The Farmer Gets A Wife, Chapter 1, The Meeting free porn video

DAY 1 BILLY It wasn't long after my eighteenth birthday when I finally decided to leave home. Well I call it home but in reality it was just the latest hostel I had stayed in, my homes had been a series of foster homes eventually ending up in a young person's hostel once I was too old to be classed as a child. I had managed to scrimp together a few hundred pounds from my crappy low paid job and decided that now would be a good time to try my luck in the big city. So I left my home town and in order to save my money for my new life I chose the cheapest option of hitchhiking. I had been informed by friends that there was a hostel in the city; all I needed to do was get down there, get a bed for the short term then get a job and work my way from there. A great plan and what could possibly go wrong I naively thought to myself? The best time to leave would be early morning, so at 7am I packed my rucksack, put on a pair of jeans, socks and trainers, a white plain T- shirt and my denim jacket, it was mid September and a beautiful clear day, it was quite warm, I would be doing a bit of walking and I was carrying my rucksack, I would be warm enough. Hitchhiking turned out to be not as easy as I had thought it would be, first I had to walk from the hostel to near the motorway which took my over an hour, then I had to wait at the side of the road in the hope that somebody would stop, that took almost another hour. Even then my problems were not solved, the trucker that had taken pity on me was only going a couple of junctions up the motorway and I would have to start my quest again. Eventually after two more lifts I found myself being dropped off on a slip road about halfway towards my final destination. As I climbed down from the cab, Bob, the driver said, "Good luck son, there's a cafe over there, if you hang around the car park you may find someone going your way." I thanked him and headed towards the small roadside dinner. If only all my lifts be with helpful friendly drivers like Bob? JOHN It was mid afternoon by the time I had made my drop off, a sample pack of my world famous speciality to a prospective customer in a new market to me. My years of experience had taught me how to grow some of the best home grown cannabis in Europe but a man can't have too many contacts in this business. I grew my weed in a barn on my farm out in the middle of no-where, twenty miles from the nearest neighbours and thirty-five miles to the nearest town. The beauty of it was its isolation, there were no visitors, no passers-by and more importantly, no police. For extra security the house and barn complex was surrounded by an eight foot high wire fence with the inside patrolled by four guard dogs. They were my babies reared by myself since they were puppies, only I could walk around in that area and not be torn to pieces by them. After all, I am growing a large amount of weed here, I don't want to be raided by other criminals. All in all I had the perfect set up, my connections in various towns and cities across Britain meant that there were always buyers and the money was rolling in, however there was a downside to this lifestyle, a very big downside! To keep my business secure I had to live out here and avoid too much contact with the outside world, which meant I was lonely; or should I say, horny, sexually frustrated. I seem to spend most evenings smoking a lot of my own product, watching porn and jerking off. It hadn't always been this way, when I first moved up here my wife accompanied me, we had been married for two years at the time, she lasted about a year out here. To be honest she just couldn't put up with my controlling and domineering personality and the longer we lived out here on our own the worse it got. I have always been a bit of a bully, especially with women, I don't consider them equal and I don't have much interest in anything they have to say. I prefer a dumb bimbo to cook, clean, keep my house and be a whore in my bedroom, not too much to ask now is it? She may have put with my first few demands but she couldn't keep pace with my last and ultimate one, to be a whore in my bedroom. She was good looking, nice tits and a good fuck as far as a wife goes but I crave something different, pure sex, not romance. We got into some light, at first, BDSM, my idea of course, even buying a few items online You see I have always been a bit of a sadist; my enjoyment was both physical and mental, from administering punishment to her to controlling her mentally in our everyday life. At first she played along out of love, then she played along out of fear, the she didn't play along at all, she disappeared on a shopping trip and I haven't heard from her since. She left so abruptly that she left