I doubted it somehow. I was sooooooooooo tempted to slide that top magazine over a little further to see what the cover picture was really like especially following so fast on the heels of the strange thought I had just had.

I was standing there far too long just looking at the huge pile of hard core pornography stacked up at the side of Roger's bed, my mouth was very dry and it felt like my pussy was on fire, I was so very tempted but managed to pull myself away before I fell to temptation. Roger's shorts were fastened and he had two glasses of ice cold cider on the table at the side of his laptop when I got down stairs, I sneaked a peek into the litter bin at the side of the seat he had been sitting in but there were no signs of tissues like I had seen in the bin upstairs so I was a little confused, had he finished himself off and not cleaned his cock and hand? Had he taken just the tissues away and not the rest of the litter?

I turned back to the laptop and as I did, I spotted the tent standing out in his shorts front of him. So, he hasn't actually finished himself off then, that's a shame, it had given me quite a kick to think of him masturbating while looking at me or thinking about me. I sat in front of the laptop and Roger pressed me to take a drink of cider that he had poured out for me. The laptop had spotted that the telephones on the system were all now covered by an ADSL filter and had moved on to the next step in the initialisation process.

I set up the SSID Name and the password so that Roger would be automatically logged into the internet every time he turned on the laptop, "There, you're online at last!" Roger pulled another dining chair up to the table and sat at my side; he took a drink from his glass of cider and pressed me to take another drink as well. The cider was the strongest I had ever tasted but it was also the coldest too, the coldness disguised the true strength and potency of the drink.

"Right, you said last week that the library computers wouldn't let me see porn, will my laptop let me see it now?" "Yes, all you need to do is know a web address or use a search engine to find what you're looking for!" Roger smiled at me, then he pushed his seat back and went up to his bedroom, returning a few minutes later with one of his magazines rolled into a tube in his right hand. "Were you being truthful with me when you said that whatever I asked you to help me with on my pc was strictly between the two of us?"

I almost said 'Within reason!' but I saw the inch of dog's tail that I had seen on the edge of the second magazine in the pile in Roger's bedroom so, instead, I said, "Yes!" Roger sat by my side again, he unrolled the magazine and placed it on the table, face up so that I could see the powerful looking Great Dane, the naked woman holding the dog's collar and the little pink 'lipstick' showing between the dog's hind legs.

"I brought this because I thought that it had pictures in it!" Roger underlined the statement on the cover, 'In full colour!' "It was a con, but who's going to complain to trading standards that their porn magazine didn't fulfil expectations?" Roger fanned through the magazine's pages to show me that the book was full of stories and articles but not a single picture to go with any of the stories or articles. "I've been told that K-Nine sex is illegal in England and all they can get away with is stories and articles. But there is this!"

Roger showed me a very complex web address, as I read it I noticed his cock jump a little in his shorts. "When I complained in the shop about this magazine, the guy said that you can't buy that sort of book in England but all the pictures that go with that magazine are published in that site!"

I started to type the address into the laptop for Roger, as the web page opened Roger put his hand on my knee and as he pointed out which picture gallery he wanted me to open he started to rub his hand up and down, carefully exposing more and more of my thigh as he did.

When my well trimmed strawberry patch came into view Roger started to ease my legs open and stroke his huge fingertips up and down what he could reach of my labia, he managed to catch my clitoris several times, causing me to gasp as he did. "Stop, that one, go back one, the woman with ginger hair, she looks a little like you!" I looked on the screen, she had the same skin tone, same freckled face, same hard to tame fire red hair, seeing her petting her dog in the first picture sent more of a shiver through my body than Roger's huge fingertips

"Open the next picture!" I did, the pictures were a series of stills that went from the woman using her hand on the dog's cock, through the dog licking her pussy and then mounting her to her giving the dog oral sex after it had finished hosing her insides down with its cum. Roger stood up and pushed his seat back slightly, then, without saying anything to me, he pulled me to my feet, pushed my seat back so that it lined up with his chair again, then he turned me so that my back was to him.

I felt the waistband of my skirt slacken as Roger flipped the clasp open, I looked over my shoulder, back to the picture of my 'look-a-like' sucking on the Great Dane's cock, the sound of my zipper being pulled down was the only noise other than my own heavy breathing. My skirt fell to the floor around my ankles and then Roger sat me down again on my chair. Roger pressed the home button and the screen went back to the main gallery selection area, he had spotted that the woman's name appeared in a video clip as well as in the stills, Roger started the video running and as I watched the film unfold with him, he forced my legs as wide apart as he could and began to ease his middle finger into my cunt.

With one finger working feverously in my honey pot and an eye on the laptop's screen, Roger managed to get my top off and then my strapless bra, without a word of discouragement from me. If I thought that sneaking off behind my husband's back to the country club, to the Devonshire Hotel, hell, even to McDonalds to let strangers stare at my body through my sexiest clothes, sitting there, animal porn on the computer screen with a man that I had known less than two hours, totally naked and allowing him to give me orgasm after orgasm, this was on a different plane altogether.

The thought of letting a man at least ten years older than my father actually have sex with me had never even crossed my mind, even sitting there in the nude, in the guy's house, with his finger in me driving me insane with orgasm after orgasm hadn't registered on my radar as actually being sexual, just an extension of what I had let hundreds of other men do at a distance.

It was the first time I had actually looked at an animal sex picture or video in all my years working with computers, mainly because I had no idea how interesting it could be and the other reason, most systems I worked on had heavy handed Net Nanny Protection over them.

When the video ended Roger told me to go and sit in his comfy chair, then Roger positioned my legs so that the left one hung over the arm of the chair and my right leg was touching the other arm, then Roger sat on the dining chair opposite me, I hadn't really taken any notice of him after he walked away to fetch the dining chair but as he sat I realised that his shorts were missing.

"Masturbate for me!" one hand went in between my thighs and the other started to play with my breasts, I was surprised how quickly I got myself off and how powerful my orgasm was, sitting there, naked, masturbating for a stranger, often after sitting in the country club for two or three hours being hit on by stranger after stranger, I would pop out to my car and finger-fuck myself but I never hit the mountain peaks so fast or so high while sitting on my own, even with the chance of getting caught doing myself.

Roger was masturbating himself too but he wasn't trying to cum, he was just enjoying himself, slowly stroking his cock while drinking in my beauty with his eyes. Roger stood up and walked over to me, still pulling himself off as he walked. I had a passing thought that he may want to spray over my naked body when he climaxed, that thought gave me an extra kick in the orgasmic pants.

I watched as he squatted down in front of me, he was still rubbing his cock as he looked as deeply into my body as he could, watching as I massaged my clitoris, he lifted my right leg up and eased it over the right arm of the chair, even though he had to put a lot of effort into getting me into the position he wanted, my legs were spread way wider than God intended them to.

Roger leaned in slightly; he placed his thumb and index fingers on my labia and spread them apart so that he could look deep inside my cunt. "Looks like you've got a river flooding through you down there; you've soaked my seat through!" Roger then placed his hands under my buttocks and lifted me slightly, then he pulled me forward so that my bottom was right on the edge of the seat, I winced with the pain, because of the design of the chair, even though my bottom had slid forward the arms held my calves in the same position as they were.

For an old man Roger sure could move fast when he had a target in his sights. I know that it must seem like I was being a little naive but, my plan when I left home was to let men look at me and possibly flirt with me and perhaps, if they turned me on enough, a little finger action on my own in the car park after, so, up to that point I was still largely going to plan, OK, Roger had put his finger in me but that was the only real deviation until Roger did a squat-thrust and in less than the blink of an eye, his short but very fat cock disappeared into my cunt.

Even though the lubrication was flooding from me like a stream and I had been masturbating myself and been highly turned on for over an hour, Roger's cock was so large that it physically hurt me rather than just taking me by surprise as his cock entered me at such high speed. Roger put his hands on my stomach and pushed me down so that I couldn't wriggle my body back and away from his cock, his arms also blocked my arms from trying to get a purchase on his body to push him away.

Roger was fucking me a little like the dog in the video had fucked my 'look-a-like', very fast, very furiously and with a great deal of energy and power. As I had a screaming climax, Roger asked me, "Have you ever thought about trying sex with a dog?" And with that, the rapid, fluid fucking strokes changed to broken staccato movements and with each stab, Roger grunted and fell against me.

Roger's cock didn't seem to go flaccid at all; I had expected it to fall out of my cunt at any moment, then, a thought sparked to light at the back of my head. I wasn't on birth control, my husband and I had given up hope of starting a family, we never bothered to see if it was he or I that were defective, we just decided to muddle along and if I did get pregnant I did and if I didn't then, no problem. As Roger lay on top of me getting his breath back, I found myself stroking the back of his head and wondering if men, like women, got less fertile as they got older, too late to worry about that now though, the damage was done!

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The Retired Farm Hand Part 2

For Ray in Colorado

I really lost track as to how long Roger's cock stopped hard inside of me, but before it fell out, Roger managed to do me again, pushing even more of his semen into me. When Roger finally fell flaccid and fell from my body, followed by a torrent of his cum flooding out of me and all over the floor.

I dressed, my knickers were still in my car but I didn't bother putting my bra back on, I had realised that because of the time I had spent with Roger there would be no point in going on to the Country club as all of the business men would have gone back to work after lunch quite a while earlier. I had expected to have two or three hours alone at home before my husband finished work, so I planned on getting home and into a cleansing bath as soon as possible.

I had turned my car and was about to drive out of the old farm yard when Roger tapped on my window. "I'll see you here next week, same time as today, wear a very loose summer dress, hold up stockings and nothing else!" I said to myself, 'that'll never happen!' But as I drove away I had a shiver running down my spine.

I had expected my house to be empty, my plan was to run in, run a bath and then spend an hour or more soaking away my 'Sins' and then get dressed before my husband got home from work. I couldn't get my car onto my drive because there were two cars already there, my husband's car and a car I didn't recognise. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was definitely inappropriately dressed for the middle of the day, I was about to turn the car and drive away again, planning to return later, hoping that my husband had just popped home for a few minutes, but it was too late, I saw my husband at our bedroom window and he was waving at me, so I knew that he had seen me too.

Whenever I had my days of little indiscretions at the country club or similar, I had always been home in plenty of time to change back into my conservative clothing, my husband knew that I had sexy clothing but I had mainly worn them around the house for his pleasure in the past. I sat in the car for a few moments hoping that Johnny would move away from the window so that I could at least put my still damp knickers back on. It would have been difficult to slip my bra back on without risking showing my breasts off to the neighbourhood. Eventually I just had to give up and get out of my car with my knickers and bra still in my hand bag.

Johnny had a man in the house with him, not just in the house either, he was going between the bathroom and our bedroom, Johnny had been doing well at work and he had earned a large bonus which he was going to convert into a new en-suite bathroom in our bedroom, the builder looking over the house to price up for the work wasn't alone, he had a mean looking Pit Bull terrier that never left his side.

Johnny had smiled at me as I walked along the drive, I assumed it was because of the way I was dressed, we had sex every time I wore the skirt and top I had on at that moment, when I got up close his smile changed from lust to thoughtfulness, then to a look of surprise and then even more lust, "I told you that Frank would be coming over this afternoon didn't I?" There was no way he had told me, the en-suite was Johnny's big surprise for me, unfortunately, like everything Johnny did, he had discussed it with his father for weeks, just so that he didn't get it wrong, Frank had been recommended by Johnny's father to do the work, so I had overheard enough snippets over the weeks to realise that I needed to clear out the walk in closet of my clothes so that it could be turned into a bathroom.

Because of the complexity of pipe work, electricity cables etc, Johnny and Frank were in every room of the house, trying to work out the best options to cause the least damage to the other rooms in the house. I couldn't do anything about my bra, Johnny had already spotted that I didn't have one on but I did need to do something about putting some knickers on before my short skirt revealed that I was commando. Frank's damned dog didn't help any either, it soon caught the scent of something unusual between my legs and he was trying to discover what that scent tasted like.

