Emasculated by e-bike

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Disclaimer: This is a fictional story, none of the character details are real. Each character is over 18 yrs of age and are engaging consensually.

This is a refresh of "Blowjobs by bicycle".

In this new version, Mike has moved across town into a more rural setting. This requires him to cover more distance via e-bike to meet his tops. It is once again summertime in Mike's neck of the woods. The warm temperatures are driving Mike's libido to unusual heights.

Fortunately, his town in the suburbs has spent significantly to convert old rail lines to an extensive set of bike trails that run through a variety of woods, plains, and lake lands.

Mike's wife is gone during the day and Mike works from his home office as a software sales rep. His flexible schedule allows him to take excursions on his e-bike during his lunch hour which he usually extends to a couple hours.

We catch up with Mike as he browses his favorite hookup site to see if he can find anyone exciting available to satisfy his carnal urges.

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At Work on Monday Morning

"I hate Mondays," I muttered to himself.

I sat at my desk peering into Salesforce on my computer and taking a sip of lukewarm coffee that I had poured an hour ago. It was a little after 10 A. M. and I had just finished a zoom meeting with an existing customer. My wife, Ann, worked commercial real estate. She was typically away from home between 8 A. M. and 5:30 P. M.

I had a standing pipeline call with my direct reports scheduled at 11 A. M. I dreaded reviewing the pipelines of each of my reps in detail, but if I didn't get it done, I wouldn't make my number which would impact my quarterly commission check. I looked out the window at the clear blue sky and daydreamed about sitting by the lake rather than grinding away at my desk.

Summer had finally arrived, and the temps were peaking in the low nineties with high humidity. Hot, humid weather made Mike very horny. In recent years, Ann's interest in sex had waned, leaving me sexually frustrated. As a result, my mind started generating fantasies that revolved around taboo activities that I could never discuss with anyone.

I viewed myself as masculine and straight. But, when I was super aroused, my mind would generate fantasies involving other men. When that happened, I would often turn to my favorite internet personals site where people posted messages describing what they wanted someone to do for them or what they wanted to do for someone else. I had an hour to kill before my pipeline call, so I decided to fire up an anonymous browser proxy to avoid corporate detection and head over to my favorite internet hookup site.

When I opened the site, I was impressed by the number of new entries I found. Not surprisingly, the site was dominated by men seeking other men. There were a few women posting on the site, but they were in their twenties. I figured that not many twenty-year-olds would have sex with a guy in his late forties, so I focused on "Men seeking Men".

I was in good shape; six feet four inches tall, and 195 pounds with a full head of hair and an athletic build. I had stayed in shape, but even so, Ann's libido had dropped significantly leaving me with a severe case of blue balls. I started reading the ads and felt my cock start to jump in my golf shorts (dressing casually was a perk of working from home).

Mike Browses the Hookup Site

It always amazed me how many guys there were about my age looking for sex with other guys. I lived in the suburbs of a city with about four million people and there seemed to always be at least one hundred posts by men in and around the city. I had recently moved further west into a more rural suburb, but even then, there were dozens of men within 10 miles who were looking for sex.

I started reading through the subject lines for something that piqued my interest. About halfway down the page, the following title caught my eye:

Hung Farmer Looking for Regular Bottom

I clicked on the link to open the body of the message. It read:

60-year-old farm owner looking for a regular bottom who likes to please. Hosting during the day. Got a big ole uncut cock for a boy who knows what he's doing. Meeting a couple times a week would be ideal. Be clean, sane, and younger.

As I read the message, my cock was already getting hard. I had been watching a lot of gay porn lately, but I had never acted on my gay fantasies. The thought of "pleasing" a 60-year-old hung farmer rung a lot of bells in my head and got me pretty turned on.

I decided to respond to his message just for kicks and see what happened. I had an hour before my pipeline call and thought this might be a nice distraction from the Monday grind.

I typed in my response:

Hi, I'm 45 yrs old, 6'4", 195#, disease free, sane and professional. I'm masculine, but I have fantasized a lot about man-on-man sex. I would love a chance to learn how to please a man if you are willing to teach me. I can be available day times and could come to you with a little planning. Hope to hear from you soon.

My hands were shaking with excitement as I proof-read my response and then hit "SEND".

I chuckled under my breath thinking I would never hear back and went back to reading some of the other posts. After reading a few more posts, I heard the familiar "ding" associated with a new email.

An Email Reply Sets Things in Motion

I opened my clandestine email account that I used when fooling around on hookup sites and found a reply from the hung farmer:

Are you available today? It's been a while for me and I need someone to empty my big balls. I've attached a few photos and would like you to do the same. I'm available any time today if you want to stop by and interview to be my regular.

I opened the attachment and found two images. The first was a full frontal of a barrel-chested man with an otherwise lean build whose cock hung halfway down his thigh. His body and chest were hairy and rugged looking. His arms and hands showed the signs of years of manual labor. They were sinewy and strong looking.

The second picture was a close up of the farmers big cock. It was long and veiny with wrinkled skin showing his age. The head of his cock was covered with foreskin that hung well past the tip. His big balls hung below his cock prominently. I heard myself gasp as I looked at the photo. My cock jumped as did my heart rate.