all her clothes, personal things, etc at the farm. There was no concern on my behalf that she would report my illegal activity, she knew that that would be inadvisable! During my stoned porn filled evenings I had often fantasised about kidnapping a girl and bringing her back to my farm, making her dress sexy and using her as my sex-slave. Though putting up with another sulky bitch with her period pains and moaning put me off, not to mention the risk of pregnancy! Then I discovered sissy porn, young men acting and dressing like girls, sucking real men's cocks and being fucked. It was a revelation to me, they looked so naturally feminine yet there was something humiliating and submissive about what they were doing. No real man would ever do that, a sissy would know her place and naturally know that she was inferior to me, weaker, dumber and needy. But where would a man like me find such a creature? BILLY. It must be my lucky day, I had only been here five minutes when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey there, you want a lift darling?" Even though I am a quite slim and wear my hair well below my collar it took me a couple of seconds to realise he was talking to me. "Well, yes please, actually I am," I smiled. "Though don't call me darling," I added with a laugh. "Oh yes, sorry, my mistake, would you like a lift buddy?" "Yes please," I replied, adding my ultimate destination in hope, "Sorry my friend, I'm heading in that direction but not that far, can drop you at the junction where I come off the motorway." It was the best offer I had, so I accepted it. After the introductions, he said his name was John, we got in his van and headed off. He was a tall well built man, well over six foot, shaven head and from his greying goatee beard I guessed that he was probably in his early fifties, his short sleeved shirt revealed the tattoos on his thick muscular arms. Although for his imposing size he was remarkably friendly. We spent the next hour chatting, casually telling him about how I had left a hostel, no family, etc and was heading to the big city for a new life. He listened politely as I spoke and seemed quite knowledgeable about life there. He was a really chilled laid back guy, so when he said, "Hey Billy, I have an idea. I live not too far from here, why don't you break your journey and stay at my place overnight?" I didn't see the problem, especially when he added. "I've got business in the city tomorrow, you can stay at my place and I'll take you there in the morning." "Have some food and, er, well I'm sure that you would like have a smoke of my weed, I've got some good stuff at home?" Well he certainly knew how to tempt me, so I agreed. Once we had come off the motorway we seemed to be driving for ages, at least another hour or so? Every time I asked him how far he just laughed and said, "Not far now, nearly there, trust me it will be worth it!" After driving through ever more remote hillside roads until eventually we were driving on a single track he nodded ahead and said, "Here we are" We drove up to a tall chain fence, at least eight foot high, next to it was a garage where he parked the car. We got out and he led me to the fence gate. "Don't be frightened," he said as he shut the gate behind us. Before I had a chance to ask him what of? I saw for myself, four huge, vicious looking, barking dogs came running towards us from around both sides of the house. I tensed with fear but they stopped short and approached John with their heads down and their tails wagging. "Told you not to worry Billy," he laughed. "I've had these dogs since they were puppies, they're completely loyal to me and you're safe when you're with me." "I wouldn't want to be ANYBODY out here without me though, these evil bastards would rip them to shreds." He looked straight at me as he said that and I noticed the little flicker of a strange smile on his lips; unsure what to do, I returned the smile. "Great, let's go inside," he said, pointing towards the old farmhouse. I noticed that there was another building too, an old barn. JOHN I pulled into the cafe for a coffee and to take a little break from the driving, there were no drugs or any other evidence in my van now so I could relax. It was then when I saw him through the cafe window climbing backwards down from the truck cab across the road. He looked like a girl at first glance, only five foot six or so in height, very slim build and little bubble butt in his tight jeans and light coloured hair almost down to his shoulders. It was only as he got crossed the road and got closer that I realised it was a young man, albeit a very girly looking one. I thought no more about and finished my coffee, it was only when I saw him in the car park that I began to give any thought to the potential here. I