Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Daisy in Bloom - Farm Life Pt. 01

... daddy."

It was too much.

With a loud cry, Daisy came all over the flowers below, watering them with her fluids and feeling hot tears rolling down her blubbering cheeks. Her legs shook like two powerlines in an earthquake. Her hips even buckled once, twice, thrusting involuntarily as she shot out more crystal-clear ejaculate all over the earth like an obscene watering can.

Her energy spent, she sank to her knees the moment he let her go. Daisy wrapped her arms around her chest and sniffled. For the first time in her life, Daisy felt compelled to put her top back on. She eyed it, reached for it, then let it be. What did it matter?

The stranger sat down and wiped his hand on his gray trousers. He seemed to pay her no notice. That was when she saw it--a huge shape bulging from the center of his pants, like a tent erected sideways. It was the same thing that she had felt against her body, when he had first groped her.

"Nice day out, huh?" the man asked.

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His name was Hulton Brim, as a matter of fact, and he had come from the Northwest. He had played cards and games of dice in that region and somehow won much more than he had lost. By some stroke of luck he had seen fit to invest those winnings into a risky company started up by a few friends and a kooky entrepreneur named Black Bill. Wouldn't you know it, the company had turned a mighty profit--and how! Within five years it had the best stock going, if only for a few days.

In yet another stroke of luck ...

... Mr. Brim had actually sold his shares (every last one, to his friends' chagrin) shortly before the company went under. That made Hulton Brim a lucky man thrice over, and to his mind any man who got that lucky three times in a row was a special man indeed, a giant among dwarfs who stood above the common folk while sometimes stooping to engage in their vices. All in all, a mean specimen of Homo Sapiens and a gambler to boot and, as Agatha Pedigree helpfully explained over some afternoon tea, the new honored house guest at the 77 Acre Farm.

This revelation made Daisy gnash her teeth in disbelief, doubly so when Hulton affixed her with a calculating stare and paper-thin smile. Lady seemed unhappy about it too, all things considered, but was wising up to the concept when she saw the stranger's bag which contained, among other things, a few wads of cash.

Money, that's what it always comes down to ladies and gentlemen. Let us not forget as we sit under the stars and tell nasty swallow-or-spit stories that money opens all doors. Indeed Agatha had agreed to let him stay in exchange for rent (a rent which far exceeded the value of a single bed and breakfast, it should be noted). This money could easily maintain their farm, could pay for their food so that they need not live off the land as was the custom even in the long winter.

Her fists balled in rage, Daisy had wanted to say something--had wanted to warn her mother about this man and his vile habits, though she knew not how ...