"Holy fuck," I mumbled to myself as I looked at the creature with which I was corresponding.

I grabbed my phone and jumped up from my desk as if in a trance. I went into our powder room and disrobed. I used the bathroom mirror to take a naked picture from the back and then worked my six in cock into a full erection and took a photo of that as well. I returned to my desk and hit the "REPLY" button. Then I typed in the following message:

Wow! You are quite a specimen. I am very interested in auditioning to be your regular. I've attached a few photos per your request to make sure I meet your initial physical requirements. Let me know if I do. If so, I am available today, after noon.

I attached the two photos I had just taken to the email and proofed my response a few times. I couldn't believe how submissive my response already sounded. That was not like me. I couldn't understand why I was so anxious to be accepted by this man. He was just a farmer, and I was acting as if I was applying for my dream job.

My hands were still shaking as I hit "SEND". My pipeline call was scheduled to start in 40 minutes and would last an hour. When it ended at noon, my calendar was open for the rest of the day, meaning I could theoretically meet the farmer. In my mind, this was still a fantasy, but I was quickly getting aroused thinking about it coming true.

A few minutes passed and I once again heard the "ding" of a new email alert. I quickly opened the reply from my new farmer friend:

Thank you for the pics. I like that ass of yours, your cock is small, but I have no use for that anyway. If you take instruction well, you might be a good fit for me. Why don't you stop over at 1 P. M. today for an interview. If things go well, maybe we can make this a regular thing. My farm is out past route 39 on Dell Road, number 121. You can't miss it; I have fifteen hundred acres. Stop up to the house, my name is Lester.

I quickly went to google maps and entered the address Lester had given me to see if there was indeed a farm there. Sure enough, there was a farm there and it was huge. It took up the entire section of land between four county roads. The farm was located about 11 miles west of my house in an even more rural area than where I lived. Like most farms the house was located about 100 yards off one of the country roads and the barns and silos were further back on the property.

Lester's farm was surrounded by other farms in a vast patchwork of farmland that was about 50 miles west of downtown. Looking at the map, I realized that I could ride the trails on my e-bike, and then take a few county roads to get there. I had just purchased a high-performance e-bike that could average thirty-three miles per hour for over fifty miles on a single charge. It was a class 3 e-bike, meaning I was required by law to wear a helmet because of the speed. I figured it would take me about thirty minutes to get from my place to Lester's farm.

"Jesus, you're not actually thinking of meeting this guy, are you?" the voice in my head shouted, "You have a pipeline call in 10 minutes, you need to get your head back in the game and stop fucking around."

My voice of reason was dead right. This guy could be a psychopath, who knows what could happen in such a remote location. For all I know, I could end up fertilizing next year's soybeans after he murdered me and buried me with his tractor.

But as hard as I tried, I couldn't get the fantasy out of my mind. I opened Lester's pictures up and stared at them again. I imagined myself on my knees in front of his big, veiny, uncut cock, asking him how he'd like me to please him. My cock was rock hard, and my heart was in my throat.

I couldn't help myself. I hit the "REPLY" button and typed in my response:

Lester,

I will see you at 1 P. M. I will be riding my e-bike and wearing a helmet so you will know it's me. I am looking forward to my audition to be a regular for you. I will stop up to the house and knock when I arrive.

Mike

"O. K. you're not really going to do this," the voice in my head assured me, "You're just acting out a fantasy and getting dangerously close to making it a reality."

Something inside me snapped and I hit "SEND."

"Good God," the voice in my head screamed, "This is getting dangerously close to becoming a reality. Do you really want to take this step?"

I cleared my mind and prepared myself for the pipeline call that was only five minutes away at 11:00 A. M. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, opened up my pipeline report in salesforce and fired up zoom to begin the call.

Pipeline Review takes an Unexpected Turn

We were fifteen minutes into the pipeline call when I heard the familiar "ding" of a new email. Even though we were discussing a key account that one of my star reps was working to close, I couldn't help but look at my second monitor and see that the email was from Lester. I made certain that screen sharing was turned off and moved my mouse over to my second monitor to open the email.

When I did, a large photo opened. It was a close-up of Lester's big cock in full erection while he stroked it with his large hand. It was monstrous in size and pre-cum was leaking down the shaft. The text below said:

"This is waiting for you, boy."

I gasped, audibly and my face flushed instantly. I quickly closed the photo, but my team noticed the change in my demeanor.

"Mike is everything O. K.?" Jake asked, "It looks like you've seen a ghost!"

Jake was my top rep, he and I had become pretty good friends while working together. I tried to regain my composure and re-join the call, but my mind had been scrambled.

"Sorry, everyone," I stuttered, "Everything's fine, I just got distracted for a moment, let's pick up where we left off."

I tried to focus on the rest of the call, but Lester's photo was etched into my mind. I had never seen a cock that big except in some porn videos. I couldn't stop thinking what it would be like to be on my knees with that massive cock in my mouth. It turned my brain into Jello, and I knew I had to somehow regain my composure and complete the call.