will be honest, at this stage I did not intend for things to go any further than offering him a lift, getting chatting and imagining to myself what his lips would feel like around my cock. A bit of harmless thought to entertain me on my drive and a fantasy to wank about later. I adopted my most charming, cool, friendly demeanour; it is not hard to act when you are in my business and approached him. Although just for my own amusement, I pretended to think that he was a girl when I first spoke, I wanted to see his reaction? Would he be offended, would he tell me to fuck off, would he laugh it off? Either way I knew that he would accept my offer. On the drive he was very open, telling me about his life and that he had no friends and family and therefore no-one would miss him? A nasty thought crossed my mind but I dismissed it, there's a big difference between fantasy and reality. My business was too lucrative and too risky to fuck it up! He told me his plans for a new life in the big city and I told him a little bit about myself, obviously missing some details. I did tell him that I lived on a farm and I did tell him that I had been married but that she was no longer about. But the more I looked at him the more I wanted him, as we neared the junction where I had agreed to drop him off I came out with my proposal. My plan was to get him home, get him stoned, and at some stage off the evening persuade him into giving me a blow job. "Hey Billy, it's getting late and will be dark in a couple of hours, you don't wanna be stuck on slip road with your thumb out hitching all night?" What harm could that do? I will drive a circuitous route, he will never be able to find my farm again, my weed is safe, he wouldn't even know about my barn full. I will take him to the city tomorrow and he will just be grateful for the lift, there will be no further repercussions from this. After all he is just another runaway, once his money runs out in the big city, well with his pretty little face! He will probably end up sucking cock to get by anyhow. I may even offer him fifty quid to do it if I have to, he'll be doing it for a tenner in three months! Once we arrived I impressed on him the danger of my dogs. I didn't want him getting cold feet later and trying to make a run for it, though god only knows to where? It was getting dark and he must have realised how isolated my farm is? Inside the house I showed him where the bathroom was, toilet, etc and made him a cup of tea and a large joint, time to start lowering the bitch's defences. We sat and chatted as we both got high. "Hey Billy, do you fancy some food?" time to lay my trap, make him feel even more indebted to me for my Good Samaritan mission. "Why don't you get a shower while I cook, relax and have a few more joints." "Yea sure," replied Billy. "Why not?" I showed him to the spare room and told him to leave his clothes in there whilst he showered. After waiting until he'd gone into the bathroom I returned and removed his clothes replacing them with one of my erstwhile wife's white satin dressing gown. It was quite plain and I would tell him it was a male one or even a unisex one if he asked questions? I also hid his rucksack in hallway cupboard, he wouldn't need that until tomorrow. BILLY. "Wow, that weed is strong John," I said as my head reeled from the first few hits. "Got plenty more where that came from." He laughed. After that first joint it seemed like a good idea to take his suggestion of having a shower. It had been a long day, I was stoned and it would be nice to clean up before we ate. When I returned to room, the first thing I noticed was that my clothes had gone and there was a white gown in their place. It looked a bit feminine, I wondered if it was his wife's? But with nothing else to wear I assumed that it must be for me and put it on. John was downstairs in the kitchen, before I could ask about my clothes he said, "I've put your clothes in the wash so that you can be nice and fresh for your trip tomorrow. Sorry about the gown, it's the only one I have that would fit you." With that, he opened the oven and produced a large pizza. "Come on, let's eat, I'm starving and I'm sure you must be too?" He was right I was starving, I hadn't eaten for hours and I wolfed down my share. After we had finished the food and another joint John went upstairs to the bathroom, "Just gonna have a quick shower, I've been on the road all day, feel free to roll yourself another joint." Twenty minutes later he was back wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight white vest which emphasised his huge muscles on his arms and also on his chest. We spent the next couple of hours watching TV, chatting and smoking more and more joints, a very chilled and relaxed time. By about 10pm I was pretty stoned when