Farmer Pt. 05

Part 05. Black in white, or 10 inches that changed her married life

Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of merrySM, new colors have appeared in this story.

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The hug of her husband caused her protest. When the children went out to the school bus, she returned to the bedroom to pick up the phone. It was at these moments that her husband was inflamed with a desire to have sex. Today he had a free day and it was not difficult to assume that he would spend it in outright laziness.

Strange, but in the last three weeks this was the first time that he drew attention to her as a woman. Mary could not understand how, after numerous insults, this person can try to claim her attention and does not even try to apologize. He hugged her, whispered gentle words, his hands wandered over her body. But this tenderness did not cause anything in her heart - only disgust. Nevertheless, she did not want a new argument. Therefore, freeing herself from his embrace and depicting a semblance of a smile on her face, she did not find anything better to do than to lie. Oddly enough, it was a success. This is funny, but he really believed that she longed for his love and missed their sex. And her complaints about the fear of being late for work, as well as her promises to give him hot sex in the evening, allowed her to stop this torture and leave the house after a light breakfast.

On her way to work, Mary tried to find a way out of the situation in which she found herself. In principle, today she could return home in two to three hours. According to the schedule set by her agency, each employee on duty must answer the phone before lunch. After that, the duty officer works according to a personal schedule (in other words, working with clients who have violated insurance conditions). Today she had no problems with clients. Therefore, she planned to spend a pleasant time in company with Ail, and only the prospect of evening communication with her husband did not promise anything good. For a while, she reassured him with the prospect of fulfilling marital duties, but she could not find a way to refuse this promise without heated words. However, these doubts did not prevent her from leaving for the rest room where she once again straightened her hair and meticulously examined herself from all sides. It seemed to her that today some employees drew attention to the fact that their colleague had changed her style. The loose-fitting light skirt replaced fitted black trousers, and it was harmonized with a light sleeveless blouse. But they clearly did not suspect that for the first time in recent years, she was wearing tiny bikini panties and a frankly transparent bra. Mary did not want to think about why she opted for this black set of lingerie, or rather, she did not want to admit to herself the reasons. As soon as the watch was up, her Ford drove out of the parking lot in the direction of her new friend's street.

Unlike the troubles that plagued Mary, nothing changed in Ail's daily routine. After reviewing the business reports that the accountant sent him, Ail signed them, made several business phone calls, and even managed to get acquainted with the news of the morning newspapers. Even a short but emotional conversation with Bisoye when he arrived did not cause any special emotions. Elena did not go out into the yard for the second day, and this bothered him. The guy obviously overdid playing with this beautiful toy. But while there was no clear reason to suspect that one of the white mares decided to get out of control, it is possible that his neighbor was ashamed of the events that happened. You just have to wait.

With these thoughts, Ail went into the house and finished the last preparations for Mary's arrival. Today, according to his plan, the red-haired lady will receive the last lesson and pass the first exam from Joseph, who has already received the last instructions from the owner.

The day promised to be hot, but Ail turned off everything, all the air conditioners in the house - he had planned for everything.

Going out onto the porch, Farmer looked around. Everything was ready for the guest's arrival. The area near the garage was prepared to park the green Ford and only Bisoye helped Joseph connect the watering hose to the tap near the gate. A minute later they coped with this task and said goodbye to each other.

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A tall, thin Nigerian stepped aside and passed a green car driving a red-haired white woman into the courtyard. She also paid attention to him. It was strange and funny at the same time, but recently the faces of the men whom she met on the street have not been preserved in her memory - her gaze constantly lingered where the gaze of a respectable woman should not linger. And now, passing a young man, she looked appraisingly at the large bulge under his light trousers. She was involuntarily embarrassed when he caught that glance.

