A Proposition For You

A farm in upstate New York. Marcus had been doing manual labor on the farm for the summer. A favor from a friend of his family. At 20, he had taken an interest in physical fitness, and while he was getting plenty of exercise at the gym at his college campus, he had heard old tales about his relatives, how they grew large amounts of muscle from doing farm labor. “Country Strong,” they called it. He wanted to be as strong as them. Fortunately, a co-worker of his father’s had put a good word in to his cousin Buford, a 51-year-old white man who owned the farm property. He needed a strong farmhand, and as strong and capable as Marcus was, he was perfect for the job. Every weekday, from sunrise to sunset, he’d do heavy lifting around the farm; lifting bales of hay, carrying lumber to build sheds, even bringing in the manure. He had built up a tremendous amount of muscle in the first month on the farm. Buford had noticed this, as did Buford’s wife, Edna. Edna was a voluptuous 46-year-old redhead with rosy skin. Edna would eye Marcus while he lifted those heavy bales of hay, his dark, sweaty muscles glistening in the sun. Marcus took note of Edna’s smiling at him during the day. She would always wear the thinnest sun dresses, her big natural cleavage in plain view, and the curve of her round ass accentuated by the dress. She always did have a desire to be with a Black man, and now that one was on the farm, she didn’t mind flirting with him. She would bring water to Marcus, sweet talking him, complimenting him on his muscles, saying how it was great to have a strong black man on the farm, winking and walking away. Marcus, being the gentleman he was, smiled and went back to his work every time. He was turned on by her, but he knew she was married, and out of respect to Buford, never approached her. Buford was well aware of Edna’s attraction to Marcus. Truthfully, Buford was turned on by the thought of his wife getting fucked by a strong, Black man. At 51, Buford was no spring chicken. He had trouble lasting in bed, even as sexy as his wife was at her age. He knew Marcus could do what he couldn’t, and more. He wanted nothing more than to see his wife brought to orgasm by a strong Black stud.

One afternoon, Buford approached Marcus as he was finishing his daily load. “Marcus! How’s the day’s work coming along?” “Just fine, Mr. Buford,” Marcus replied. “Good, good. Listen, Marcus, I have a proposition for you,” Buford began. “I know you’ve been looking at Edna, and Edna’s definitely got the hot for you.” Uh oh, Marcus thought. He figured he was on thin ice with his boss. “Oh, don’t worry. You’re not in any trouble at all. I’m actually quite alright with it!” Buford replied. Marcus raised a confused eyebrow.