I heard Frank say to Johnny, "It's strange, Tyler is a one man's dog, the only woman he usually goes close too is my Tina, and I put that down to her having my smell all over her usually!" The dog was becoming a nuisance, an even more pressing reason to get some knickers on, the dog kept trying to get its head up under my skirt and I just wasn't strong enough to keep pushing it away. My living room was starting to look like the set on one of the videos in Roger's books or film clips.

I managed to get into the down stairs toilet and shut the dog out; I hadn't managed to find any clean knickers though, all I had were my wet ones from earlier on. I managed to wipe Roger's leftovers from as deep inside of my vagina as I could reach with toilet tissues before slipping the still wet panties on. Tyler was less intent on getting his nose up under my skirt now that I was a little cleaner down between my legs.

I made coffee for the three of us and sat drinking it pushing Tyler's head out from under my skirt every few seconds. Frank and Johnny drank their coffee while agreeing what work needed doing, the price and the timescale, they also agreed to meet on Wednesday evening, Johnny had told Frank about the football training they did for the local team and Frank was interested in joining Johnny's team.

Johnny showed Frank to the door and I heard Frank's big v-eight engine growl worse than his dog did as it left the village like a Saturn-five rocket trying to break free of the earth's atmosphere, Johnny came back into the room like a tornado, he was out of breath with anticipation as he ripped at my clothes, "I really should be getting back to work but you knew it would drive me mad if you dressed like that with Frank around the house, didn't you?" Johnny tore my knickers off, he didn't bother to pull them down, "My god, you're soaking wet, you're as turned on as I am, aren't you?"

Johnny took my spunk filled cunt to just be my own excitement and as he pushed me to the floor and began to eat my cunt out he was commenting on how nice I tasted deep inside, "Now I know what Tyler was trying to get at and why!" Johnny said between slurps of his tongue deep in my honey-pot.

Johnny brought me off twice with his tongue, then he checked his watch, "I've really got to go but first!" Johnny unzipped his trousers as he slid up my body and he fucked me right there on the floor of the living room. Johnny wasn't trying to get me off again, after all, he had given me two orgasms already but even though he was just looking after his own needs I managed to get off at the same time as Johnny did.

I just lay on the floor and listened to Johnny drive away, I waited until I got my breath back before running my bath and having a good long soak. My inner thighs were scratched slightly by Frank's dog as it tried to get at Roger's spunk dripping out of my cunt but nothing that a little antiseptic cream wouldn't put right in a day or two.

The rest of my week was uneventful; I did six training sessions, three in the local library, one in the church hall and two in a corner cafe. Johnny did his week, he was quite excited after football training on Wednesday night and we had sex again, this time in bed, I had gone up early, before he got home from the after training drink, I was reading in bed, all I had on was my nighty and knickers, I really do need to teach Johnny how to take my knickers off, it was getting a little expensive, him ripping my knickers down their seams instead of pulling them down.

Johnny held himself back until I had two climaxes before he went for gold and shot off inside me. We lay cuddling in the afterglow of sex, "Frank was brilliant, if he's half as good on Sunday as he was tonight, he'll be our star player in no time!" We had a little more 'fun', not full sex that time, just mutual masturbation and as we did it Johnny said, "Frank has invited us to go along with him and his wife to the Black Cat Club, Kettering, you know, in Market Street!" I didn't actually know the place but I agreed, just so that Johnny had no excuse to stop massaging me to the next stage in my climax.

On Friday I took a shower and was about to dress in the clothes I had laid out for myself but Johnny stopped me, he rooted about in my wardrobe, he found my shortest mini-dress, a black and white copy of a sixties Mary Quant dress, zip fronted with a huge ring on the zipper pull. He found a new pack of black stockings, white suspender belt and pink French knickers. "What bra would you like me to wear?" "The one you have on right now!" "I'm not...." I got the picture; I didn't usually go out to a club with no bra on, well, not with Johnny anyway! I agreed to dress the way that Johnny had asked me too, it was very unusual for him to 'dress me up' that way unless it was a prelude to sex when we weren't going out anywhere.

I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that the lace around the leg holes on my French knickers were showing below the hem of the dress it was so short, "I can't go out like this, it looks ridiculous!" "Pull them up higher!" "Now it feels like I'm being cut in two!" "You're exaggerating, I can't see any pink mow, you'll be fine!"

The Black Cat Club was a new business in a very old building, a former warehouse, there was a birdcage dance platform in the middle of the main room, a small dance floor in front of the birdcage and a few gaming tables behind. A long bar on the East side of the room and a mezzanine floor on the west side, they called the Mezzanine the balcony, they had tables and chairs up there, you got table service and a limited range of hot food.

Johnny and I went up to the balcony, Frank and his wife Tina were already there waiting for us, she was a lot younger than me, she had tried far too hard with her make-up and was dressed to dance, not Friday night at the club dancing but, well, she wore a black leotard and a short wraparound skirt with thick tights under and what looked suspiciously like tap shoes.

Frank introduced Tina to Johnny and I, she gave me a strange look, or, rather the way I was dressed, "I think you're very brave dancing in those clothes!" Johnny looked shocked at Tina's comment and Frank stopped her saying anything more, so I became suspicious but not for long, one of the club's security staff, or did we call them bouncers when I was younger, came over to Tina and I and handed us both a clipboard with a form attached and pen, "Fill it in truthfully or not, we don't really care one way or the other, just so long as you do your best on the dance floor!"

I just looked at the form that had been thrust, unceremoniously into my hands, it was an application form to enter the amateur pole dancing competition, I looked at Johnny, he just had that stupid schoolboy grin on his face that always turned up when he was caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing, then I looked at Frank, he was actually filling Tina's form in for her and he and Tina were discussing the four tracks she would be dancing too.

I put the clipboard down on the table without a mark on it, Johnny picked it up and gave it back to me, "I'm sorry, I'd really love to see you do a pole dance and if I had mentioned it was a competition you would never have come with me because I know how shy you are!" I looked around the room, all the women were filling in their forms apart from me, well, that wasn't totally true, there were five women sitting at the bar, where they were seated was the only brightly lit area in the club.

As I watched the women at the bar a man walked up to one of them, it looked like he had asked her to dance with him but half way to the dance floor, the woman lifted a curtain that hid a door from the main room and they both ducked under the curtain and through the door.

I turned to look at Johnny, "Please, please dance for me!" "If you had told me, I would have dressed a little more like Tina, well, not exactly like Tina but I would have worn tights and proper knickers instead of stockings and French knickers!" "Go on darling, do it for me please!" Johnny had thought that I would have been too shy to dance in the club, he didn't know how wrong he could have been, just filling in the form to take part in the competition had got me all juiced up, and the French knickers did nothing at all to mop up the river that was springing up from the junction between my thighs.

I noticed another woman going under the curtain with a man and a second later the first woman came back to the bar but the man who had gone with her didn't return. I tugged at Frank's arm, "What's through that door?" Frank looked over, just as the curtain fell back to earth, "Oh, over there, I think there are offices and toilets as well as an emergency exit down there too!"

Before I finished filling out my form, the first dancer had taken to the birdcage, one of the bouncers was acting as master of ceremonies and he announced the woman, her age and where she was from. The woman was dressed in a similar way to Tina but her leotard top was white, her wraparound skirt was scarlet and her tights were flesh tone. I was feeling distinctly unprepared in my dress, even the shoes I was wearing were strapless stilettos, not a first choice for dancing in.

I watched as about twenty men gathered around the stage, there was a central pole that most of the dance was centred around, there was also a flying trapeze type swing, the remaining poles were basically placed at the cardinal points, using those poles to swing from was less favoured as it placed the dancer within easy reach of the men standing watching.

I saw a steady stream of men and women from the barstools disappearing behind the curtains to the back 'offices' and more often than not, the woman returned and the man didn't. I didn't notice Tina leave us and I was watching a red faced man and one of the barstool women reappearing from the back rooms in less than ten seconds, the woman beckoned to one of the bouncers and the man was escorted from the club, I cast my eyes to the dancer but only because the number of men around the stage area had doubled, I had heard the name announced and it definitely wasn't Tina but the woman dancing definitely was Tina.

Tina was quite a good dancer, she had stage presence and used most of the space available to her, it was less of a pole dance and more of a striptease routine without actually taking her clothes off. I was expecting to be called on next to do my dance but I still had my form on the table in front of me. Tina almost bounced all the way to her husband's side she was so excited, I couldn't help overhearing her as she tried to whisper in Frank's ear but had to shout over the music.

"Did you see the huge black guy at the front of the stage?" Frank nodded his head, "Could you see the size of his cock?" Frank shook his head, "He was massive and he kept rubbing himself through his trousers when I was dancing for him!" The music went a little quieter and the rest of the conversation was muted from me. Frank did get very excited though, I could see the tent formed in his trousers by his own personal flagpole in his underpants, then Tina's voice drifted over the music again, "...so if he does, can I?" Frank nodded his head and Tina's hand slipped over his cock and she rubbed him gently through his trousers.

I watched another two dancers and I spotted the Afro-Caribbean man that Tina had mentioned, he was huge, dressed all in white, gold tooth shining out as he smiled and lots of heavy gold jewellery. I spotted him talking to one of the men who had thrown the red faced man out earlier, I saw pound notes passing from the black guy to the bouncer and then the bouncer headed up the stairs and over to our table.

He whispered to Tina, she looked over to Frank; he smiled and nodded his agreement to the unasked question. Tina bounced onto her feet again and almost ran down the stairs, Johnny and I must have both asked the same question with our eyes and the surprised look on our faces, Frank cleared his throat then said, "She was so popular that they have asked her to do another set, she's going off to get changed into a different costume!"

I was asked to take my place at the side of the stage, the dancer strutting her stuff had two more tracks to dance too and then it would be my turn. Johnny and Frank followed me down the stairs, it was possible to see the dance from the balcony but the men missed out when the dancer squatted down with her knees wide open, a pose that seemed common to every one of the dancers so far.

As I walked down the stairs I spotted Tina walking over to the black man, she took his hand and led him to the curtain hiding the door and they both ducked under together. I stood nervously and tingling with excitement, Johnny and Frank stood side by side, because they had walked along with me the ring of men surrounding the stage seemed to open for them as well as it did for me, I had obviously witnessed an unwritten rule of exotic dancing, the husband and his friend get to stand at the front.

I saw even more men joining in the ring, if the winner of the pole dancing competition were to be judged on the number of men jostling for position around the stage; I had to guess that I was going to win hands down. As I took to the stage, my elevated height revealed the full extent of how I was dressed to the men, as I walked to the centre of the stage I did a twirl, another thing I had seen more dancers do than didn't, when they did it though, it made their short pleated skirts fly up to waist height, not that the act actually revealed anything as they had all been wearing the thick, flesh coloured, dancing tights.

Fortunately my dress didn't fly out, Mary Quant missed a trick there, I was partly disappointed and partly happy that it hadn't. As the music started I lost my footing slightly, not because I wasn't confident in my high heels, it was because at that moment I climaxed, just a petite orgasm and just because of the men around the stage whistling and cat calling at me as the music started.

I regained my composure and started to sway back and forth slowly in time to the music, even though it was obvious that I wasn't a dancer, or simply because I was so obviously just an amateur, every man in the audience seemed keen to encourage me to do more. By the end of the track, I was totally animated, I was skipping and dancing right up to the edge of the stage, grabbing on a pole and swinging out over the audience before skipping and dancing back to the pole in the centre, I would squat down low, holding on to the pole with my knees pointing in the direction of the next pole I intended to dance towards.

Just before the 'up-beat' that would send me to my feet again and on my way, I opened my legs quickly to flash my knickers and stocking tops off to the men I was about to dance towards. Because of my action leading up to swinging out over the men they all tried hard to touch the hidden flesh up my skirt as I swung around the pole. I looked towards Johnny each time I got groped and the look on his face was such that I thought he was in climactic heaven with every stranger's touch, I know I was.

