The Farmhand 3

The Farmhand

When the doorbell first rang I considered ignoring it. I was sitting in the living room, out of view from the windows near the front door, and was lazily scrolling through my phone when the interruption came. It was the weekend and I wasn't interested in any interruptions, but my wife was napping upstairs and I worried that whoever was at the door would keep ringing and wake her, so with silent grumbles I stood up and headed to the front of the house.

Peeking through the peephole, I saw that there was a petite woman with long blonde hair standing on the front step. She was wearing a flowery sundress and looking down the driveway, slowly twisting her hips back and forth so that her dress was gently flapping around her narrow waist.

Seeing that she was distracted, I took the chance to look at her a bit longer. Even fisheyed through the peephole, I could appreciate the low cut of the sundress revealing her small, perky breasts. She was clearly skinny beneath that floating dress, but there was a hint of her narrow hips pressing against its sides. More than those hips, however, my first thought was how much I wanted to play with those twin blonde pigtails and use them to guide her pretty face wherever I saw fit.

I only allowed myself a few seconds of such vulgar thoughts, knowing that if I waited too long she would either ring the doorbell again or somehow notice me eyeing her up from the other side of the peephole.

Despite my valuing the sight of her on my doorstep, when I opened the door I was preparing every possible reason to turn the woman away, assuming she was selling religion, windows, or something I considered equally unnecessary in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. At the time, I couldn't imagine any better reason for her to have shown up the way she had.

Of course, no imagination, no matter how broad and colorful, could have honestly predicted the truth.

"Hello," I said cordially as I opened the door.

"Hi!" the woman said in brightly chipper tones, one hand raised to wave to me standing right in front of her. "Are you Mr. Campbell?"

"I am," I said, considering whether her knowing my name was a good sign or a bad one. "And you are?"

"My name's Emily. Your wife actually hired me."

"Oh? I didn't know, sorry. What for?" I looked around the porch for some indication of what sort of work she might be doing, and saw that there was a small suitcase tucked next to the front door.

"Well Mrs. Campbell said you were having trouble with the idea of getting her pregnant. She thought that I could help you get past that trouble." Emily smiled widely and nodded for emphasis as she finished her explanation.

Which, for me, was a horribly insufficient explanation. "Excuse me?"

"I know it must be very confusing," she said, reaching out and resting her hand on my arm. My first thought was that I should back away, but I was too thrown off by what she had just said to react to anything else. "Basically, your wife realized that sometimes when animals have to breed, they need a farmhand to help make it happen. I'm here to be a farmhand to make sure you breed your wife."

"'Breed my wife?' 'Farmhand?' Are you crazy?"

I was about to keep going on with my shocked response, but Emily started rubbing my arm with her small, gentle hand. "I know this is very surprising on top of being confusing. It's

meant

to be a surprise though. Your wife thought you would very much like me as a surprise."

"You expect me to

believe

this?" I asked, finally backing away from her hand. It had ended up at my wrist where I was holding the door open. "How old even are you?"

Emily smiled beneath her wide, brown eyes and said, "Old enough, Mr. Campbell. More importantly, skilled enough that your wife thought I could be of some...

use

to you...."

"No, this is crazy, I'm sorry," I said in a stumbling hurry. I was getting ready to shut the door on her, but once I pulled my wrist out from under her hand she used it to hold the door open.

Leaning forward, speaking in a quieter, conspiratorial voice, Emily whispered, "Look, we didn't think you'd believe me, but there's more to the surprise. Come on, let's go upstairs. I promise you, she's tied up in a position for you to pump your cum into her, and she's given me permission to help prepare you to do it. If she's actually napping up there, you can make me leave. I'm small, and if you want to look for weapons or anything before you let me into the house you can, but I'm not worried. I know the plan just fine."

Obviously I was sure she was crazy. Absolutely insane. But I was also sure that if she

wasn't

crazy and I had passed up this opportunity, I would never forgive myself. She wasn't wrong about being small - the top of her head only come up to my chin - and while there were a few places where the sundress hung loosely on her, it was cut low up top, cut high on the bottom, and cut tight on the sides enough that there were only a few places left to the imagination where she could be hiding any sort of weapon.

