Farmer Pt. 01

Few words.

He loved being called the Farmer. Today, no one remembers why this nickname became his second name. And only Ail knew why and how it is connected with his inner world, which was hidden from prying eyes and beyond whose borders he did not let anyone in.

Ayl slowly released from the clothes, shirt and shorts fell to the floor and a completely naked man came close to the mirror. In front of the mirror was an elderly man of thin build whose chest and stomach were generously covered with rings of gray hair. Wrinkled hands lay on the chest and then sank down limply along the body. The sunken abdomen and small buttocks above thin legs mercilessly testified to the years lived, but, oddly enough, it did not look like an epigraph to the past.

But it was not the body of an old man, whose white skin did not often meet the sun's rays, that was evident. In front of the mirror was a man, whose long phallus hung wearily in the crevice of the legs... The scrotum, which hangs under the weight of balls, demonstrated eggs, which for many years had time to fill many female bodies with sperm. Large veins and spots of pigment spots on this white phallus contrasted with a pink head, which shamelessly adorned this long hose. In front of the mirror was not an old man. In front of the mirror was a gray-haired stallion, and in this picture there were no colors of sunset and longing. The devil was reflected in the mirror... the devil of debauchery... The devil of an animal lust and the devil of intoxicating perversions...

"Yes, I am a Farmer," said Ayl to his reflection in the mirror, and these words seemed frozen in the silence of an empty house.

- Yes, I love to graze my flock and I like obedient pets - his lips whispered, - But I love naughty pets too. I love to find them, train them and I know how to do it...

Eila's fingers wrapped around a sagging phallus and he began to massage the pink top of this weary snake. "Farmer, it's time to count our flock," Ayl said and winked at the mirror...

Sitting in a chair completely naked, the Farmer flipped through a thick notebook and sipped his favorite hot coffee. Notebook pages were littered with incomprehensible icons and rosa-blanca.ru, but each page began with a female name, and photographs were inserted between the pages. Ayl enjoyed the taste of coffee and pondered...

At this time, the door creaked and a huge dog squeezed into the room, followed by the second. Black Cane Corso and Rottweiler hesitated at the door, but then ran to the owner. In surprise, Farmer dropped his notebook, and the photos scattered on the floor. One of the dogs ran up to the chair, and while Ayl was collecting the pictures, she began to sniff them. Ayl laughed and patted the dog on the neck joked - My friend, do you choose a bitch? Although... - Ayl's eyes narrowed and he said - But you're right, this is a good idea my friend... This is a good idea if you work with a female's ass... Good idea...

A few minutes later, the notebook lay on the table and Ayl went for a second cup of coffee. On the opened page was written the name of the woman...

Part 1. Redhead Mary appears on the horizon.

He first met this woman a year ago when he was waiting for his car in the lobby of a car wash. Mary was very angry at the slow manager. Her break ended and she was late for work. She waited a long time while her car was placed in the camera, then the worker searched for a long time for the toner to match the color of the decorative lining on the bumper, and now she ended up talking in a raised voice. In such a situation it was impossible not to pay attention to her. And Ayl tried to calm her down. He was not the first to use the services of this car wash, he knew all the shortcomings of the washing station, and therefore he friendlyly recommended her to warn the staff about the visit and he cheered everyone in the lobby with a couple of witty jokes. Later this fleeting meeting received an unexpected continuation and the day came when Mary's photo appeared in Ayl's notebook.

That morning, Ayl changed his habits and ended up at a cafe near the house just for lunch. The tables were occupied by visitors, but near the door he noticed a free place, where a thin woman in a blue dress sat with his back to him. That's why he approached her and asked for permission, - he sat down on the opposite chair. He only spread his hands when he recognized the client of a car wash in her. She recognized him too and both laughed. It was natural that word by word they met and later finished their lunch almost simultaneously.

Now Ayl knew that her name was Mary, that she and her husband had changed their area of residence, she recently started working in the office of the insurance company near the public garden around the corner, that her husband's work is constantly connected with long-distance travels and therefore all the worries in their house lay on her shoulders. And if we take into account that she has four children, she must always be in a hurry and often late. From what was said it was obvious that her behavior and character recommended her as a caring mother and wife. But at the same time, her manner of speaking quickly - testified to the emotional character. It was necessary to recognize that this red-haired ma'am was a very pleasant companion.

Subsequent events have confirmed that it is not by chance that after two or three days Ayl refused from the usual breakfast and went to lunch. As a pensioner, he had enough free time, and something pushed him to continue the conversation. It was then that he realized that the instinct was pushing him to do it, the predator instinct which sensed potential prey. Their frequent meetings became a tradition, and their conversations became more and more relaxed and free.

One day, when Mary had some free time, she got into Ayl's car and they looked at the local sights. It is not surprising that a woman later surrendered under his insistent requests and he drove her to the deserted sandy shore of the ocean. It was a beautiful place where she admired the picture of the surf that crashed against the coastal reefs. She really enjoyed this trip and she did not regret that she concealed three hours of her time from her husband, and which were taken from her family.

He did not ask her how old she was. But he knew that her eldest son was married and presented her with a granddaughter. Daughters was 19 years old and she began working in a bank. As for the rest of the children, they attended school. The boy was 15 years old, and the girl was 13. Husband Mary worked as a traveling salesman and lately he has rarely been at home. It was obvious that as a mother and wife, Mary does everything for comfort and well-being in the family. But as Ayl understood, this could not be said about her husband.