Now, I'm an IT expert, so my maths can't be that bad, or at least shouldn't have been but I was sure that there had been more than the four tracks than all the other dancers had to dance too. Not one of my selected tracks had been played, but that was because the other dancers had also chosen the same tracks to dance too and the DJ didn't want to keep playing the same track over and over again, so he just chose something with a similar beat.

I was right, I had just started to dance to at least the seventh track and at least one track had been the seven inch version of the tune if not two. I was dancing to the pole that pointed to the curtain with the 'offices' beyond, I had stopped swinging out over the heads of the men and had started to squat down with my legs open, pumping my thighs so that I bounced up and down rapidly several times before returning to the middle of the stage. I had just said 'That's enough for this direction!' When I noticed Tina slipping out from under the curtain, the black man followed her and they kissed passionately before Tina ran across to the stage, I arrived at the pole closest to Johnny and Frank just as Tina got to her husband's side. I actually saw a small roll of five pound notes swap between Tina's hand and Franks and I was so 'non-plussed' by what I had seen that I stopped in the crouching, knees wide open position for far too long and the guy standing next to Johnny took full advantage, slipping his hand up under my dress and lifting both dress and knicker leg to reveal my ginger bush to the men and to an avalanche of wolf-whistles, cheers, jeers and stamping of feet too.

I had been shocked at the sudden 'over exposure' but looking at Johnny told me that he had really enjoyed what had happened, so much so that the front of his sand coloured chino's suddenly darkened around the place that his cock head was hidden.

When my track was nearing its end, I moved to the steps so that I was already off the stage before they could play an eighth track. Tina bounced up on stage, her 'costume change' was actually a purple wig, the rest of her clothes were exactly the same as when she had arrived, there was one difference though, the dark shadow that had been her panties under her dance tights were no longer there, as she parted her legs you could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair through the flesh coloured tights, her leotard's crotch fasteners were dangling loosely in front and at her back, the poppers had obviously been torn open and there were signs of two rivers running down inside of her tights.

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The Retired Farm Hand Part 3

For Sid in Brisbane

As Johnny and I made our way to the balcony again Johnny had to hold me up as my legs were like jelly. The bouncer who had taken me to the cage to dance came over and whispered in my ear, "You're very popular, five men have asked if you can do them a private 'lap dance' in one of the private studios, so far and I'm sure many more will want you later. The house gets twenty-five percent of any fees and tips but you have to supply your own condoms!"

I was extremely shocked at how open the bouncer had been, ok, he hadn't said outright that it was sex for payment or prostitution as it should be called, but there is no style of dance that would need a condom, "Well, you think about it, I'll be at the bar if you change your mind!" I was amazed at the power of a facial expression to convey a non-verbal message.

"What was that all about?" Johnny asked, "They are running a brothel in the back rooms!" I said and to illustrate my point, I nodded my head towards the bar, just as a punter sealed the deal and he and one of the girls wandered off to the curtain. "I'd seen women going through but I just assumed that they were going to get ready for their turn on the dance floor!"

Now here's the rub, I had been dancing for over thirty minutes, I had received my first 'petite orgasm' as the music started and I had a similar little orgasm roughly every six seconds, just from dancing about, showing off and having total strangers try to and succeed in, touching me between my legs while my husband watched from just a few feet down to a few inches away from it happening but, and it is a really big but, "They were all 'emotional' climaxes, not truly 'PHISICAL' orgasms, so I was still very much on the edge of sexual frustration, I needed to be brought off, by my own hand or Johnny's, hand or other part of his body.

I hinted to Johnny that I had an unfulfilled need, he was about to say 'What are you going on about!' but he looked at the twinkle in my eye and stopped himself, "Oh, oh yes, but they haven't judged the competition yet!" "If you can get me home in the next five minutes, you'll be the winner and you won't need a condom either!"

Johnny knocked two chairs over collecting all of our things together, I was almost dragged down the stairs from the balcony, there was a slight pause as we passed Frank and Johnny told him he'd see him at the match the next day.

We rushed out to the car park, only to find a large American car was blocking us in, there was a desperate look on Johnny's face, I saw the calculation running through his head, the lighting was too good in the car park to fuck in the car, especially with five hundred CCTV cameras dotted around the car park.

I was dragged by the hand again, out onto High Street, there was a taxi company's office there, there was also a queue of punters waiting for a taxi. There was a look of panic on Johnny's face, again he was calculating, and again I was being pulled along the street. This time we almost ran the whole length of Meadow Road and out onto the main road, Northfield Avenue, Johnny was hoping to flag a taxi down on its way back to the office for another pick up.

There was nothing there though, just people rushing to and from places of interest, Johnny's attention was drawn to a van pulling into the petrol station across the road, well, more to the footpath sign that the van's headlight, the footpath ran from Northfield Avenue, under the railway line and out into Bowhill.

In his eagerness to cross the road we almost got run over, I was pulled down the footpath and at the railway bridge Johnny stopped and pushed me up against the wall of the bridge. Johnny pulled the ring on the front of my dress and it opened like a windcheater, I was glad that the only light along the path, directly over out head was defective as I didn't have a bra on, my breasts were now fully exposed, well until, that is, Johnny pressed his body against mine.

Johnny's fly was open and his cock was out and very hard, he didn't pull my knickers down, they were French style so the legs were very wide and un-elasticated, he simply pulled one leg hole to the side and slipped in. As Johnny pounded into me I felt a vibration in my back from the wall, no, it wasn't that I was being fucked so hard that the power was causing the vibration, it meant that the express was about to pass over head, the closer it got the more powerful the vibrations through my back.

The noise was deafening as the train rolled over, above our heads, the lights from the train illuminated the footpath to Northfield Avenue, I looked over that way, there was a flash of gold in one pool of light, then a white crescent and flash of gold in the next, then two eyes in the third, the man's coal black face didn't resolve until at least the fifth carriage passed over. I tried to gasp or hold my breath when I realised that it was the guy that had fucked Tina, sorry, the guy that I had assumed had fucked Tina; he had followed us from the club.

Johnny wasn't too far gone to notice that I had just gasped; he spun his head in the direction of the pools of light flashing past at high speed. The last of the lights flashed and Johnny got the full picture of the man standing watching us, "Hey man, there's no problem here, your girl there has left a great deal of men in the Black Cat Club very disappointed and very horny!" Johnny eased himself out of my body and was feeling around for the two halves of my dress's zipper to cover my body.

I stiffened as another hand touched against my bare belly, my dress was pushed out of Johnny's hands and the shoulder of my dress was eased off of my shoulders and it fell to the floor. My knickers followed the dress to the floor, "You want to finish off before I fuck her?" Johnny's hand was pulled towards the other man's cock; it was Johnny's turn to gasp, "It would be kinder to your girl there if you lubricate her up nicely for me before I start on her!" Johnny returned to the job of fucking me.

It was cold against my back as Johnny tried to push my body through the brickwork as he fucked me. I felt the black guy's hand on mine; he pulled my hand to his crotch and wrapped my fingers around his black Python. I took a tight hold and he began to fuck into my hand as he bent forward and pushed his head between Johnny's body and mine so that he could chew on my nipples as Johnny fucked me and he fucked my hand.

Johnny exploded in record time, far harder than usual, I actually felt his spunk jet off inside me, Johnny was eased out of the way and I was picked up off the floor and slammed into the wall again. The black man had dropped his trousers and under pants to the floor and as his monster cock invaded my cunt I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my feet together as I went on the ride of my life.

Ten, fifteen, perhaps even twenty orgasms were running contiguously and I was in a state of delirium from the sheer power of the fucking I was getting and the overwhelming size of the cock that was driving me mad. The guy climaxed so much that he almost blew me off of his cock with the force of his cum exploding inside of me.

"Next time, we should do it at the club, at least they have beds in the back rooms and your back won't get so scratched up!" I was dropped onto the floor, fortunately I was held upright until I got the feelings back in my legs, I was bare foot, bare breasted and bare bottomed, the only part of my body that was covered were my legs. I just stood there almost totally naked, then came the biggest kicker of all, the guy opened his wallet, "I offered fifty for straight sex, but as I haven't had to wear a condom, I'll up that to seventy-five, I'll give you fifty-five and I'll drop the other twenty in at the club for their introduction fee, you don't want to get in bad with the boys at the club by taking their customers out on the town and not pass on the house percentage to the club!"

Johnny took the money, I'm not sure he realised exactly what the black guy was going on about but I realised that I had just pulled my first trick for the Black Cat Club brothel. The fact that I had let the guy fuck me without a condom on and unlike Roger, the lonely old farm hand a million miles from any sexual opportunity, I knew that the black guy had already had sex with Tina tonight, and no telling how many other skanky whores he had fucked in the last month, I could definitely be at risk from STD's now.

In the dark I couldn't find my panties but I did manage to find my dress, as we walked out onto Northfield Avenue, the bus that ran to our village approached, "We'll go home on the bus, I'll get a lift in to fetch my car on the way from the match tomorrow!" Johnny said, the bus stopped but the driver didn't open his doors, he turned the lights off inside the bus and then stepped out of the bus, using the emergency control. "I'll be back in a minute, just need to use the bathroom!" The driver said as he hopped down from the bus. Johnny got an idea, he watched the driver walking towards the petrol station, "You wait here, I'll be back before the bus driver!"

Johnny almost got it wrong; he actually had to run all the way from the petrol station to get past the driver before he reached the bus. "Is this the last bus out to the terminus?" The driver looked at Johnny strangely, "Yes, I come back into the garage out of service!"

We got on the bus and Johnny chose his position precisely, the near side of the bus, the first row that faced forward, being a local shopper / commuter bus so the first few feet of space had no seating so that more people could stand up during the journey, a trick they had learned from the train companies. Johnny sat by the window so that I was sitting by the aisle, as soon as the bus started to roll forward, the driver altered the position of his passenger safety mirror, turning it down so that he could look at my legs.

Johnny showed me what he had picked up from the petrol station, a box of ten condoms, "Well, if we are going to have fun like this, we do need to at least try and make it as safe as we can!" Jonny chuckled, as soon as Johnny was sure that the driver of the bus was paying more attention to my legs than the road, he told me to slide slightly further forward in the seat. I didn't respond, "Don't you fancy fucking a bus driver in his cab?" a shiver ran through my spine once again, just Johnny telling me that he wanted me to fuck the bus driver was enough to turn me on all over again.

If I had realised that watching me flirt with other men would turn Johnny on so much, we could have had a whole lot more fun over the past few years, "Slide forward in your seat!" This time I did and as I slid forward, my dress exposed my stocking tops and the bus veered to the right slightly, I watched as the driver squirmed, uncomfortably in his seat.

"Open your legs and show him you don't have any panties on!" I did as Johnny told me too, the bus swerved a little to the right again. What the bus driver hadn't realised was, mirrors are two way things, as he was looking up my dress at my exposed pussy we could see him too, Johnny spotted him release his cock from his trousers, the driver was steering one handed as he wanked himself off with the other hand. "Go and help him!"

I walked through the bus and stood at the side of the driver, I reached over the little door that held his ticket machine and his change dispenser. The driver let his cock go so that I could take over for him. Johnny was at my side, "Don't bring him off too fast; I'm sure he'd love to fuck you at the terminus!" Just a little too far unfortunately Johnny, Johnny's comment, rather than my hand brought the driver off in my palm and his lap.

I heard Johnny curse under his breath, he kicked at the side of the driver's cab in his frustrations, then he had another idea, he reached over and pulled the zipper all the way down on my dress, opening my naked body to the driver, "Get him hard again, we don't have long before the terminus!" Johnny told me.

There was that shiver down my spine again, standing naked on the front of our local bus and it headed for our village was a massive turn on, the fact that it was past ten o'clock and there would be few if any people at all out and about in our village didn't diminish the excitement for me.

