It was his routine.Until the farmer erected a new fence. A new electric fence. His howls echoed around the valley, his tortured cry as dozens of volts...shot up his piss and fried his cock. He cried, begging for it to stop, his hands trembled as his stomach convulsed to bring several pints of England's finest ale onto the woodland floor.He should have learnt his lesson. Two weeks later, what the silly drunk bugger do? His went for a leak in the same place.He hadn't learnt his lesson.His second. "yeah, suck it baby, suck it good" The way it feels as he nears his orgasm, the swelling of his shaft...he pumps it harder and harder, his fingers slamming against my lips. Then he will cry out..."ooooo I'm cumming now baby, I'm going to feed you, suck baby suck!"Oh God, the feeling of his cock as it pumps his hot cum into my mouth is the most heavenly feeling I know. His hand is moving so fast, pumping more and more cum, filling my mouth as I suck as hard as I can. Sometimes, I won't. A couple of months passed and I got a call from my beautiful Marie telling me she was coming to visit. She ended up staying with me and sharing my bed for almost a whole year. She worked as an exotic dancer and was making quite a name for herself. She was a very dominant and strict lover but understood my need for cock and man-juice. Once a week we brought home a guy we picked up at a sleazy club to fuck me good and hard but there were five rules:1. Marie chose what man we take home. She. He must try it again. This time, paying attention.Uhhmm. Jack mumbled as his brain churned with ideas. What if his co-workers were hotter? And female. Maybe resembling some pornstars or an actress he’d thought. Clicking onto a media browser and searching his favorite models.Visiting one of his go to nude model websites, {he} searches through the image gallery. “Owh! I like her.” Jack points out openly again. A little to comfortable that he’s alone.The girl goes by the name Calypso Muse.