12 comments/ 17949 views/ 10 favorites Eighteen Months By: Christie052780 I'd just started the second semester of my freshman year of college when I got the news that my parents had been killed in a traffic accident. They'd been driving to work and a semi-truck crossed the median and ended their happy lives. My parents were just renting their house so after the funeral and after I got their things sold off there wasn't much else for me to do so with my summer semester paid for by a student loan I went back to school after the funeral. All too soon the semester ended and I had to deal with some realities. My grades were pretty good and I was looking forward to finishing school but now with my parents gone their signatures on my student loan didn't count anymore. Despite a lot of pleading on my part I wasn't just cut off from finishing school I was also saddled with a hefty debt that was going to have to be paid off. School was over for me and I had to start looking at other options and that included a serious effort to find a place to live. I started asking around with friends if I could stay with them for the fall and I hate to say but I found out who my friends were. No one gave a damn for me and I realized that if I'd gone missing no one in the world would really care. It was an act of desperation when I called my 'Uncle' Kevin. He wasn't really my uncle; he was my aunt's widower. She'd died of cancer a few years before and left Kevin the family ranch. In a way I had a right to be there but the place was legally his since he and my Aunt had bought it. I wasn't expecting him to let me come live there and I was surprised when he said we could talk about it if I wanted to come visit. We'd never really been close or anything so it was pretty nice that he'd even consider letting me live there and I was also relieved to at least have a place to stay even if it was just for a few days. A week later found me getting out of a taxi on a road well outside of Cody, Wyoming. The taxi let me off at the gate and I walked the mile up the drive to the house and knocked on the door. "Susan! Come on in, I've been expecting you!" Kevin took my backpack and set it down near the door. I didn't mention to him that my suitcase with most of my clothes had been stolen from the bus somewhere between Pensacola and Denver. Kevin had a gentle smile and a bushy mustache and I'd always thought he looked like Sam Elliot...he even had the gravelly voice and the cowboy drawl to go with the image! "Come on in here, I've got some coffee going and I bet you're hungry." Truth be told, I was famished! We sat down to a pretty decent lunch and several cups of coffee as we caught up on family things and he said his condolences about my parents. It was about an hour later when I finally broached the subject about living with him for a while. "Yeah, that." He sat back from the table and crossed his legs. "Well, here's the deal, Susan. Since your aunt passed away I've had this place to myself and I miss having a woman around here. There's chores to do, food to cook, and the place simply needs a woman's touch. And I'll be blunt that you're not hard to look at!" (Some people say I look like Emma Roberts bit with blue eyes) He sipped at his coffee and then continued. "So I have an offer for you. You do everything I ask over the next year and at the end of the year I'll pay you one hundred thousand dollars. Cash." My eyes went wide at the offer! It was an unbelievable chance to get my life back on track! He held up his hand as I was about to speak, "But before you say yes understand that once you agree then I'm not letting you out of the deal until the end of a year. For a whole year you're going to be at my beck and call and you're going to do what I ask whether you want to or not. It won't be up to you. But you know I'm good for the money and you know I'm a man of my word so what do you want to do?" "Can I think about it for a while?" It was a lot to take in. "Sure, you have until the coffee gets cold. I have a little agreement here for you to sign if you agree and while it's not legal by any measure it'll represent the terms of our deal. Read it." He handed me a one-page document that read as follows: I, Sarah Foley, agree to be the indentured servant of Kevin Wilson for one calendar year to be inclusive of twelve entire calendar months. I understand that in return for a compensation of $100,000 I agree to be a slave for this term and that as of this moment I consent to any and every want, need, or desire of Kevin Wilson. "You want me to be a slave? That's crazy!" I tossed it back on the table. "Then say no and leave. Or say yes and sign it and get your college education paid for you at the end of the year. Your choice." I stared at him and stared at the paper and then he picked it up as if to tear it up. "No! Wait! Can't we talk about it? I have nowhere else to go! I don't even have the money to get back to the bus station!" He smiled and put it back on the table and slid a pen to me. "Then sign it." I signed it. What choice did I have? I figured at least for the moment I'd have a place to stay and there was the pile of money waiting for me at the end of it and he was right that he could be trusted to pay me. Getting up, he picked up the contract and then he took me to see my room. We got my backpack put away and my few things put away in the dresser. "Okay, we'll start by having you clean up the dishes from lunch. Get them cleaned and put away and come see me in the study for your next job." I did as I was told and then he had me doing laundry, toilet cleaning, ironing, cleaning the floors, and dusting around the house. By 10pm when he finally excused me to go to bed I was exhausted but at least I had a place to sleep and a roof over my head. The arrangement was weird, to say the least, but I tried to look at it as just a job. * * * The next morning, we had breakfast and Kevin told me I was going to help him clean out the rooms in the basement. It was an all-day affair but we did really well and ended up with a pickup truck load of things to take to the recycling center. One of the rooms we emptied out had once been a large bathroom completely covered in tile, even the ceiling was tiled. Some of the fixtures were missing and Kevin said he was going to be getting it working again. Dinner came and went and afterwards we just watched some TV before I went to take a shower and get ready for bed. When I came out of the shower there was a note on my bed that simply said, "Come see me when you're done." I didn't have much in the way of pajamas or anything modest to wear so I ended up getting my t-shirt and jeans back on before I went downstairs. He was sitting in the living room watching the news when I came out to see him. The fireplace was going and the room was warm. He wrinkled his nose when he saw me in the dirty clothes. "Don't you have anything else to wear? C'mon, those things are filthy." "Not really. I never really needed much at school and I lost my suitcase on the bus so this is almost everything I have." He thought for a moment and then got up and left the room. When he came back he had a brand new fluffy white robe with him and he handed it to me. "I'd bought that for your Aunt back when I expected her to make it but she never came home again so I suppose this can be yours now." "Now what are you standing there for? Go get out of those filthy clothes and then come back here." I did as I was told and headed straight to the laundry room to change. A minute later I was wrapped up in the plush robe and came back to the living room. He saw me and nodded his approval. "That's better. I'd been saving that thing all this time and now I know why. I hope you like it." I smiled, "I do! Thank you, Uncle Kevin!" He raised a hand at me as if to stop me, "No, I was never really your uncle anyway so you can just start calling me Kevin, okay?" It was my turn to nod. "Good. Now with that settled I have some things to discuss with you. Sit down." He gestured at the chair across from his and I followed his lead. "First off, you didn't tell me about your student loan. Why not?" "I didn't think it mattered, why?" "Because I got a call from a bill collector who was looking for you and she says to me you ran up almost forty-one thousand dollars in debt, is that right?" I felt hot as one of the realities of my life came up at me. Being at the ranch had been a bit of a respite from how desperate I'd been and now that respite was over. "Yeah, that's right. I was going to pay it off out of what you were going to pay me, really!" He gave me a serious look, took a sip from his coffee, and then spoke. "I'll pay this off for you but it's going to mean that you stay with me another six months. That'll be a year and a half of you doing absolutely everything I tell you to do. If you agree then you can sign this addendum to our contract..." he handed it to me "...and I'll call the bank in the morning and get this done." "Can't you just take it out of what you were going to pay me for the year?" He shook his head, "No, because you haven't earned that money yet and we have a contract that speaks to that arrangement. This would be something different and in addition to the arrangement we have." I understood his point but another six months? Just one full day had been weird enough, but to commit to eighteen months of being a house maid? I saw Kevin contemplating me and I knew he'd already estimated my answer when I said, "Okay, I guess so. I don't have much choice if the bill is to get paid right away." He nodded at the paper and I leaned over and signed it before handing