Just go in, say "Honey, this young woman says you called her here to do some ridiculous job and she won't leave. Can you explain to her she's either made a mistake or she is crazy? Thanks. Get back to your nap, I'll see her out."

Perfect.

"Fine. Fine, sure, let's go upstairs and get this over with," I said, stepping aside and letting Emily in. She grabbed her suitcase and set it next to the front door as I closed it behind her.

I tried to move past her to lead her upstairs, but she said, "Don't worry, I know where I'm going" and headed straight up towards the second floor.

She moved fast enough to get up far enough ahead of me on the stairs that in just a couple of seconds that short sundress revealed even more of her slim but toned thighs as she led me towards my own bedroom. It was probably more my imagination than anything that saw the curves of her buttcheeks showing in those shadows, but the imagining was enough.

Don't get your hopes up, man,

I reminded myself as she rounded the corner, urging my penis to stay pragmatically flaccid as I hurried to follow her so my wife wouldn't wake up to find some strange woman just wandering through our house.

She's going to end up being crazy or a conwoman or something. Just get Liz to say no, get her out of here, and just think about what she was offering next time you and Liz are fucking.

Without any hesitation Emily walked directly up to my bedroom door. I lurched after her as she grabbed the doorknob and started to enter my bedroom without any preamble.

I started to hiss, "What are you doing?" but only got as far as "What?" which by itself was almost exactly what I would have said once I had gotten a glimpse in the bedroom anyway.

The lights were dim in the bedroom, but there was enough light for me to see Liz. She was in bed, but if she was napping it was not in a comfortable position. I could never imagine napping the way she was positioned, with her face buried in a pillow, her ass in the air with her ankles tied to the bed posts, her arms stretched out towards the sides of the bed and with her wrists tied in place, a ball gag across her mouth, and a vibrator strapped between her legs and humming along with a sense of urgency.

Any doubts I might have had about her being awake were flung away when I heard moaning rising from the head of the bed. Liz's legs were twitching, and as I watched her pussy grew visibly wetter before my eyes, the fruits of her excitement running down onto the vibrator and dripping between her legs as I heard the familiar sounds of her orgasm distorted through the muzzle.

"See?" Emily said, turning and gesturing towards my wife like a gameshow presenter. "Do you believe me now?"

Oh fuck.

I didn't say anything, sliding past Emily and into my bedroom, walking around the side of the bed. The muzzle lashed across my wife's face was actually a firm rubber ring that held her mouth open. She was drooling on the bed, her face wet with it, but she did not seem to care. Particularly as the whine of the vibrator between her legs suddenly escalated; she'd been looking at me when I walked around the bed, but now her eyes rolled up in her head, and her pleasured sounds came back in full force, her body starting to shake again as another round jolted her body.

I looked up at Emily, still unsure what to say, but decided to say nothing when I saw that the younger woman had a remote control in her hands pointed at the vibrator that was still pleasuring my wife even as she came down from her second orgasm just since the door had opened on this fantastical scene.

"Do you believe me now?" Emily asked with a smile, teasingly resting the vibrator's remote control against her lower lip.

"I-I guess I have to at this point," I said, briefly looking down at my wife again. "You're here to help me... to...."

"I'm here to help a bitch get bred by a reluctant stud," Emily said sweetly, sauntering into the room. "When there's a stud who's not ready to breed, sometimes you need a skilled farmhand to get the process started."

As Emily got closer, I started to ask, "How is this even happening?" I only got through the first word again before the petite blonde reached me and grabbed the stiffening secret I'd managed to keep tucked privately away in my pants up until that moment, immediately silencing my voice and tightening my pants even further in the process.

"The first thing I'm going to have to do is stop all these

questions

," Emily said, squeezing me as I grew firmer between her fingers. "You're meant to be a bull, and if you can show me one bull who paused to question

how

he got the hot pussy in front of him we'd never get any meat or milk, would we?"

