The destination was a farm house, it turned out to be quite the distance away from the city. It wasn’t a hard thing to find when he finally starts to pull up, no other turn offs. He sees one of the standard red barns, moving towards the farmhouse, he sees a cowgirl standing out with just a pair of overalls.

She didn’t seem to be to interested, but didn’t step towards, just calling out from her spot on the porch. He notices that a few things weren’t looking great out there, a step seemed to have been smashed, and a swing chair was hanging by somewhat rusted chains.

"You the guy my sister sent to wait here for her?" She asks, not really trying to be to friendly. He could notice the fact that she isn’t wearing anything as he approaches the brown cow.

Farom nods at her, "She seems to be encouraging bout her own special little thing. I plan to have a great drink from her. Then again, I’m also planning to make sure we are both empty." He chuckles and notices her flush just a little.

She shakes her head a little, "Better bring you in then. My sister is going to be a couple of hours at least." Shifting, she seems to be walking a little bow-legged. He could tell her ass is squeezing, muscles tight, seeming to have the possibility of something hidden up her behind.

The rabbit doesn’t act like he has noticed her, "Why does your sister work in the city since you girls have a farm yourselves?" Taking in the living room, there is a couch and a pair of armchairs turned towards a television, obviously there to entertain, he also sees a couple of cameras that are focused towards the center of the living room.

"Can I get you a beer?" She asks looking as if she wants to get out of my sight, her eyes on those cameras. She seems to have a little bit of a concern as to them, but doesn’t mention what seems to be her issue. 

Farom nods, "Yeah, I can use one." His answer bringing her focus from them, "So what am I supposed to call you? Your sister didn’t tell me your name." He calls out as she wanders down the hall. Her hips swaying just a little, definite birthing hips.

She stops a moment, also realizing she hadn’t introduced herself, "Kathryn. Not really creative of our parents to name us so close."

Farom shakes his head a little and takes a seat on one of the arm chairs, deciding to just sit down and wait for her to come back. There is a faint musk around the room, like someone had consistently worked out in the room. The floor was a hardwood, worn with a constant traffic, but not unpleasant, there is a few scratches from the wear of hooves over it.

Farom sits there looking around the room, it wasn’t an unpleasant chair, but with nothing to do, he did start to get bored. He checks his phone for the time and squints a little at it, it had been almost 5 minutes since the woman had left.

He stands up, deciding that he should go and find her. He follows the hall back towards where he believes the kitchen is, there is a couple of closed doors along the way that he ignores, probably leading to bedrooms or the basement, his silent approach let’s him arrive at the door, and find a beautiful sight.

There is a heavy wooden table, resting the middle of the kitchen, a few more camera’s are in the area. A flashing red light on them, giving various angles towards the nude cow. Her overalls had been tossed on the floor and ignored, she had a bottle that was firmly shoved in and out of her slit.

Her head is facing away from him, letting himself only get a few glimpses as to what is happening. She seems to be narrating towards the camera’s as he leans against the door frame watching on.

"Sorry about this, seems like my sister had a friend come over. I’m going to be quick, he is waiting for me in the living room. So I will have to cut our daily show short." She says and bites her lip, experienced hands working over her body, even with an improvised toy, she knows exactly what her body needs.

Farom doesn’t stop her, letting the cow work herself towards the finish. He does, however, let himself free, his own hand playing over his own organ. Not rough strokes, just enough to keep himself ready to play. He takes in the woman’s back, getting a good look at her.

Just like her sister, he had seen that she had a heavy pair of breasts, he could see that her hands are barely able to hold the large pair of orbs. She seemed to be extremely sensitive nipples, only lightly playing with her mounds causes her to let out low moo’s of satisfaction. Her other hand is working the neck of the bottle at a rapid pace. Her tail has a band just under the tuft of fur.