it to him. He looked at it and then put it down. "There's a few more things. You have a cell phone, right?" "Yeah, it's in my purse but it doesn't work anymore. It was prepaid and the money ran out." "Bring me the cell phone and your purse." I looked at him quizzically, wondering what he wanted them for. "Susan, bring me your cell phone and your purse NOW." The tone of his voice changing like it did got my attention and I went to my room and retried what he'd asked me for. When I came back to the living room I handed him both items. He took them and he opened up my purse and dumped it out on the coffee table. My wallet was the largest item and he set that to one side with the cell phone. The lip gloss I had in there he pushed across the table to me. There were a few other girl things in there and he picked them up and put them back in the purse. Then he examined it and found the side pocket and pulled out a round plastic container. Recognizing it he looked up at me, "Birth control pills? Why do you have these, you screwing everything that moves?" "No!!! I've never...I mean they gave them to me but it was just to make my periods a little easier is all, I swear!" He threw them into the fireplace and I let out an audible gasp. "You won't need those things anymore." He collected my purse and the phone and got up, "And these things are going to be put away for safe keeping. You don't need a purse to work around here. Now go to bed and I expect my coffee ready at six in the morning when I get up." * * * The next month saw the both of us settle into a routine of getting up before sunrise to handle chores around the ranch, some of my days were dedicated to laundry and cleaning, I took over the responsibilities in the kitchen, and around six at night we'd settle down in the living room to watch the news or the occasional movie. Once in a while Kevin would be sore and I'd massage his fifty-year old shoulders and neck until my hands were sore from the effort. He always responded well to my touch but it was one of those things that I wasn't quite comfortable with. I'd never had much physical contact with any man or boy before and just touching Kevin was sort of unsettling to me. Still, it was part of the job so I did it. Every so often we'd sit down in the evening and just talk. He'd pour himself a glass of whisky and maybe even pour some for me, too. His whisky was pretty good so it wasn't hard for me to get used to sipping it with him. Our conversations sometimes went a little late and it would be a challenge to get up the next morning but it was worth it to hear what he had to say. Kevin had really loved my aunt and it seemed like he'd disappear sometimes when he'd talk about her in the early days of their marriage. They'd never been able to have children and from what he told me it was when they saw a doctor to look into the fertility issue was when they discovered my aunt's cancer. She fought it for almost fifteen years when she finally lost her battle and it was clear that he felt her loss dearly. On my side of things, I told him of my dreams of being a teacher when I'd started college and how those dreams were tainted by some difficult realities. One of the problems was that my education was going to cost almost more than a teaching job would be worth. To make any money I'd have to get a Master's degree and then face over $100,000 in debts right when I started a teaching job at the low end of the wage scale. The other problem was that teaching wasn't the noble profession I'd thought it was. My classmates were focused on money and benefits and what they would do with their summer vacations and my professors were all about the unions and using our positions as teachers to be 'change agents' to try to reshape society into what they thought it should look like. I just wanted to be a teacher, not a politician. So when school ended for me I had been somewhat disillusioned anyway and had I stayed in school I probably would've changed my major. Kevin listened to all of this just as raptly as I'd listened to him and it was nice to have someone pay attention to me for the first time in my life. * * * November came in with a bang and saw us scramble to get the boarding horses into the barn ahead of a big blizzard. The cattle that grazed on the ranch had already been moved to a feedlot so at least we didn't have to worry about them when the snow started to fall. There was wind and even lightning as thunderheads moved over the ranch. The storm raged for three days and if it were not for the house and the barns being up on a rise we'd have been snowed in. The creek below the house was covered in snow so deep you couldn't see that there was a creek under it all. And each morning we'd get our clothes on to get out to the barn to feed the horses and by the time we came back to the house we'd both be wet and cold. I'll admit that it was the hardest I'd ever worked in my life. We'd be up in the dark and we'd work for hours in the cold. When the weather finally broke we were fortunate that it was followed by a cold front so we didn't have to deal with flooding. The daytime temperatures didn't get up over freezing and the nighttime temperatures dropped to crazy cold! This was a huge change to me from Florida where I'd grown up but it was somehow comforting because I'd never appreciated having a warm house before. There were words I was using that I'd never considered before such as 'cozy' and 'cuddled up'. Cuddling up in a blanket with the fire going was really nice and it was something I'd have never done in Florida. The clear spell of weather lasted long enough that the owners of the horses were able to come get them and take them home. Kevin said this was a normal thing that the animals would be cleared out with the bad weather. That left us without a reason to get out of bed so early every morning. Still, he'd told me to have his coffee ready at six so I continued to do this. Some mornings Kevin would be up to have his coffee with me and other mornings he just slept in and, either way, I did my job. Thanksgiving was actually quite nice. It was the first turkey I'd ever cooked and it came out pretty good, even if I do say so myself! The two of sat down to a pleasant meal and afterwards we retreated to the living room. In a change from our usual routine of sitting in separate chairs Kevin invited me to sit next to him on the couch and cuddle with him under a blanket. It ended up being a really nice time. Kevin poured me some of his best whisky and between the turkey dinner, the whisky, the warm cuddle, and a crackling fire I drifted off to sleep. Around midnight we both woke up and got up to go to bed. As I was about to head off to my room I heard him speak. "Come here, Susan." His arms were open and I turned to him and we hugged. It was one of the most loving things he'd ever done for me and I had no problem giving it right back to him. When we finally parted he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and said good night. * * * After that night the hugging and the kisses on my forehead became something we did every morning and every night. It was a pleasant little ritual and our relationship changed into something else and I didn't mind. He was still very much in charge of things around the house but when he'd give me an order there was a certain softness to his voice now that made the orders a little easier to follow. As December wore on the weather got colder. Our Christmas was almost as pleasant as our Thanksgiving had been but the two of us cuddled a little closer on the couch and Kevin wrapped his arm around me. The whisky came out again and we fell asleep on the couch just like we did the month before. This time, though, it was so cold when we woke up that I dreaded exchanging the warm living room for a cold bedroom. I stood up wrapped in my robe and shivered. "I'm almost wanting to just stay out here where it's warm!" Kevin looked at the fire for a moment and then said, "Yeah, it's really cold. I'm thinking you'll sleep in my bed tonight and we'll both be warmer for it." I'd never slept with anyone else before. Not even as a child so this was something I had to think about. Kevin saw this. "Let me make this easier for you, Susan. It's not a choice for you. I said I want you in my bed and that's final. Now come to bed." He held his hand out to me and shook it once to make his point. Taking his hand, I let him lead me to his room and after I hung up my robe on a chair I got into the bed. Kevin had gone to the bathroom and when he came back he rolled into the bed and cuddled up behind me. "This is nice." He said before we both drifted to sleep. * * * After that I slept in his bed every night and every night he cuddled up behind me. The night before New Year's Eve I woke up to find his arm over me and his hand lightly resting on my breast. His fingers were lazily massaging me through my t-shirt and my nipple was giving me little tickling sensations in return. I wasn't sure if he was awake or not but when I went to move his hand I heard his breath catch. In the morning I woke up at my usual early hour and got up to go make the coffee. As I went to tuck him in again I couldn't help but notice the tent in the blankets and just seeing that left me a bit unsettled. When he finally came out to get his coffee I saw his eyes linger on me more than usual and when he saw me looking back at him he turned around. "I'm going to go out and get some things done in the barn and it'd be nice to have the laundry done for the New Year. That means I want some fresh clean sheets on the bed tonight, comprende?" I laughed