She kept eye contact with me as she found my zipper and slowly opened my pants. "So tell me, Mr. Campbell;" her hand reached into my pants and her lithe fingers slipped their way through my boxers as she continued, "Are you going to ask questions;" my face flushed hot as she pulled my cock out and began gently stroking it only a couple of feet from my wife's watching eyes; "or are you going to be her bull?"

I looked down at Liz and her eyes were turned up towards me, not angry, not sad, but a combination of a doped post-orgasm high and a burning hope, and I understood that the hope was not that I would stoically turn this invading nubile woman away like I would have expected, but rather that I would take this stroking blonde stranger's shocking advice.

I let out a sighing grunt, and I just caught with my rolling eyes a slight widening of the grin on Emily's face. Apparently, my little farmhand recognized readiness when she saw it: that sound seemed to signal her to unbutton my pants, shove them and my underwear down to my feet, and lift my shirt over my head in preparation for her work to truly commence.

My clothes on the floor, Emily got back to jerking me with one hand, slower now, while she massaged my balls with her other, her trained hands immediately sending my head spinning. I groaned again, swaying on my feet and reaching out to balance myself on her narrow shoulder. She slid closer to me, the fabric of her dress brushing against my bulging tip. I felt the slick wetness of my precum sliding across it as she milked it out of me.

Running her thumb back and forth across that lubricating excitement as she lifted my erection upright to point towards her face, Emily said, "Hmm, good, good, look at that." She slid to her knees, shifting her hands to keep them in place as she brought her face down to my cock's level. Short as she was, once she was down on the floor in front of me I could hardly reach down to her shoulder without bending over, and instead rested my hand on the back of her head.

I held my fingers in her hair as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across my precum a few times. "Hmm,

taste

that. Good, healthy tasting stuff." I chuckled a little, but before I could stop my laugh she squeezed my balls, just beyond comfort and just shy of painful, but she never stopped jerking my cock as she did it. "This is very serious, Bull. If you want me to take your cock seriously, you take

my

work seriously. Got it?"

I nodded in a small amount of shock, but not enough shock to keep me from wobbling on my feet again as she got back to treating my balls with the gentler side of her expert care.

As she got back to her serious work, I heard my wife grunt beside us and got nervous that maybe the tides had turned against this experience. When I turned fearfully to look at Liz, however, she was wiggling her butt back and forth within the limits of her ties.

"Bitch is in heat," Emily said, her eyes following Liz's ass. "Better get her ready."

Before she got up, Emily turned back to my cock, letting it go so she could swallow the whole thing in one quick motion. Her tongue slid around on its underside, and with her hand still massaging my balls I wanted, so badly, to unload in her mouth before anything else could go wrong.

But, remembering the brief punishment I'd gotten just for chuckling, my balls clenched and held back even as her hot, dribbling mouth tested my perseverance.

Then I was out of her mouth, her saliva dripping onto our hardwood floor as she let me go and stood up in front of me again. "Stay," was all she said, gently tapping the tip of my penis with her finger as she turned and headed towards the foot of my bed. I leaned against the nightstand behind me as Emily climbed onto the bed and knelt behind my wife.

From my angle I could see her wrist rising from between Liz's cheeks as her fingers disappeared into Liz's pussy. Liz responded with an immediate deep, shaky moan, but I saw a second later that this response was in no small part due to Emily pulling the remote out again and intensifying the vibrations that had been meandering along at a low hum while Liz had been jerking me off. Now with Emily's fingers inside her, the vibrations were clearly having an even bigger impact. I don't know how many orgasms Liz had had while I was reading downstairs, how many Emily might have remotely triggered, but even after the few I'd seen since walking into the room Liz was sent over the edge into another in a few writhing, pumping, humming, moaning moments.

Emily slowed the vibrations down again, keeping her fingers inside Liz when she said, "I'd say she's ready for you now."

I looked down at Liz, but her eyes were closed as she panted into our drool-soaked sheets.

I looked up at Emily, whose eyes were wide open and staring intently, expectantly at me.

I looked at Emily's fingers, dripping wet as she pulled them out of my wife.

The walk around the bed was a hazy dream. I don't remember getting onto the bed. The next thing I remember is looking down and seeing Emily's slick fingers as they reached around me and wrapped around me, jerking me briefly with my precum-brightened tip pointed straight at Liz's pussy, noticing suddenly that somewhere along the way she had shaved it, so that there was nothing keeping me from seeing how absolutely dripping wet she was.