I still hadn't woken his cock up by the time we reached the end of the route, Johnny asked the driver if he wanted to fuck me, the driver responded with an eager nodding of his head. "You could try sucking his cock, see if that works. I started to suck the drivers cock but it still wasn't responding as it should, Johnny's mind raced on again and he took one of the condoms from the packet and rolled it down over the gear change lever. He patted my bottom and guided me so that my legs were straddling the knob on the gear stick. It took a little while to get the fat knob into my cunt but I managed to give myself several orgasms on the gear stick as the driver's cock grew in my mouth.

I rolled a condom over his cock and sat astride his lap on his seat with his steering wheel digging in my back as I fucked the driver. Because he had climaxed in my hand shortly before he got to the village, it took a long time to get him off in my cunt, especially as his cock was now sheathed in desensitising latex. The driver asked us if we needed dropping off someplace on his route back to the bus depot in town, Johnny thanked him but he decided that we'd walk home from there, it wasn't far anyway.

As we walked home Johnny was like an overly excited schoolboy, he had been on adrenalin high all evening and all of his feelings and emotions were gushing out as we walked along. My dancing had turned him on, flashing men quick looks up my dress had excited him more and men making a grab at me under my skirt had actually tipped him over the edge and he admitted as we walked along that seeing the guy slip his hand up my skirt and then sniff his fingers, showing his friends his wet fingers too had actually made Johnny cum in his pants.

"When I realised that the old guy had managed to get his fingers into your cunt made me do my 'co-co' and shoot without even touching myself, that one sight was a thousand times better than any porn film I have ever seen!" Johnny admitted to me as we walked along that he had fantasised about watching another man fuck me since before we got married, he had never mentioned it to me because he thought I'd kill him for having a fantasy like that and he also admitted that he had worried that he would be too jealous if he saw me actually fucking another man.

"It was a good thing that it was totally dark when you let that black guy fuck you, I missed out on seeing his monster cock ripping into you but it did ease me into the whole concept and I realised that far from making me feel jealous, I wanted to get on my knees and eat that guys cum out of you and then fuck you all over again!"

When we got home Johnny made us both a coffee, we sat on the sofa with a little trad-jazz playing on the hi-fi, Johnny started to cuddle me, his fingers fiddling between my legs, "Oh, before I forget, are there any of my footballing buddies that you'd rather not sleep with?" I thought that it was just another fantasy question, you know, 'Which of my buddies would you like to sleep with if you got the chance?' Kind of question, "I don't think there are any of them that I'd actually refuse to have sex with if that's what you mean?" Johnny kissed me, "That's good then, we need new kit, it'll cost five hundred pounds, we'd probably take six months to raise that much with raffles and discos but I think I know a way to get it all in one night, with your beautiful body and willingness to help!"

I pushed myself away from Johnny slightly so that I could look down on his face to see if I could spot any visual clues as to what was on his mind. "Ok, I don't know what you have on your mind..." I punched him, playfully, on his upper arm, "...come on, fess up, what's going on in that perverse, porn film, of a mind of yours?" "I don't have all the pieces of the jigsaw in place in my mind yet but I'm hoping I can get it to go a little like this, fifteen men in the first team, and fifteen in the second, that's thirty horny men that play or act as subs, say ten more in the backup, so forty men in total. If I charge everyone twenty-five pounds admission, you can do a little exotic dance routine for the boys, then we do a raffle draw at the end of the evening, the winner gets to own you for a day, after the final match of the season!"

I did the maths, forty men, each man paying twenty-five quid, that would be a thousand pounds, "What will you do with the rest of the money?" "That will pay for the food and drink, as gorgeous as you are, not many men will be willing to pay twenty-five quid for a one in forty chance at fucking you for a day, so we'll be running a free bar all night!"

You know how some plans just seem to be doomed to fail, I couldn't see Johnny getting his crazy idea past the old fogies on the social committee of the amateur football club and I had been on a party with the rest of the players, they could easily drink a thousand pounds worth of alcohol in one evening, so it was a nice fantasy and as Johnny fucked me, I ran the video of how the evening could go in my mind to help me reach higher orgasms than Johnny was giving me on his own.

As Johnny reached his climax, he asked me what I thought of the idea of having sex with Tyler while he watched. The thought crossed my mind, 'Typical of Johnny, he's going to try and fix the raffle so that Tyler won!' I was gasping from my own orgasm as I asked, "I don't remember ever meeting Tyler, is he in the second team?" Johnny laughed as he pulled his cock out of me, "You met Tyler on Monday, Frank brought him round when he was pricing up for the new en-suite bathroom!" Even though Johnny's cock was out of my pussy I managed to have another climax just from the realisation that Johnny was suggesting that I let a dog fuck me.

I wondered if it was something that they were putting in the water, first Roger wanting to watch K9 porn films on the internet and now my own husband suggesting that I have sex with a Pit Bull Terrier while he watched.

Saturday was quiet for me, Johnny was picked up by a friend from his team, they were going over to Ipswich to see their team play the Blues, they were going into Kettering early to move Johnny's car from the Black Cat's car park and put it in the council car park, Johnny would have to pay four pounds to park all day but at least no one would block him in as the council car park was well marked out.

On Sunday Johnny would be playing football, he was a defender in the team's first eleven, usually I didn't go with him, I didn't see the point in standing getting frozen and soaking wet watching twenty-two men chasing a pig's bladder around a field but, with the little fantasy that Johnny had dreamed up after my first professional engagement as an exotic dancer and prostitute, I felt that I needed to look over the team to see which one I would focus on when Johnny next brought his fantasy up.

We didn't fuck on Saturday night, nothing unusual in that though, it was energy sapping to fuck the night before a game of football, Sunday night wouldn't see me getting fucked either, ninety minutes of hard physical exertion would leave Johnny too knackered to want to fuck me, knackered and drunk usually!

After the match on Sunday there were a lot of ribald comments passed in my direction from the members of the team, heaps of sexual innuendo and off colour joking in the club house after the players got out from the showers. I was asked by more than one man why I hadn't been in the bath waiting for them to come off the pitch. Frank came over to me, "Hi Samantha, you won the first prize on Friday night, they were surprised to find that you and Johnny had already left, Tina was spitting feathers because you beat her!"

Johnny, Frank and I took a table together, "Johnny has told us all about the fundraiser he's planning and the first team have all asked for tickets, so we've sold thirty tickets already!" "Thirty tickets, so the first team and the second team have all ordered tickets?" "No, everyone in the first team wants two tickets!" That quietened me down a little, everyone in the first team wanted to bring a friend, well, it still wasn't a dead cert, Johnny would still have to get committee approval and that was far from a foregone conclusion.

Sunday evening I found myself contemplating either jumping Johnny's bones or masturbating myself, three hours in the company of forty or so horny men who had all been told that I might be entertaining them very soon had turned me on more than a little as was the thought that I might not be dancing for forty men if Johnny's idea came off but closer to eighty men!

I started to look after my own needs but then I remembered that Roger had told me to go to him on Monday, just a few hours away, so I put my needs on the back burner until I could get a little cock from Roger, well, more than a little cock if memory served, length wasn't everything, girth played a part too.

I was mega frustrated by Monday morning, I had a very fitful night's sleep, I had told myself that I wouldn't be going back to Roger's cottage but now I knew that I was going to go there in just a few hours time. The sleeplessness was caused by my trying to work out if I should tell Johnny about the previous week or not or if I should tell him where I was going while he was out at work. I decided to tell him about my appointment with Roger but not about Roger's instructions for me to dress in a certain way or that Roger would definitely be having sex with me later.

"I have an appointment to see a pensioner out on the Oakham Road, he wants me to help him to find some online sites that he said seem to be blocked by the library network!" "Really, what kinds of sites?" "I don't know, he didn't mention them, but you know the library, you can't even watch the BBC I-player in there to catch up on a soap you may have missed, so it could all be innocent!" "I do hope not, if he wants to fuck you would you let him?" "Good god, he's older than my father, there is no way he'll try anything!" "But if he does, will you let him, and tell me all about it when you get home tonight?"

I waved Johnny's comments off, "You're just sex mad, not everyone else is!" I had already hung the white floaty summer dress, Indian cotton, so thin that I had to wear a full slip under it. I was just getting the bra-slip out of my drawer when Johnny stopped me, "Why not give the old guy a treat, get some sexy knickers and a bra, stockings and suspender belt, give him the hint and see where it takes you!" I fumbled through my underwear drawer, "I don't have any clean stockings, just these!" I said holding my self support stockings, "And I'll have to wear white bra and panties under the dress if I don't have the slip on, any other colour will show through!" "Better still, wear the hold-ups and don't bother with any knickers or bra under at all!" So there I was, dressed as Roger had instructed me too the week before but it had all been at Johnny's suggestion.

Johnny kissed me on his way out of the door as he left for work, "Remember, if you have any fun, I want to know all about it when I get home!" I smiled sweetly and nodded my head as Johnny grabbed my arse on his way through the door.

I wasn't the slightest bit worried on the drive to Roger's house, far from it, the closer to Roger's house I got, the more juiced-up I became, I had actually placed a wad of Kleenex between my legs so that the back of my dress and my seat didn't get too wet on the drive. As I turned into the yard I did start to worry though, there was a Land Rover parked in the spot that I had chosen to park in the week before. I sat for a long moment in my car, perhaps Roger had a visitor, maybe I should go to the Country Club, have a drink and show off a little to the business men taking their clients for a posh luncheon on expenses.

'Perhaps I should have finger fucked myself last night, at least I wouldn't be so horny right now!' Ran through my mind, at least I might as well get out and go and have a cold cider with Roger and his visitor before heading out to the Country club. As I got out of my car there was the sound of two dogs barking in the back of the Land Rover, deep booming barks, not the yapping of a sheepdog but the voices of two, much larger, dogs.

Roger was at the door before I got the chance to knock, "Come in, I have a friend who is eager to meet you!" I walked ahead of Roger into the living room; Roger introduced me to a slightly younger man, well dressed, handsome in a rugged kind of way. Bill was the man who had employed Roger for most of his life, Bill and Bill's father before him. Bill stood up and walked across the room to meet me, his hand outstretched as if he was going to shake my hand but as we met in the middle of the room his hand dodged mine and went for my breast, "Mmm, nice and firm, no bra and very responsive nipples, did you leave your panties at home too?" Bill said as his hand slipped down, over my stomach and on to my pussy mound. When he felt hairs through the thin cotton, he smiled at me. Roger was behind me; he was reaching for the hem at the back of my dress and was pulling it up. I was stripped naked in a moment by Roger taking the back of my dress and passing it over my head to Bill to pull away from my body.

I stood there, totally naked, Bill ran his fingers through the hair on my head, then he felt the hair between my legs, "I see you prefer not to be so ginger on your head, you should let it grow naturally, show off your Celtic roots with pride!" Roger was rubbing his hands over my back and down over my buttocks while Bill leaned in to kiss me as his own fingers explored between my legs, he kicked at my instep to encourage me to open my legs for him.

Bill was slowly bringing me off with his fingers and Roger was exploring my anus with the fingers of his right hand, while his left hand was between my shoulders and he was pushing the top half of my body forward gently. "She's tight back here, never been used, I think you'd better break her in, my cock is so big, it'll kill her if I go first.

Between them the men were keeping my legs straight so that as I was bending forward Bill's hand was being pushed away from my cunt, when he finally had to stop finger fucking me he started to undress himself, I had to reach out and use Bill's body to hold me up before I fell on my face. Bill stood naked in front of me, in both meanings of the word; his cock was ram-rod hard and a little longer than I remembered Rogers being but nowhere close to his girth.

Bill positioned his cock against my lips and thrust his hips up into my face, forcing his cock deep into my mouth and at that very moment, Roger's cock slipped into my cunt from behind. I think they call it 'spit-roasting' between the two of them they got it exactly right, both men pushing at exactly the same time and with exactly the same force so that I wasn't being pushed and pulled about. Roger took me to twenty or thirty powerful orgasms before he was ready to blow his load into me.