The rest of the call was a blur. I couldn't stop myself from replaying the image in my head over and over. I HAD to see what it was like to suck that thing. I was obsessed.

"Alright everyone, good call," I said as I quickly wrapped up the call, "Remember that we have six weeks left in the quarter, I want everyone focused on getting contracts in front of customers, so we have ample time to get them approved and signed before September 30th."

I wrapped up the call and closed zoom. Once it I was sure zoom was off, I re-opened Lester's photo and stared at it. I had never done anything outside of my marriage and I never planned on it. But something inside me wanted to know what it was like to suck that giant cock. I decided to go for a ride in Lester's direction, I could always chicken out and just return home. But I wanted to push the fantasy a little further.

Mike Boards his E-bike and Heads West

I changed into a pair of cutoff shorts and flip flops and headed out to my e-bike. I skipped wearing a shirt, since figured I could grab a tan while I made the 30-minute ride in the hot summer sunshine. I stepped into the hot garage, pulled on my helmet and pushed my e-bike into the driveway. I plugged Lester's address into google maps and set my route. Then I closed my garage door and zoomed off toward the trails.

I enjoyed cruising along the tree-lined bike trails at break-neck speed. I zipped past the seldom walker, cyclist and rollerblader who haunted the trails during a hot summer weekday while most people were at work. As I watched the miles click by, I wondered what I would do when I finally reached Lester's farm. Would I actually walk up to the house or would I just take pleasure in living out my limited fantasy and return home to my safe life as a devoted husband and accomplished sales leader.

Whether or not it was Lester's intention, his final photo had done something to my twisted mind. He had piqued a curiosity I didn't even know I had, but now I couldn't deny. I kept imagining what it would be like to use my mouth to pleasure Lester by sucking his huge, uncut cock.

"Why do you feel the need to please some farmer you never met," my inner voice asked with disdain, "You're risking your marriage and your career here if anyone ever finds out."

My inner voice of reason wasn't wrong. I comforted myself by reasoning that I hadn't done anything wrong yet, I was just out for a ride on a hot summer day and my libido was working overtime. At about mile eight, I passed a young blonde wearing a tight top and yoga shorts. Her figure was stunning, and I couldn't help but take a nice long look through my shaded helmet visor, but even after that, I couldn't stop thinking about the photo Lester had burned into my brain. I noticed that my cock had swollen to full staff. I was glad it wasn't pointing out through the legs of my cutoff shorts.

At mile 9 the trails came to an end, and I pulled out onto rural route 39. If my map was correct, I was to ride this for about a mile and a half and then turn onto Dell Road. Lester's farm would be about another mile down that road on the left. My heart started pounding as my e-bike cruised silently along the quiet rural road.

"Turn around you lunatic," my inner voice yelled, "You've had your fun, now turn around and head back to safety while you still can."

My heart was racing as I watched my phone indicate I was to make a left turn onto Dell Road in 600 feet. I made the turn and made my way down dell road. The road seemed to cut a path through a large corn field. The corn stalks were about shoulder high in mid-July and they created the verdant scent that was so common around farmland. I zoomed right past a mailbox and a sign that said "Sorenson Farm" over a dirt road which was the entrance to a farm. I slowed down and carefully turned around so I could go back and read the number on the mailbox. Sure enough it read 121. I had arrived at Lester's farm.

Mike's Moment of Truth Arrives

I stopped at the mailbox and took stock of my situation. Was I really prepared to go through with this fantasy? I couldn't stop myself, I eased on the throttle and pulled up the dirt road that led to the farmhouse.

The farm was massive with a variety of silos, barns, and outbuildings. The corn fields seemed to go on forever. The old farmhouse was at the front of the clearing. It had old weathered white paint on the outside. It was a classic two story with a front porch that had been screened in. I hopped off my e-bike and left the helmet on the seat.

The mid-day heat was much more pronounced because the corn field blocked nearly all the wind. I walked slowly toward the house noticing that the farm was eerily quiet. I walked up the steps and opened the door to the screen porch. Inside the screen porch were several rocking chairs and a two-seat swing that was chained to the ceiling. There were also a few tables and a couple of cases of beer stacked in the corner.

With my heart in my throat and my hands shaking, I knocked on the screen door that lead into the farmhouse.

"What do you want?" a gruff voice from inside the house asked loudly.

"Lester, we chatted online, it's Mike," I answered, my voice shaking with anticipation and a little anxiety.

"You here to pleasure me, boy?" the voice asked, "If you're serious, leave you clothes on the porch and step inside."

This was not at all what I expected. I expected to meet Lester first before I took a step like this. If I did what he said, I'd be entering a stranger's house naked putting me in an incredibly vulnerable position.

My hands were shaking as I undid my belt and unbuttoned my cutoff shorts. Being somewhat of an exhibitionist, and because I was so horny, I didn't bother to wear any underwear. All I was wearing was the cutoff shorts and a pair of flip flops.

"You dumb shit," my inner voice screamed, "You're on a remote farm and you're about to enter a strange man's house, sight unseen, naked? Are you mad?"

My six-inch cock was rock hard as I unzipped my fly and kicked off my flip flops. I was about to step out of my cutoffs and walk into the stranger's farmhouse stark naked with a raging hard-on. Nothing says "willing slut" like entering a stranger's house naked.