a little at this and replied, "Si senor!" It was nice to lighten my mood a bit and I went right to work on the laundry and had everything done before ten in the morning when Kevin usually took breakfast. It was around quarter after ten when I started to wonder where he was and I put on my rubber boots and headed out to the barn to find out what he was up to. The barn had a trough in the middle that was usually covered by grates but this morning the grates were up and Kevin was knee-deep in poop struggling with something. Eighteen Months "Susan, great! Glad you're here, come on and give me a hand with this! There's a bunch of hay clogging up the drain and I can't get it out." I wasn't quite sure what to do so I gingerly stepped into the muck and made my way over to him. "Okay, so I've got a hook in the clog and you're going to pull on it while I try to pry the thing out, okay?" "Yep. Got it." He handed me a chain and I pulled it taut while he put his back into the pry bar. "Alright, now PULL!!" I gave it everything I had and it wasn't budging and then I gave it some more and I heard a gurgling sound just as the mass exploded from the drain! I went flying backwards and found myself swimming in the muck! Kevin was laughing a bit as he pulled me up out of the muck. "Sweetie, you're head-to-toe in horse shit! But thanks for the help, I couldn't have done it without you!" "Oh, my God. My clothes!" was my response. My only jeans and my only shirt along with my t-shirt were covered in shit. "Well, you can't bring those things in the house so strip down and I'll wash you off and then you can go inside and get a shower." He said it in his plain spoken rancher way and as much as my modesty wanted to protest it was the only thing to do. I shucked the boots and then pulled off the jeans. As I undressed I tossed everything in the barn's utility sink and when I was down to my panties and my bra I looked up at him. "Those things, too. They're going to need a good cleaning to get the bacteria out of them else they'll stink like hell when you get them in the house." Again he made sense and I was quickly naked. I screamed as he turned a hose full of icy water on me and sprayed me down. He washed me all over and I had to just suck it up and let him clean me up. When he was done I had to run naked to the house in sub-freezing weather and then I ran to the bathroom. It seemed to be an eternity before the warm water started flowing and I was soon starting to warm up. I nearly wretched a few times when I was washing chunks of smelly shit out of my hair but I kept at it and after maybe forty minutes I was both warm and clean. When I got out of the shower the only thing I had to wear was the robe Kevin had given me. All the rest of the clothes I owned were out in the barn in the utility sink. Heading out to the kitchen I found Kevin making himself breakfast. "Susan, just sit down and I'll do the cooking for a change. You did enough for the day if you ask me. So how do you like your eggs?" We ended up chatting over breakfast and when we were done I went right to cleaning up the kitchen as usual. Kevin stayed around and we continued a light conversation until I realized I'd need something to wear. "Kevin, can I ask you to bring in my things from the barn? I need to get them cleaned up so I can wear them." "Sure, be back in a couple minutes. Just got to rinse the soap put of them." I didn't think a thing about what he said just because it made sense to clean my fouled clothes before bringing them into the house. When he came back in the house with a bucket full of clothes he handed it to me and I was right off to the laundry room. I dumped the things in the sink and turned on the hot water to finish cleaning them up. I stepped away to let the sink fill up and I put a small amount of detergent in the sink causing a froth to cover over everything. Then I let it all sit for maybe twenty minutes before coming back to it. Sticking my hands into the water I pulled out a shredded piece of cloth and wondered if he'd mixed a rag in with my clothes. A familiar pattern on the fabric stood out to me and I realized I was holding the shredded remains of my panties! Panicking, I started pulling out the rest of my clothes and found each piece to be ruined! Kevin walked in on me. "I heard you scream, what's wrong?" I didn't even realize I'd screamed! "My clothes are all ruined! I can't imagine what happened, I just used a little detergent on them and found them like this!" "Oh, shoot. I'm sorry Susan but this might be my fault." "How? You didn't do anything wrong." "Maybe I did. When I washed them out in the barn I used the lye on them to disinfect them. I may have forgotten to dilute it before I poured it in the sink." It turned out he'd poured full-strength lye on my clothes and pretty much dissolved them. Typical man. "Look, the first chance we get after the holiday I'll go to town and buy you some new things, okay?" "I guess so. At least I have the robe." I pulled it in around me just a little tighter knowing it was the only thing I had to wear. He reached out to me and gave me a hug and I felt a little better from it. The day was not terribly eventful after that. I went about my usual chores except while wearing just the robe and then a too-large pair of Kevin's boot socks that had to do double duty as my impromptu slippers. Kevin made himself scarce most of the day working on the bathroom down in the basement and I found myself every excuse to stay close to the fireplace. After dinner we stayed up for New Year's Eve and Kevin mentioned how he used to watch Dick Clark with my Aunt. "You know, I hated this crap back then. I just didn't see the point in staying up so late just to watch the TV and then see the clock change. I'd always be a mess the next day from staying up late and I was a bit of a killjoy for your Aunt. She loved New Year's and now I'd give just about anything to spend another New Year's with her watching that old man do his count down." He wiped a tear from his eye and I cuddled myself up to him to console him. When the ball finally dropped he looked at me. "What?" I said. "You know; the tradition is to have a New Year's kiss. Would you mind?" "No, not at all." I felt sorry for him and when he pulled me into his arms for a kiss I went along with it. It wasn't like I hadn't been kissed before but I did notice there was a lot more passion in Kevin's kiss than just a mere New Year's peck on the lips. When he let me go we both sat back from each other and changed the subject. Ryan Seacrest was on and talking about something going on in New York City and I tried to pay attention to that. Not long thereafter I was feeling tired but wasn't sure about the sleeping arrangements since my usual night time outfit of my t-shirt and panties was out of the question. "I think I'm going to go sleep in my room tonight if that's okay." He shook his head no. "Nonsense. You go ahead and go to bed and I'll be along after I damp the fire down a bit." He looked up at me, "Now go." I did as I was told and found myself almost tipping out of the bed. I'd laid down as close to the edge as possible because I didn't want to cuddle with Kevin this particular night. For obvious reasons, of course. When Kevin came to the bedroom he turned off the lights as he undressed. "I had a really nice New Year's, Susan. Probably the best I've had in years. Thank you." "You're welcome. I liked it, too." I said to him as I felt his weight on his side of the bed. The bed shook as the big man rolled into it. I felt him reach his hand towards my usual spot. "What the hell are you doing all the way over there? Come over here and keep me warm, girl." "Kevin, I'm not wearing anything! It wouldn't be right!" "You let me worry about what's right in this house. Now get your ass over here and keep me warm, I won't ask you again." I did as I was told and shuffled back towards him until he got his arm around me and pulled me tight against him. "There," he whispered, "that's better." When he pulled me close I instantly felt his hairy chest against my back and felt a tuft of hair up against my butt. I realized that he was naked, too. A big part of me wanted to get up and go to the other room but I knew that wasn't going to turn out well. After a while I heard his usual gentle snore announcing that he was asleep and that made me relax enough to go to sleep in the big man's arms. During the night I a tingling from my nipple woke me up to discover Kevin's hand massaging my bare breast. As I was lying there not sure what to do with this situation I slowly became aware of a soft yet firm pressure on my hip. I reached down and touched it and then slowly drew my hand back when I realized what it was. For maybe half an hour I lay there with his hand on me until he relaxed and then I was able to go back to sleep. My usual wake up hour of five A.M. came along and when I went to get up I heard him say, "Stay here." "But I need to go make the coffee." "Later. Now come back to bed." He held the blankets up for me and I slid into their warmth. I was going to back myself up to him again when he pulled at my shoulder and got me onto my back. His kiss was warm and gentle and his hand sought out my breast again. I batted his hand away as gently as I could. "Kevin, this is nice but I don't want to go any further, okay?" "Kitten, I know an old man isn't exactly your thing but I haven't been with a woman in over seven years and you're just going to have to forgive me gettin' familiar with you." With that he kissed me again and his hand explored my body as he kissed me. When his hand went to my breast