he suggested putting porn on? I just shrugged, "Yea, whatever John, it's your house." We watched several short films, to be honest I was quite turned on myself although some of the sex was a little rough for me, I am only eighteen and my experience with women is limited. There seemed to be a lot of anal sex in the films, sometimes with the girl, usually clad in stockings and lingerie, a willing participant in being sodomised, sometimes not! On the next film I got a bit of a shock, at first I thought that I must be seeing things. I could have sworn that one of the very womanly looking 'girls' had a tiny, soft smooth cock. I looked again and sure enough she/he had! "Look at the way that bitch sucks cock Billy," John hissed in a somewhat menacing voice. I looked over to him to see his eyes transfixed on the screen and his hand down the front of the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. It was a bit unnerving, I had never watched porn with another man before, I didn't know how to re-act, so I joked. "Looks like it's working for you." "Oh, it does," he answered. "I really could do with a blowjob off a bitch like that right now." "Now just where would I find a little bitch like that, hey Billy?" Was I hearing things, what could he mean by that I wondered? But even at that early stage I think that I already knew. "Come on Billy, it's the least you can do. I've been good to you, give you a lift, got you stoned, let you shower, fed you and I promise that I will take you to the city tomorrow." "No-one ever needs to know about, it will be just our little secret." "But I'm not gay," I heard myself replying in an almost distant voice, the cannabis was having its effects. He laughed and leaned forward from the chair. "Oh don't worry sweetheart, neither am I. You look almost like a girl with your slim body, longish hair and wearing that gown, I can pretend." "No, no, I can't." It was too much, I was in shock. "I will give you a choice, fifty quid cash tomorrow morning if you get on your knees and act like that bitch in the movie." "Either that or you can get at of my house right now, dressed like that, get passed the dogs and walk the thirty miles to civilisation?" "Now, what's it gonna be?" he demanded almost triumphantly. He was right, I was a long way from home, in fact a long way from anywhere! It was dark outside and getting colder, winter would be here soon and I wouldn't know which direction to head in anyway? Then there was the question of those dogs, was he bluffing about their viciousness, or he may not be? He leaned across from his chair to mine and with the hand that he had been rubbing his cock with he grabbed me by the arm. "Get on your knees and suck my cock like a good little bitch and I'll take you where you wanna go tomorrow and if you make a good job of it I'll throw in fifty quid as well." JOHN. I knew that he was gonna do it the moment he hesitated, only a sissy would even contemplate sucking another man's cock. If he had any balls he would have refused and called my bluff. Not that that would have helped him much, I'm so much bigger and stronger than him and by now I'm so fucking horny there's no way that I'm not getting a blowjob tonight. "Get up bitch, you're gonna be a girl for me and suck my big hard cock just like a real girl would, just like the girls on the movies" I pointed at the screen, still showing porn. I pulled her up to her up to her feet; yes I called the bitch her, she was gonna act like a girl and I was gonna think of her as one. Once she was standing I pushed her back a bit maybe six foot away and told her to. "Stand there sweetheart, turn around and face me." She did as she was told, slowly turning around to face me, her little gown starting to fall open exposing her smooth chest. I couldn't believe how smooth she looked; I had planned on leaving the gown on, to keep her looking more feminine. Now I was intrigued. "Take your gown off bitch." Slowly and reluctantly she untied the belt and let the gown slip from her shoulders. She coyly placed her hands over her cock but I wanted her to be exposed and humiliated. "Move your hands princess, don't be shy." My god she was smooth all over except for her thin sparse pubic hair. I burst out laughing when I saw her tiny flaccid cock, she obviously wasn't getting as much sexual stimulation from this scenario as I was. So what? "Wow bitch, look at that little thing, it's more like a clitty than a cock." "You're gonna be a girl for me now, I want you to look as girly as possible. Get on your knees and tuck that little thing between your legs as you kneel." As she knelt down with her clitty out of sight I stood up and approached her. The little folds of flesh at her crotch where her clitty should be resembled the start of a real vagina as seen on a