“Hand me that tail comb, please.” the girl said to Donna. It was mid morning the
next day and Donna had wondered into one of the stables and was watching Betsy cleaning
and brushing a horse. “You’re new here, aren’t you? I saw you yesterday with Toby and
again last night. No, that’s a currycomb. Hand me that long thing. Yeah, that’s it.” she
said when Donna touched a metal comb on the tray. “They bounced my ass over to dressage
this morning. That bastard Dan doesn’t like me. What are you doing here?”
“I’m just looking around,” Donna said.
“They usually start the new people in shoveling shit. That’s where I started a
couple years ago.”
“Why did you get transferred?”
“Oh, that black prick, Dan Black, doesn’t like it when I won’t beat a horse. He’s
had a hard-on for me from day one.”
“Maybe if you were nicer to him,” Donna said casually fishing for information.
“Hell, I would have been nicer,” Betsy said with a laugh. “I tried to be real nice
to him, if you get my meaning, but Dan won’t fuck with the help. Pity, too. I hear he’s
got a big package. Hey, the room beside mine is empty. It’s pretty nice so you should grab
it before the rest of the summer people get here.”
“Thanks, maybe I will,” Donna said. She wandered on down through the stable and
occasionally stopped to watch something interesting.
There were five big stables and a lot of other buildings scattered around. She
wandered into each of them. One was a long garage-like building. It contained trucks,
tractors and other equipment she didn’t recognize. She started out when she heard a
strange sound coming from the loft of the building. Her curiosity was aroused so she went
back to the center of the building and silently went up the ladder. The roof was green
fiberglass and the sun cast an eerie green glow. The loft apparently was for hay storage
and she eased along the narrow corridor between the stacked bales. She heard the sound
again and she peered into the greenish gloom. She nearly gasped aloud when she saw them. A
white woman was being fucked by a dark skinned man. The girl was bent over a hay bale and
the man was slamming into her from behind.
“Give it to me hard, Buck!” the woman said. “Hit that pussy, man!” From what Donna
could see the man was doing his best to meet the girl’s demands.
“Damn, Holly, you got a tight cunt,” the man said. “Nobody would ever guess that
you are a big ol’ slut that has had a thousand cocks in you.”
Donna stood, frozen in place. The copulating couple hadn’t notice her or if they
did they didn’t care. It wasn’t until the man grunted and ejected into the girl that Donna
moved. She carefully backed out of the area and ran down the ladder, her face blazing
red.
“Whoa, where you going in such a hurry?” Toby Ellis said as she bounced off of him.
She would have fallen if he had not caught her.
“Nowhere,” she stammered, freeing herself from his grasp.
“Well you certainly are in a hurry to get there. Why are you flushed?” Just then
the door of the equipment barn opened and the couple came out. The woman was pulling tuffs
of hay out of her hair and he was zipping his pants up.
“He-ing and she-ing,” Donna said softly as the young couple scurried past them.
“Ah, I see,” Toby said with a grin. “Happened up on something did you? That was
Buck and Holly,” He said watching them disappear into a stable. “Apparently taking their
break. Have you had lunch?” She shook her head. “Good, let’s go into town to Daisy’s
diner.”
***
“My God, this place is right out of Mayberry,” Donna said lifting a corner of the
checkered plastic tablecloth.
“Too right,” Toby said. “They do have a blue-plate special, by the way, but I
recommend the steak and gravy with mashed potatoes. I’ll have pinto beans and coleslaw,
but you can feel to experiment from the menu if you want.”
“I’ll follow your lead,” she said putting the menu back between the sugar shaker
and the napkin holder. “I have to ask, how does anything get done around the farm? I mean
if they pair off like that anytime the mood hit’s them.”
“You have to realize that they start at the crack of dawn. They had already put in
five hours when you caught them. A lot of the activity tapers off during the midday when
it’s hot. They take a noon break and get back to work later in the afternoon. Some of them
will work until black dark Taking care of horses is a full time job. They have to eat and
drink and be attended to every day. That’s why the work day is staggered. Did they know
you saw them?”
“No,” she answered shaking her head. “I don’t think so. They were pretty much
caught up in what they were doing. I noticed he is black.”
“Yeah, pretty dark,” Toby agreed.
“Last night, I saw Betsy going off with another black man.”
“Betsy and Holly like their meat kinda dark. They’re not the only ones,” Toby said.
“Look Donna, unofficially we know there is a lot of pairing off. We know that there is
some interracial pairing, but frankly we don’t think it’s any of our business what they
do. Consenting adults and all that stuff. All we want is a day’s work for a day’s pay and
we get that or put ‘em on the road. You were at the barracks last night?” She told him
about her visit.
“Like I said, Betsy like ‘em dark. She just had the one guy?”
“That was all I saw. Why? What do you mean?”
“I used the term paring, but I’m sure there are other combinations. Word is Betsy
likes more than one guy at a time.” He took a long drink of his iced tea. “So, Donna
Middleton. Are you a party person like your old man was?”
“No, I doubt that anyone would accuse me of that. I don’t understand it. Down here
people talk about my dad and it is like they are describing someone I don’t even know.
I’ve never knew him to attend a party, much less host one.”
“I’ve heard that a lot of great men have more than one persona,” Toby said. “They
show the people they work and deal with one persona and the people they relax with another
side of them.” He laughed at the look on her face. “Didn’t think I even knew the word
persona, did you? Just a big old horseman and dumb as a sack of anvils about anything
else.”
“No, I didn’t think that at all,” she protesting. “You think my father was a great
man?”
“Sure,” Toby said. “He was great at what he did. I damned sure didn’t like him, but
I admired him. Son of a bitch knew how to make money, for sure. Do you?”