again I tried to bat it away again and this time he took me by my wrist and moved my hand up over my head. My other arm was trapped by his shoulder and I was helpless as he leaned in to suckle my breast. I squirmed, trying to get away. "Kevin, please..." He used his teeth to pull at my nipple and I felt an unwelcome flush run over my body. I'd never had the attention of a man before and even though it was something I didn't want my body was still responding just the way nature had intended. He stopped and looked at me. "You're really a virgin, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. Will you stop now?" He didn't even consider it. I could tell as he lied to me. "Don't worry, kitten, I won't do anything too bad." He kissed me again and this time I felt his tongue probe at my lips. I shook my head trying to stop it when he took me by the chin and prodded me to open my mouth. His tongue slipped into my mouth and touched my own tongue. I felt his body tense and as he was kissing me so lewdly he moved his leg between mine. His hand slipped from my chin and our kiss ended but not before his hand followed his leg down between my own. "No, Kevin...please..." I began to cry as his finger ran through my lightly tufted slit. It was a completely unwelcome pleasure to feel something in a place that had long yearned for a man's touch. "Shhhh, kitten. You're going to be just fine. Nothing bad's going to happen here, I promise." He said this as his finger slipped into me and worked itself around. When he pushed in a little deeper I felt a pinch and then he pulled back. "You're so wet, Susan. I can tell you want this." "Please, Kevin, please don't. I really don't want to do this with you!" In one motion he rolled onto me, forcing himself between my legs, and at the same time he took my hands in one of his and held them over my head. Then he let go as he wrapped his arms around me. He moved up on me and kissed me as I cried and then I jumped a little when I felt something push at me. "Shhhh, nothing's going to happen, I promise. I just want to hold you, okay?" I sniffled and nodded as he kissed me again. All the time we were kissing he was slowly grinding himself against me. His cock slid back and forth in my furrow and this went on for a while. Every now and again he'd stop and just hold me and kiss me and I kept hoping that maybe it was over. Then I felt him poke into me just a little. Our kiss ended and he looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry, Susan." He pushed into me just enough that I felt things stretching that had never been stretched before. "Oww! Kevin, no! Please!!!" He pulled away and gave me a welcome relief. He held himself at my opening and gently kissed me on my cheek. "Susan, you're doing just fine, baby." And then he slowly pushed forward, just a little more than before, and then retreated. He kept doing this and as he kept at it the discomfort started to go away. He'd push into me just to where he'd already been and then retreat. "There, that's not so bad, is it?" He kissed my neck as he said this. "No, but I really wish you'd stop. Please, before it goes too far." He slid into me again, "Just relax...relax for me, try." He stopped moving, holding himself just inside me. "C'mon, relax for me, kitten. You can do it. Start by letting your arms lay back." I looked into his eyes and did as he said. "Good, now relax your legs, you can do it." As he made me conscious of my legs I realized I'd been tensing them up and as I let them go limp it was a relief and I drew in a breath. "There you go, now just stay that way and we'll have a nice time here." He pushed into me again and all the relaxation instantly disappeared! "Well, then we're just going to have to get this over with, aren't we?" He grunted and pushed deeper into me. When he looked at me again I must've looked terrified and it only seemed to spur him on. He pushed deeper and met resistance. Grunting again he pulled back and pushed in harder. I felt a sting inside me and the pain made me yelp and catch my breath. With one more hard thrust I felt something inside me tear as he drove himself into me. "Ow, ow, ow!!!" The tears of pain ran down the side of my face! He withdrew and drove in again, finally hilting himself in my body. I felt him up against the very inside of my body...my cervix...letting his full weight crush down on me he started to thrust in and out. Every time he drove deep into me it hurt as he'd bump my cervix and at the same time the pain was lessened each time he plumbed me. "Oh, God..." I mumbled as I realized I was having sex for the first time. Kevin didn't say anything more as his thrusts kept driving into me. I felt him sweating on me and somehow it didn't seem to bother me. The pain was transforming to a dull soreness as he started to move faster. My hips hurt and I spread my legs to help with the pain and it seemed to encourage Kevin even more. He caught his breath and drove himself as deep as he could and held it. I cried out from the pain as I felt his cock throb inside of my body. He shuddered on top of me with each throb and he was making sounds like he was relieved of some burden. He finally stopped throbbing and moving inside me and just held me, kissing me gently. "Please let me up." I said it a couple times before he rolled off of me and fell on his back. I could hear him panting a bit as I held myself and fled to the bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. There were a couple bruises on my neck and I realized that they were hickeys! I didn't even remember him doing that! Then I looked down at my sore pussy and saw it swollen and red. When I touched myself I came back with a runny, sticky goo on my fingers and it took a moment for me to realize it was Kevin's come! Getting a few tissues, I dabbed at myself and tried to clean it up but more of it kept coming out. Reaching down I spread my sore body open just enough that a stream of the white goo flowed out of me and down my leg. After I wiped myself down I picked up a washcloth and cleaned up my leg. Then, sitting down on the toilet I reached down and opened myself up again and heard more of the liquid dribble into the water. It was a couple minutes before I couldn't get any more of it out and then I just sat there in wonder at what had happened. "Susan! Come back to bed!" Kevin's loud voice stirred me from the dreamlike place where I had been. My mind was running across all of the things that wouldn't happen for me now...like losing my virginity to my husband on my wedding night. When I came back to bed Kevin kissed me and had me cuddle up to him before he fell asleep. Myself, I didn't get to sleep again until the dawn. * * * When I finally woke up it was around ten in the morning. Kevin was up and I could hear him in the living room with the news going on the TV. The smell of coffee made clear that he'd taken care of himself. Rolling out of the bed I felt a dull ache inside me as if I'd been punched in the belly. I sat on the side of the bed to catch my breath and then got up to go to the bathroom. A wet towel told me that Kevin had already showered and I tossed the towel on the floor to use as a bathmat. The hot water felt wonderful and I found myself very interested in being clean. I washed all over and when I got to my pussy I took my time. I gently probed between my folds and found it still slick with Kevin's come. Fortunately, the shower had a detachable shower head and I used it as an impromptu douche to clean myself out. After I was satisfied with being clean I blow dried my hair and then put on Kevin's socks and my robe before heading out to face the morning. He was in the kitchen when I came out in search of coffee. "Good morning." I looked at him and was going to give the customary reply but that's not what came out. "You had no right to do that." I said it as coldly as I could. He chuckled a little, "Kitten, I had every right to do that. You signed up to be my slave for eighteen months and you might recall that you consented in advance to my every want, need, or desire. And in return for one hundred thousand dollars. Now I know that's not legal and you could make a big stink about it but then you'd be out on the street again and without the money, wouldn't you?" I looked down at my feet acknowledging the truth. "There, you know it. Now let's just move on and have a decent New Year's day, okay?" I nodded and went to get my coffee. The rest of the day I did my best to avoid him. I did laundry, I dusted, I polished what silver there was in the house, cleaned my Aunt old curio cabinet, and more that I can't even recall. Neither of us said anything about being hungry so I skipped making lunch and simply made an early dinner. Dinner was also a bit of a strained event with the two of us simply exchanging the usual pleasantries along with the customary, "Please pass me the salt." and etc. After dinner he sat in the living room watching the TV and I busied myself in the kitchen as much as I could. "Susan, come out here and join me. The kitchen isn't going to get any cleaner and you know it." I did as I was told and sat next to him. He put an arm around me and pulled me close and we watched a movie about four girls and some sort of robbery. Midway through the film he got up and poured two glasses of his whisky and came back to sit down, handing one of the glasses to me. "I think you need that." Out of spite I took the glass of fine whisky and drank the whole thing at once and put the glass down on the side table and stared at the TV. "Well, then. Why don't you drink this one, too?" He held the glass at me, as