by Jane Pearl
Brett and Adam each took one of her elbows and led her towards the church. After the service, they introduced her to their neighbors as their new housekeeper. She shyly shook hands and indulged in small talk with the wives of the other local ranchers. They all seemed curious about the fact that the Harrison brothers had decided to hire a house keeper. She just shrugged and tried to remain non-committal as to why they’d decided to take her on as an employee. She felt Adam stiffen by her side. She looked up to see a handsome blond, blue-eyed cowboy saunter up to them. Both Adam and Brett closed in on either side of her as if to protect her from him. He looked her up and down and offered his hand to her. “Brock Larsen and you are?” Brett stepped in front of her and said, “Maria is our housekeeper. She is under our protection so, hands off.” Adam just bristled next to her and glared at the cowboy. Brock lifted up his hands defensively and backed away. “Sorry, I didn’t realize she was taken.” He tipped his hat to her and turned on his heel and walked away with a swagger. Maria turned to Adam. “Who is he?” Adam replied, “He’s trouble Honey, stay away from him.” With this he grabbed her elbow, gave his neighbors a wave and walked to the truck with Maria in tow. Brett followed close behind. They climbed in the truck and took off. After a few minutes, they reached the only grocery store in town. “Okay Honey, you go on in and get anything you need. Put it on our account. Brett and I need to walk over to the feed store for a second. Just meet us out here when you are ready to go.” With these words, Adam and Brett walked over to the feed store across the street. Maria walked into the grocery store clutching her shopping list. She found the produce section and selected all of the vegetables she would need for the next week. Next she picked up a few boxes of personal wet wipes so she could put them around the house for use after sex with the men. After picking up a few more items, she went to the hair care section and picked up a box of brown hair dye. She looked around surreptitiously and placed it in her basket. She would be able to use it when the men were off working one day. Taking her purchases up to the checkout station, she told the cashier to put it on the Rocking S account. The bubbly blond checkout girl looked at her curiously but rang up her purchases with minimal hassle. Hiding the dye at the bottom of a grocery bag, she walked out to the truck. She placed her purchases behind the front seat and waited by the truck for Brett and Adam. A dark shadow fell over her and she turned towards its source. Brock Larsen stood there studying her quizzically. “So how did Brett and Adam find themselves such a sweet submissive?” Her velvety eyes met his, widened and then lowered, looking at the ground. His rough hand lifted her chin up forcing hesitant brown eyes to meet his flinty blue ones. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what you mean sir. I am just their housekeeper.” She answered trying to stiffen her spine in response to his dominant presence. “Then why do I smell cum on you?” He questioned. She pulled her chin out of his grasp and turned towards the truck taking agitated breaths. “I am sure that Adam and Brett will be here soon, I suggest that you leave before they come back.” He moved up close behind her pressing his hard cock into her butt cleft Taking a piece of long brown hair he finger combed it out from her head and smoothed it over her shoulder. Leaning over to speak in her ear, he said. “I know how to put that butt plug I feel to good use. Why don’t you come work for me? I’d pay you double what they pay and there’s only one of me.” His weight was suddenly lifted off of her back. She turned to see Adam punching Brock in the face. “Don’t you fucking touch her asshole.” Brock fell back onto his butt and scrambled back to get away from the large enraged man. “Sorry man…I just thought I ‘d let her know that she has other options. She’s your sub, I get it…I won’t touch her again.” Saying this he clambered to his feet, beat the dust out of his cowboy hat and walked away quickly, shooting glances over his shoulder. Adam looked her way with fists clenched breathing heavily. He opened the truck door and motioned her to get inside. She quickly pulled herself up onto the seat and fastened the seat belt. Brett climbed in behind her. Adam got behind the wheel. He started up the engine and grimly drove them out of town. There was no conversation as they drove. Maria kept darting nervous glances at Adam’s grim countenance. Even Brett kept quiet. They drove about half the way home when Adam abruptly pulled the truck onto a small overgrown side road. He drove until he found a pull off next to a small creek in a clearing surrounded by trees. Stopping the truck, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her seat to stand in the open door. Turning her to face the vehicle he pushed her forward at the waist until her hands grasped the edge of the bench seat. Flipping her skirt up, he pushed on the small of her back until her hips were angled to his satisfaction. Pulling the white panties down he nudged her feet apart until he could stand between her thighs. Leaning over, he pulled out the plug and threw it into the truck to Brett. Checking her slit for readiness, he held his huge cock with one hand while steadying her body with the other hand on her hip bone. He started stabbing his large tool into her pussy with steady strokes. Once he had it in a few inches, he grabbed both hips with bruising strength. “You can come as much as you want.” She instantly started arching her back as he drove home. This was no gentle loving. He pummeled her through at least four orgasms hitting her cervix with a pleasure/pain sensation that sent her over the edge repeatedly. By the time he came, both he and Maria were drenched with sweat and panting. He ended up by leaning over and resting on her back as his cock released the last of his ejaculation into her ravaged channel. She could feel it bathing her cervix with its warmth, soothing the deep ache. Her body responded by fluttering and pulsing, taking all of his seed in as deep as possible. After their heart rates had quieted down, he pulled out of her. His cum came spilling out of her gaping cunt. He tapped her leg, signaling her to lift it up. He pulled the white panties back on and lifted her back into the truck. She slid into her seat without saying a word and silently fastened her seatbelt. He climbed in and started the truck and turned the wheel to drive back to the main road. Not a word was spoken as they drove home. They all knew what he had been doing with this detour. He had been staking his claim.
