Chapter 9
Debbie didn't get up until noon the next day, and everyone was gone when she awakened.
She put on a gown and hurried downstairs but there was nobody around.
On the kitchen table was a letter. She opened it and a bundle of hundred-dollar bills fell out. The letter was from Cullen, thanking her.
She hadn't expected them to leave like that. Somehow, after the night before, she had expected it to be a little harder for them to leave. But they hadn't even bothered to tell her good-by.
Debbie looked around and she suddenly felt a little empty and lonely.
The house hadn't seemed big when the movie company filled it, but now it seemed huge.
"Damn it," Debbie said fiercely. "They could have said something to me."
It was a useless thought. What did they have to say? The movie was over. There was no need for them to keep hanging around longer than they had to.
At least Cullen was honest.
She picked up the bundle of bills and counted it. She counted out two thousand dollars. Together with the four thousand she had upstairs that Cullen had already paid her, she could get along very well for a while.
But what then?
It was like Cullen had said. Eventually the money was going to run out and she was going to be right back where she started. No money, no job, and no prospects of getting one.
She thought of Joe and those few years they had gone to college together. Why couldn't she have learned how to do something, anything, instead of taking useless liberal courses?
What had Joe said?
"But darling," he whispered. "All you have to know how to do is take care of me."
Then he would give her that grin that meant he was only interested in her special way of taking care of him.
"Damn it, Joe," she muttered. "All that interested you was your selfish desires. You never cared about me. Now what am I going to do when the money runs out?"
Her mind went carefully over all the possibilities.
She could follow Cullen and get her own start in movies, but she really didn't want to leave the farm. She loved the quiet place and the trees and grass and flowing river. She loved her big house.
The city might be full of interesting people, but now those people were just strangers that she had no desire to meet.
"Damn it to hell," she said fiercely.
She fixed her breakfast and drank down two cups of the boiling hot coffee. She drank it black, liking the bitter taste on her tongue.
Her mind kept returning to the farm. Other people lived on farms and made them work. Why couldn't she? Well, for one thing she knew nothing about working a farm.
But she might be able to hire somebody who did.
The thought interested her and she ran it around in her mind.
It might be possible to hire someone to help her work her farm. Someone who knew the area and knew what needed to be done. Someone who already worked on a farm like hers.
She remembered the big, husky Swedish type that Joe had once introduced her to. What was his name? John something or other and he really wasn't Swedish but he had that blond complexion and the light hair.
She also remembered some other things about him. The bulging arms and the hairy chest, the way his face looked so strong and independent. There might be other benefits in having him around.
What made it really interesting was the fact that John worked for her old boss on his farm.
That silvery-haired gentleman who had tried to get her to go down on him right in the office. As if all secretaries were supposed to have round heels or something.
A wicked smile came to her face.
The Huxley farm was a huge sprawling place near the edge of town. Chris Huxley was standing on the front porch when she drove in.
She had never liked Chris very much or she might have been tempted to suck him off. He was one of those men who walked around sneering at other people.
Maybe he thought he had a right to sneer.
He owned the farm and he owned two office buildings, one of which had been where Debbie had worked as a secretary.
He saw Debbie get out of the car and a smug smile came across his face. Debbie wore a black pants suit that looked as if it had been painted on. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were plainly visible against the soft material of her blouse.
"Well," he said. "I thought you might come around again. What's the matter? Can't you find another job?"
He really thought he had Debbie between a rock and a hard place. He kept grinning and licking his lips as if he was in for a treat.
Debbie had already decided to tease him along a little bit. She gave him a soft, helpless smile.
"Mr. Huxley," she said softly. "I was wondering if you could find me a job?"
"Could be," Chris said. "But you know you made me awfully angry when you left."
"I know," she said, allowing her voice to sound trembly. "But I'd make that up to you. I honestly would."
"You would, huh?" he asked. "Well, maybe we can arrange something."
He started walking toward her and she got ready. He halted just inches from her and raised his hand to touch it to the swell of her tits.
She kicked him very hard in his balls.
"Oh my God," he said. He went white and dropped to the dirt groaning.
She felt a large amount of satisfaction seeing him that way.
"You should be more careful, Mr. Huxley," she said. "You can get hurt grabbing at things that don't belong to you."
She left him groaning as she went looking for John. She found him at the door to the barn. He had his shirt off and his muscular chest glistened with sweat.
"You really hurt him that time," John said.
"He deserved it," Debbie said.
Debbie was beginning to feel a surge of confidence that she'd never realized she had. She looked John square in the eye.
"How would you like to work for me?" she asked.