This woman woke up Ayl's undisguised interest in her, an interest that ignited his desire to get from this respectable wife and mother much more than meeting at lunch. But it was a situation when it is stupid to speed things up. Bitter poison scares off a potential victim, but if the poison is sweet and has a pleasant aroma - there is no salvation... The farmer knew this very well, there were poisons for every taste in his collection.

Mary could never be called beauty queen. No, at first glance, she was one of thousands of women in the crowd. But Ayl's eyes unmistakably found in her what was not noticed by others. In appearance she could have been given 45-50 years, but this was the case when a gourmet could appreciate the preserved freshness of fruit. Freckles on white skin did not spoil the appearance, moreover, red hair and brown eyes perfectly cohabited with these spots on the cheeks. A disproportionately long cut of the mouth made the eyes stop on those juicy pink lips that neglected lipstick and leveled off the first wrinkles.

With the growth of 5'3-5'4, Mary's figure did not attract casual attention either. Her breasts hid under clothes and only small mounds stretched thin fabric. The hips were not wide, and the waist was not the waist of a wasp. But every time Ayl approached the cafe table, his eyes dived under the neckline of her blouse.

Yes, these were sluggish and sagging breasts of not once a pregnant woman who fed not one child with milk. But the cups of her bra were filled to the brim, and her breasts, like long petals of lilies, flowed down into the bra cups, where they were blurred with snow-white and defenseless weight. Few people know that in such a situation, external small dimensions can only be an illusion. It was the bosom of a generous mother. These were breasts that can hold more than one glass of milk for those who want to satisfy their hunger from her nipples. Her legs were muscular and did not differ grace and her hips were not wide. But when she bent down and lowered the tray with lunch, - he saw in front of him those little round buttocks, this round and sexy ass of the female.

As among the beasts... He saw the strong ass of the predator when the beast is rapidly running towards the goal, but on the other hand it was the croup of a young mare who would shudder submissively under a strong stallion. It was a little ass that could be sweet, and at the same time it was a bitch ass, which can be prey for a strong beast. And these white breasts concealed many surprises, too... It was the saggy breasts of this mature woman that gave birth to fantasies of vice. Fantasies, where she held her palms with heavy breasts filled with milk, and large white drops dripped from the nipple...

Yes, the years have not spared Farmer. His long cock was not often and not for a long time could be tough as the scepter of the sovereign. Yes, this cock was getting tight in his palms when Ayl was masturbating. Yes, sticky sperm from his balls splashed out and flowed on the phallus when he played with himself. But today it was not important. He was a farmer in his plans and desires. And for these plans and desires, he had a special reason to get pleasure.

It was for the sake of receiving pleasure that Ayl had and replenished his flock. In this herd there were not only submissive white mares and heifers, but also black strong stallions with several bulls. In farmer's plans were to have one or two shepherds with their Latino girls, but this should be later. The main thing was that only Farmer controlled his herd and only Farmer trained his pets, who turned out to be in this herd. And only Farmer's dogs could be the guards of this herd, and only these guards were the Farmer sometimes allowed to frolic in the crowd of chosen victims.

The farmer liked to look at Mary's body and inhale the smell of her perfume, but he was careful, he waited for a signal for himself in her actions and in this he could be patient... He chose a special poison for her. Day after day and drop by drop she took this potion from his words and compliments. Very quickly, his insinuating voice entered her daily life... She did not even notice when the situation changed, and she was like an antelope — she did not hear a jaguar approaching her in the rustling grass...

For too long she did not dare to do it that day, but nevertheless she went to the phone and hesitantly dialed his number... He picked up the phone after four beeps, and those seconds seemed like an eternity to her. On that day, she again quarreled with her husband and her voice was interrupted when she asked about plans for lunch for today. Of course, he immediately promised to meet her.

And when she put the phone down, Farmer distinctly heard a disconnect click on the line. For him it was not a click, for him it was a blow of the gong, which he had been patiently waiting for the third month...

Needless to say, that Ayl constantly looked at his watch. Looks like this Friday gave him hope for success. He arrived at the cafe in advance and took a table in the corner of the hall where gorgeous flowers could protect them from prying eyes. But when Mary came, Farmer got really excited. Her face was pale, her eyes were suspiciously bright, and she was clearly nervous.

As it turned out later, the reason was her quarrel with her husband. He did not help her with household chores, and when she reproached him with disrespect for her, this scoundrel only shouted at her, after which he spent the whole evening lying near the TV and drinking his whiskey. It is not necessary to clarify - in what condition the spouse came to the bedroom.

There were tears in Mary's eyes and Ayl tried unsuccessfully to calm her down.

- "Tell me, how can I help you?" - He asked again and again. But in response, Mary only shook her head.

And only when it was time to return to the office, lite shadow run across Mary's face and she smiled at the thought...

- "Ayl, dear. I am ashamed to cause you problems. But maybe you can go with me to the ocean tomorrow. I want to visit this wonderful place where we were last time. I think that I can calm down there. " - her eyes reflected embarrassment and request.

- "Of course you are right. I do not understand how I myself did not guess to offer you this. How do you plan our trip? "- now everything depended of her decision.

Mary shrugged her shoulders and after a minute of silence she suggested the option that suited both.

- "There are two weekends ahead. Tomorrow morning, my husband takes the children and they go to my parents. This is a long trip and after yesterday's incident I will stay at home. From parents, they return on Sunday not earlier than late at night. Therefore, it is good if tomorrow we plan a morning trip "- and this was a good option.

They decided that Mary would leave her car in his garage and they would drive to the ocean at his van.