I heard my shorts make a "thunk" as they hit the porch floor. I picked them up along with my flip flops and set them on the rocker next to the door. The scene around me was surreal. I was standing totally naked, in the open, on a farm, about to enter the house of someone I'd only shared a few messages with online.

I don't know if it was because I was nervous or because I was super horny, but I reached down and gave my hard cock a few strokes while I looked out onto the farm. It fueled my exhibitionist tendencies to stroke myself, naked, in public. With my libido in high gear, I saw my shaking hand reach for the doorknob, turn it, and pull the door open. I stepped into the small foyer and peered into the dimly light older farmhouse.

I could hear window fans running to try to keep the place cool. Even so, the house was very warm inside, my body was covered with a light layer of perspiration that gave my skin a sheen. I took a few steps into the living room and saw a very large older man sitting on the couch wearing jeans and a wife-beater t-shirt. He was barefoot and looked closer to seventy than to sixty as he had indicated in our messages.

"Well, you passed the first test, boy," Lester said, with a sneer on his face, "Why don't you kneel on the floor here in front of me so I can get a better look at you."

Without saying a word, I walked toward the man, watching for his expressions, and stopped a few feet in front of him and got on my knees.

"Turn around, boy," Lester scolded, "I have no need for that cock of yours, get on all fours and show me that ass."

I turned around and got on all fours. I could believe how horny I was getting taking orders from the elder farmer. The farmhouse was totally silent except for the sound of the window fans scattered about the house.

"How many cocks have been in that ass, boy?" Lester asked, "I'm not interested in training in some slut that has been ridden hard and put away wet."

"None, Sir," I answered, wondering why I used such a formal term in my reply.

"So, you're bringing me your virgin ass," Lester chuckled, "I guess it's my lucky day. How about that mouth? I bet you're a pathetic cock sucker aren't you?"

"I'm married," I answered, "I haven't done anything like this before."

"Married!" Lester chuckled, "What is a married man doing out in the middle of nowhere, naked on my farm?"

"I don't know," I answered, my voice cracking with nerves.

"You don't know?" Lester scoffed, "You're showing me you naked ass on all fours and you don't know?"

Lester had a point, I certainly seemed to be in Lester's house for a reason. I figured I might as well be honest, so I answered his question.

"I'm here because I've never seen a cock as big as yours other than in porn," I answered sheepishly.

"Oh, so you're a size queen?" Lester scoffed, laughing at me while I hunched on all fours showing him my naked ass, "Well I hope I don't disappoint."

"Here's what I'm looking for you pervert," Lester continued, "your body looks acceptable but it's what you're willing to do that will make or break this deal. See, my wife died about five years ago and I haven't been able to find another woman to help me extinguish my carnal desires. I have no interest in fucking men, but you look thin enough and smooth enough to pass as a woman if the light is low like it is now."

"But I want to extend the illusion a bit before I unwrap my big cock for you," Lester continued, "I've left a box for you on the kitchen table, why don't you go get it."

"Now?" I asked, rising to my knees.

"Yes, now, pervert," Lester barked, "Grab the box and bring it over here."

I walked to the kitchen and found a two-foot by two-foot box with a few items inside. I grabbed the box and walked back to the living room. As I turned to walk back and saw that Lester had removed his shirt, exposing his big barrel chest. I carried the box back and knelt in front of the half-naked septuagenarian. I knelt in front of him while looking into the open topped box.

"First thing first," Lester barked, "I don't want to see that little cock of yours. Take a piece of duct tape from the roll in the box and cover your cock and balls so I don't have to look at them."

Without hesitation, I pulled off a ten-inch strip of duct tape and carefully taped my cock to my stomach. Then, I stretched the tape down over my shaved balls. The tape stopped just above my asshole. I was glad, I kept everything shaved down there, otherwise this tape would be unbearably painful when I pulled it off.

"Good, now put on that sundress I left for you," Lester commanded, "Once you have that on, find the wig and put that on as well."

I pulled a yellow, flowery sundress over my head and watched as it barely covered my ass and crotch. Then I reached into the box and found a brunette wig. I struggled to find the back of it and then pulled it on over my own hair. It tugged on my hair and was very tight making it quite uncomfortable.

"Grab the lipstick and go down the hall to the bathroom," Lester ordered, "straighten you hair and put on some lipstick so you look presentable and then come back here and kneel between my legs."

I walked across the creaking wood floors and down a dim hallway until I found a bathroom on the left. It was very simple, a tub, a sink and a mirror. I gasped when I saw my reflection, I looked like a freak. The wig was sideways and my own hair was sticking out in front. I adjusted the wig until it was centered. It was parted in the middle with bangs on the front and flip curls on the side. I looked like Betty Rubble from the Flintstones.

Once the wig was acceptable, I tried to apply the lipstick, but my hands were shaking so badly that I had trouble keeping a smooth outline. I did a half-ass job putting on the lipstick and then took one last look before turning and heading back to the living room to find Lester.