Chapter 9 – Remorse
Stopping the truck in front of the house, Adam leaned his head forward for a moment pinching the bridge of his nose. Turning anguished eyes towards Maria. He asked, “Honey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Maria shook her head no. The deep ache in her abdomen would be reminding her of his possession for days to come but she was sure she would recover. Adam reached into the truck and pulled her out into his arms. “I’m going to run you a warm bath to help soothe the pain.” Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her through the front door and upstairs to the bathroom. Placing her on the closed toilet, he ran water in the large claw footed tub until it was the correct temperature. Adding bubble bath he filled the tub while stripping her naked. Unbuttoning her dress, he pulled it over her head and threw it towards the laundry basket. He then unbuckled her sandals, massaging her feet as he took them off. Finally, he grabbed the waistband of the white panties to pull them off. They stuck briefly to her saturated pussy then came off. Adam took a moment to breathe in her scent mingled with his and his brothers cum. As far as he was concerned, it was the only perfume she should ever wear. He threw the panties into the laundry basket. He gently lifted Maria off of the toilet and lowered her into the tub. She winced at the feel of the hot water on her abused parts. Noticing her wince, Adam asked, “Can I bring you anything…a glass of wine or maybe some ibuprofen?” “Wine would be nice.” Maria replied. Adam hurried to bring her the wine. After the bath, Maria took a nap in her room. Adam came up to get her for dinner and carried her down for the simple meal Brett had prepared. After dinner, they all watched a movie in the living room. Adam held her on his lap wrapped in her fluffy robe and a blanket. He gently caressed her in a nonsexual fashion all evening almost like he just wanted to reassure himself that she was there. Maria felt protected and even loved in his embrace. Brett glanced at them with troubled eyes but didn’t say much. When the movie wa
s over, Adam carried her to bed. “Can I sleep with you? I promise that I won’t try to have sex.” Adam looked apprehensive waiting for her answer. “Yes” Maria answered shyly her velvety eyes meeting his. “It comforts me to have you here.” Adam climbed into the bed next to her taking her into his arms. He laid a hand over her abdomen. “How are you feeling?” “I am okay…just a little sore. I don’t think that you really needed to carry me everywhere today.” Her brown eyes gently teased him. “I know that when I would let go with my wife…” He stopped looking at her with sad eyes. “What would happen?” She prompted. “She would tell me that I was too big and that she was afraid to have sex with me. We ended up hardly ever having sex because of her fear.” He sighed and shifted her so her head rested on his broad shoulder. “I loved her but felt like I hurt her every time we made love. It was horrible. When she finally left me a few years ago, I wasn’t surprised. “ He shifted a little on the pillow and stroked her hair. “This is one of the reasons why Brett and I decided to contact Discrete Assignments. We figured that one of their employees would be more open to our lifestyle and also more accommodating for a man of my size.” Maria rubbed his chest thoughtfully for a moment. “I think that you’ve been very considerate in preparing me for you. I have to admit that it does hurt a little but I must like it…I usually come at least three to four times when we’ve been together…even this afternoon.” She smiled up at him again with some heat in her eyes. “I’ve come more often in the last week with you and Brett than I have in my prior twenty five years. I didn’t realize that I had these submissive tendencies until I took this job.” “We think your sexual responsiveness is an amazing gift Honey…thank you.” He kissed her on top of her head.