Bill was waiting, listening to Rogers heavy breathing developing and Bill asked if Roger was ready, Roger grunted that he was and at that moment, both men pulled their cock's out of my holes and Bill held me still, one hand on each of my shoulders and my head pressing into his stomach while Roger took his cock in his hand, massaging himself back to the boil and I felt him rubbing the tip of his cockhead all around my anal muscle, depositing my own lubricant and his pre-cum all around the muscle area, then, as he grunted into his climax, he pressed his cock against my anal muscle and formed a seal so that as he shot off, every drop of his spunk was injected past my, normally unyielding anal muscle, I felt every spasm of his climax as it jetted into my bottom.

There was a little pain from the pressure needed to form the seal between cock and bum-hole but not overly unpleasant, then I felt my world spin as my head was passed rapidly from Bill to Roger and Bill's cock sought out the trail of leaking Roger-cum as it tried to escape from my arse. I screamed out in pain as Bill's cock drilled its way into my lower colon, and as my mouth opened in pain Roger filled it with his still hard cock. It was difficult to complain much with your jaw spread wide by a monster cock like Roger's and as Roger had lubricated Bills path, the pain soon died away and I achieved an orgasm from just anal stimulation alone.

Bill took his time shooting up my arse, he took so long that there was no pain at all when he finally shot off, it was strange that Roger hadn't filled my mouth in the time it took Bill to cum, I had some experience of Roger's recycle rate, and he was definitely holding himself back from his second orgasm. Bill pulled his cock out of my bum and I stood up, Roger was applying pressure to my lower back, massaging around my kidneys and I was in a little pain from my freshly opened bottom as well as from bending over for so long, never mind the jaw strain I was suffering from trying to hold my mouth open so wide for so long to accommodate Roger's cock.

Roger pushed me into his window, so that I was looking out over the farm yard, I was standing almost upright but that didn't stop Roger filling my bum hole with his cock, Roger knew that he wouldn't be able to get all of his cock into my anus as Bill had done so he was content that he got his cock head in and he fucked me with very short, very powerful strokes, his cock moving only a fraction of an inch. I didn't complain about the pain though, Roger fucking me in the window meant that should anyone be out driving the lanes or walking the footpaths would be able to see my naked body through his window, so that on its own was a turn on for me and mitigated the pain slightly.

As Roger was spurting his thick seed up into my bowels I saw Bill outside at his Land Rover, he dropped the tailgate and two large black dogs jumped down onto the ground. One was definitely a Rottweiler; the other was some kind of crossbreed, possibly a Doberman and Labrador.

Bill was pulling something that looked like a coffee table or bench; it was as low as a coffee table but padded like a bench, just over four feet long and fifteen inches wide. I finally reached a climax on Roger's anal assault, not because of his cock but because I suddenly realised what the bench was for. I had seen exactly the same thing used in photographs and videos a week earlier on Roger's pc, women had used the bench to get low enough for the dog's to get easy access.

Bill came into the living room; his two dogs burst in and ran wildly around the room, sniffing at me as well as Roger, as well as the colourful palette of rich odours that made up the sixty-five year old man's home.

The bench was placed in a clear spot in the middle of the room, one end of the bench had height adjustment, Roger pulled his cock from my bottom and he held me against the window while the Rottweiler eagerly lapped up two men's semen running from my back passageway.

Roger told Bill to set the height of the bench for Benny!" Bill called Benny over, the crossbreed ran to his master's side, its tail wagging so hard that it could have been used to generate electricity. The dog licking my arse was King. Bill called out, "Bench set!" And Roger pulled me into position at the side of the bench, as I was being pulled down onto the bench, Benny was jumping at me, his anticipation of covering me was overcoming his training as Bill was telling the dog to 'Stand!'

I was positioned on the bench and before the dog was given the instruction to mount me he was already stepping over me. Bill had to guide Benny's cock so that it hit the right place and as soon as the dog felt the tip of his cock enter my warm sheath, he started to hump me at high speed. "Bill asked Roger if he should let Benny tie with me, "No, it could take too long for him to get free, you use your hand to stop him getting in, We'll let King tie with her, he can have as long as he wants to calm down after!"

Bill caught Benny's knot in his hand, as soon as he did the dog calmed down a little, it stopped its frenetic humping and just rocked back and forth slightly as it fired its thin semen into me. I had been surprised at the length of Benny's cock, and considering that Bill had so much of the dog's cock in his hand, it should have felt almost twice as long if Bill hadn't been stopping the dog from tying with me.

King was brought to stand over my head, Roger pulled his sheath back and exposed his cock, then he pushed the dog's cock into my mouth. Benny cleaned my cunt out with what felt like a ten foot long tongue as I sucked King's cock. Bill pulled King so that he was standing between my legs; the bottom of the bench was raised slightly so that King could get a straight shot at my cunt.

King started to hump into me on his master's command, King's cock was far longer than anything I had up me in my life to that point, the tip of his cock crashed into my cervix but over half of his cock was still outside, it felt strange up inside, as the dog humped up into me it felt like something was searching deep inside of me, looking for something, there was an almost audible pop as King found its inner target and the dog had to hop forward a half step as more of its cock forced its way into me.

There was a great deal of pain as King was trying to get his knot and the last two inches of his cock into me. Bill had to lend a hand as King had been humping into me for fifteen minutes and Bill was worried that he would over tire himself, so Bill put all of his weight on King's buttocks in one sharp movement, I screamed out in pain as King's knot finally passed my labia and King stopped humping, just the slow rocking that Benny had done once he felt pressure on his knot.

As King began to seed me, it felt like he was wetting my ribcage from the insides the tip of his cock was so deep inside my body. It took Bill and Roger all of their time to stop king trying to free himself, they had to hold him in place, still in the mating position, it was in the nature of a dog, that it would turn its back on the bitch, that position started the disengagement process that helped the dog to separate from the bitch eventually.

Because King and I were held in place, his cock didn't shrink as fast as it should and we remained tied together for over forty minutes. "Will you be coming back next week?" Roger asked as King began to slip out of my pussy, I shook my head, "Probably not!" "Well, if you do, I'll have King here, you should come back though, every time I fuck your arse hole it will get easier, eventually, you'll even be able to tie with King up your bum as well!" I shook my head and pulled my dress on over my head. "I don't think so!"

It was still just about early enough to go to the Country Club but I had been so well fucked that all I wanted to do was get home, take a bath and have a nap.

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The Retired Farm Hand Part 4

My husband Johnny had popped home for lunch and he was still home when I got there so he saw exactly how dishevelled I was when I got home, I had used an old picnic blanket on my seat to save ruining the cloth upholstery in my car, I could have left the blanket in my car until later but I really wanted to get it in the wash and dried again in case I needed it again to fill a similar role but I'd also used the blanket in the past if I'd seen workmen near the park, I'd lay the blanket close to the men and sunbathe on the grass, exposing as much of my body as I dared.

Johnny saw how wet the dress was and the picnic blanket was drenched too, "All that...juice...from one pensioner?"

"Don't be silly; only the thick stuff is his jizz, the thinner stuff came from two dogs he'd borrowed for the day!"

"Dogs, you mean...you...you're telling me that...God, I wish I'd seen that!"

I nodded my head, "And the dirty old sod didn't want to use my pussy, he said that he'd keep that hole free for his dogs, he used my bum-hole instead..."

Well, don't ask me how it actually happened but the large coffee table was cleared with a single sweep of my husband's arm and I found myself flat on my back, on top of the table, my dress gathered up around my ears, and my knees forced wide apart either side of my breasts, "Good grief Sam, he's really opened your bum, his spunk is still leaking out! Is it sore?"

I nodded my head and then Johnny jabbed his finger into my cunt, "Is that all dog's spunk in there?"

"Dog's spunk and my juice!"

"Feels really thin, can I try it?"

"Thought you had to get back to work!"

"Work will still be there in an hour, doggy spunk might not be!"

Johnny's face slipped between my thighs and he ate my cunt out greedily. "Tastes the same as a man's spunk, just seems to be a little thinner."

"Go to work Mr. Pervert!"

Johnny pulled his zipper down, "...Not like that, you go, I need a salt bath, my arse is feeling very much abused!"

"Well, don't heal it up too much; I want a date with your arse when I get home!"

I lay in the bath, perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned the bum fucking or the dogs, Johnny won't rest until he's done or watched both!

I'd had a relatively quiet week sexually, I'd fought Johnny off on Monday evening because my arse muscle was so painful, I had to stop his advance on the south on Tuesday as well but I did give him oral and a promise to tell him the blow-by-blow account of my sex with the dogs on the following day, the Wednesday, I'd agreed to tell him straight after dinner, as I allowed him to try out my dark hole!

Saturday was a home game for our professional team so, after watching them lose three goals to one, Johnny and his mates went down to their sports club. I got a phone call at seven o'clock, "Come down and cheer me up, we got our arse kicked in the league and we've just been told by the chairman of our committee that we can't hold our planned fundraiser."

"You mean the one you had planned for with me?"

"Yep, they wouldn't recognise a good deal if it bit their arses!"

I walked to the clubhouse in ten minutes, now I'd been a first team player's wife for five years, I usually went to the clubhouse twice a month, in as well as out of season and in all that time, none of the other players had really had a conversation with me on my own, and, sure as 'eggs is eggs', not a single wife or girlfriend ever wanted to chat to me either!

Well, that Saturday night things were different, to a man, every male in the place came and spoke to me, even if it was just to shake their heads and say, "Bloody shame, I was really looking forward to taking a crack at you!"

Mind you they usually parted with, "Mind you, with my luck, I'd have probably won a week in bed with my own wife!"

What was really out of the ordinary though was, while the men were playing speed darts, Deborah Wiltshire came over to me, her husband, Greg, was a bit of a star player, he was actually being actively scouted by a few national teams to play professionally. She just sat at the table with me, looking at me and then, out of the blue, "Would you really have gone through with it?"

"Gone through with what?"

"Oh! Greg said he'd bought two tickets to see you doing a striptease, he was going to bring me along with him so I could watch you as well, mind you, if either of the two tickets had actually won you for the day, I don't think he was planning on sharing first prize with me!"

"I would have done it, it was all Johnny's idea, he took me over to the Black Cat Club last week and I won the amateur exotic dancing competition."

"If I'm honest with you, I think Greg would happily pay fifty quid for just an hour in private with you, but he really wanted me to see you do a striptease with him..." Deborah winked at me, "... he has a fantasy where he watches me with another woman and then joins in, you know...well, I guess that half the men here would like that fantasy to play out in real life!"

"And if it put fifty quid into club funds I'd probably do it, fifty quid would be ten percent of the way to the new kit they need!"

Deborah gave me a wide smile and asked me if I'd like a drink. I showed her my almost full glass, "I'm good thanks, I have this and I have an early appointment tomorrow!"

"But it's Sunday tomorrow; won't you be coming to the match?"

"I'll be there if I get finished early enough."

Deborah left me alone, I saw her make a beeline for her husband, Johnny narrowly missed coming last in the speed darts match and he sauntered over to me, "You look a little shocked!"

"Well, I'm not sure but I might have just been propositioned or was it importuned by drippy Deb."

"What do you mean?"

"Something about Greg would pay me fifty quid to let him watch me seduce Deborah while he watched and then join in with both of us after!"

"Fifty bloody quid, I'm definitely in the wrong game!"

"Not sure anyone would pay you fifty quid for sex Johnny, well, nobody but me that is!"

The night was coming to an end; the social club didn't stay open late at night if there was a match the following day. They did however stop open later on a Sunday night even if people had work the following day. I was visiting the powder room just before slipping off home with a still sober Johnny. Greg followed me out to the toilet, "One hundred pounds, next Saturday, my house. You've to dance for me and Deb, have sex with her, even if it's against her will, rape her if necessary, then do a full service with me while Deb helps you. I'll pay the check into club funds and even gift-aid it so the club gets the tax as well! What do you say?"