As I entered the living room, I noticed that Lester had taken the opportunity to remove his jeans. He was now sitting on the couch naked. His big, uncut cock was dangling between his legs and hanging over the edge of the couch cushion. His foreskin was so long, it came to a point at the end of his cock. His cock was even bigger than the photo made it appear. It was surrounded by thick pubic hair and was equipped with huge hanging balls that looked almost like Christmas ornaments.

"That's better," Lester smiled as he saw me approach, "You clean up well, Mary."

"Wait a minute, suddenly I'm Mary?" I thought to myself as I approached the naked, elder farmer.

The hardwood floor creaked under my feet as I approached him and knelt between his hairy thighs. I had a hard time looking him in the eye, so I just looked at the floor somewhat in shame.

"You've done very well, so far, Mary," Lester commented in a much more friendly manner, "Are you ready to learn how to pleasure me and become my regular sex partner?"

"Yes, Lester" I said, softly, looking down at the floor.

"Good, let's see how well you suck cock," Lester chuckled, holding his big cock out toward me with his large, calloused hands.

As I stared at his enormous phallus, it seemed like a magnetic force pulled my face closer and closer. When I was so close I could smell his musk, I opened my mouth and watched as he guided his flaccid monster into my waiting mouth.

Mary Sucks Lester's Big Cock for the First Time

As soon as Lester's big cock passed between my lipstick covered lips, his big hands were on my head guiding my slowly down his shaft.

"It's been so long, Mary," Lester hissed, "Your mouth feels so good on this big old cock."

I couldn't believe what I had allowed myself to do for Lester. I was wearing lipstick, a wig, and a sundress, with my cock duct taped to my stomach while I fellated the older man while kneeling on his hardwood floor.

"Take a little more for me, sweetums," Lester moaned, "I want you to learn to take my entire shaft down your throat."

I slid my face forward on his big cock, until I felt his foreskin covered head hit the back of my throat. Lester's big hands held my head there while he enjoyed the sensation.

"That's it you little slut," Lester growled, "take me deep into your throat until my big, hairy balls are resting on your chin."

I felt Lester's cock enter my airway and I gagged and coughed, pulling back instinctively. Lester let me regroup while I inhaled and wiped the saliva off my chin. Then I leaned forward and took him deeply into my mouth again.

"Now you're getting it, Mary," Lester moaned, "You can take your time, but before you leave here today, you will have taken my cock balls deep, otherwise, I have no need for you."

I was so turned on sucking on Lester's cock that I wanted to make sure that I was allowed to come back and do it again. I was going to push myself to learn to take his cock as deep as he wanted me too so he would want me to come back for more.

"It's so nice to have a pretty girl who's willing to learn to please me," Lester groaned as he directed my wigged head up and down his giant shaft, "Once I've trained your throat, I'm going to have even more fun training that tight little pussy of yours."

I couldn't believe how turned on I was playing "Mary" for Lester. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever considered crossdressing and letting another man shove his cock into my throat. But here I was, doing it willingly while my rock hard cock remained taped to my stomach under my sundress.

"You've got me so close, Mary," Lester warned, "But don't worry, my big balls are full from three weeks without any action. When I do cum, you can just keep sucking until my balls produce more cum for you to swallow."

"Did I just hear him correctly?" I thought to myself, "He expects me to keep sucking his big cock after he makes me swallow for him? This guy is a fiend."

Lester's big hands were working my wigged head up and down his shaft at a rapid pace now. I was fighting back my gag reflex as his hooded cock head burrowed further and further down my throat. Lester pushed himself off the couch and was now standing in front of me, fucking my face with his knees slightly bent and my wigged head sandwiched between his big hands.

"How do you like having your pretty face fucked, Mary," Lester barked, "You look so pretty with my big cock between your bright red lips. C'mon, take Daddy's big cock all the way down your throat. C'mon!"

Lester was shoving his cock down my throat at this point. I brought my hands up to his thighs and tried to push him back, but it didn't matter. Lester was stronger than I was and he was using his strength to throat fuck me with no regard for my breathing.

"Just.... about.... there!" Lester growled as I felt his wiry pubic hair tickling my nose.

I should have been angry, but I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I loved being used by the hung older man. I tried to relax my throat and let him all the way in. After a few more rough strokes, it happened. Lester broke through my esophagus and entered my throat. His pubes slammed into my nose and his big hands held me there as he howled.

"Fuck, Mary!" Lester howled, "Are you ready to feed from my balls?"

"Mmmph," was all I could muster as an answer.

Lester's thighs were shaking violently, I knew that his orgasm was just seconds away. I looked up across his belly and barrel chest and caught his eyes glaring down at me with his huge cock buried, balls deep in my throat. His teeth were clinched, and his face and chest were flush. He was showing all the signs of a massive orgasm building in his system.

"Oh Gawd!" Lester roared, loud enough to wake the dead.

His entire body convulsed, and I could feel a flood of thick semen blasting into my throat. His big hands held my head tightly against his pubic bone as he unloaded his balls non-stop into my stomach. I knew his big balls were full, but the amount of cum he was unloading into my gullet was ridiculous.

"Swallow you fuckin' whore!" he barked as he continued to take short strokes against the lining of my throat, "Don't you waste any of my seed."

