by Izzy Slam
“Yes?”
“I’ve got some clothes out here that might fit you. I’m going to leave them by the door here.”
I start to place them against the wall, but he tells me to come on in, adding, “I’m decent.”
Assuming that means that he’s finished washing and is already wrapped in a towel, I walk on in, only to find him still submerged in the water, one leg tossed over the side of the tub and his erection prominent, poking from the water.
I pull in a rush of air, feeling my face heat and a hard throb between my legs. “Oh, I thought you said you were decent.”
“I am,” he argues, following my gaze to his enormous cock. “Oh, darn. I’m sorry, Ella.”
He grips the base of his man-meat and pushes it under the water so that it’s out of sight.
“It’s … all right,” I say, rubbing my neck.
“The thing does that all the time, I don’t hardly notice anymore. Well, anyways, if you don’t mind setting them down there, I’ll be out shortly.”
With my heart pounding in my chest, and desire flooding my veins, I force myself to look away, leaving the folded clothes on top of a basket.
And I dart out of there as fast as I can, making a beeline for the kitchen where I can distract myself by making some tea.
But distractions don’t come easily after seeing something that … huge. Lord knows it’s not right, but all I can think about is how it would feel between my legs, and how hard I would orgasm as it slipped in and out of me.
I bet it would feel better than my fingers. Not that I will ever find out. I decide then and there that I will be polite and let Dyer help me with a few projects over the next couple of days. But after that, he needs to be gone.
~Dyer~
I don’t know how any man in his right mind is supposed to sleep with a goddamn angel lying just twenty feet away. Ella’s bedroom doesn’t even have a door, so every time I peek over there, I can see the shape of her body under the covers. Lord have mercy, it’s all I can do to keep myself from going in there, spreading those legs apart, and pounding her pussy with the fury of a lion.
She also let me take a nice, hot bath earlier, which has got me feeling extra handsy. Just knowing I’m clean all over makes me wanna get dirty with that girl, roll her around and fuck her this way and that. When I had the opportunity earlier to show her my ten-inch monster, fuck yeah I jumped on it. They say women don’t like looking at men’s dicks, but I tell you what: Ella looked at my hard cock like she wanted to take a ride and never get off.
As I lay on her couch thinking about it, my cock stiffens and I have to tug it out and give it a few strokes, not at all planning to jerk off. Hell, I done decided I wanted to shoot my next load of semen in Ella’s belly. But the more I tug, the stiffer I get and the heavier my balls feel. I need to release some of this now as I don’t want to get the blue balls. So, I jerk it up and down a few times, letting my voice release a low growl when I shoot my spunk all over my chest. Fuck, I wish Ella was out here to clean me off. Once I get the release I need, my eyes close and I drift to sleep, thinking of the new life I’m about to have.
I wake up before the sun is up in the morning and decide to get to work. I don’t want to disturb Ella, so I pull on several layers of clothes and head outside with the lantern to investigate the property. I see a well in her backyard, so I immediately haul up several buckets and bring them into the house. I then decide to focus on breakfast, thinking it would be nice to cook my woman a hearty meal to enjoy once she wakes up.
But after sorting through her ice box and pantry and not stumbling on one piece of meat, I decide to take the bull by the horns and head into town. If I’m gonna take care of my woman in all the ways I want, this big mule of a body needs protein. I’m also going to need steady income. It’s obvious that Ella can fend for herself, but she’s struggling. And I’ll be damned if I let her so much as sprain a pinky, much less go hungry.
I scarf down a few biscuits and bring some coin with me as I head into town. The market ought to be open by now, and if I’m not mistaken, I think I recall the sheriff bragging on the bacon at Mr. Tomlinson’s. It nearly cleans me out, but half an hour later, I’m making my way back up to the house with some delicious cured pork, fresh butter, and some maple syrup.