“So, Mrs. Quinn said that you heard about Discrete Assignments from a friend. Where did you meet him?” She entwined her fingers with his and rested them on his stomach. “We met him at a…club Brett and I go to in Billings. “Maria lifted up and looked at him. “What sort of club?” “Uh, a BDSM club. Brett talked me into going the first time. He said they had women who…enjoy taking large objects. He was right. It was nice to be with someone who wasn’t afraid of me.” He cleared his throat. “That is where we met Bob Simpson. He had his sub with him…the gal from Discrete Assignments. He told us that he was very pleased with her and that she was worth every penny it cost him. After talking to him, we decided to look into it. We both thought it would be nice to not have to drive to Billings every few weeks for sex.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “The rest, as they say, is history. We went through their background check and psychological testing and were approved to receive a placement. That is where you came in Honey.” He hugged her close. “You were everything we’d hoped for and more. That is why…” “What?” She prompted him. “Uh, why I went so ballistic today when Brock touched you...We know him from the club too. He’s known for being really rough with the subs and, in fact, was banned from the club. The thought of him getting his hands on you made me see red. He is one sick bastard.” She shivered. “I really didn’t like him touching me. I was so glad when you rescued me.” She lifted up and placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you. You are like my own white knight.” A laugh rumbled from his chest, “Yeah, a knight who fucks you silly after rescuing you!” “If the fairytales were written for adults, I promise you that part would be included.” She smiled against his chest as she said this kissing her way down towards his rapidly hardening cock. “Can I service you, my liege?” She said in a teasing voice. “Oh, Honey…” He groaned, grabbing the back of her neck with one hand. “That would be fucking fantastic.” She kissed her way down to his now rock hard penis and kissed the top. Grabbing it with her small hands wrapped around either side, she stretched her lips wide to take it in. She could only get the head in to the back of her throat but sucked it industriously while jacking him off with both of her hands. He pressed her head down while shallowly fucking her mouth, moaning and groaning in appreciation. Suddenly he stiffened as his cock lengthened almost gagging her. Soon afterwards she felt his salty fluid spill into her mouth and throat. She eagerly swallowed it and then licked him clean. Now lying flaccid on his thigh, his penis still looked monstrously large. She gently kissed it and looked up to him. “I am a very lucky girl. Your wife was crazy.” He smiled down at her while stroking her head. “Thank you Maria. That makes me feel much better.” He gathered her up to him and turned to his side spooning her. “Time for bed. Good night Honey.” With these words, he turned off the light.
Chapter 10 – The Routine
In the following weeks, life at the Rocking S settled into a routine. Maria presented herself for inspection daily with Brett. He would sometimes still fit her with toys to wear during the day but often would just settle on the butt plug. With his toys and daily casual stimulation, Maria realized that he had conditioned her to stay wet throughout the day. If either man came into the room, her pussy would start releasing copious fluids in anticipation of their possession. Knowing this, both men delighted in having her Show by lifting her skirts frequently throughout the day and at the table during meals. She would often have to stop in the bathroom and clean up if she’d been in their presence. She begged Brett to allow her to sit on a towel during meals and in the truck but he enjoyed seeing how much cunt fluid had accumulated during the time she spent seated. He often would have her lick it up while fucking her quick and hard from behind.
She spent most afternoons working in her studio. Neither man bothered her while she was painting. She found that her abstract paintings reflected her new found sensuality with faceless feminine forms submitting to men in various positions. Brett and Adam both admired her works and asked if they could hang her paintings in their bedrooms. Blushing with pride, Maria gifted each of them with their favorite painting.
Evenings were spent with the men. She would often sit and read a book while they watched TV or played board games. Sometimes one of both of the men would bring her to sit on their laps and casually stimulate her until she begged them to take her. Adam usually just carried her upstairs to fuck her but Brett still enjoyed taking her where ever he happened to be. The large ottoman in the living room got a good work out from their amorous activities. One evening while sitting at the kitchen table, he had her sitting on his lap facing him while he played cribbage with Adam. Lowering her onto his cock, he would work her on his penis for a few strokes then just sit with it inside her throbbing cunt until he was done taking his turn. He managed to keep her on the edge for about an hour begging him for release until he finally relented and fucked her to orgasm. After watching her and Brett, Adam was more than ready to fuck her when they got to bed. He usually took her in the missionary position because it was less likely to hurt her. One night he walked into the room and she was waiting for him in the Mount position. “Please sir, I would like to try…” “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” “If you put your fist around the base, I think it will be okay Sir.” Taking a deep breath, he stripped quickly and climbed up behind her on the bed with his giant cock hard and glistening at the tip. Dipping the head into her soppy cunt, he rubbed it up and down over the creamy slit. Grabbing her hip with one hand, he started guiding his penis into her stretched out channel. He almost came from watching his club split her red lips apart. Once he was bumping her cervix, he stopped and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. “How does that feel Honey?” Breathing heavily with the side of her face mashed into the bedspread she answered, “Really deep Sir but it feels so good…can I…?” “Yes, you can come.” He commanded. She instantly started coming squeezing his cock in a vise-like grip. He could see creamy fluid flooding her slit around his penis. He knew that some of the fluid was his brother’s cum from an earlier fucking downstairs. The thought of this turned him on and he started heavily thrusting into her. Her position made it impossible for her to do anything but take whatever he gave her. He thrusted so hard, he started pushing her up the bed until her head was banging against the head
board. Lifting her up into his arms, he started working her up and down his shaft. She came again with her head dropping back onto his shoulder. He reached around and kissed her on the lips. His penis lengthened and started releasing his cum inside her. She accepted his seed, her cunt squeezing him spasmodically. They dropped down to the bed with her underneath him, his cock still inside her. After her breathing had slowed down and her vagina had quieted in its pulsations she said, “Thank you Sir. I would very much like to do that again sometime if it pleases you.” “It pleases me very much Honey.” He dropped a kiss to the back of her head and disengaged. Hugging her to him he drifted off to sleep thanking the fates for sending her to them.