After completing the maneuver, the car braked sharply and stopped in front of the familiar wash site. The picture that appeared before Mary's eyes made her forget about the Nigerian who remained behind her. Joseph smiled amiably and walked towards her - without any hesitation showing off his light blue swimming trunks, which were helpless to hide this giant bull tool. Frozen from surprise, Mary could not take her eyes off the shamelessly displayed phallus and these two balls, which were clearly cramped under the thin polyester. Moreover, she tried to drive away from her mind the very idea that a thick black fold, escaping beyond the borders of swimming trunks, is nothing more than the scrotum of this bull. She was confused and sat in the car, not daring to go out to meet this black male. And it seems that this indecision only complicated her situation.

"Hello, Mom," Joseph went to the car and opened the door. "I have already begun to worry that I cannot do pleasantly for a very beautiful woman. I am a good master, Mom. And I'm ready to take care of any of your cars ... Only your one word and I will not only wash it, but also lick it."

He stood nearby and was completely not going to step aside and give her the opportunity to get out of the car. The coming pause only emphasized the ambiguity of his words and the absurdity of this situation. And circumstances demanded an interruption of this pause. Therefore, the best way out was to demonstrate that his words and her words of gratitude were perceived as a joke.

Trying not to touch his body, Mary leaned on the steering wheel, but when her foot touched the ground, Joseph's palm rested on her forearm and helped the woman up. As if in slow motion pictures of a movie, these blue swimming trunks, this huge black cock with its huge eggs, and this muscular chest on which she examined drops of sweat swam before her eyes. A hot wave swept through her body - she was not mistaken. Not a fold of skin rolled out beyond the borders of the swimming trunks, it was part of the scrotum of a strong stallion. Small rings of hard black hair covered this animal scrotum. And she smelled that smell, the smell of Joseph, the smell of the beast.

A sharp spasm hit the bottom of her abdomen, and slipping out of these random embraces, Mary quickly went to the porch of the house where she had already met Ail. A thick blush spread across her face, married woman understood too well the cause of this spasm .

...Having gone inside the house, both Ail and Mary ended up in the living room, where the sounds of the working air conditioners did not break the sultry silence of today. Ail complained to Mary about the malfunction of the equipment, but he reassured the guest that Joseph would correct the defect when the courier brought in a new electronic unit. With cold orange juice on the table, both sat in comfortable chairs. The beginning of their conversation took place against the backdrop of a news exchange, where Mary talked about today's incident with her husband and about her daughter's problems. Speaking about the latter, they agreed that the daughter must make decisions on her own and therefore her upcoming visit to the doctor will be useful in all respects. No one remembered their adventures on the ocean, but their views on each other were very eloquent.

Nevertheless, but the sun showed its character and the temperature inside the house did not promise to please with coolness. The red-haired guest, with her politeness, did not focus attention on this circumstance, however, the situation was not heading in the best direction for comfortable communication. In other words, events developed exactly as Ail wanted when he turned off all air conditioners. But only when Mary's blouse frankly darkened with sweat circles in her armpits, and drops of sweat matured more and more on her upper lip, Farmer begin to realize his plan for today.

The first proposal to undress and go to the balcony where they can take a sunbath was not accepted. And only after repeated persuasion, Mary agreed to go up to the second floor and with her own eyes see this resting place. Peering carefully out the door, she was pleasantly surprised that the balcony was indeed a secluded place. A high and continuous fence reliably hid the inhabitants of the balcony from prying eyes. Just approaching close to the wide railing, a courtyard opened before her eyes, where Joseph was washing her car at that time. Taking a step back, she became invisible to prying eyes. And only a glass panel with a mirror coating allowed her to continue to monitor the territory of the courtyard while remaining invulnerable. After a little thought, the guest could not resist the temptation to get rid of her blouse and skirt, and at the same time change the stuffy room to the fresh breeze of this nice patio.

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Mary was lying on a deck chair and the rays of the sun played with shadows on her white body. Now there were two accomplices in the game on the balcony, where a mistake meant a terrible loss. She listened without objection to what Ail told her, and only occasionally did she express doubts. Her bra was lying on a chair, her bikini panties didn't hide her crotch at all, and Ail's palms traveled freely across her body. The shriveled berries of the nipples betrayed her excitement and her pubis trembled every time the man's fingers sank into a bush of red hair between her legs spread wide. Again and again their lips met in a hot kiss, but each time the man receded. Too much distance in age today separated a mature and passionate woman from an excited but powerless man in sex. For her, these caresses were a sweet torture from which she could not refuse. But for him, these caresses were a tool with which she would have to overcome the last barrier on the way to free sex with Joseph today. And his quiet voice mesmerized this mother and wife on her road. leading to the bed of a mating female.

