The Collie and the Stallion: Farm Hand Lust (erotic eBook teaser)

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I...well...lusted for him. How could I not? Sure, I was working on the family farm, preparing to take it over one day as a working collie dog, but the stallion, wow... He caught my eye.

Sam was a powerhouse of a working stud stallion - well, he wasn't working at stud, no, but he should have been. He was with me, doing the hard labour on the farm, harvesting, ploughing the fields, even though we used big machines for it those days. That helped a lot more than I expected it did before in the olden days.

But I digress. Sam was a stud and, well, who wasn't going to go for a damn good roll in the hay with him around the back of the barn when opportunity presented itself? His thickness rose to attention and I could not help but arch into his touch too, groaning deeply, letting him handle me easily, too easily.

Almost submissively.

"What a good puppy..."

Yes... Yes, I would be a good puppy for him, always for him, only for him. As long as I got his thick stud stick inside me, one way or the other, as Sam showed me exactly what having fun with him was all about!


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The Collie and the Stallion


Farm Hand Lust

Okay, so... I knew I shouldn't have been slacking off on work. Again. Yes, again. Not like it was anything all that new to me, I wasn't silly about how I was. I grew up in a rural community, though I did head into the town for college, but university and further studies weren't for me. Sure, I could have done something with agricultural studies, but Sam had already been there and done that and I still knew better than him when it came to things around the farm. All I had to do was to stay up to date with everything, learning how to run the farm that was owned by my family, to keep everything going as smoothly as anything did on a farm.

But Sam... Oh... Okay. I understood why he had gone for formal studies and training, but there was only so much, in the end, that could be learned there. At least, that was what I thought - and what the stallion said too when he saw what the real, dirty, paws-on (or hands-on) work was. I appreciated how keen he was to get stuck into things, whether it was lambing, shearing sheep, combining, ploughing the fields - none of those things in the correct order for the seasons, but, well, only so much could be gotten out in one go.

Farming was unrelenting work and, perhaps, I was not ready for that. I was a collie, smooth coated, with a white blaze on my face with a couple of black flecks in it. They said that I was born for work like that and it would be good for me, but, well, I still carved my own way. I was more interested in horses and other things affiliated with modern farming, running holiday cottages, making things accessible for other anthros that didn't understand what farming was.

But I was only twenty and, well...heh. I mean, it was never that easy to keep a canine mind occupied on one task and one task alone.

Not when Sam and I were arm in arm behind the barn that housed the big farm equipment and machinery, our lips pressed together, humping and grinding lustfully and passionately against each other like teenagers in a haystack. Not that I'd ever fucked, quite honestly, as a teenager in a haystack, but sometimes things just panned out like that, little sayings sticking in my head.

The horse was too hot to be believed, muscled for the gods as I ran my paws over him with a soft moan and a whimper. It should have been criminal to have muscles like that, the two of us in the shadow of the barn, the yard and farm quiet around us.

Many of the others were out combining or doing whatever. Considering my studies and all that crap, I should have known a lot more about it than what I did. Or maybe it was the deep, languid sweep of the horse's tongue up against my own that really did it for me, what took my breath away in a way that no other and no one else ever had done before. It was as if he was trying to explore my mouth with every stroke and lap and tease of his tongue, but not in a weird way. Oh, the stud horse most certainly knew how to use his tongue...

I wondered what else it was that that tongue could do.

"Sam..." I breathed, his lips so close that I swore I could taste the hay-flavoured cigarette on his breath. "Damn, I mean... Fuck... That..."

But the horse only chuckled and nuzzled down my neck with those so very soft lips of his, caressing as much as he tickled. The stallion already knew that he didn't need to work me up as much as he was, that my prick was already hard and pressed out from its sheath, swollen and aching for attention. Yet that attention was coming, one way or another, though I didn't quite yet know where and how the stallion could take me.

"You're so cute when you whimper like that, Glen," he chuckled, licking my nose, though I only gave a very un-canine-like squawk at that and pulled away, even if it was still only playful. "Can you make that sound for me again?"

Of course, I would... Oh, how I needed to make that sound for him time after time again. Maybe it would only end up being a quick fling or maybe it would be something more, though I wanted to know, oh, so much...

I needed it, all as his paws slid down my front, fumbling with my belt, my jeans. I couldn't help it, not as my head fell back and I gulped, though he got one step ahead of me yet again. It was easy, somehow, for him to get my belt free and my zip down, easing down my jeans to reveal my boxers and the hard swell of my cock through them. My sheath was tight already around the base of my cock and I rolled my shaft lustfully into the press of his paw as he caressed me, showing me just a little bit of what more he could do for me.

"Let me make you feel real good, Glen," Sam murmured, that cheeky little glint in his eye as before. "You've been working so hard lately..."

Oh, he was such a tease! And not in the good way. He just wanted me to know that he was keeping an eye on me at work too, though we both knew that wasn't something that we needed to worry about at that time. Not as he yanked down my boxers too with a hungry nicker, revealing my hard, throbbing cock. It was a fair size, neither too big nor too small, and I whimpered as I thrust into his paw, unable to help myself.

"Fuck, Sam... What are you doing to me?" I grunted, head swimming, though my hands automatically found their way to his head as he dropped to his knees, even though I hadn't been expecting that. "Mmmph... Sam?"

It was intoxicating how boldly he clasped my cock, as if we had already done it a hundred times before, stroking up and down, lips so close. Teasing lips, taunting lips, lips that could throw a wisecrack and take one right back too.

And then those lips pressed around the head of my cock and suckled the length of my shaft into his mouth, sweeping all thoughts of everything and anything else from my mind. I didn't need to think when he was so easily and skilfully sucking down my cock into his mouth, cradling it gently and wantonly on a broad, fleshy tongue. His tongue swirled around me, slipping back and forth, though the want was there, desire pulsing deeply, with every beat of my heart.

I couldn't say anything, grunting and groaning, rocking my hips in short, sharp, driving thrusts. My cock wasn't long enough, after all, to drive up into the back of his throat or hurt him in any way, so I didn't have to hold back, though Sam bobbed his head fervently enough for both of us. He sucked on my shaft with his cheeks hollowing, taking the entire length into his muzzle with every bob of his head, tail flicking back as if he was thoroughly enjoying everything. Not that I had a particular wealth of sexual experience at my disposal, but I'd never seen a stallion on his knees sucking dick quite so freely.

It wasn't that he was submissive though, oh no... No, there was something much more to it than that, Sam planting a heavy paw on my hip as he grunted around my length, holding me back against the back of the storage barn. Fuck, that was hot... And it stopped me from thrusting too, even as rampant need coursed through me, sweating through the underarms of my tougher, work shirt. A couple of buttons too many were undone at the top, allowing the thicker fluff of my chest to spill out, though I was not concerned about it. Being a bit rougher around the edges was just about my style.

Sam sucked on my cock as if he had something to prove, my knot growing, though I was almost ashamed to admit that I was already getting close. Even then, how could I blame myself when such a hot tongue and lips were both wrapped around my dick? He pressed on, sucking harder, slurping on my cock, his eyes twinkling as if he knew exactly what was going on and the effect he was having on me.

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Thank you for reading! This story is available to purchase, worldwide, via Smashwords and Commiss.io!

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