“Do I what? Know how to make money?” he nodded. The waitress brought them their
food. “Yes I do,” she answered his question. “I think I’m better at it than my father
was.”
“Really? That’s saying something. Why do you think you’re better? Are you smarter
that ol’ Hal?”
“No, not smarter,” she answered. “What is this?”
“Corn muffin. So if you are not smarter…”
“My father started out with less than five hundred dollars and a dream. I’m
starting out with well over five hundred million in liquid assets. It’s much easier to
make money when you have it already. This food is good. I wonder if Mrs. Miller knows how
to make this?”
“Gladys knows,” Toby assured her. “All Kentucky women know how to make a meal like
this. It’s in the blood. Five hundred million, huh? Guess you won’t be worried about where
your next meal comes from. I wonder what it’s like to have that much money?”
“Pretty good,” Donna said after swallowing her mouthful of food. “What? You’re not
rich?”
“Ha! Far from it,” Toby said. “No, that’s not right. I am rich. I’m just a bit
short on cash.”
They finished the meal in silence. Donna surprised herself by finishing every bite
of the food.
“Okay, I have to work this off,” she said patting her full stomach. “Is there a gym
near here?”
“No, not really. I run early in the morning before daylight. Feel free to join
me.”
“Where do you run?”
“On the race track, of course. I figure it’s good enough for horses, it’s good
enough for me. It’s nice and smooth because they’ll run the drag over it after the last
race.
“Thanks for lunch,” she said when they got back to the farm. “Maybe I’ll see you
for a run in the morning.”
“I’ll be there ’bout daylight,” Toby said. “Dress is casual,” he added with a wave
of his hand.
***
“Mrs. Miller seemed insulted when I asked her if she could make corn muffins,”
Donna said as she and Toby jogged along the track. The sun was just peeking over the
horizon and it was already warm.
“I told you all southern women can fix cornbread,” Toby replied with a grin. I’m
sure many northern women can, too, but they all want to put sugar in it, and that’s just
wrong. All cornbread needs is butter on it.”
Twice they had to move to the side of the track to give way to horses. One large
gray horse came by throwing huge clods of dirt at them when it passed.
“Possible derby winner there,” Toby said. “He’s got everything he needs to be a
champion, especially heart.” Donna asked him if the horse was a gelding or stallion. “He’s
still got everything he was born with. Of course, we’re not breeding him yet. He’ll get
his chance to be a runner and then if he makes the grade we’ll see if he’s a breeder.”
After the run they walked for a while.
“Are you ready for a swim?” Toby asked her. Before she could tell him she wasn’t
wearing a bathing suit she steered her to a long narrow pool with a ramp at both ends.
Donna was still protesting when he shoved her down the ramp and into the icy water.
“This is where we hydro-exercise the horses,” Toby said swimming beside her to the
far end which was about fifty yards away. “It’s filtered and as clean as your bath water
so don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t worried about the water,” she said laughing. “How am I doing to get back
to the house to change into something dry?”
“Not to worry about that either,” he said laughing. “I plan to strip you and hook
you up to a hot walker. By that time your clothes should be dry.”
Donna wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. She found the idea of being stripped by
Toby wasn’t such a bad image. When they got to the other end of the horse swimming pool,
he led her to a nearby building and handed her a towel.
“Go in that empty stall and take off your wet clothes,” Toby told her. “Hand them
out to me and I’ll toss our stuff in a dryer and hand them back to you all nice and dry.”
“You have a dryer here?’ she asked handing him her wet things across the half
door.
“Yes, we used a lot of towels and things. Also we wash our own saddle pads and
blankets.”
“Come on out,” he called a short while later. “I have something you should see.”
“Okay, but this towel isn’t very big,” she said wrapping the towel around her. She
went toward the sound of his voice. “Where are…holy shit, Toby!” she gasped. Toby was
leaning against a large gas dryer and he was naked and sported a king-size hard-on. “Is
that thing really you?”
“It is and I knew you would want to see it,” he said taking the wet towel from her.
He tossed the towel away and gathered her up in his arms. His kiss added fuel to the fire
the sight of his large cock started.
She found that a horse blanket spread out on straw made a wonderful place for sex.
She also discovered how randy she was. He mounted her and she accepted his big cock with
something akin to gratitude. It had been much too long for her.
At first the coupling was almost frenzied, but soon settled down into a long
enjoyable fuck. Toby took her up, up, and off into pure ecstasy. One racking orgasm
right after another. Each one better than the last one.
“Oh my God!” Donna breathed when he shot his seed deep inside her. “That was…that
was…incredible!”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Toby said letting his softened cock fall out of her gaping
pussy. “You are one hellious fuck. We’re goina need to do that again.”
“Now?” she asked.
“No, not right away,” he said with a chuckle. “Unlike some men, I need some
recharge time. The crew will be coming down to wash the horse’s towels pretty soon and
unless you want them to see you in all your glory with cum running down your legs you
should get dressed. Our clothes are dry now.”
Using the wet towel, Donna tried to catch most of Toby’s seed. She tossed it on the
pile of dirty towels and quickly put her jogging clothes on. Suddenly she felt awkward and
didn’t know what to say to the big trainer. He seemed to sense it.
“Hey, you are a hot woman and I’m a red-blooded man,” he said taking her into his
arms again. He kissed her long and deep. “We did something we both wanted and I’m speaking
for myself, but I enjoyed the hell out of it.”
“Thank you, Toby,” she said and kissed him back. “I also enjoyed the hell out of
it. You are right, we must do it again.”
“And soon,” he added. “Come on and let’s get out of here. One of us has a lot of
work to do.”
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