"You were created for the role of the priestess of love. Your role is to receive the highest pleasure! The pleasure of being a female for males with whom she decided to mate." Ail's lips laid on her neck, while his palm once again gripped a soft bulge under a bush of red hair.

"You are ripe and exude juice that your husband cannot drink. And your uterus is waiting for a man whose phallus will touch its base. It should be a big and thick phallus - a phallus for a woman giving birth. The phallus is for a woman whose cave is too big for her husband, but very small for a strong stallion."Warm juice shamelessly flowed between the parted labia, but a wet male palm continued to stroke this spring of vice.

"Ail, have pity on me. You say scary words, and I listen to this sweet poison. I'm ready to explode, but you don't give me that chance. This is cruel of you." Mary's chest heaved in a gasping breath. Her breasts hanging to the sides swayed from their overwhelming emotions.

"Thank you for teaching me not to pay attention to the rudeness of my husband. But having sex with a stranger is beyond me. I'm a faithful wife and I can't give an example as a bad mother"...she said these words and added in silence, ...'And then, I'm too old for new adventures in my life.'

Farmer's now wet hand squeezed flesh, swollen from caresses, and suddenly all three of his fingers broke between the juicy lips of the perineum. Mary cried out from a sudden surge of pleasure that pierced her, her hips squeezed this hand and a man's voice penetrated unhindered into the depths of her consciousness.

"Do you think that this magnificent palace cannot be served by a strong and humble servant? Or maybe you think that the furrows of the stretch marks on your breasts and thighs will not inflame the lips of a hot stallion riding a magnificent mare? Maybe you doubt that your heavy maternal breasts that sway over his young face will not make the young cock inflame the female bosom? You are a caring mother and I know that you will not allow incest with your own son. But we both know that incest can not be called incest if your legs embrace the body of someone else's son. And you will do it!" In reply, he heard only her moan.

Strong hands tore Mary away from the deck chair and now she was sitting on its edge, where behind the glass panel in front of her eyes was a platform in front of the house. Her car sparkled with cleanliness, and Joseph walked along the path and watered flowers from a hose. It was obvious that he poured water over himself more than once and the thin blue swimming trunks seemed even more subtle. And now she distinctly saw this huge piece of meat, bursting within his swimming trunks and this big black scrotum, which now completely escaped from captivity. Mary turned away and closed her eyes, but Ail's hand grabbed her hair and forced her to turn her head again towards the black guy.

"Look! Black stallions are made for white mothers and wives! Only their thick phalluses can reach the bottom of the well between the legs of the mother giving birth. Only their long black cocks can caress and massage the womb of a white woman and shoot sperm into the farthest nooks and crannies of her womb! Now you see Joseph who is ready to be your slave for the right to give you the highest pleasure. Think about my words."

Mary powerlessly collapsed on a deck chair - her lips trembled and had no strength to open her eyes. On a huge white pillow, her red luxurious hair blazed with a riot of fire, and a bright blush appeared on her cheeks. Farmer looked at this white female body and his chest filled with excitement and enthusiasm, eagerness, anticipation, trepidation. He achieved his goal. Now this woman was in his hands and only his mistake could deprive him of victory. But Ail did not make mistakes in raising his white mares.

Therefore, when he bent over a deck chair, his voice lost its imperious notes and acquired a hint of complicity in her experiences.

"Imagine that you are sleeping and this is your dream. This is a dream where you are the queen in the hands of a slave who cares for his mistress. You wake up and nobody will be around. But the feeling of pleasure will remain. Am I wrong?" and he peered at her face, expecting an affirmative answer to the question in advance.

