One More Whore Wife Bk. 02 Pt. 08

Chapter 8

Deanna: The next morning Rodney fucked me as soon as the sun rose. I was staying with him for an unheard-of second night in a row because Anna was coming over on Sunday night and Courtney would join us after her last appointment as well. I assumed I would be solo for whatever Rodney had in mind during the day, but I was not sure. While Rodney was fucking me, he had Lena lick my pussy. I have to say, the combination of Rodney's massive black cock in my vagina and Lena's expert tongue on my clit sent me into a new level of orgasms which continued for what seemed like hours. I was exhausted before breakfast.

After we ate, we all got into the car and drove for an hour into the countryside south of the city. I was somewhat relieved to be leaving the city but I wasn't exactly sure why. There were plenty of black men living out in the backwoods of southern Georgia but perhaps not quite as many as in Atlanta. I still wasn't used to the sheer quantity of blackness that seemed to be everywhere in town.

I didn't ask where we were going. Self-preservation was uppermost on my mind and sitting in the front seat next to Rodney left me too vulnerable to a sudden nipple attack or a smack on the nose if I said something inappropriate. Lena was silent for the entire ride as well, so the car was quiet. Rodney seemed to have no use for music or the radio, and he kept his thoughts to himself for most of the trip. Most, but not all.

"Have you any experience with horses?" he asked me after a full hour of silence.

"I rode a little at summer camp, is all," I said.

"They are magnificent animals. I'm thinking of buying a place of my own to breed thoroughbreds, but that's still a ways off." Rodney gestured out the window at the horse farms we were passing on both sides of the vehicle. "The sport of kings -- they call it that for good reasons."

I watched the long white fences stretch out to the horizon, surrounding impossibly green fields and huge barns and stables. I couldn't imagine what this all meant for my activities but it was obvious there was a lot of wealth tied up in the land and equipment that was on display. I decided it was time to ask how I fit into this landscape.

"You'll find out soon enough," was all Rodney would tell me.

After another hour of driving down back-country roads, Rodney turned the car into a place with a huge gate but no sign. The secluded driveway wound its way through several pastures and past a few stands of tall trees that I'm pretty sure were not native to Georgia. My anxiety about the unknown was tempered by the manicured beauty of the facility as we finally pulled up to a huge white house that stood next to a large stable and a show ring. A tall black ranch-hand was putting a gorgeous stallion through its paces in the ring. The horse and the hand seemed to be enjoying each other as much as themselves as they worked their way through the jumping course. I could have watched them for hours.

Rodney pulled up to the massive front porch that wrapped around the two-story house and honked the horn. Another ranch hand, black and good looking, just like the fellow in the show ring came out of the house to greet us. He wore a jean jacket even though it was stifling in the noon sun but seemed not to notice the heat. Rodney got out of the car quickly to greet him and they acted like long lost brothers they were so happy to see each other.

"So what do you have for me?" the ranch hand asked as Lena and I exited the vehicle. I'm sure I blushed as he looked me up and down. He ignored Lena.

"This is Deanna," Rodney said with a flourish. "Isn't she everything I said she was?" Now I was truly blushing. I'd never before heard a compliment of any sort pass Rodney's lips, and the over-the-top nature of his praise seemed a little forced to me. If I didn't know better, I'd say Rodney was trying to impress our host, although I was still unsure who he was or whether he was in charge. He didn't seem dressed to suit the owner of such a stylish facility, but no explanation was forthcoming. With little fanfare and no further conversation, we went up the stairs and into the ranch house.

I remember seeing a movie when I was a girl that was set in a house like this one, impossibly elegant in such an unlikely setting, but I can't remember the name of the movie. No matter, the interior of the house seemed like something out of Hollywood during the heyday of Western movies like my dad used to love. The furnishing and art on the wall looked completely out of place but it was all so beautiful and elegant that I almost forgot why I was there. I looked around for others but saw no one. It was an odd feeling, expecting a crowd and not finding one. I was relieved.

We walked through the house as our unnamed host pointed out pieces of art and other artifacts he'd collected and the house just seemed to go on forever. Finally, we arrived at a great room in the back with a fully stocked bar and several trays of things to eat. It looked as if a large party was going to take place but no one, not even a wait staff, was to be seen.

"Sorry we're early," Rodney said -- another first for him, an apology. Clearly, he was trying to impress our host. "I didn't want to rush things by cutting the timing too close."

"No problem at all," our host said. "I have to get changed but you can have a look around the grounds and help yourselves to something to eat if you're hungry." He left us alone in the great room.

I looked at Rodney for permission to eat. He motioned for both me and Lena to help ourselves. We filled our plates and walked to a seating area in front of a great window that overlooked the pasture behind the barn. The scene was elegant and peaceful. I was struck by how good I felt about being alive and present in the moment.

"Nice, isn't it?" Rodney asked. "Jeremiah built this place from nothing with no help from anyone. He did good." We ate in silence for a while and contemplated the fruits of our host's efforts.

The serenity of the room and the farm bolstered my courage. I asked Rodney what we were doing there, what I was going to be doing. I flinched as he shot me a withering glance but was relieved when he didn't react more forcefully.

"You are just here to observe today," he said. "You both are strictly observers. Lena, you've never been to a place like this, have you?" The girl shook her head. She was dressed for the first time since I met her a month ago, but still wore the dog collar. I wondered why she wasn't leashed.

"I'm not sure where we are," Lena said in a subdued voice, the only voice I'd ever heard her use. I wondered if she used to be more volatile, more engaged in her surroundings, not for the first time.

"This is the Stackhouse operation. Your master never mentioned Jeremiah Stackhouse?" She shook her head again. "I'm surprised; he's a pretty big deal in the trade." Rodney finished eating before he continued. "But now that I think about it, you're from the canine side of things. No reason for him to mention the equine. My mistake."

I didn't have a clue what Rodney was talking about.