He already knew about how beautiful her hips were, and he had the general idea of her ass, having no real chance to see what it looks like. He doesn’t interrupt her show, holding his own one in the background. He listens to the sounds causing his length to twitch with every time she bites her lip to keep from being discovered.

While she seemed to have said that she was going to be quick, she didn’t really even notice the time passing. Getting into her own groove, Farom is careful not to disrupt her, just being a background character to her starring role.

He can tell when she is starting to get to the ‘climax’ of her show. Giving a chuckle in his mind, the only real thing she does to show off is shift her legs spread, setting her legs up on the table, one arm set down behind to support. She seemed to be panting in the bliss, soaking in the enjoyment she had, even with the bottle still up to it’s neck.

Only a minute later does she seem to remember, "Well, I am going to head off for now, I shouldn’t keep the guest waiting. Sorry for cutting our time short, hope you guys will enjoy the show that I will plan to make up for it." She says moving to hop off the table, taking the moment to grab the bottle out and set it down. She notes idly that it is now warm.

Farom smiles a little and chuckles from the door, causing her to look up at him, a bit shocked. She doesn’t even seem to register what he was doing, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

He grins and just motions downward to break her out, her head follows his hand, watching where it goes. She shakes off her stunned state, he says before she gets a word out, "I’m sure your viewers will love to see what you do to apologize. Shall I turn your ass as red as your face right now?" He chuckles. She hadn’t blushed, but he wasn’t going to let anyone else know.

He grins at her, "Or do you want to try avoiding punishment?" He says and licks his lips. Kathryn lets a little smile out, not saying anything, she moves away. Pulling back from the table and letting out a fake whimper. "Let’s take your ass to the living room. Don’t forget my beer." He grunts at her, letting her choose what to do.

She didn’t have a problem quickly switching cameras, leaving the one in the kitchen on a timer. Wanting her viewers see her swaying ass as she walks holding a fresh bottle. He doesn’t have a problem with that, moving to sit down on the armchair again, reclaiming his spot, looking towards the now blinking red light.

He drums his fingers playing impatient at the cow that is making him wait. When she arrives, he growls a little, "What took you so long? Fermenting the beer yourself?" He says grabbing the longneck, the cap was already popped off, Kathryn stands, waiting for directions. Her head is bowed in a position of remorse. He grunts, "What are you doing? Get my pants off, I don’t plan to leave without some fun myself." She nods and drops down, carefully taking off his shoes first, setting them to the side of the chair nicely. Her nose is barely inch away from his shaft, the warm air keeping him stimulated. 

She is careful with the next movement, bringing her lips to his button, skilled lips and tongue forcing it open. Her neck is pressed against it, letting out a hum that gently strokes. She moves to make sure his zipper is fully down, lips wrap around it, nose pressed against the underside causes him to shiver.

He moves his free hand to rest against her head, holding it, "Don’t move your head now. I’ll give you a ‘reward’ if you manage to keep it there." Farom says bringing his hands to his waist and starts to slowly pull it down. He doesn’t make it easy but does lift them a little, pre leaking out of his tip onto her nose.

He takes another swallow, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. She didn’t move her nose, it strokes a little against him, letting out another dribble. He isn’t making a noise, or telling her anything as he finishes his drink, taking a pull every minute or so, not enough to finish it quick though.

His free hand strokes her head, scratching behind her ears like a dog. He lifts the bottle and checks it, swallowing the last bit and putting it down. "Good girl, why don’t you get me cleaned up, seems like your show got me a bit worked up." He says with a nod, the cowgirl lets out a long lick, like she was savoring his cock.

She takes slow, steady licks that causes him to be constantly leaking. His cock giving light little twitches with every touch of her rough tongue. His breathing hitching every time that her strong appendage comes to his tip. It causes him to every time, to let out more pre, leaving her more to clean up on his length. She is delicate with her administration of licks that keep his blood flowing.