I had no choice. His big fingers were stretched around the back of my head mashing my nose flat against his hairy pubic bone. It was degrading and erotic at the same time. I was so turned on, I nearly came into the duct tape holding my cock against my stomach.

"Oh, you fuckin' slut," Lester growled, as his orgasm continued but diminished, "I'm going to make you such a good girl for Daddy."

I couldn't believe the old man was still spewing his load down my throat, but he wasn't finished. It was another minute before he finally finished and pulled his big cock out of my mouth allowing me to breathe. Even after his orgasm his cock was gigantic. I calculated it was all of nine inches, maybe more. He pinched his big cock between his forefinger and thumb, squeezing out a final big drop of cum which he fed me. Then he slapped my in the face with his cock a few times while he laughed.

"Stand up, Mary," Lester ordered.

When I did, he said, "Turn around."

I did as he asked and turned around facing away from him. I could feel his warm cum sloshing around in my stomach and could still taste him in my mouth. I felt him unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, exposing my naked body.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Lester commanded, "You'll be more comfortable on the bed while I feed you another load. You're not leaving here until my balls are empty, Mary."

I couldn't believe what I just heard. The old farmer was going to take me to his bedroom so I could suck him to completion a second time with almost no break. His big hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me along in front of him as we both waked naked into down the hall to what I suspected was his bedroom.

When we got there, he climbed on the bed and sat up against the headboard with his legs spread and his big cock resting on the bedspread.

"Mary, why don't you climb up here, lie on your stomach and nurse on Daddy's big cock until he gives you more of his precious seed that I know you like so much."

I was shocked that he wanted me to suck him again already, but I was so horny, I was more than willing to oblige him.

"Can I fix my lipstick first, Daddy?" I asked, playing into the role-play he seemed to enjoy.

"Why, what a good idea, Mary," Lester smiled, "You know where the bathroom is, you can use the mirror in there."

When I got to the bathroom, the lipstick was just below the mirror where I had left it. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked at how I looked. I had lipstick smeared up to my nose and down my chin. My lips were swollen from the roughness of the face fuck Lester had delivered. I wiped the lipstick off the best I could and started to apply a new coat.

As I did, Lester walked in with his semi-hard cock swinging between his legs and walked over to the toilet to take a piss.

"Seems like I always need to pee after I've blown my wad," Lester laughed, "Don't worry, I'll shake it well so you won't taste much."

I couldn't believe how far I had let myself fall into this role-play in such a short time. I was wearing a wig, re-applying my lipstick, and about to go back to the bedroom to nurse on the old man's cock again until he fed me another dose of semen. I never could have predicted this an hour ago. I walked back into the bedroom in a daze and found Lester sitting up on the bed, resting against the headboard, stroking his massive cock.

"Are you ready to keep sucking until I'm empty, Mary?" Lester said smiling, "It's been a while since I've had any pussy, so I need to make up for lost time."

"I need to leave by three," I said, trying to find a clock in the room somewhere.

"We've got plenty of time," Lester said, smiling, "If you nurse on me well, I should be able to send you home to your wife with three big loads in your belly."

"Does this guy expect me to nurse on his cock for the next hour?" I thought to myself, "My jaw is already tired from the face fuck he delivered five minutes ago."

"Get between my legs, Mary," Lester ordered, patting on the bed, "Daddy's cock is hard again."

Mary's Mouth Gets a Workout

"Can I take the tape off my cock, Daddy?" I asked, as submissively as I could, "Sucking Daddy's big cock makes my little cock hard and it hurts under the tape."

"As long as you lie on your stomach, so Daddy can't see your little appendage," Lester cautioned, "But if you roll on your back, I'm going to want you to put the tape back on."

"Thank you Daddy," I said as I crawled onto the bed between his hairy thighs and took his cock into my mouth for the second time today.

Once I had him in my mouth, I reached down and pulled the tape off my cock, pulling it up from the balls.

"Ow, fuck!" I moaned, as I peeled the tape off.

"Look at Daddy as you worship his big cock, Mary," Lester instructed, "I want you to look me in the eye as you nurse on my cock and suck out more of my manly elixir."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, submissively, "I love sucking Daddy's big, uncut cock, he tastes so good."

"Good girl," Lester said, stroking my wig as I fellated him quietly in his farmhouse bedroom.

Ten minutes went by and all you could hear was me slurping on the elder farmer's cock. My mouth and tongue were getting tired from working his cock so I took a break to take his big balls in my mouth.

"Daddy loves it when you wash his balls, Mary," Lester moaned with a sense of approval, "The more you warm those balls up, the more cum I can feed you."

I don't know what had happened to me, but I was actively seeking the elder farmer's approval. I was willingly worshipping his cock while he just laid there and watched. Never in a million years would I have predicted that I would allow myself to become a submissive cock sucker for an older man who was not that attractive except for his massive uncut cock. I was allowing myself to become his sex slave, following his every command without question.

"Can you feel my balls start to tighten up, Mary?" Lester asked quietly, "That means I am getting close to feeding you some more sex juice that I know you love. As we spend more time together, you will learn my cues. This will make you a fantastic lover for Daddy and make us both very happy."