kneeling woman, the best place for one! "One more thing to finish the look bitch and apart from the lack of titties you'll look just like a real girl." I gripped her chin with one hand and raised her face to me, with the other hand I took from my dressing gown pocket the red lipstick I had retrieved from my ex-wife's make up box. She looked perfect with her thick red, soon to be cock-sucking lips, I almost wanted to kiss her but romance wasn't my aim tonight. I sat back down and looked her straight in the eye, she was so ashamed she couldn't return my stare, her eyes were cast down in defeat. "Come on bitch, you know that you're gonna have to do this, so crawl over her and get on with it" "I'm guessing that you haven't done this before, so just do as I tell you and you're gonna get through this just fine." BILLY. I have never felt so vulnerable, so humiliated as I felt right then, naked on my knees, my boy bits trapped between my thighs and wearing thick red lipstick. That bastard John was now sat back down on his chair in the process of opening his gown with one hand and stroking my face with the other. SLAP. "Owww, what was that for?" I shrieked in immediate response the not overly hard but not too soft either slap across my face. He grinned at me and answered me. "Just so you know who's boss and that I ain't kidding here bitch, you're gonna suck my cock and you're gonna do it like you love it." "After all, you owe me for what I've done for you, show my how grateful a good little slut can be." There was absolutely no choice in this, I was scared, and the look in his face told me not to argue. As he opened his gown I saw for the first time a real man's cock up close; it was huge, long, thick, erect and threatening. I didn't know how it would fit in my mouth. The thick purple head was almost throbbing as he gripped the base of his cock with one hand. As my eyes looked up and down his length I noticed his big shaven balls and I gulped as I remembered what testicles produce and where those produces could end up! The next thing I noticed was the strong masculine musky odour, powerful and overwhelming; my thoughts were interrupted by the demanding sound of his voice. He pulled a small bottle out of his dressing gown pocket and opened it. Leaning forward he placed it under my left nostril and squeezed my right one closed. "Breath in deep pretty girl, this will help you focus." I knew the smell of poppers from experience of parties where we had used it when on ecstasy, my head exploded, and my limps when limp. With the effects of the earlier weed combined with this my defences both mentally and physically where none existent and this bastard knew it. I meekly followed his instructions delivered in calm though somewhat cold voice. "Kiss it bitch, then lick the tip." Slowly I followed his instructions, kissing the big bulbous end then licking it. His next instructions included me licking his length from balls to tip, rubbing his penis against my face and then placing the tip inside my mouth. I heard him moan. "Yea good start princess, now get it in that pretty little mouth and show me what you can do." "And be careful with those fucking teeth." I took it deeper and deeper into my mouth, gently bobbing my head like the girls on film do. Faster and faster, I really wanted this to be over; this was a shameful, humiliating episode that I would somehow try to blank out in the morning. After what felt an eternity I felt the weight of his hand on the back of my head, what little control of the situation that I had now disappeared. He was in control now and no matter how much of his cock I could take in my mouth, he continually pushed my head just that bit further. "Look up at me bitch, I wanna see you look in your man's eyes as you suck his cock." I felt like i was almost choking, I looked up at his cold sneering face and realised that he wouldn't be happy until I had got every one of his nine inches inside my face. He would push down until I gagged then pull my head up by my hair until only the swollen helmet was between my lips, slowly building up the speed. The pace quickened, if I had been more experienced at this kinda thing I would probably have read the signs of the inevitable approaching conclusion of this face-rape. But as this was my first time, when it happened it completely took me by surprise. Just as his cock was deepest in my mouth and my eyes felt like they were bursting from my head, he gripped my head and grunted. "Oh you fucking filthy little cunt, fucking hell." His sperm shot into my mouth so fast that it hit the back of my throat making me cough and choke forcing some of it to leak out of my mouth. It felt thick and heavy but did not have the salty taste that I had been led to believe in schoolyard sex-ed. "Don't you fucking dare