A tale of country folk.
To be honest, I hadn't been used as a slut for quite some time and placed the advert mostly out of frustration at the situation. "Tall, slim and compliant cock slut would like to meet country folk for their pleasure. W/E, shaved balls and trained for big cocks.M or M/F groups very welcome. w/e and vw/e only. No fees".
Nothing happen, still nothing. Then I got one reply.
It simply gave me the name of a village about 10 miles away and a time and place to be there the following Saturday.
The week leading up to it were a nightmare, was it a hoax, a wind up, a trap ? No matter, my need to be used saw me washed and shaved, sitting in my car in a dark carpark as the clock ticked to the allotted hour. Nothing, bollocks ! My hole had been yearning for abuse. I gave it 10 minutes and was just thinking I should go home when an old Land Rover quietly rolled into the carpark. The driver walked over, a tall, muscular man in his fifties. Dressed like a typical farmer.
"I've come to collect you and take you to the farm, get in". I meekly got out and followed him, he motioned me to get in the back and shut the door. I sat on the wheel arch in the dark as we drove off. The place smelled of dog and I could feel an old blanket on the floor. We drove for about 10 minutes before turning down a long bumpy dirt track. After we stopped, the door was opened and I stepped out into a dry and dusty farmyard. In the half light I could make out about half a dozen vehicles parked up, 4x4's, pickups but no people. "See that barn down there" I turned and looked to see one at the bottom of the yard, there were obviously lights on and voices coming from it. "Go in the little door to the side". He went in the main door as I turned the handle on mine. I heard a loud cheer as his door closed behind him and mine opened.
Nothing happen, still nothing. Then I got one reply.
It simply gave me the name of a village about 10 miles away and a time and place to be there the following Saturday.
The week leading up to it were a nightmare, was it a hoax, a wind up, a trap ? No matter, my need to be used saw me washed and shaved, sitting in my car in a dark carpark as the clock ticked to the allotted hour. Nothing, bollocks ! My hole had been yearning for abuse. I gave it 10 minutes and was just thinking I should go home when an old Land Rover quietly rolled into the carpark. The driver walked over, a tall, muscular man in his fifties. Dressed like a typical farmer.
"I've come to collect you and take you to the farm, get in". I meekly got out and followed him, he motioned me to get in the back and shut the door. I sat on the wheel arch in the dark as we drove off. The place smelled of dog and I could feel an old blanket on the floor. We drove for about 10 minutes before turning down a long bumpy dirt track. After we stopped, the door was opened and I stepped out into a dry and dusty farmyard. In the half light I could make out about half a dozen vehicles parked up, 4x4's, pickups but no people. "See that barn down there" I turned and looked to see one at the bottom of the yard, there were obviously lights on and voices coming from it. "Go in the little door to the side". He went in the main door as I turned the handle on mine. I heard a loud cheer as his door closed behind him and mine opened.
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