"I'll ask Johnny, if he thinks it's okay you have a deal!"

With the tax as well as the one hundred pounds, that would be twenty-five percent of the new kit the club needed. Johnny was all for it, usual rule, he wanted a detailed description of what we did and it couldn't go past six o'clock in the afternoon or Greg might not be any good for their match the following day.

Mark Brown walked purposefully over to our table, "Last minute team change Johnny my boy...no, don't panic, you're still left back for the first team but you won't have me looking after the right wing, bound to happen, I'm over forty, that new boy, Frank will be partnering you tomorrow, probably for the rest of the season too!"

Mark sat down opposite me, "Don't take this the wrong way Samantha but it's a bloody shame, my name was down for the first ticket to your show, I stood no chance of winning you for the day but, until the winning ticket was drawn, I'd have used the fantasy to get off to every day."

Johnny laughed, "Four or five times a day from what I hear!"

"Been a hard six months since my divorce, a caravan at the back of the refuse tip is hardly a swinging bachelor pad, flies I can attract, women, I can't, anyway, you have a great game tomorrow mate, the only good thing about being dropped is at least I can get drunk tonight and look after the needs of my flesh."

Mark picked up his empty glass and headed off to the bar, "It's a shame, Mark's been a first team player here for, well, forever just about, he was in the first team to play when they formed the club over thirty years ago, do you fancy having sex tonight?"

"You looking to join Mark on the dropped list?"

"No...actually...I was thinking it might be nice if some kind-hearted soul offered to take the place of Mark's right hand just for one night, I'd probably get a better night's sleep if I wasn't fighting the urge to fuck you all night long. How about it, can I go and stop him drinking anymore?"

I smiled and squeezed Johnny's thigh, "You're a good man Mr. Pervert, for a pervert, try not to make it sound like a pity shag though!"

I went and looked at the team list, I eaves-dropped in on a conversation about Mark, "...he's a fool to himself, they asked him to sub for Frank and Johnny tomorrow but he's on self-destruct since Mary divorced him, he could get in defence for the second team if he straightened himself up a little..."

Well, strange, being asked to substitute wasn't exactly the same as being dropped outright! Sub's get to play for a little while in most games. I saw Johnny easing Mark out of the queue at the bar; he was still waiting for the barman to take his order. I saw a light go on behind Mark's eyes, he looked over at me and smiled, then he walked over to me, well, he swaggered over, the way he used to swagger after his team won a match against all the odds.

"Do you want to bring your drink with you?"

"What, where?"

"I've given your old man the cash; you're mine from now until kick-off tomorrow! I'm only on the sub's bench so I can afford to expend a little energy tonight."

"But I thought you'd turned down the offer to be substitute defender!"

"Fuck, I'll be right back, you finish your drink!"

Johnny came back to our table, "You're a very good man Mr. Pervert, anybody ever tell you that?"

"Yes, for a depraved pervert that is!"

"How much did you charge him?"

"I told him twenty-five pounds an hour but if he stopped feeling so fucking sorry for himself, he could have twelve hours for the price of one, just this once!"

"I'm reporting you to the low pay commission, that's only...like two quid an hour, over a fiver under minimum wage!"

"See you in court!"

We kissed and Mark came back, "Okay, I'm on the sub's bench tomorrow, happy now? Can I take your wife to my enchanted castle now to fuck her brains out?"

Johnny looked shocked, "Enchanted in what way?"

"My ex-wife, the wicked witch of Northamptonshire, has cast a spell over it, turning my castle into a pigsty on the dump!"

Mark took my arm, no car ride small talk for us, Mark's caravan was literally just the other side of the football pitch, we called the area a 'Park Homes Site', Mark's van was the closest van to the football club land and as I followed Mark up the steps to his front door, I looked over my shoulder and watched Johnny walk to his car less than two hundred yards away.

"Sorry about the mess in here, my inflatable wife is away visiting her parents at the rubber factory this week!"

I looked around, typical single man, porn books, wank mags and blue films scattered on every flat surface, Mark busied himself turning his single, six foot by three foot, bed into a six foot long by seven foot wide monster. Mark was actually sleeping in a sleeping bag which he unzipped and spread out over the bed, then he unpacked another sleeping bag from a cupboard and zipped the bottoms of both bags together. "Want a drink?"

Mindful of the fact that Mark was about to get drunk to forget his problems I turned him down, "I need to ask a favour from you Samantha..."

I interrupted him, "Sorry, you can't ask any favours from me tonight, you bought and paid for me, so for the next twelve hours you just say what you want and I'll do it!"

"Well, the favour will come after actually. Now that I've agreed to be a sub for tomorrow's match, I'd feel awkward about...well, about having sex before a match, what I'd really like...I'd love to watch you undress, spend the night cuddling together in the nude, in bed but not actually fuck...but for Christ's sake don't tell Johnny that we didn't... If anyone found out, I'd have to leave the area."

I stripped with a smile on my face, then I undressed Mark and took him to bed, we talked for an hour and Mark explored my body, he even masturbated me to a climax and as I bounced about, gasping for air he said, "I'm definitely going to pay another twenty-five quid but for an after match fuck next time!"

It was only a little bit weird, bunking down for the night with Mark, a man close to twice my age, a man who had taught my husband to play football when my husband was still just a boy. I woke at eight o'clock; Mark had uncovered me and was just looking down at my body with a stupid grin on his face, "God how I wish I wasn't playing football today, I'd fuck you until you couldn't walk ever again!"

"Would you like me to suck your cock? I could stop before you cum if you like."

"Would you masturbate yourself for me, I'd love to see that..."

I was rubbing away like mad before he stopped speaking. I gave myself three orgasms before he stopped me.

"Samantha, thanks for last night and thanks in advance for not telling Johnny that we didn't actually do anything, I'd better get showered and get ready for the match."

"You have a shower in this small van?"

"Hardly, I have to use the showers in the toilet block."

I wrapped myself in Mark's towelling robe and walked with him to the 'Resident's Amenities Block', one toilet, one shower cubicle, a kitchen area and a laundry room built into what had been a stable block when the land was part of the big house, not so much a manor house but the nearest thing to one around our village. I actually showered with Mark; he blew two quid in the electric meter for hot water so we could play as we washed.

Mark dressed in his football strip, I borrowed some of his old kit, a thick jumper but with one of Mark's old football shirts on top, it had 'Brown M' between the shoulder blade and the number ten in the middle of its back, from Mark's glory days when he 'Owned' the number ten spot, his current shirt just had his name and no number on it so he could substitute in other positions on the field.

I kissed Johnny when we finally reached the back of the clubhouse where the team was running through their warm-up rituals,, as our lips parted Johnny whispered, "You're making a big statement!"

"We didn't get the chance to finish off completely so, if you don't mind, I'm giving Mark an extra hour after the match!"

Johnny kissed me again, "Has anyone ever told you that you're a really nice person Mrs Pervert?"

"Many times...well, for a pervert that is."

Mark took to the pitch at the seventy minute point. His team was one goal to nil up and Johnny and Frank had been taking a beating in defence while trying to keep their one goal advantage, Mark was sent on in place of a forward, he was told to fill in the central defender role to ease the workload on Johnny and Frank.

The final whistle sounded and it was still one nil, it wasn't really the game the boys wanted to play but their opponents were at the top of their division while our team was bottom. Everyone filtered off the pitch, I grabbed Mark's arm, "You can take a bath with the rest of the team and have a drink with them in the bar or you can take me back to the pigsty and fuck me until Johnny comes over to pick me up!"

Mark looked shocked, "You told Johnny?"

"I didn't but I didn't need too! You taught Johnny all he knows about discipline, before, during and after the match, he guessed that you wouldn't do anything to jeopardise your fitness before the match, even as substitute."

In the pigsty it was a game of two halves, the first forty-five minutes Mark was all on top, he made all the plays but didn't get to shoot a single time, after the half time orange juice I came out on top, the second half was parry and thrust, at forty-four minutes we heard the sound of Johnny's car pulling up alongside the pigsty and I ceased the moment of distraction on Mark's part to put together a 'one - two' combination, he shot, he scored, he was still dribbling from his balls when Johnny walked in on us.

I put my dress on, no knickers or bra, as I'd worn quite sexy knickers the night before, I threw them at Mark, "Here, you can put these on your inflatable doll when she gets back from the rubber factory if you like!"

Johnny took me to his car, the passenger side was next to Mark's van so we couldn't be seen from the clubhouse, Johnny looked a little sheepish, "You can't sit in my car like that, you'll fuck my seats up."

I pulled my dress up, squatted on the door sill, lifted my legs, one foot out of the window, the other on Johnny's shoulder, I looked into Mark's eyes as he watched Johnny go down between my legs and drink all of the spunk flooding out of me.

On the drive home, Johnny said, Frank brought up the 'Tyler' issue in the showers, I kind of agreed to ask you if you'd put on a show for us with his dog, I took twenty quid off of five men and promised to talk you into it, what do you say?"

I went quiet, when I was at Roger's house, the two dogs were well trained, they were used to fucking women, or so it seemed to me, Tyler was far from trained, far from being even well behaved but on the other hand, it would be nice to try sex with another dog, nice for Johnny to have six of his friends watch me doing it and after, Johnny would be horny and would fuck my lights out.

"Well, can I say yes?"

"If you like!"

"When?"

"Well, I need a bath right now, but whenever you like after that!"

I was soaking in the bath when the door opened, "Frank has a lock-up garage out on meadows farm, everyone will be there in an hour."

Shit, I'll need another bath in two hour's time, fucking a dog in a dirty old garage!

Five second team players, Frank, Tyler and Johnny, all sitting around on various items of sanitary wear, Johnny was actually sitting on the toilet pan that was going into my new ensuite bathroom. I'd dressed sexily, the five men had all paid twenty quid each for the show, so I guessed they'd want a strip as well as the bestiality performance and while I was tied to Tyler, I'd offer all five a blow job. I'd also guessed that Frank would expect to fuck me for free after his dog!

Tyler was inexperienced but keen to fuck, he tied with me quickly but didn't start to shoot straight away, even though he was stuck fast, he had to go a second time to build up to his climax, a double fuck kind of thing, I sucked seven men to climax and was still stuck like glue with Tyler. Frank, Johnny, Tyler and I were all left alone for a further thirty minutes before I slipped free from Tyler.

On Monday I returned to Roger's farm, I had to take on him in my cunt, then his friend Bill, again in my cunt, Benny, the smaller of the two dogs followed Bill, as Benny was lining himself up with my cunt Roger asked Bill if he should control Benny's cock the way he had previously, to prevent him tying with me and holding up the proceedings, Bill said, "I think our demure librarian has been practising, I don't think she'll have any problems handling Benny's dismount when he's finished with her."

Benny mounted me without help, took him seven or eight stabs to engage while Bill and Roger were discussing the dog's style and the 'Bitch's' ability to stand, I guessed that I was the bitch in question. I didn't enjoy my time with Roger and friends as much as the day before, Tyler was far less experienced than Benny but the two men watching were nowhere near as appreciative as my seven man audience had been.

Benny managed to tie with me without losing his stride so as soon as his knot engaged in my cunt I felt the first jets of his semen flooding into my pussy. Benny stood on my back for three minutes, then he looked behind himself, he was about to turn and try a forced dismount, Roger moved forward to hold Benny in place, "No, don't stop him, the dismount is all part of the act, I don't think Sam will be unduly troubled by little Benny...see!"

At that moment Benny turned, his hind leg stepped over my bum and he pulled, there was a loud pop and Benny walked away, happily licking his cock.

"...now if King can dismount like that we'll have to take her out to the donkey shed next!"

Bill checked my cunt, just a cursory glance, "She's okay, I think she quite enjoyed the extra dimension. King, mount!"

King jumped onto my back, single thrust and he was in, four minutes and his knot engaged, I was gasping through several orgasms all easing into each other. King stopped fucking me, just rocking forwards and back as he fired off into my cunt.