I was excited that Lester was getting close to having his second orgasm. I was oddly turned on that I would soon be swallowing more of his thick, pungent cum. I could feel my lips getting swollen from all the contact with his cock and my teeth. I wondered if they would be back to normal by the time my wife, Ann, returned home from work.

"Take me deeper now, Mary," Lester said quietly, placing his hands on the top of my head, "When I cum, don't stop sucking, just keep servicing me until I pull you off."

I couldn't believe how selfish Lester was. All he cared about was emptying his massive balls. For some reason, his demeanor was turning me on to a point that I reached down and started stroking my own cock.

"That's it, Mary, take me all the way to the base and hold," Lester groaned, "You are learning so quickly, Mary, soon you'll be ready for me to train your tight pussy to take Daddy's cock."

It's like this guy knew exactly what to say to make me even more submissive for him. I was in a trance slurping on his cock with abandon. The room was filled with sucking sounds as I served his needs without question lying between his open thighs on my stomach with my hand stroking my own little cock.

"Mary, if Daddy's big cock makes you cum, I'm going to make you clean up the mess," Lester warned.

I barely heard the warning, I was in my own world, lying between the hung man's legs nursing on his cock like a baby animal. I had pulled back a little but now I was all the way down on his big cock letting my head take small strokes with him in my throat.

"Good girl, Mary, keep going, I'm very close," Lester said quietly, "Put your little hands under my ass cheeks and pull me up into your mouth so you don't spill any."

I did as he asked, and without warning, I felt a huge glob of warm semen being shot down my throat.

"Mmghph," I heard myself say as I tried to swallow with his cock in my throat.

"Oh, that's glorious, Mary, keep sucking until Daddy pulls you off," Lester said quietly as he orgasmed in a very relaxed manner with his cock down my throat.

As he was unloading, I became so turned on that I was pushed past the point of no return. I turned on my side and held my cock against my leg hoping to catch most of my cum with my thigh. I started spasming as my orgasm hit but I kept Lesters cock in my throat the entire time because I remembered he told me not to stop until he pulled me off.

Lester was too lost in his orgasm to notice that I was cumming. I kept sucking as he continued to unload in my mouth. His second load was as big as the first but instead of shooting out, it gushed with heavy flow in pulses.

"Keep sucking, Mary, I think I'm about to cum again!" Lester exclaimed.

"This guy is superhuman," I thought to myself, "No wonder his wife died, she must have overdosed on semen."

Lester got up on his haunches and grabbed my wig covered head with both hands. As he pulled my head up with him, I got on all fours to remain in contact. I was now on all fours, getting face fucked by the old man again. Thankfully he didn't notice my own cum dripping down my left thigh.

"Such a good girl, Mary," Lester howled as he drove his cock down my throat, "I can't wait to fuck your tight pussy. You're going to love taking my warm sex juice up inside you down there."

"Was he telling me he was going to fuck me bare and breed me?" I wondered, I had never had sex, and I was certainly not considering unprotected sex.

"Fuck, it's been so long since I've had anyone to help me empty my balls like this," Lester panted, as his face fucking went into a new gear.

My throat was getting sore from the friction of his thick cock rubbing against the inner lining of my esophagus. It was clear that tissue wasn't meant to have a large cylinder rubbing back and forth against it. All I could do at this point was let him fuck my head until he was satisfied.

"OH MY GAWD!" Lester howled as his legs spasmed and he pumped me full of hot cum.

"Suck me, bitch!" he yelled, "You were put here to serve me, take my cock and swallow my cum, Mary. I'm going to keep fucking your throat until you cum for me. Then I'm going to make you clean it up!"

I was starting to get a little nervous as Lester started to show his true colors. This wasn't about sex; this was about all out domination and servitude. His pubes were crashing into my nose so hard that it hurt. My eyes and nose were watering because he refused to let me breathe. Even with the rough treatment and the constant cum swallowing, my libido was in he stratosphere. I was stroking my cock wildly as Lester had his way with my face.

"Cum, you slut," Lester barked, "Cum while Daddy fucks you with his big cock. I know my sex juice makes you horny as hell. Show me that you want to be my regular sex slave. In fact, roll on to our back and give me better access to that throat."

Lester flipped me onto my back and grabbed me under the armpits and pulled me until head hung off the side of the bed. I was surprised by how strong the elder farmer was. He was fueled by his sex drive as he positioned me on the bed as if it was an alter and I was about to be sacrificed.

"Let me have it all!" Lester growled as he shoved his cock into my throat.

I watched his huge balls slam into my eyes as my head hung over the bed and I was looking up from below. His balls not only covered my nose, but also my eyes. His cock was all the way down my throat and his balls were blocking my nostrils so I couldn't breathe.

He grabbed my legs, and pulled them back over my head, holding me behind the knees. I was folded nearly in half as I kept trying to stroke myself even in that position.

"Cum, you horny bitch," Lester demanded, "I want to see you cum while I fuck your worthless throat with my big cock. Blow your load on your own face while I cum down your throat."