if daring me to drink it. I did. He took the empty glass and refilled it before coming back to sit with me again. The rest of the film progressed and I noted that one of the actresses was my doppelgänger, Emma Roberts. Kevin noticed it, too and made some remark about her boobs being around the same size as mine. It was crude and I'd have normally said something about it but after the two big glasses of whisky my head was spinning. Somewhere before the end of the movie I fell asleep. I awoke to Kevin telling me it was time for bed and he led me to the bedroom. I had it together enough to brush my teeth and get in my evening pee before stumbling out the bedroom. I hung up my robe, peeled off my socks (they were mine now), and then got into the bed. Kevin was in the bathroom next and after he was done he came back to the bedroom. Eighteen Months "So are you feeling pretty buzzed right now?" He said this as he was undressing. "Yeah, I think that might have been a little too much." He stopped and looked at me, "You're not going to puke or anything like that are you?" I thought for a second and did a little inventory of my senses. "Nope. No puking or anything. I'm just drunk, not sick." "Good." His shirt was already off and then he dropped his pants. He stood there in his boxers for a moment and then dropped them, too. Before he turned off the light I got to see my first real, live penis! The first thing I thought of was a Costco Polish sausage! It was just as long and maybe a bit bigger around than the Costco version but that's what it made me think of. I looked at the rest of him and figured he was a pretty normal fifty-year-old man with some grey hair and a belly that stuck out in front of him. He saw me looking at it. "You like it, kitten?" I rolled over and away from him and he just came around the bed and almost put it in my face. "Go ahead, Susan. Touch it. I want you to." I reached out my hand at it and took hold of it. It occurred to me I'd have never done that if it weren't for the alcohol. Still, I found myself fascinated touching this thing that had been inside me that morning. I wondered if he'd gotten it all the way into me? As I held it the thing got harder and I swear it seemed to get just a little bigger, too. He pulled my hand away and then leaned down to kiss me. I didn't respond but I didn't turn away, either. His hand slipped under the blankets and latched onto my breast and then I broke the kiss. "Oh, God, Kevin. I don't want to do that again." With a roll of his eyes he said, "Alright then, we'll just go to sleep." He got up and turned off the light before coming to bed. I felt him get close to me but then nothing happened as I quickly slipped off into sleep. I don't think I was out for very long when I felt his hand on me. As I was coming around I felt a finger inside me gently massaging my velvet walls. I have to admit that it felt kind of nice and I was hoping he'd keep at it but then he stopped and pulled one of my knees up and then the other until I was spread open for him. His finger came back and he started playing with me down there. It was very gentle but occasionally he'd pull or push and rub and soon enough I started to feel a tingle. He kept going and then my toes curled up and my back arched as a very fine and very wonderful feeling ran across me! I felt one more crest and then relaxed more satisfied than I'd even been when I did this alone. "Did you like that, Susan?" "Yeah." "I knew you were awake." Between the lingering effects of the orgasm and the ongoing drunk it didn't register with me what was happening as he rolled himself between my legs and got on top of me. "Unnnhhh!" was all I could muster as he moved into me. I was still sore but it wasn't as bad as before. Unlike the first time he just slowly slipped all the way into me instead of taking his time. He'd gotten me ready with an orgasm and was now taking advantage of the result. He rested himself on me, crushing me into the mattress, and then started a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out of me. Every so often he'd hunch his back and go deep in me and I'd catch my breath with the discomfort. He seemed to like that and kept doing it. Slowing himself down he snugged himself deep into me and held himself there while taking the time to kiss me with a long, gentle kiss. I don't know why but I yielded to him and kissed him back and that only encouraged him to continue. His lips moved to my neck and he bit and sucked at my tender flesh all while very gently resuming his deep thrusting into my body. I ran my hands down his sides and felt his body thrusting into mine and found myself amazed again at the notion that I was having sex. His ass would tense and rise and I'd feel him withdraw from inside me and then I'd feel his back tighten as he pushed into me again. Just as the soreness was starting to change into a dull pain he drove himself deep into me and held it for a moment. I felt him throb inside of me and I realized he was coming in me. He held me there for a while, lightly thrusting into me as he throbbed inside me several more times. Then he rolled off of me and cuddled up with his stickiness pushed up against my butt. Finally, the alcohol and exhaustion claimed me and I slipped into a warm sleep. * * * When I awoke it was late morning, the sun was filling the room and the clearest blue sky was to be seen outside. I sat up and felt that 'punched in the gut' feeling and I briefly forgot why I was feeling it. As I sat there contemplating my discomfort the events of the previous evening came rushing back at me. After a moment to take it all in I made my way to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and peed. When I wiped I felt that slimy feeling again and for some reason I felt compelled to push and heard an audible, 'plop! plop! plop!', as Kevin's semen flowed out of me. A warm shower remedied many things for me and I ended up drinking some of the warm shower water to quell a mildly upset stomach. Clearly, I wasn't used to drinking so much booze and I made up my mind not to repeat that kind of thing any time soon. With my teeth flossed and brushed and my hair dried I put on my robe and my socks and made my way to the kitchen. On the counter near the coffee pot was a simple note: "Gone to town. Be back later. - Kevin" I figured I had a good four hours before he'd be back so I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and watched some game shows on the TV. After a bit I was bored and I went to poke around the house. Heading down to the basement I could see Kevin's bathroom project was going well. He'd installed some new fixtures and regrouted the tile and it didn't look like it would be long before he had the whole thing working again. The rooms were looking good, too. There was new drywall up in all of them and the one room he was converting to an office had a lot of wires on the one wall and it looked to be a promising entertainment center that was going to go it. It was right about two when I heard Kevin's truck and soon enough he was bringing in groceries and a couple of other bags that looked to be from Wal Mart. "Hey, kitten. I picked up some things for you from the Wal Mart. I'm pretty sure about your sizes and I figured you might like to have a little more to wear around here than just that robe." "Thank you!" Taking the bag of clothes with me to my bedroom I did a little inventory and found a six-pack bag of bikini briefs, another six-pack bag of plain white tank tops, four pair of flannel pajama pants, a pair of indoor slippers, a pair of deck shoes (my size!), and two knee-length fleece sweater dresses. I was hoping for jeans and a couple shirts but this was still a big improvement over socks and a robe! I decided to layer and went with a tank, briefs, pajama pants, and a sweater dress along with the slippers. For the first time in a few days I was dressed and it felt very, very comforting! When I got out to the kitchen my outfit was received with an approving nod. "Looks like it all fits." I looked down at myself and said, "Yes...yes it does. You did a great job picking it out for me, thanks!" He smiled and replied, "Good. Nice to have your approval on my taste in women's fashion." "Do you think next time you go to town I can get a couple bras?" His nose wrinkled. "You know, I never much cared for those things. You women wear them like they're some sort of armor that keeps men away so's I got you those tank tops instead. Besides, you're not so big that you have to wear a bra to hold up your girls. They seem to do just fine on their own." He saw my look. "I get to say what you wear around here and you're just going to have to accept that I like you being more...natural. Still, the next time I go to town I'll get you a couple under the condition that you don't wear them around here, is that a deal?" I nodded, "Yes, it's a deal!" We opted for an early dinner and afterwards we sat in the living room and managed to avoid the obvious topic of the night before. I forget exactly what it was he said but it was sort of a compliment to me and I took it the wrong way and decided to drop the bomb in our conversation. "So have you had a lot of women? You knew how to get what you wanted from me last night." He sighed a little. "Kitten, half of the women I've ever been with are in this room right now." He let that register before he went on. "I was married to your Aunt for twenty-one years and I learned my way around what she liked and didn't like and I didn't expect you'd be too different. Turns out you're not." "Now I'm sorry that things didn't go exactly the way