He stops her a moment later, "Now I’ll have my fun later, I still have to teach you a lesson." He says and grabbing her hair to pull her back. "Get your ass over my knees." Ordering her, making her look him in the eye.

He could sense a bit of lust from her, causing a smile to play on his lips.  She does not take to long to move as soon as her head is free. She was laying from his right, letting him use his dominant.

He finally gets the chance to see what she had hidden between her tight cheeks.  He sees there is a plug, one of those with a gemstone setting, making it obvious she expected it to be seen, even if it is just her faceless viewers.

He grins and raises his hand and let’s it fall, giving the sudden surprise to the woman under him.  His hand is a constant pace, raising and dropping his hand, the crisp sound of his hand smacking, starting to change the color of her ass, mixing in with her brown fur, not to noticeable, but still nice.

He gets into a rhythm, letting his arm raise and fall.  Each smack landing on the beautiful firmness.  His left hand keeps her tail pulled up and towards her spine, like he was trying to get her ass to raise to meet his hand.  He could feel her breasts lightly swaying and hitting against his leg, his cock was pressing firmly against her side.

More pre starting to leak out of his shaft, dribbling into her short fur.  He closes his eyes a moment to enjoy it.  His hands were constantly smacking both sides and he has a shiver of pleasure in himself.  He couldn’t deny himself, not really caring about her pleasure to much at this moment.

She had let out some cries, nothing loud, but enough to show it hurt.  He takes a breath and moves his right on her ass, “Get up, now is time for a reward.  I want to have you bounce on my cock, make sure you work hard to get yourself off, I’m not going to help.”  He chuckles.

Farom releases her tail and moves his hands to the arm, letting her recover, moving to let his arms rest on the chair, not moving himself.  Kathryn seems in a little daze, standing and moving so that she is facing the camera at least, she moves to get herself perched over him, just barely resting his tip against her lips.  Her hands just lightly guiding him into her sinking slit.

He doesn’t move, but let’s out a groan, her slit is warm, and tightly gripping his cock.  It feels like a piece of velvet wrapping him, she starts to show a good sense of control on her muscles, the muscles slowly tightening around him.  She is breathing heavy, he could see her eyes are a little lidded, she almost felt like she could possibly fall asleep and perform this action.

Her body shivers a little as she presses her bruised ass, the shiver causes her to spasm slightly.  The sense of pressure on his already sensitive shaft was building him up quickly.  Her left hand was playing with her breast, her right hand stroking over her clit.  Her back pressing against his chest, she was  just barely over his head for height.

Her right hand moves down to tease his full sack, working his orbs in the velvety palm, feeling like he was getting ready to release, he doesn’t give her any warning, just letting out in her with a grunt and a happy sigh of satisfaction, while his cock still twitching in her quivering pussy.  It wasn’t as loud as she was during the kitchen, much more subdued, but satisfying to her also, the feel of seed in her, no real worry about the fact that neither were using any sort of protection.

It was a few minutes before she starts up the end of her show again, this time, thanking Farom for ‘guest starring.’  Her back still pressed against him.

He lets out a happy sigh as she grabs his arms to wrap around her stomach, “Thanks for that.  Most of the time, people don’t want to be in front of a camera, knowing others can see.”  A shiver comes through, once again, sending a squeezing press through her slit.  “Mind if I just sleep here?” She asks turning her head a little.

Farom smiles and lightly gives a kiss to her neck, “No problem, I think I am going to sleep also.  Hope your sister won’t mind this.”  He says, trying to move to have his chin resting on her shoulder.  She is just far up enough to only allow his lips to press against them.

Kathryn chuckles, “She probably planned to greet you like this.  While she enjoys her work, she loves to be in front of the camera.”  She says as her fingers play over his arms.  “Most likely more honest then I am about it.”

Farom chuckles, finding his spot on her back, lips right under the skull, “I’m not going to complain.  We can chat about it later.”  He says and feels himself drift with the cow stroking his arms.