I had never been treated like this in my life. The view I had from below as his cock and balls assaulted my face was pornographic. I felt the familiar sensation in my balls that told me I was about to cum again. I was stroking my cock feverishly as the old man fucked me with abandon. My mouth and throat were making inhuman sounds as the old man used me like a cheap whore.

"MMMPGH," I heard myself announce as my cock exploded for a second time, spraying cum onto my chest and face.

"There you go!" Lester cheered, "Look at you making a mess of yourself while Daddy uses your throat to finally drain his balls. I'm going to send you home as more woman than man. I hope your wife is O. K. with a lesbian relationship!"

Between my orgasm and the asphyxia caused by Lester's cock blocking my airway, I was starting to loser consciousness. I started to get tunnel vision and before long my body went limp.

Mary Regains Consciousness, Lester is Finally Empty

When I awoke, I was confused about my whereabouts. I was still lying on my back with my head over the side of the bed. My face was covered in semen and my throat was rough and dry. It took me a few seconds to realize I was still at the farm. I heard water running and got up from the bed and walked down the hall toward the noise. It was coming from the bathroom. Lester was taking a shower.

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My wig was twisted and looked ridiculous. My face and chest were covered in cum. My lips and nose were swollen and covered in smeared lipstick. My eyes were red and bloodshot.

"You better shower before you go home," Lester suggested, "Take your wig off and hop in with me."

I was hesitant to do anything else the elder farmer asked after he had literally fucked me unconscious. But I did need a shower badly. I left the wig on the sink and stepped into the shower. I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing my face trying to get it clean so I could go home.

As I was working on my face, I felt a big, calloused finger probing my ass.

"Hey, I need to go home!" I barked, frustrated by the old man who had treated me so roughly.

"You know you want it, slut," Lester laughed, driving his finger into my ass.

"Stop!" I yelled, turning to glare at him.

"O. K., Mary," Lester smiled trying to defuse the situation, "We will save that for next time."

"I need to get home," I said, "I've got work to do and my wife will be home soon."

"I understand, Mary," Lester said, stepping out of the shower to dry off, "I'll go get you a towel and your dress so you can ride home."

"Towel and dress?" I thought to myself, "What's wrong with this old man?"

As I turned off the water, Lester returned and handed me a towel. I dried off while he watched, then he handed me the dress.

"If you want to come back, Mary, I need you to wear this dress home for me," Lester said with a serious look on his face.

"I can't wear that dress in public," I protested, "I have a 30-minute ride home."

"Wear your wig and your helmet," Lester replied, "People will think you're the woman you just showed yourself to be with me."

"I'm not comfortable with that, Lester," I said, hoping to shut the issue down.

"Well, if you want to come back again, then I'm afraid this is something I require," Lester warned.

Something inside me wanted to return. I had never had orgasms like the two I had today. To be honest, I was still very turned on by what had happened even though it had gotten rougher than I had expected.

"I have to change before I get to my neighborhood," I said, starting to give in to Lester's demands.

"Take your cutoff shorts with you and put them on when you are close," Lester suggested, "Do you have a storage on your e-bike to store the dress and wig?"

"Yes, under the seat," I replied, "But I didn't bring any underwear, and I don't feel comfortable riding around in a sundress with no underwear in case the dress blows up."

"Who cares!" Lester laughed, "It will give you a little thrill, just do it and we can continue to meet like this and have fun."

"Fuck you, Lester," I said, "Can you zip me up?"

"See, there's my girl," Lester laughed as I pulled up the sundress and let him zip it from behind, "Don't forget your wig."

I pulled on the wig and looked in the mirror to ensure that it was straight. Then I walked out to the living room with Lester strutting behind me naked with his flaccid cock swinging back and forth.

Lester walked me to the porch and watched as I picked up my shorts from the rocker. Then I slipped on my flip flops and turned to say goodbye.

"When do you want me to visit again?" I asked, surprising myself with my willingness.

"I'm available every afternoon in the summer until the harvest activity picks up," Lester replied, "Just let me know and I'll be ready for you, Mary."

"O. K., I'll see you soon, Lester," I said, and turned to walk out of the screen porch into the sunlight.

Lester followed me out into the sunlight, stark naked, and grabbed my arm, "You forgot to kiss my cock goodbye, Mary."

"Here, in the open?" I asked, "There are cars driving by right out there on the two-lane.

"Don't disrespect me, Mary," Lester scolded.

I dropped to my knees in the middle of broad daylight and took his big cock into my mouth one last time. I sucked him a few times and then sucked each of his balls into my mouth one last time. Then, I got up and put on my helmet.

"Thanks, Mary," Lester smiled, his cock shiny with my saliva, "Next time we will train that tight virgin pussy of yours."

I shook my head, pulled down my visor and hopped on my e-bike. I rode out onto the two-lane and hit the throttle. The wind instantly blew my dress up exposing my cock and bare ass. I pulled over onto the shoulder and pushed my dress under my ass to hold it down. Then I throttled up again and made my way to the more secluded trails. My cellphone on my handlebars said it was 3:10 P. M. I had spent over two hours as Mary and now I was riding home wearing a wig and a dress.

I wondered how far I was willing to let this go.

TO BE CONTINUED...