drop any cunt, you're gonna be a good little girl and swallow it." He pumped himself in and out of my mouth, each time I could feel and taste another release of his male sperm, each one getting less and less until he had milked himself dry with my face. As he pulled out the now softening cock he wiped a mixture of his cum and my saliva over both my cheeks then dried it on my hair. "Now swallow it cunt and show me your open mouth, I wanna see it all gone." I gulped, looked him in the eye and swallowed an alpha male's spunk for the first time, my humiliation made worse by the cold and calculating look in his eyes. "Good girl, relax and have another joint, you've done your best I suppose," he laughed. He attempted to be his old friendly self afterwards, acting as if nothing had happened, leaving me confused; we had a joint and he even made me a cup of tea. I sat on the sofa, I had put the dressing gown back on to cover my shame reflecting on what he had made me do. My eyes were getting heavy, it had been a long day, the time I had spent on my knees had been exhausting, physically as emotionally, my legs hurt from kneeling and my jaw ached from the stretching. Maybe it was the amount of weed that I had smoked but I suddenly felt really tired, I closed my eyes and all went black. JOHN. Just like a real bitch when she first took my cock in her mouth she acted like she was doing me a favour. Like all women she thought that she would be able to take the lead and control the pace of events. And like all bitches she found out that a real man will only allow her to indulge in that particular delusion for so long. It was entertaining to see the little forced-fem sissy trying to suck like a real girl should but only for warm-up. After about ten or fifteen minutes of her snivelling and slurping I did what any real man would do and took control, grabbing her head and forcing her to suck it like she means it. I love talking dirty to a slut as she sucks my cock, I want her to know her place. It is impossible for a cunt on her knees with a cock down her throat to have any dignity and I love to tell her that. "Suck it you little whore and earn your fifty quid," I goaded. It was then, with her head bobbing up and down like a cheap whore that my mind raced ahead with plans and schemes. She had told me that she was a runaway, no-one would miss her, winter was coming and she could be the answer to my fantasies. Why let her go at all? With that thought in my mind I ejaculated heavily into her warm unwilling mouth. "Good girl," I whispered as I wiped my cock clean on her hair. I sat back down and told her to do the same, my mind was made up and a plan had formed in my mind. It would be best to be nice to her now. "Thank you sweetheart, now that wasn't so bad was it." She slowly shook her head though the look on her face told me that she hadn't exactly enjoyed it, so fucking what, I did. She sat in humiliated silence as I rolled her a joint. "Her you go honey, your reward, I'll go and make you a nice cup of tea to get the taste out of your mouth, would you like that princess?" "Y-y-yes p-please John," was all she could meekly reply. On my way to the kitchen I went to my bedroom and got a handful of my exes sleeping tablets. Four would do the trick once crushed up and dissolved in her tea, she wouldn't taste it. Within ten minutes she was out like a light and I could put my plan into action. I went down into the basement which my former wife had insisted we convert into a spare bedroom and got to work. There was an old bed with an iron frame, two wardrobes with full mirrored doors, a dressing table with a mirror, another full length mirror, a couple of chairs and two large chests of drawers,. Off to the side was a small en-suite bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. It took me about two hours to make the room secure and suitable for what I had in mind, once I had finished it I gave it a final inspection. It would be perfect for my needs. Luckily due to my obsession with security, you have to be in my line of work, I had some surveillance equipment I could use. I hid a couple of small cameras covering the entire room I would be able to keep watch on her 24/7 either from my monitor upstairs or my mobile phone. Then I got my toolkit and installed a hook from the wooden ceiling beam and couple in other strategic places. She was still asleep in the chair, she would be for at least another ten hours, I picked her small, light, girly body up easily in my big arms and carried her downstairs to the basement. Before I went to bed I lit another joint and went on the internet to order some items that would come in handy for my plan. I already possessed quite a few BDSM things and I wanted to buy a couple of things that would make my sissy look more girly.