The second I walk through the front door, I see Ella, sitting on the edge of her bed and pulling up her socks. Her chest is bare, revealing a nice pair of plump breasts with light pink buttons that make me stiff right away.
She gasps and brings her arms up, covering her titties way too fast.
“Mornin’,” I say, giving her a nod before heading into the kitchen.
She doesn’t say anything back, but I figure she’s probably embarrassed as all get out.
I get everything put away, except for the bacon, tossing half a pound of the stuff in the fryer. The scent immediately fills the air, and within a few minutes, I’ve got water boiling for coffee and potatoes peeled for hash browns.
“Where did you get all this?” she asks, peering over my arm as I flip the potatoes.
“Some of it’s yours. The bacon I bought while you were asleep. Hungry?”
Without answering, she nods. I can practically see the drool forming in her mouth, and I gotta say, it’s nice to be providing for a change instead of being the one provided for. Fuck, I want to take care of this girl, cook her breakfast every day before going to work, and then waiting to see what delicious meals she concocts for me every evening. And then in between, fucking her at my every whim.
“Sit down, and I’ll fix you a plate that’ll fill your belly up, baby girl.”
And that’s just what I do. We eat like a king and queen, and it’s the best damn meal I’ve had in two years, all because I get to enjoy my woman’s company. I think that by tonight, I’ll have her bouncing up and down on my raging erection while I watch those glorious tits of her bounce up and down and drive me right mad.
“I’m going to work on that spot in the fireplace, then I’m gonna go outside and start chopping wood.”
Ella wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, sweat forming on her brow.
“Oh, I think I have the meat sweats,” she says, giggling.
“Good. I’ma give you all the meat you can eat, baby girl.”
She bites her lip and her cheeks blush pink. My cock stiffens especially hard since she doesn’t seem to object to my foul-mouthed implication.
“I’ll clean up, then check on the vegetables in the garden. This afternoon, I’m going to town to meet Annie for some window shopping.”
“You need some money?”
I don’t have much left, but I’d give her every damn penny I had.
“No, thank you” she answers, looking a little shell shocked. “I have some. And I have a part-time job. Which reminds me, I’m working most of the day tomorrow.”
“All right then. How would you feel about giving my beard a little trim?”
I tug on the thick tuft of hair growing down my chin. It’s gotten a little wild, and the thought of Ella cleaning it up for me makes my balls hum.
She smiles, ever so slightly, and says, “I’d love to. I used to do my daddy’s when my ma wasn’t feeling good.”
I wink at her. “Good. I wanna look nice and clean-cut when I’m looking for work.”
Plus, I’ll be close to her, maybe even steal a peek at those of those beautiful breasts that I can’t wait to taste.
~Ella~
As Dyer sits in the chair, waiting for me to trim his beard, I start to get a bad case of the nerves. I never felt this way when I worked on daddy, but with Dyer, I don’t know, it’s different.
Maybe I’m still embarrassed by the fact that we’ve both been exposed, indecent to one another. That he’s seen me naked.
No one has ever seen me naked. I don’t know how that’s supposed to feel. Should I be embarrassed?
I lay a towel across his chest and start clipping, bringing the length up by about two inches.
“How short do you want it?”
He looks at me in earnest. “How short do you want it?”
I stand back and observe him, thinking he looks mighty good. His dark, sexy eyes make me tingle as he teasingly moves his eyebrows up and down.
“It looks nice. I think I should stop.”
“Aw,” he bellows. “I was enjoying your touch. Maybe you could give me a quick shave, straighten out the edges?”
He rubs his face, and I can see that he could use a little cleaning up. But I don’t know if it’s a good idea to keep touching him. I can already see a bulge forming in his crotch.
“Maybe tomorrow. My back is a little sore from bending down.”
“Well, sit on my lap then.”
“Um…” I giggle. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, come on, now,” he says, taking me by the hand. “I won’t bite. I promise.”
I lick my lips, thinking that what we’re even discussing is awful inappropriate. “I’m probably too heavy for you. I shouldn’t.”
