Jeremy Morgan was the owner of several busy carriage parks and liveries in the Chicago area. In this year of 1893, he had organized and was operating a carriage park for the Chicago Worlds Fair. He was a rugged, strong man with a neatly trimmed beard, mustache, and a reputation for an excellent work ethic. He had a dozen employees at the fair taking in carriages and wagons for exhibitors and visitors, unhitching the horses and stabling them. Jeremy was very hands on, managing everything from the accounts to orders to jumping in and unhitching horses in order to keep the busy park moving. Wagons and carriages would be stored in a giant covered building while the horses were kept next door. He oversaw the delivery of food and supplies for the horses and even had a mechanic on hand to do on site repairs if a wagon needed a new handbrake or a wheel repair.
With rolled up sleeves and suspenders over his strong shoulders, Jeremy put in a full days work six days a week. He loved his work and was always amused with the non-stop parade of people stepping off their carriages, some fancier than others-both the carriage and their owners. Dusty, excited families would arrive in the most basic of wagons, fresh from a couple days ride from the countryside. Then the businessmen with their wives would arrive, and quite a few with their beautifully adorned mistresses. Jeremy shrewdly assessed each possible scenario, often helping ladies in fancy lace dresses and parasols down from their seats. The women rather enjoyed the extra attention from Jeremy, offering their silk-gloved hands to him as he gently helped them down, enjoying the views of their snugly corseted waists and cleavage peeking from underneath fine ruffled lace. The women knew he was looking, and would give him coy little smiles despite their husbands or lovers being nearby.
Ah, such little flirts, he would think. In his mind, he laughed to himself over the balding older men with their much younger, ample bosomed escorts. Would these ladies be as congenial with these men, just as affectionate, if they had only a fraction of the money? He wouldn't have to pay these women for their company, Jeremy thought to himself. He could see it in their eyes as they took his hand and allowed him to guide them out of their gilded carriages. They were sizing up his sturdy muscled arms and firm thighs, strong from physical labor. Coy little smiles would play at their brightly colored lips, seeing that look of male desire in his eyes, even for a brief moment. A fire would light inside of them, even when they were attended to by their rich and well dressed men.
It was true that Jeremy possessed a strong sex drive, and the tension he felt building thru the day welcoming the many charming, flirtatious ladies would need to be extinguished. But alas, on these long and busy days, he was without female company in the evenings. He had determined that he had to sacrifice something in life in order to be successful as he was, and that sacrifice, at least for now, was love.
Still, Jeremy was a healthy red-blooded man and he was attracted to women. All day he caught sight of big, bustled rear ends, the small waists and big breasts, wrapped up like pretty gifts in blue and pink frilly dresses. Shapely legs were adorned in silk stockings, high heels clicked across the hardwood floors. He would feel that stirring in his loins watching those luscious rounded rear ends swishing along, causing a needy ache as his balls filled with cream until they were heavy and nagging, inspired by the exciting displays of flesh and color. Later in the evenings, when he had to work late and was unable to join friends or colleagues for dinner, he would retire to his hotel room and unbutton his trousers, pulling out his big, thick erection and heavy balls. He enjoyed the sensation of keeping his trousers on and milking his cock thru his opened fly.
The sight of his big exposed erection thru his trousers excited him. He imagined being at work and milking for one of those ladies, showing her his big hard cock and firm balls sticking up and out, loaded with cum. He closed his eyes, standing upright with his legs apart, and fantasized about stroking for one of those frisky ladies while her man's back was turned. Mesmerized, she would watch with fascination his bobbing erection and swiftly bouncing balls rooted in his nest of dark pubic hair. The harder and firmer he got the longer he could get away with it, relishing that look of lust in her eyes as she watched his naughty, exciting display of thick man meat being pumped just for her. He would grunt at the thought, of just the two of them, sharing this dirty little moment, and the pleasure would start to course from his cock and spread thru out his balls and torso, making him moan with excitement.
Ah yes! Something to stroke to, those delicious, tempting titties, those pink nipples so perky and erect. Mmmmmmm! Such inspiration! He would close his eyes, bend his knees and thrust out his hips, inching forward to show the lady his drooling, stiff cock, keeping a firm milking grip on it. Now he was panting and bucking his hips, stroking with one hand and with the other, reaching under his loaded balls and lifting them up for her, showing her how much she had filled them, what was waiting for her at any moment.