"I think I should stop King trying to dismount too early Bill!"

"No way, let Sam have the full experience!"

"She might not come back again if King hurts her!"

Bill pondered something as King rested over my back, then as King looked behind us, signalling that he was finished, Bill said, "No, she's hooked, even if King rips her open inside, she'll keep coming back while we have a supply of different animals to fuck her, she'll not want to miss the chance of taking a pony on next week!"

King turned, it took him five minutes to get his hind leg over my bum, then he started yanking his body away from mine, as he forced his knot from my body I was screaming in pain but climaxing at the same time. King walked away and lay in the corner, licking his cock. Bill patted my back, "Up to you Sam, you can run home now and lick your wounds or keep to our plan and let me fuck your arse first and Roger after me! If we do finish our plan today, then next Monday you take Benny up your arse with Roger controlling his knot, then King in your cunt again. If King can dismount next week as easily as Benny did today then we'll take you out to the stable for a pony or donkey to fuck your cunt!"

I hadn't moved from the fuck bench after King ripped his knot out of me, while I considered Bill's comments, I reached behind myself, gripped my arse cheeks and pulled them open to expose my brown hole to Bill. He smiled over to Roger as he slipped his cock into my bum-hole, fucking my arse as if it were my cunt.

I was sore but satisfied after my Monday appointment, I took a soothing bath when I got home, I had to let Johnny fuck me on Monday evening as I told him about my day but he gave my cunt and arse the rest of the week off, just using my mouth for his pleasure until after my appointment on Saturday.

I took a DVD of sexy dance music to Greg and Deborah's house, at Johnny's request I'd turned up at midday so my act could be over before the magical six o'clock deadline for sex before a match. Johnny had even dressed me, several layers so that the tease could last as long as possible before the actual sex act between Greg and me.

I started the DVD playing in Greg's PC; I danced for Greg and Deb for an hour as they sat kissing and cuddling on the sofa. I was down to just my bra and thong when I dived at Deb and pulled her to her feet, cold feet as it turned out, she didn't really want to get involved with me, the idea had been nice a week ago but in the cold light of one-fifteen on a cold Saturday afternoon, Deb suddenly changed her mind.

I kissed her on her mouth, she fought me off, she pulled away from me, tried to get back to Greg, tried to appeal to Greg to call me off, she just wanted to watch Greg fuck me! I pulled her back into my arms wrapped her up tightly and kissed her again. She managed to force my face away from hers again but this time I was brushing my fingers through her hair so as she pulled away from me I twisted her long hair around my fingers, made a fist and pulled her head backward, moving my mouth down to her throat and biting her neck, vampire style but slightly more gently.

Because Deborah was fighting to get away from me I had to be a little more aggressive than I liked but Greg was paying me and he had said, "Rape her if you have too!"

So, rape I did, the first hour was my stripping down to my bra and panties, the second hour was far less loving but I had managed to strip Deborah naked, the problem was, once naked I had sod all idea what to do to or with her! I spotted a fruit bowl on their dining table, I pulled a very green banana from the bowl and used it to rape Deb with, skin and all, then I peeled it and fucked her a second time with the banana naked, turning it into mush inside her cunt.

I had her flat on her back on an oak coffee table, knees up around her ears and began eating a banana smoothy from Deborah's loving cup!

That did the trick; Deborah lost the will to fight me off and began pulling my head harder against her crotch. The third hour was all about me and Deborah fucking, I was now totally naked and we did just about everything we could think of doing to each other to look sexy for Greg or to feel sexy to us. The fourth and fifth hours were all about me fucking Greg, him fucking me, Deborah fucking Greg while I sat on his face, kissing Deb while Greg ate his own spunk from my cunt!

The sixth hour was all about sleep, the three of us, all in bed together just relaxing and cuddling together. At six o'clock there was the sound of a car honking its horn, it was Johnny, come to pick me up. I stuffed all of my clothes into a bag and left Greg and Deborah's house wearing just a Mackintosh. Deborah saw me to the door, she was still totally naked, she kissed me at the open doorway, she stopped me as I was about to walk away, "Is it still twenty-five pounds an hour if I want to see you on my own?"

"What? You want a discount?"

"No, I thought you'd want more for doing a woman!"

Deborah pressed an envelope into my hand, "Greg wanted you to have this little gift for yourself, he said it's to buy yourself something pretty, something for yourself!"

I had to be careful slipping into Johnny's car as all I was wearing was a three button mack and a smile; I ripped open the envelope, looked in and smiled, "What you got there darling?"

"Fifty quid to buy myself something nice and I think I may have Deborah as a regular customer, even after the club has its new kit!"

Johnny gave me a strange look, "Would you be willing to keep on fucking for money, even when there's no reason too?"

"Well, only as long as you're happy for me to do it, but I'm having fun, you seem to like fucking me after I've been with other men, I'll keep doing it as long as everyone's happy!"

Sunday's game was an away fixture, the other team had invited Johnny's team over on Saturday evening, each player on the other team had agreed to provide a bedroom for their opposite number on Johnny's team so he would be leaving soon after he got me home, "They'll be trying their usual trick of getting our team drunk before the match, just the usual mind games that most teams try and play!"

I saw Johnny's face start to break into more than a grin, "How would you fancy putting on another little striptease tonight?"

"Who for?"

"Well, tomorrow's team, their star player, their striker, he's a bit of a Casanova, fancies himself, if I take you with me, once he finds out that you'll be staying in a hotel on your own, he's bound to make a play for you, you could seriously damage their chance of winning of you let him fuck you all night."

"You're a very dirty player Mr. Pervert, has anyone ever told you that before?"

"I'll get Frank to pick me up, you take your bath, drive over in my car later, you might want to wear the clothes I picked out for you earlier for Greg's striptease. You can play it by ear when you get to their club, bring your dance music and the boom-box from the garage, if I don't come over and kiss you when you get to their club, assume that you're a stripper for the evening. Just depends on how our little game plays out before you get there."

Johnny had done everything for me, after my bath, I dressed in the clothes he'd chosen for me to wear, the boom-box was on the back seat of his car, his sat-nav had been programmed with the address of the football club he would be playing at and even the address of the motel he'd booked me into for the night, all I had to do was drive the car.

The car park at the football club was packed, I had to park out on the lane leading down to the clubhouse. I had never been to that club before, I only ever went to home games as a rule but fortunately all clubhouses followed a very similar pattern. As I walked through the door into the bar with the huge portable CD player on my shoulder someone called out, "Look lads, the stripper's turned up at last!"

I think it could have been Frank that shouted out but the room instantly dissolved into shrieks of wolf-whistles, clapping hands and stamping feet, I spotted Johnny at the bar, he was pointing to the small stage at the far end of the room, I reached above my shoulder, hit play on the boom-box and used my sexiest walk as I passed through the crowded bar.

My arse was grabbed by at least five men as I strutted through the room. I spotted our striker at a table, drinking with one of the opposition players; I didn't need to be told that the other man at his table was my prime target. It took me a complete track to walk the few paces to the small stage, then in the dying sounds of the first track I placed the boom-box on the front of the stage and in the silence between the tracks, I struck a pose and held it until the first chord of the second track.

As I stripped slowly to my music I favoured their striker but subtly, I actually shared my stripping favours around their team, naturally, every member of Johnny's team knew me and were in on the game, about halfway through my strip, our team's players were mumbling and grumbling that the stripper was favouring the home team players and their chairman even said that it was only fair as they had provided the entertainment.

I got a big kick out of stripping off in front of sixty horny, beer fuelled men, I spent more than an hour getting totally naked and once my final thong was ripped away, instead of the stage going dark or me grabbing my dress to hide my nakedness, I remained totally naked, stepped off the stage and walked over to their striker, I sat on his knee and whispered in his ear as I kissed his cheek, "Want to buy a girl a drink?"

Well, Johnny was right, their striker was a Casanova, I found myself in the home team changing room in thirty seconds flat, flat on my back on a bench seat with him humping into me through a condom. He turned out to be either a 'skinflint Casanova' or a 'greedy Casanova', he'd paid for a pack of three condoms and he used all three and spent ninety minutes using them!

He was definitely a fit young man when he started out fucking me and I have to say, one of the better lovers I'd had in a long, long time but after ninety minutes, he wasn't so fit. I thought my evenings work was done but Johnny had been moving around the room whispering to our team but just loud enough for their players to hear, "The stripper is looking after their players in the home dressing room, they even have a bowl of free condoms at the door to keep everybody safe. We can't even get a look in!"

After their striker finished fucking me I felt well satisfied, sexually, after taking on their whole team, finishing off with their goal keeper, I felt totally dead on my feet. I was still naked when I came back to my senses, alone and dripping with sweat, my clothes were still spread out all over the stage. When I walked out of the dressing room, the only people left in the bar were their chairman and the barman.

When he saw me still totally naked and not covering up at all, he had a huge grin on his face, "What do we owe you for the striptease love?"

Thinking fast on my feet I said, "I agreed to three hundred for the straight strip and twenty a man if any of your players wanted 'Special services' after my strip!"

"We're not paying sixty quid for our striker though!"

I was given a free drink by the barman and took a sip, "I had a lot of fun doing him, I'll give you him for free, so you just have to pay for ten players."

As he counted out five hundred pounds he cleared his throat, "Any chance of a discount for committee?"

I looked from him to the barman; I dropped two condoms on the bar, "Free for staff! By the way, will it be a good game tomorrow?"

"Our team are better players than their team and after the amount of beer we fed them earlier; I'll be surprised if their team even gets up in the morning!"

"Pity, I was looking forward to watching your striker on the pitch, see if he's as good as he is in the sack!"

"Come along by all means, our striker is the best in the amature league!"

I took both the barman and the chairman on the stage, one watching as the other fucked me and then they swapped places. The barman gave me a bag of salt, I was really sore from fucking twelve men after a marathon fuck from their striker. I actually slept in a saltwater bath for the rest of the night to try and take the sting from between my legs from fucking so much in the day.

I got to the ground just before kick-off, their striker wrapped me in his arms, kissed me passionately even though his wife was watching us, I whispered, "If you win, you can fuck me once for every goal you score by yourself!"

The match was a farce, Johnny's team was all over theirs, their star striker was keeping the ball to himself, refusing to pass to his team members at all, not that it mattered, they had eleven players who all looked like they were playing in lead divers boots rather than football boots! The final score was eight goals to one, their star striker scored their only goal and after the game ended he swaggered over to me, "So, just one free shag then darling?"

"Sorry lover, I said if your team won, I think I'll offer the other teams two defenders a free fuck, they played the best today!"

As Johnny stamped the mud off of his boots before going into the away team changing room I handed him the five hundred pounds, "What's this for darling?"

"Three hundred for the striptease and twenty quid a man for the sex, I gave their striker three fucks for free because you asked me to fuck him!"

"So, what you're telling me is, we've had our striptease and fuck evening to get our new kit, my mates didn't get to fuck you but then they got their strip for free and they got their new kit paid for them!"

Johnny drove me home in his car, it was a two hour drive and I was giving him the rundown of the thirteen men I'd fucked the previous evening all the way home. He was naturally turned on and wanted sex as soon as we got home, as he jumped on me in the hallway I said, "Do you mind using my mouth or my bum, my cunt is still a little tender and my bum could do with a little stretching before tomorrow, Roger was saying that he was going to try getting Benny in my arse tomorrow probably!"

****

I just pulled a simple dress on on Monday morning, no knickers or bra, Roger and Bill wouldn't care, they just wanted me naked and on their low bench as soon as possible and the dogs didn't give a damn either, their cocks started to grow when they caught my scent out in the yard.

When I walked into Roger's living room I was suspicious, there were four dining chairs set out on one side of the low exercise bench, they were too modern to be Roger's furniture so they had been brought in, probably by Bill. Bill was nowhere in sight and neither were Benny or King. Roger just stepped in and pulled my dress over my head and threw it into the corner. He started to fondle my body and kiss me as he said, "I'm sorry about this but Bill has got it in his head that he wants to humiliate you a little, he thinks that you think that you're better than us, just because you don't have to work for a living, he wants to bring you down a peg or two. I'd tell you to run for it before he gets here but, deep down inside, I want to see you best him!"