“Too heavy? Darlin’, you can’t weigh no more’n a minute. Let’s see here…”
Without warning, he lifts up the bottom of my dress and wraps his hands around the backs of my legs, lifting me up and bringing me down on the tops of his thighs.
“Oh!” I cry out, throwing my hands to his broad shoulders. My legs are bare from the knees up, but they’re now covered by Dyer’s large hands, making me tremble.
His smile lets me know he’s mighty proud of himself. “See there? You don’t weigh hardly nothin’. And, you’re in the perfect position to shave me, aren’t ya?”
“I … I suppose,” I choke out, feeling those naughty stirrings of desire. Oh lord, I knew this would happen if we spent enough time together. I should have never let him stay here. “I’ll go get the razor and shaving cream.”
“Or,” Dyer interrupts, his hands now gliding around to my rear end, making my pussy throb with need. “You could stay put and we can skip the shaving. For now.”
He grips the back of my head, a hungry look in those eyes. Fingers dig into the globes of my ass as he scoots me across his lap, inching me closer to his bulging crotch.
My heart is pounding with ferocity as he licks his lips. “You know how long it’s been since I had the touch of a woman? And you got me hard as a rock. I gotta put my seed in you, you know that?”
He slides my dress down one of my shoulders, until the top part of my breast is exposed. “I don’t know, Dyer. I don’t think we oughta…”
“Why not? You ain’t wet for me?”
He leans in to my neck, pulls in my scent. I press my hands to his chest, afraid of going any further.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, playing dumb.
When his hand disappears under my dress, and I feel his fingers delicately pull back the fabric of my briefs, I feel my breath catch in my throat.
“Right here,” he mumbles, passing a finger over my heated lips. “Is that pussy of yours wet?”
I dig my fingers into his chest, tugging at his shirt. “No … no, Dyer. You shouldn’t do that.”
I lean back, deciding I’m going to have to fight him harder if I want him to stop. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I am wet.
But Dyer holds me still, cupping my ass as one of his fingers slides right into my folds. When he realizes just how slick I am for him, he growls.
I try once again, unsuccessfully, to push him away. “Stop it, Dyer. This isn’t right. We’re not married. I … I don’t even know you.”
He grumbles again, his lips planting several kisses along my neck. “We can get to know each other, baby. I wanna know every inch of your body, starting now.”
He dips inside my slick vagina, then comes out and touches my clit, making me release a slight moan.
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me so I can feel you squirm.”
His hand tightens on my bottom as he moves his finger back and forth over my quickly swelling button. I am so ashamed that I’m letting a perfect stranger touch me like this. No matter how good it feels, I shouldn’t let him. I shouldn’t enjoy it.
“Stop it, Dyer,” I murmur, feeling my thighs tremble.
“Aw, come on now. You really want me to stop?”
I huff and nod, but he just chuckles, quickening his pace over my sensitive clit.
“Even though you’re about to cum?”
I bite my lip and grunt. Dammit, he’s right. That tightness is building up, and in an act of betrayal, I start to grind my hips against him, no longer able to fight it.
He dunks several fingers in my canal again, then comes back out, this time his fingers slicker than ever.
“I can feel your cherry in there, too. Don’t think I won’t be taking that innocence soon as I see fit.”
“Mmm,” I moan, causing Dyer to growl and reach for the top of my dress, tugging it down to expose my ample chest. I can’t even think about losing my virginity to that massive cock of his. But the way he’s laying claim to me is making me want to cum.
“Aw fuck, look at those gorgeous, edible titties…”
His tongue glides over my nipples as he continues working my clit. My flesh is searing hot as I rapidly thrust my hips.
“Still want me to stop, baby?”
“No,” I whisper, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Oh god, no.”
“That’s what I thought. I’m gonna make you feel good like this all the time. Just you wait and see.”