"I'm so full of cum for you darling..." he whispered, imaging her licking her lips, watching, entranced...yes...yes...lean in closer...your fool husband won't know...just a little flick of your tongue on my cock head...yes...! Tease me you little slut! Let me feel your lips wrap around my cock...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Yes! Oh God, yes! Mmmmmmmm! Suck me darling, suck me all in, take this big cock...oooohhhhhh!!
With trembling legs, Jeremy could take no more, feeling himself balls deep in the little vixen's tight mouth, her breasts swinging about with each deep thrust of his hips. Standing at the foot of his bed, he threw his head back and cried out loudly in orgasm, thick spurts of cum shooting out of his cock in a glorious release. Down her throat it all went, swallow after swallow...good girl! Yes, such a good, dirty little girl...swallow it all down while your dear husband has his back turned...take it all, oh yes, another swallow...another...
He shuddered and shook, spasms wracking his body, his hand beginning to slow it's pace. Squeezing his cock with slow strokes, he emptied out every drop, making sure she would walk out of that carriage park with a belly full of cum.
His heavy breathing and sighs of pleasure filled the room, and a tremendous sense of relief and peace settled over him. At last, the tension eased. His fantasy began to fade, as his naughty lady licked her lips, got up and quickly turned to join her husband. He imagined himself watching her link arms with him as she stepped outside towards the fair. As they turned the corner she would quickly glance back at him, his erection still at attention for her, the scent of his cock under her nose and his load of cum all swallowed down like a good girl.
Enjoy the fair, sweet thing! Think of me when you fuck that rich old man of yours...
Regrettably, Jeremy's fantasies were not sustainable by the reality of his long and grueling work schedule, but there was one respite that he planned on taking advantage of that next Saturday evening. There were a number of brothels in the area he had been visiting, with many ladies available to serve the men who were working or visiting the fair. He wasn't above paying for some real relief, and to feel the soft flesh of a warm and receptive woman, fancy or not. He threw himself into his busy days, concentrating on orders of hay, axle repairs and bank deposits for the remainder of the week.
Finally it was close to the end of a long, Saturday. It had been hot, muggy and busy with customers. After settling a bill for an axle repair, Jeremy grabbed a towel in the office and started to wipe the sweat off his face when Patrick, the burly Irish mechanic, stepped in.
"We're all going down to The Gold Frog after we close, Jeremy...you're the man of honor tonight."
Jeremy finished wiping his face, then looked at Patrick curiously.
"I am? I'm always the last one to know."
Patrick laughed.
"Long day, eh? I supposed you just forgot today was your birthday. We're taking you out for a beer."
Jeremy rolled his eyes. Another birthday rears it's head! Which one was this...the 37th? 38th? The last few years had been so all consuming with work they seemed to have all blurred together.
Jeremy smiled and laughed.
"I won't argue with that! And The Gold Frog? I hear they have some fine ladies there."
The Gold Frog was a more refined establishment, in the evenings filled with fair goers looking for something a bit more adult beyond popcorn and root beer floats. On tap was the best beer in town as well as a full range of mixed drinks. In the back of the establishment there was a brothel that he had always wanted to pay a visit to at some point, and tonight, he may just be able to kill two birds with one stone.
Later that evening Jeremy was seated at a table at The Gold Frog with several of his employees. Patrick the mechanic, Jonathan and Ian who tended to the horses and Henry, one of the drivers. Conversation wandered between what was going on at the fair to issues at work and eventually, to women. Jeremy took a sip from his second beer as Henry mentioned the many finely dressed ladies coming in with their benefactors, and how flirty they often got with Jeremy.
"The ladies are probably all worked up after bouncing on those bustles for hundreds of miles. The way they make eyes at you when they get off their coaches makes me think you don't have to be as rich as those old coots they come with."
Jeremy and the other men laughed.
"He's rich alright...he may not get the high rent women but he gets to work with us!" Ian joked.
"We've been really busy this year," said Jonathan. "And I've never worked for a more generous man. Bonuses at the end of every event on top of a decent wage...to the great Horseman!"