How long was she planning this?

I briefly thought, my last cogent thought before Liz jerked me hard, pulling me forward so I slipped right against that pool of sexual readiness, diving beneath the surface, tumbling in so that I was suddenly on all fours, bent over Liz's back, all the way in, feeling her heat rising beneath me, feeling the excitement as she squeezed her body against me, around me, for me, while a gentle vibration continued to shake the place where our bodies met.

I shuddered, biting my lip, holding onto that moment. I knew what I wanted, I knew what my body would do, I knew where this was about to head, but I wanted to hold that moment first, before it all went racing forward. I looked down at Liz, head turned sideways on the bed, her dark hair a mess, her face contented even bound and buried in our mattress such as it was. As I looked at her, Liz's eyes opened slowly. Those eyes turned slightly to look at me hovering over her back, and she gave me a tired smile around the plastic ring filling her mouth.

My beautiful wife, there on our marital bed, smiling at me as I filled her with the symbol of all my love and lust for her, smiling at me, wanting me to fulfill our marriage and bring new life into our shared world.

I smiled back.

Emily's slim body, naked, warm, smooth, tight, pressed against my side. Her hand slid up my inner thigh and found my balls, her long fingers wrapping around them and tugging down on them gently. Leaning her lithe body up my back, she pressed her lips next to my ear and breathing heat straight into my head whispered, "Breed my bitch you fucking animal."

If I hadn't believed I could be the Bull before, I did right at that moment.

On all fours, with this stranger's body pressing against my back, weighing me down and holding me in that position, with her one hand trying to coax my cum out even faster, with the other gripping my wife's hip and pulling it back against me, with my wife tied facedown-ass-up to our bed, with a vibrator pulsing against her clit, with her pussy wetter than I could ever remember feeling it, with my cock harder than I could ever have expected it, I became the Bull.

The only movement I could make was in and out of my Bitch's cunt, feeding it every inch of me, forcing it in as powerfully as I could with each stroke so that the bed shook with every thrust. The Farmhand held on to both of us through every pounding motion, her skilled fingers never slowing in milking my jizz-filled sack. My Bitch's moans grew louder with every greedy insertion, eyes steadily rolling farther and farther back into her head. The Farmhand wasn't holding onto her hip anymore but had reached past me to hold onto the Bitch's neck, tugging her whole body back against me every time I pushed forward.

The Bitch wasn't just moaning with pleasure now, she was screaming with it, her body pushed to its sexual limit, her brain lost beneath the rush of immeasurable hormones, sensations, and needs as I plowed my way into her fertile body. I watched her eyes disappear, pure white, drool splattering from her mouth as her pussy quivered against me, her body shaking, her whole

body

screaming now as she became overwhelmed once more.

My sounds, animalistic grunts from the beginning, became shouts. I was incomprehensible, I was the Bull, I was a beast tricked into believing all I was doing was taking what

I

wanted, using the Bitch's body to satisfy

my

basest urges. My body was squeezing now, slick with sweat everywhere except where I was soaked with the juices made to pull me into the sexual madness that was crashing our headboard against the wall and straining my Bitch's body against the straps that held her down for me. Distantly I recognized the skin of her hands was turning darker as the straps pulled tighter, but it was too late to care and that distant part of me understood that the strain wouldn't be there much longer.

My shouts became louder and faster as my thrusting sped up, the Bitch's body bouncing with every push, her eyes open now and looking at me desperately. Desperate for my cum or desperate for more orgasms, I wasn't sure, but I knew it wasn't desperate for me to stop. She had hold of the straps and was using them to shove herself back against me, pounding her pussy back against my body, and still the Farmhand held on, hand squeezing just right, and in an unimaginable instant I screamed as the first pulse shot out of me and deep into the Bitch's womb.

The Farmhand's motions changed but didn't stop, and when the second burst shot out of me it felt bigger than the first one, feeling like a cannon blast as it exploded straight out of me and straight into the moaning mare beneath me.