"Yes. One can dream of such a dream. No one will ever know. I don't see him, but I feel everything that he does ... and I wake up safe. It was a dream..."Without opening her eyes Mary smiled. "It is a pity that such fantasies do not exist in real life. I can't cross the line beyond which is the pleasure of debauchery."

The trap slammed shut. It remains to finish this play with a delightful ending. "Remember dear. The doors of any sin are easy to swing open like doors of pleasure, if before that you destroy the gates of shame. In other words, if you commit an act even more terrible for you, then there is sin. Think about it my dear. I'll bring a cup of fragrant tea right now. You need to calm down" - with these words, Farmer left Mary alone.

He had a few minutes at his disposal and he perfectly managed them. Quickly going down the stairs and calling Joseph, Farmer in a few words, described the stallion his tasks. The shepherd understood everything from the first words, the only thing that needed to be considered was how to appease the woman and not fall into her eyes.

While Joseph was solving this problem, Ail made tea. After a little hesitation, he measured a dose of white powder from a plastic envelope, and this drug was dissolved in one of the cups. Yes, it was a drug. It was important at this point not to make mistakes. She will drink tea as much as she needs to turn her into a pet. And she will drink tea just as much as she needs in order to recover by the time of departure. Hesitating, Ail added a little mixture of the herbs he needed into the cup and, already confident in success, returned to the balcony.

At this time, Joseph sat on a chair outside the living room door and prepared for a long wait.

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After drinking tea, Mary felt a pleasant weakness in her body. Leaving the balcony and hiding from the sun in the gloom of a darkened room, she was now sitting on the carpet near the chair in which Ail was sitting. Farmer's fingers fingered the locks of her hair and, resting her cheek on his knees, Mary enjoyed amazing sensations of lightness and peace, when intricate colored waves of beautiful patterns rolled before her closed eyes. Like a cat, she rubbed herself against Ail's knee once more and a whisper broke out from her lips: "You told me that I can free myself from the taboo if I break the gates of shame. What should I do? Should I go out naked?" A faint smile ran across her lips.

"I think you yourself will understand. No need to go out naked. It is very simple to do what you consider shameful for a respectable wife or for a mother. You will understand this when the desire to do this will free you from your doubts." With the last words, Ail's palm slipped over the shoulder of the red-haired woman and froze on her chest. The man's fingers lowered the bra cups and snow-white breasts burst out. Under the thumbs of the man, the pink nipples began to shrink rapidly and turned into hard, wrinkled olives. Ail easily pinched one of the nipples and Mary cried out in pain and pleasure at the same time.

Now she was kneeling in front of him, her luxuriously heavy breasts drooped like big ripe pears, her hands gripped Farmer's knees, her eyes met his eyes. The farmer saw her cheeks flare up with crimson, a feverish gleam of eyes betrayed a hurricane of sensations and a dumb question in his gaze - her eyelashes fell and it meant - "YES" ... Pulling her hair closer, he said only one phrase - "Shame is committed only once. Then comes freedom. Are you ready for shame?"

And she answered now a barely audible -"Yes." With a slow motion, Ail crouched in his chair, not letting go of Mary's hair, with his other hand he pulled out his flaccid white dick from under the swimming trunks and pulling the woman closer made her sit between his legs.

Colorful circles floated before Mary's eyes. Her eyes were slightly ajar but she saw nothing but this cycle of colors. Gradually, the movement of bright patterns slowed down and she began to distinguish at first the male hips, a black strip of fabric between them and then, then she clearly saw a male phallus next to her lips. But all these pictures were now out of her mind. Her gentle palm with long fingers lifted this blue-veined male cock, and a second later she laid bare her cock on her head. She saw in a dream her hand, her wedding ring on her finger and this dog's cocking head ... Yes, that's what the phallus of dogs looks like - not sharp but round, but it was the same bluish color and the same net of thin red blood vessels. The farmer pulled her hair again, she opened her mouth and dutifully let this key in to the gate of her shame. And the very second when this key penetrated this keyhole, even the shadows of a respectable mother and wife disappeared. Now, in front of the perverted old male, a submissive white whore was kneeling.