"And how will I do that?"

"Just take it all and don't complain!"

"And the chairs?"

"He's bringing four friends in to watch you; he said that you can wear a mask if you're feeling shy!"

"Don't think I'm the shy type anymore, do you?"

"You were the first week, you were a little shy but your professionalism carried you through that first week."

Roger wasn't kidding when he said Bill wanted to humiliate me. Two cars approached the house, Bill's Land Rover with King and Benny in the back seat and in the front passenger seat, next to Bill was my father. The second vehicle was an ordinary two wheel drive car like mine only ten times bigger so it was left well behind trying to pick its way over the deeply rutted farm track. My small car seemed to ride over the ruts one at a time, the longer car kept dragging its bum over the tops of humps.

I saw my father's smiling face looking from Bill's car, I watched as he saw my car sitting in front of Roger's house, he recognised the number plate '54MMS' and his smile dropped into a frown. Bill was grinning like an idiot when he sent my father through to Roger's living room, "You go through Gary, Roger's waiting in the living room with our current bitch in training, you could fuck her if you like while you wait for the others to arrive!"

I headed my father off in the passageway leading to the living room, I was naked but I didn't give that a single thought, I kissed him on his left cheek, "Hi dad, come to watch me perform with the dogs?"

My dad was flustered, he was red faced and struggling to breathe, "I didn't know that you were interested in bestiality dad, you never said!"

My father finally got his breath back, "You'd better get out of here, your Johnny's in the second car, he'll go mad seeing you here like this!"

"Johnny will love it, you worry far too much. Anyway, didn't Bill send you in here to fuck me?"

"God, I can't do that!"

"I wouldn't have a problem if you wanted to; it's just an act of friendship between two adults!"

My dad looked really shocked that I'd just told him that he could have sex with me if he wanted to, we were in the living room or 'Show Lounge' when I looked out of the window, "Whose car is Johnny in?"

The car was really struggling with the rough track to Roger's house, I saw it judder to a halt just short of Roger's gate, stop and then reverse and try another tack, Bill was standing at the gate shouting, "Just get your boot clear of the track and leave it there, you can walk the rest of the way!"

I looked back to my dad; he was still blushing as he looked at my body. He didn't want to look but he couldn't help himself. He jolted when he realised that I'd asked him a question, "Erm, Johnny, his boss and Johnny's father!"

Well I guess this will test Johnny's bravery rating, having both his dad and his boss watching me working two dogs and two elderly men, I wondered how they would take it, a little better than my dad I hoped!

LIGHTBULB MOMENT! Johnny knew all about my Monday mornings, there couldn't be two women in this area having sex with dogs out in an old farm labourer's cottage, Johnny must know that he, his boss and his dad were going to watch me fucking two dogs as well as the two old men, it wasn't like I'd kept anything a secret from him, so, he must be okay with his dad and boss seeing me perform!

Roger told my dad to sit in the first seat, the others were all walking through the front door, Roger said, "Last chance, you can wear a face mask if you like!"

I just shook my head, Benny and King rushed in through the door and were both jumping up at me. Bill had arranged for Johnny's boss to be first through the door, then his father and Johnny third. I was fussing with the dogs as they were licking my cunt.

I smiled and said, "Hi Mr. Appleton, hi Frank, hello darling!"

"Hi Sam, don't call me Mr. Appleton, I'm Peter to beautiful naked young women. I was most upset when your husband gave me back my money for your show and told me it was cancelled, I was hoping to win you for a day of sex."

"Ask Bill, he offered my dad the chance to fuck me before the show starts, he'll probably let you fuck me if you wanted to."

I looked at Bill's face, he didn't look at all happy that the only person who seemed at all shocked was my father, even Frank, Johnny's father just walked over to me and kissed me before patting and rubbing my naked bottom.

Bill was really pissed off with me because I wasn't traumatised by coming face to face with the four most important men in my life, he took the collar from around King's neck and slipped it around my neck, then he snapped a fastener through the d-ring on the collar, he dragged me to the bench and attached the short chain to the lower end of the bench.

"Benny, mount!"

The command was short and sharp, Roger moved into position to control Benny's knot but Bill stopped him, "I'll sort it this time!"

Bill did sort it, he guided Benny into my arse hole but instead of stopping Benny's knot from entering my bum he just walked away and stood at Roger's side. I was really glad that Johnny had fucked my arse twice the day before, Benny's cock didn't really register until his knot hit home and when it did, I was really glad that Johnny had given me some mild painkillers last night and again just before he went to work because of my much overworked cunt from Saturday.

Benny had no trouble tying in my bum and after he fired off he stepped over my bottom the way he had the week before but pull as he might, he couldn't pull free. "I could be stuck like this for thirty minutes; any of you want a blow-job?"

Peter Appleton was first on his feet, trousers all the way off, he knelt in front of me so I could suck him properly and as he fucked my mouth he turned to Johnny and said, "Have you applied for the promotion yet?"

Johnny looked surprised, "Erm, no, I was told not to bother, I haven't been with you for five years yet!"

Peter looked down at me, "Can you take my cock in your throat?"

I pulled my mouth away from his cock, "Hard at this angle but I'll try!"

I gave it my best shot, managed to get his cockhead engaged before he climaxed into my throat, "It's actually a shame, I quite like to see my spunk in a woman's mouth before she swallows and if she goes from me and kisses her husband while my juice is still on her breath I almost climax all over again but it is nice to get a deep throat too, you did well Samantha considering you have a cock the size of a cricket ball up your arse!"

Frank, Johnny's father was in my mouth before Pete had sat back down, Frank was a little more forceful, he got a good inch of his cock in my throat before he started to fuck my mouth seriously, Benny disengaged as Frank shot off in my throat. As Frank was busy with my mouth I could hear Johnny and Peter discussing the new job, Johnny would have to go to the interview but if I were willing to have sex with potential customers and suppliers, Johnny would be on the top of the shortlist, all he had to do now was fill in the form.

I looked at Bill's face as he brought King up behind me, unusual I thought, King was so well trained that he never needed help to mount, just the command from Bill. Hummm! Not so unusual, Bill guided King into my bottom! It was a good thing that Benny had tied with me earlier or King's cock would have hurt, even having taken painkillers earlier.

Johnny was talking to my father as King was fucking my arse like a steam train, "If this dog ties with her and there's a break in the show, why don't you let her suck you off?"

"I can't Johnny lad, she's my daughter, it's against the law!"

"Gary, you buy pirated DVDs, knock off watches, you inflate your costs on your tax form, you exceed the speed limit, you love watching bestiality videos and I know at least one girl that you've fucked that was almost definitely under age and you're worried about a little lite incest?"

King had been fucking my arse for fifteen minutes, his knot was smashing into my anal muscle but couldn't engage, Bill stood there steadfast, just waiting for my scream to tell him that King had tied with me, Roger looked disgusted at Bill, "King will fuck himself to death before you break that girl, if you don't control him, I will!"

Roger looked at Bill for fifty more attempts by King to tie with my arse before he stepped in and took a hold of King's knot. King stopped humping so violently, he just rocked slightly as a gallon of his spunk flushed through my bowels. I heard my father sigh and the sigh actually carried a whisper, "Shame he didn't tie!"

Johnny jumped up, he unclipped me from the bench, took the chain hanging from my leather collar and dragged me on my hands and knees, he handed my dad the chain and said "She'd love to drink your cum Gary!"

So I did the business for my father, I opened his trousers, pulled them past his knees and I sucked his cock until he exploded in my mouth. My dad still looked guilty but Johnny slapping him on his back and congratulating him made him calm down a little. Johnny looked at Bill, "We were promised a little Equine action as well today Bill, when do we get around to that?"

Bill looked really angry, "She won't be ready to move on to the next stage of her training until King can dismount after tying in her cunt, we haven't proved that yet!"

Johnny's hands were on his hips, I didn't often see him being assertive like that, I thought he was taking a very threatening stance towards Bill, "Look here mate, the fact that King didn't dismount from my wife's cunt is because you were playing mind games, it looked to me like you were trying to embarrass my beautiful wife. I'll bet you were shocked when I knew all about her Monday morning appointments to help bring a little colour into two sad old men's lives. I knew all about it, my father and my boss both knew all about it, the only one who got a shock here today is Gary but that's only because I was waiting until his birthday party to introduce him to his daughter's new occupation. Now, introduce my wife to your horse and if I think you're starting to play games again I'm going to be forced to straighten you out good and proper!"

We all traipsed out to the stables; I of course was still totally naked as we walked across the yard, I still had King's dog collar on around my neck and Bill was holding the short length of chain, leading rather than pulling me along behind him. In the stables there was a beautiful piebald polo pony, I was pushed under its belly and told by Bill, "Use your hands or mouth to get him interested."

All embarrassment and guilt left my father's face as he watched me wanking the pony into life; I just managed to hear him whisper to Johnny, "Would it be okay if I took a few snaps on my mobile phone?"

Johnny's reply was simple, "One condition Gary, you can, just so long as you email all the pictures you take to Pete, Frank, me and www.animal98.com website as soon as you get home!"

I got the pony hard, hard but hardly rampant, his cock was long and erect but he just stood there totally impassive as Bill told me to suck the horses cock, Johnny was impressed that I'd done what I'd done, that I'd managed to take the massive cock in my mouth but the animal's apparent lack of interest made the act a little flat, "What's up with the horse? Seems a little lacklustre!"

Roger pulled me out from under the pony, "If he was turned on, he would have choked her to death when she tried to suck his cock!"

I was pulled over to the end wall of the stable, it had a wooden layer to protect either the wall or the horse but it had another use, my chain was clipped to a ring set high on the wall, then Roger started to crank a handle that turned the stall into a kind of crush, like a vet would use when he needed to keep an animal still. As the wall got further away from me I was pulled up onto the tips of my toes by the short chain, upwards and bent forwards, then as Bill brought the pony up behind me, still totally disinterested, Roger cut a sealed plastic bag, the pony's nostrils flared and he made an exaggerated whinny.

Roger took an old face cloth from the bag and rubbed it all over my buttocks. The pony's nose went straight to my bum, my father, Pete, Frank and Johnny all gasped as the hard horse's cock grew slightly longer and started to bend upwards, Johnny said, "That's more like it, now he's interested!"

As the pony jumped at my back Roger said, "I rubbed that cloth around the cunt of a mare in oestrous yesterday and sealed it in the bag to keep the scent in until we needed it."

My legs were pulled wider apart as the horses front legs hooked over the top of the wooden partition, Roger slipped his hand between the pony's belly and my backside, he guided the horse's cock up into my cunt. It was like a flash of lightening, as the cock rocketed into my body I was lifted off the floor a dozen times before the horse exploded in my cunt and a gallon of horse cum flooded out of my cunt.

My dad said, "Damned it, it was over too fast, I didn't have time to start the video recorder on my phone!"

Roger smiled, "Get it ready, because with the smell coming off her arse, the pony will be back in ninety seconds or even less!"

The front hove's of the pony clattered on the top of the stall divide again, this time Roger didn't need to obstruct anyone's view, he located my cunt on the second stab and it was all over just as quickly again but this time my dad said "Great, I got it all that time,!"

"Samantha can stay here all day if she wants, while she's in here with the pony he'll keep coming back for more about every five minutes or so!"

Johnny said, "Is everyone happy?"

He got unanimous agreement from the other three members of the audience, he came over to me as the pony bounced and pranced away from me, Johnny whispered in my ear, "You can take me home now so I can fuck you or you can have another go at the pony first!"

"Home before I'm stretched beyond being any use to you!"

Roger gave Johnny a bag of Alum, "Toss a little of that in her arse or cunt and she'll instantly be as tight as a fourteen year old virgin!"

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