you may have planned but I haven't been with a woman for seven years now and you're just going to have to forgive me for being a red-blooded man with a warm little thing like yourself in my bed." Pondering that for a moment I moved on, "Were you planning on all this when you invited me to come visit and all?" "No, not entirely. I've wanted some company and when you called with your problems I figured I had a chance to get you to stay for a while. I wasn't exactly planning on much else until the last month or so and then I suppose I wasn't trying to behave myself after that." "I have to say, Kitten, I've been enjoying your company around here. The place has been mighty lonely and I was gettin' a little crazy talking to the horses sometimes." I crossed my legs. "What about someone your own age, maybe someone who'd want all this?" He snorted a sarcastic little laugh. "Kitten, the available women my age are either divorced or they've never been married and I never saw fit find out why. I got enough of my own problems without trying to sort out someone else's problems, too. I came by being single in an honest way and setting myself up with damaged goods...well, I figure I deserve better." That hurt just a little. "So what did I deserve?" "Well, you deserved what you agreed to. I know that sounds hard but I wasn't going to have you up here at first and then while you were on the phone with me I had an idea and figured if you were here and if you saw the place you'd agree to it. And you did. I won't lie and tell you I wasn't thinking about things from the get-go but I also didn't just jump on you from the start, did I?" "No." "Yeah, well, you and I got on pretty good around here and then after that first hug I was pretty much set on you." "You could have been a little gentler with me." He nodded, "I suppose I could've. But you know darn right well that if it was left to you then nothing was going to happen at all. And where you gave that choice to me I chose to make it for you." "And what if I say no after this, what then?" His hand gestured to the front of the house, "Then you know where the door is. No one's forcing you to stay here or anything else but if you're going to be here then it's under my terms and you already know what they are. Now that's enough of that talk. Why don't you go get us some coffee and we'll see what's on the news?" The rest of the evening we followed our usual pattern but when it came time for bed I kept my clothes on and Kevin kept to his side of the bed for a change. * * * The next few days we were both busy in the house and several times Kevin called on me to help him in the basement with one thing or another. And at the same time my 'visitor' showed up and I had good reason to welcome it! But at the same time it was pretty bad without the pills that had once moderated it. I endured four days of misery and ended up being very grateful for the six pair of briefs given that two of them were almost always soaking in a sink. Kevin was at least accepting of the situation and he left me alone save for the occasional hug or kiss. We had a lot of work to do in the house and that kept us busy and had me feeling we'd established a new routine. The day came when I wasn't soaking anything in the bathroom sink and Kevin noticed. It was just after lunch that day that he came up to me as I was doing laundry and asked, "Your period is over and you're feeling better now?" I smiled at what I thought was his concern and replied, "Yeah, I'm feeling fine now, thank you!" "Good. Just nice to know you're feeling better." It really didn't occur to me what was going to be on his mind. I was still new to what was happening and I didn't realize how often some men wanted to have sex. Later that afternoon he called me into what had become our bedroom. He was in the bathroom and asked me to wait a moment so I did. Then he came out and was naked. "Uh, yeah Kevin, what's up?" I said this and wanted the answer to be something else. "It's been almost a week and I'd like a little cuddle time with you so go ahead and get your clothes off and get in the bed." Oh, shit. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights when he said that. I really didn't want this and I felt my tears well up and saw his face twist a little. "Susan, crying isn't going to change my mind." He walked up to me and lifted my sweater dress over my head, taking the tank top with it. He let them drop to the floor and then knelt down and pulled my pajamas and panties to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood there with my arms covering my body as best as possible. "In the bed, go." He gestured at the bed and I did as I was told. Getting in behind me he laid me on my back and looked me in the eye. "You know, if you give it a chance you'll enjoy this. Sooner or later you're going to find yourself liking it and it'd be nice if you made it sooner." He kissed me on the lips and let his hand start wandering over my body. He kept kissing me and lightly massaging me and I soon felt him swelling up and rubbing my thigh with his cock. He stopped kissing me for a moment and guided my hand to hold his tool. "There, that's nice." He kissed me again while guiding my hand to slowly stroke him. When he took his hand away I kept doing what he'd wanted. "Take a look at it, Susan. It's been all the way up inside you and it's going to be inside you again." I looked at it and what I saw was my hand obscenely stroking it and his words made me consciously realize that it had been in my body twice now. It had been in a place that no other man had ever been to and that most private of places was now his to use as he wanted. As I looked his hand slipped between my legs and a finger soon slipped inside me. Then his lips came back to mine. My body responded to his touch and his attention even if it wasn't something I really wanted. A warmth came over me and my hips rose up on their own to meet his touch. "I knew you'd like this." I fought with the sensations in my body and my own reluctance to continue and went to push his hand away. He caught my wrist and held it as he doubled his efforts with his other hand. It seemed like it took forever and then it also seemed to come on so fast...a powerful feeling ran through me, electrifying me. It radiated out from where he was handling me and I found myself lewdly opening my legs to get more of it. Then it crested and as I was taking a moment to breathe and regain my composure he moved onto me. "Oh, my God, Kevin. Give me a minute, please..." He didn't listen to me. Instead he pushed into me and in the space of just three strokes we were fully involved with each other. He was more insistent than he'd been before and took me with deep, strong thrusts. One of his arms snaked about my waist, holding me tight in place, while his other arm came around me and held my head so I couldn't escape his passionate kisses. All too soon he slowed down, making deep painful thrusts into me. Finally, he pushed deep making me yelp with the pain and then I felt it as his cock throbbed and spewed into me. It felt like he was inside me, flicking at my depths. His tension gone he collapsed onto me and briefly had me struggling to breathe. I heard him chuckle a little and then he rolled off causing a wet sound when our bodies parted. Fluid flowed out of me and I held myself with my hand and scooted off to the bathroom. I didn't quite make it to the toilet when a gush of his semen ran down my leg. Grabbing some tissue, I quickly wiped it up and then was amazed when another gush came out. It was amazing to me that someone else had been inside me and here was the proof! It was runny and sticky and there was a musty smell to it. And there was a lot of it. His semen. Up inside me. Up inside me without protection! That was my scary moment where the reality of my situation became even more real. What if Kevin made me pregnant? That was something I had to consider since it was pretty clear that this was going to become a regular thing with him. I'd find a time to discuss it with him and I was certain he'd be rational about it. When I went back to the bedroom Kevin was splayed out on the bed and lightly snoozing. I was going to go work on dinner when I heard him quietly say, "Dinner can wait, come back to bed kitten." The bed was warm with our heat and it felt nice to have him cuddle up behind me. His arm wrapped around me and soon I found myself slipping into a restful sleep as he played with my breasts. It was dark outside when I awoke and as I was waking up something was causing me to do a little 'inventory'. I didn't need to pee, I wasn't feeling ill, but something was different. Then I felt him move inside me and it took a moment to figure out that he'd entered me again while I was asleep. I must have been so wet from earlier that he was able to enter me without waking me up. I liked it. It was truly the first time I was having sex and liking it. I had a warm man wrapped around me and inside me and we were cuddled together in bed and I was the object of his pleasure and desire. I pushed back at him and was rewarded with a slow, penetrating thrust that just lightly fit up to my depths. A paradox crossed my mind that by submitting to him I was enjoying the most power I'd ever had in my life. Another person was transfixed by me and would react to my slightest movement. I gave a moan of satisfied contentment and his arms wrapped tighter as he drove into me again. He was slow and deliberate in contrast to earlier in the day when he was impatient and insistent. Just thinking about the difference as he...made love to me...had me