My teeth sink further into my lower lip as he moves his mouth to my breasts and forcibly tugs a nipple past his lips. My pussy explodes into orgasm, my cries of pleasure reverberating off the walls around us as Dyer sinks his teeth into my nipple while swirling his finger in agonizing circles over my throbbing pearl.
My body is shaking from the intensity of it all. And Dyer finally allows me a brief reprieve. But when he pulls out his engorged shaft through the opening of his trousers, I feel another stirring.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you with this just yet. But I need to put my seed somewhere. And your mouth is right pretty, Ella.”
He grips the back of my head and slams his lips to mine, letting his tongue dance with lust inside of my mouth. His beard is scruffy on my face. A soft cry comes up from my throat, shocked at how forceful he’s being. But my body ends up melting into the kiss, my core reawakening to his dominance. His hands grope my breasts, fingers twisting and pinching my nipples, making both of us groan in pleasure.
“Come on, baby. Get on those knees a’yours and show me what you can do.”
He lifts me off his lap, and I stand before him, tits exposed, hair a mess, and chest heaving. Dyer grips the base of his shaft as I lower myself, trembling from a combination of fear and desire.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you suck me off.”
And I can’t imagine being able to fit this monster in my mouth, but Dyer seems confident that I can. The crown is dark purple, and as his fingers pass over the veiny, throbbing length, clear fluid pulses out of his slit. For some odd reason, it makes my pussy drip, too.
I give him a worried look, and he smiles at me, fisting my hair with his free hand.
“Atta girl. It won’t take but a minute. You got my balls heaving now.”
And with that, he pushes my head down, angling the head at my lips. I part them and deep inside my mouth he goes, his salty fluid streaking along the roof of my mouth.
I grunt and grab ahold of his thighs right before he goes all the way to my tonsils, forcing me to gag. He’s so thick and so long, I don’t think my mouth could stretch any more than it already is. But yet he continues to force his way in. His fingers tighten around my hair, and he pumps my head up and down, forcing me over his length. I don’t think I’m taking more than half of what he’s got.
“Aw, fuck yeah,” he grunts, giving several hard thrusts.
I don’t know what to do to make him feel good, so I just move my tongue around the base of his sh
aft, mostly because all those veins are throbbing, and they’re making my pussy throb just as much.
“That’s it, right there, baby…” he groans.
I flick my tongue back and forth as he quickens his pace, pumping so fast I can hardly catch my breath. When thick, earthy fluid pulses out in hard bursts, he releases a growl so loud I’m sure everyone in town can hear. My body tingles all over. And all I can do is gulp down every drop.
~Dyer~
I help my Ella get presentable after she sucks me off, pulling her dress up and brushing her hair for her while she sits at her vanity.
Lord help me, she definitely has the sweetest pussy, and the way she took my cock like a little champ…? Fuck, I ain’t letting her get away. I’m gonna make her my bride so I can have not only that mouth but also that pussy whenever I want.
I spend the morning chopping wood and begin the project of repairing the fireplace while Ella tends to the garden. After we have a couple of sandwiches, I walk her into town, unable to keep my eyes off her. She keeps looking at me, too, with those rosy cheeks and eager eyes. I think she wants my fat cock stuffing her until she begs for mercy. I know that’s what I want.
Once we make it there, I kiss her on the cheek. “You have fun with your friend. I’m going to get a job today so I can take care of you the way a man oughta.”
She glides her hands up my chest. “You’ve already held to your end of the bargain, Dyer. If you take care of things around the house, well, I don’t want your money.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “That’s what you say now. But there ain’t no way in hell I’m gonna take you as my bride with no job.”
Her eyes light up. “Your bride?”
“You’re goddamn right, baby. I’m gonna make you my bride so I can take care of you for the rest of your long life.”
She sucks on her lower lip, her cheeks flushing again. I can tell she likes what she hears. She can feed me that “I don’t want your money” bullshit all day long. But a girl wants a man who’s a provider. Not a leach.