wanting to explore and discover. Our time together was warm and gentle. My universe slowly moved from being one of contemplative wonder to being one of just flesh moving inside me. I became acutely aware of his body inside me and imagined it as it drove in and withdrew. Over and over the same thing happened and over and over I surrendered to it. A warmth rose up inside me, different from what he'd done to me with his hands, and I felt my body relax to allow him to draw this up in me. It was like his cock was a pump and it was pulling up some new, radiant pleasure from deep inside me. With every one of his slow, deep thrusts he pulled up the pleasure, bringing it up to the surface. Closing my eyes, I let the feeling build up inside me. My skin tingled all over and I arched my back at him to encourage him to keep going. His hand moved from my breast to my belly and he gently pulled me tight against him all while keeping his tempo. "Uh...uhh...UNNNNGGGHHH!!!" I felt things happen inside my body that were nothing less than magical! My body clamped itself around his and squeezed, pulsing and pulsing until I felt him seize up and start his own pulsations deep inside of me. My breasts felt incredible and my nipples demanded to be touched and, as if he heard me, Kevin moved his hand to give them the attention I needed. Eighteen Months Words just can't even begin to describe the pure, unfiltered euphoria that was washing over me! It rose and rose and then stayed there until it finally ebbed like water draining from a tub. We stayed that way for several minutes. His body embedded in mine as tremors of lingering pleasure ran through us both. He nibbled my ear and kissed my neck before breaking our reverie. "That, my dear, is what is called an orgasm!" I agreed! * * * The next day I awoke to find Kevin already up and out of bed. It was dark out and I figured it was still early but when I saw the clock it was after seven! It was so dark because we were getting an epic snowstorm. The nice thing about the house was the metal roof and the way the house was situated on a rise. When I saw the place as a child it always seemed to me that it was built here for an esthetic reason and now I saw the wisdom in the design. The heavy snow slipped from the roof and instead of piling up around the house it rolled down the rise away from it. That's why our windows weren't blocked. The coffee was still hot and I grabbed a mug and had a piece of toast for breakfast. It was light but it was enough for the moment. I heard some banging and decided to go look for Kevin in the basement. When I found him he was finishing the installation of a shower head. "Oh, hi there, Kitten! I was wondering when you were going to get up." He grunted as he tightened something and then he looked at me, "You look nice." I looked at him incredulous. "You're kidding? I must look like a mess! My hair's a mess, I need a shower, and..." he cut me off. "And you look like a freshly fucked and satisfied woman. You couldn't look better if you asked me." I couldn't help but blush with the flattery and with my own lingering shame at what had been going on. He saw this and smiled. "Don't you get bashful on me! That's for little girls and I'd say you're past that now." He tightened something else and then stood back to look at his work. "There, I think that's done. Just have to test it out now so how's about you get in here and inaugurate our new shower?" Well, I did need a shower! "Yeah, sure. Let me just go get some soap and shampoo and I'll be right back." I went back up the stairs and got the things I needed and while I was in the bedroom I peeled off my socks and panties and put on my robe. Barefoot, I padded down the stairs and I braced myself for the cold tile floor only to discover it was warm. "Hey, you like that? I put in a heater under the tile just so your feet wouldn't get cold in here." "Yeah, it's nice! Have you tried it out yet?" He knelt down to take off his boots, "Nope, but it looks like a good idea. Why don't you go in there and try out the shower? Be sure to turn on both sides, okay?" I hung up my robe and went in the newly completed shower. The smell of the caulk was still in the air and there was something about it being new and fresh that made me want to get clean! Like Kevin had mentioned, there were two sides to the shower and two shower heads on both sides. I turned on the first side and both shower heads came on and after the water warmed up it was pretty nice. Then I turned on the other side and arranged the four shower heads to aim at me right in the middle of the shower. That was luxury, just standing there and literally letting the warm water spray all over me. I got the soap and the shampoo going and right after I rinsed my hair Kevin stepped in with me. "I can probably stand to clean up, too." With all of the spraying water affording me a little bit of modesty I didn't mind his being in there with me. We had a little small talk and then he asked me to soap and scrub his back for him. I did and noticed a back that was scarred here and there with reminders of a hard life. He let me shampoo his hair and he really enjoyed it. After he rinsed off he gave me a hug and kissed me on my head. The steam lingered in the bathroom as we dried off and then I was off upstairs to dry my hair. * * * We ended up skipping breakfast that day so when lunch time rolled around I made something substantial; cheeseburgers with fried potatoes. Not French fries, but sliced, fried potatoes. It turned out great and Kevin was happy for it. Dessert was a simple cup of coffee and when I handed it to him I fully expected him to get up from the table and run off to do some chore or something. Instead he pulled his chair back and crossed a leg and invited me to sit with him. "Susan, last night was the best night I've had since your Aunt lived in this house and I want you to know that I appreciate your company and your...gifts." He sipped at his coffee. "I figure you might also have some questions and this is as good a time as any, " he gestured at the storm outside, "to talk about them. So talk." "Um, okay." I sipped at my coffee and looked outside for a moment and tried to compose my thoughts. Kevin got up and filled up his coffee cup and then came back and sat down. "Alright, let me get this going. I know this hasn't been all hearts and roses for you and that I haven't given you much choice in some things. But after four months of having you in my house and in my bed you're important to me. I'd like you to be as happy as things allow." "Maybe I could stay here on my own and not because of our deal?" He shook his head, "That's not happening and for a few reasons. One, when I make a deal I keep up my end of it and I expect the same from you, too. Two, it's my house and this house is not a democracy. Three, when your fourteen months are up and you decide what you're going to do, well, if you decide to stay then this becomes your house, too. Until then we have a deal and we're going to keep to it." It made sense especially around ranch country. People here made large cash transactions and did big deals all the time based on a word or a handshake. And I had a contract. In Kevin's world that meant there was a deal on the table and it had to be honored. "Can I get a bra?" "Hmph, nope. I like you being soft and available when I reach for you and a bra is sometimes a woman's way of saying no. You don't get to say no around here." Wow. That was pretty direct and there was a lot of meaning in those three short sentences! "Well, um, what about birth control then? I don't want to be a mom and if there's going to be fourteen more months of me not saying no then what's going to happen?" Kevin sipped at his coffee. "Kitten, that thought crossed my mind, too. I guess all I want to say right now is we can just see what happens for the moment." I've always been pretty good in an argument and I was going to do my best to win this one. "What do you mean by, 'that's all you want to say'? Be honest with me and tell me what's on your mind. You said you'd talk to me, right?" He sighed. "Dammit, girl, you're not supposed to use a man's words against him. But that's what I said, isn't it?" "Okay, since you asked then what all crossed my mind was that you'd look really nice in this kitchen with a baby on the way. It just got up in my head after I thought it." Ohhh. "When was that?" "When did you start sleeping with me? Probably the next day, I imagine." "Are we going to have a baby?" "Kitten, no one can ever say on things like that. The summer herd that comes on this place, sometimes they have a lot of calves and sometimes they don't. No one gets to say if anything is going to happen." "Okay, then I guess the question I need to as is are you going to try to get me pregnant?" He looked at me with his wry smile, "Well, I certainly wouldn't complain if it worked out that way. I think you'd look damned cute walking around this house with my baby in your belly." What was I going to do with a baby? What about my plans? The whole reason I was putting up with all of this was so I could get back to the life I wanted...the life I'd planned and now here was Kevin wanting to take my plans away from me! "Kevin, I don't know. I don't think it's a great idea..." He stood up and held out his hand to me. "What? What do you want?" "Take my hand. Now." I did as I was told and he led me back to the bedroom. When we got in there he let go of my hand and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Okay, Kitten, get your clothes off and get in that bed." He tossed his shirt to the chair and started undoing his jeans. I stood there looking at him. "Don't give me any funny looks, just do what you're told." I didn't. His pants came off and they were quickly followed by his boxers and his socks. Naked, he walked up to me and pulled my fleece sweater dress over my head. "Kevin...please..." He went for my panties and pulled them down to the floor. "Kitten, all that talk of a baby got me going and you look like you need some convincing." He picked me up and put me on the bed. Then he went to the foot of the bed and got on it, crawling up over me. "Spread 'em." It was pointless to argue with him so I did. He ran a finger between my legs and I was moist already. Despite my feelings my body knew we were about to have sex and it had started without me! He nestled his cock up to my body and then started stroking. Soon he was all the way inside me and he settled himself onto me. "Why?" was all I asked. He started thrusting into me. "Because you're like a filly that needs to be broken so it knows who's the boss around here. So from now on you're not allowed to wear panties in this house...unnnnnhhh..." He drove deep into me. "...and I'm going to start doing this whenever the hell I please." This wasn't the least bit tender or romantic. It was just sex and it wasn't long before I felt him throbbing inside me. * * * The days following saw me walking around the house in just my slippers and one of the fleece dresses. Those days also saw a big change in our habits as the whole house became a bedroom. I'd be in the kitchen doing chores or something and he'd come up behind me and I'd hear his zipper. Then I'd just hold on to something as he took me and serviced me. Afterwards I'd clean up as best I could and go back to what I was doing. One night we were watching TV and he had me sit in his lap while he lazily thrust into me. I imagined we were probably the first people to screw while watching Bill O'Reilly. I got to liking it when he took me in the shower because it was easier to clean up afterwards. And then there were the orgasms. They didn't come at first but come they did! I learned that I had different orgasms and they came in different kinds. The orgasms from my clit were nice and satisfying but the occasional orgasm from inside me was the best! I'd feel things move and tighten and clamp down on Kevin's cock, milking it to make it come inside me. By the end of January sex had become something we did in the midst of doing other things and I found myself instantly responding to Kevin's touch. He no longer had to get my attention and sometimes I even asked him if he wanted to fuck me that day and he'd do his duty. My period came along and it was a relief because it meant I wasn't pregnant and it also meant I got to take a few days off from being Kevin's sex slave. * * * It was nice having some time to myself and I managed to get a few things done around the house. It was also nice to get to wear some actual clothing for a while and, of course, the panties were a necessity that Kevin didn't question. I also had five days to contemplate how I was going to go forward. Was I to make some futile gesture of resistance to Kevin or would I willingly submit to him or what? In the end I got up on a Saturday morning and took my shower. Then I took a little extra care with my hair and even bothered to put on some light makeup. Afterwards I put on one of my fleece dresses, a pair of ankle socks he'd bought for me at the store, and my slippers. Sans panties I felt naughty and sexy going about my day and the silly man didn't even notice! After a light dinner I'd waited long enough and the anticipation of when he was going to do me was just too much. We made small talk as I cleaned up the kitchen and then when I was done I stood in front of him wondering what to do next. "What's on your mind, Kitten?" "Oh, I don't know. I've been walking around without my panties on all day and you didn't notice." I stepped out of my slippers as I said this and took off my socks, too. "I wonder what a girl has to do to get your attention?" And with that I left him stunned as I pulled off my dress and dropped it in his lap. Then I just walked off to the bedroom and got into the bed. I heard him undressing himself all the way to the bedroom and when he got into bed with me the sun was just setting so we had a dimming light in the room and I got to see him in all his glory. He quickly scooted himself up to me and kissed me. "This is a first, Susan. I don't think you ever wanted me before." I kissed him back and realized he was right. This was the first time I was asking for him to be with me and to be honest most of it was because I couldn't handle the anxiety of waiting for him to try to impregnate me again but part of it was I missed his touch. I missed the sex. As we were kissing and exploring each other I found myself wondering if I was starting to love him. Was it possible? Love. It was a word I'd never used before and absolutely never considered with Kevin. At first I feared him, then I sort of despised him, then I resigned myself to him, and now...now there was something else. He got himself between my legs and I spread my legs for him to ease his entry. Soon we were making love and kissing each other as we ground into each other's body. We were making love. Did I love him? He kissed my neck and bit it. I raised my hips at him in response and he drove deeper into me. How did this happen? How could I be feeling these things for someone thirty years older than me? A man who had coerced me into being a sex slave and who was bent on making me have a baby? How could I love him? He rolled me over until I was on top of him and then he pushed me up until I was sitting on him. His hands were at my breasts and I was impaled on his plunging length. My hips acted on their own and moved back and forth on him, moving on his body. He let me down, pressing my breasts to his chest as his knees came up and he thrust into me. My years of selfishness with my parents came to mind. Did I ever return the love they gave me? When was the last time I told them I loved them before they died? Why hadn't I been a better daughter to them? The orgasm welled up inside me. It was going to be a good one, I could tell. I pushed off of Kevin and held the man by his chest as I sought my own release. Then it came and I felt my head loll about my neck as Kevin picked up his pace and then I felt him spurt inside of me...I felt it more than before and realized it was the position...he pulsed right into the mouth of my womb. When I fell to his chest in a mess of sweat, my own wetness, and his semen I started to cry. "Kitten, what's wrong, you hurt or something?" The concern in his voice was real. He only made me cry that much more. "I'm fine. I...I... I love you Kevin!" His hand came up around and stroked my hair. "You just made me a very, very happy man." He kissed me on the head, his body still inside mine. He gently moved inside me and I felt a small throb as just a little more of his semen pulsed into me. "I love you, too, Kitten." * * * After that our lovemaking took on a new urgency. He wanted a baby and suddenly I wanted to give him one. Every day we'd start off with him in my body and every night we'd end the day the same way. Many days we'd be in bed late or perhaps be in bed early. We skipped meals. Chores were made to wait. Sheets had to be changed more frequently. One of my most treasured moments was a day when we retreated to the bedroom after lunch and I laid on my back with a leg over his and we chatted as he lazily pushed in and out of me. We were talking about repainting the ceiling in the living room when he fell silent. I looked him in the eye as he emptied himself into me. It was then of no surprise when my period didn't come. We waited into the end of March before he came home with a pregnancy test for me and it said " + ". * * * The spring and summer were the most joyful times of my life as our love life took on a new, gentle passion. He loved holding my swelling body and he loved exploring my changes. I loved that he loved me as my once-trim figure transformed into something different yet still beautiful. Used to be I'd look in the mirror to see myself and now I looked in the mirror and saw proof of love. * * * It was a cool, clear day the week of Thanksgiving when the baby came. I felt the first contractions as I woke up and by eight we were on the road to the hospital. The arduous experience of birth was instantly forgotten when the nurse put my newborn daughter to my breast and my baby suckled at me for the first time. Kevin was clearly in love and it was clear that he now had two women to love him back. * * * The wedding was brief and small. The judge married us at the ranch and a few of Kevin's friends attended with their families. I made a new friend in one of the wives and realized that I had put down roots and that my old life was behind me. The wedding night was every bit as special as it could be even if it did include two diaper changes and a feeding! We celebrated Christmas Eve with the three of us in bed together. Sandwiched between my baby and my husband I fed the baby as my husband made love to me for the first time since the baby had been born. * * * True to his word when my eighteen months were up Kevin took me to the bank and drew a cashier's check in the amount of one hundred thousand dollars. Handing it to me he asked, "Well, Kitten. I kept my word. Just curious, but what are you going to do with it?" Kevin's eyes went wide when I turned back to the bank officer and said, "Excuse me, but I'd like to open a trust account for our children."