"I don't like pushy women," John said.
He turned away and stepped into the cool quiet of the barn. He picked up a pitchfork and began to push hay into one of the stalls. Debbie followed him inside. She hadn't lost any of her confidence. She knew she was going to do whatever it took to get John. He was the best farmhand around and he belonged to Chris Huxley.
That made it a must that she get him.
"I'm willing to pay well," she said.
He stopped his forking. "Ma'm," he said. "I have a good job that pays well. There's no reason for me to change it now."
"There might be other benefits," she said.
He gave her an appraising look and a grin came to his face. It was a frightening grin. It was the grin of a man who usually got what he wanted. She hadn't expected to find such self-confidence in a farmhand.
"What kind of benefits?" he asked.
"You'd have the complete run of the farm," Debbie answered nervously. "You'd be able to do exactly as you wanted, as long as you made it a working farm."
"Where would I live?" he asked.
"In the house," she answered quickly.
"And whose bed would I sleep in?" he asked.
Debbie felt a choking sensation at the back of her throat.
"I need you," she said. "I want you to work for me. I think we could work things out."
"Maybe so," he said. "I like the idea of running my own place. But it would have to be mine."
"I don't understand," Debbie said.
"I mean that everything on it would belong to me," he said. "Even you!"
Debbie's confidence was beginning to be shaken. This wasn't going the way it should have gone. She had wanted to hire a dull farmhand who would make her farm work. She planned on being the boss.
She could see that this man would never be bossed by her.
"Maybe I shouldn't have come," Debbie said. "I'll just try someone else."
"You don't really want to try anyone else," he said. "I think you want me."
He dried his hands off on his trousers and he started toward her.
Debbie was frantic now. She turned to run and one huge arm went around her shoulders and jerked her hard against him. For a moment she was reminded of Max. How she had loathed his brutal attack.
She felt John's gentle lips kissing the back of her neck.
"I need a place," he said. "A place that is all mine. But you have to be mine also."
She struggled to free herself as he continued to kiss the back of her neck. She kicked down on his instep and he released her. He whirled her around so that her lips were inches from his own.
Her knee came up but he blocked it.
"So, little one," he whispered. "You would do to me what you did to Chris. I don't think so."
His arms tightened around her and she felt her breath go out with a whoosh. She had to drop her knee or he would have squeezed her even harder.
"That's better," he said.
His strength kept reminding her of Max until he kissed her mouth. His lips were nothing like Max's. His lips were hungry and demanding, but they were also gentle. She felt a warmth between her legs.
"No," she said, pushing him away. "Someone might come. Someone might see. I'll let you, but not here."
"It doesn't matter who sees," he said. "They'll know that you're my woman."
She would have protested that she wasn't his woman, but she felt weak as she looked into his eyes. He kissed her again and his sucking hps seemed to drain her will to resist.
She felt his strong hands massaging her titties through her thin blouse.
"Ooooh," she moaned. "That's nice."
No, he was nothing like Max, except his strength was the same. This man was a gentle, no-nonsense man who would take care of her. He might spank her if she deserved it, and she knew without looking that he would have a magnificent cock.
She groaned and pressed herself tightly against his strong body. He smelled of hay and sweat and she found that she liked the smell.
She also realized that he was the type of man that she had been searching for.
It might have seemed too soon for some women, but Debbie had gone through so much that it was easy for her to accept that she needed a man like John.
She ground her body against him, feeling his massive cock straining to get out of his trousers.
He grabbed her head in a fierce grip and forced his tongue deep into her mouth. She responded by pushing her wet tongue against his. Once more she ground her pelvis against his cock.
His broad, strong hands slipped down her back and gently squeezed her asscheeks. She moaned for him to squeeze her harder and he did.
Any other time his fingers might have hurt her as he pinched her ass, but now she was so hot that she wanted to feel him squeezing her. She had the need to be dominated by him, for him to show her that he was strong enough to take care of her forever.
"Oh Jesus," she said softly. "That's nice. Keep touching my ass."
"I like to squeeze you, Debbie," he said. "I used to watch you in town and I wanted to squeeze you. I wanted to feel your ass in my hands. I wanted to kiss your titties and put my cock in your cunt."
"You can now," she moaned. "I'm yours now. You can do anything you want. Anything at all."
His arms tightened around her and she felt herself being lifted.
He held her in his strong grip and carried her to the bale of hay. He lay her down in the soft pile and he stretched out beside her.
His hands squeezed her titties as he again drove his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring.
"God," she moaned. "God. Take off my blouse. Take off my blouse so you can feel me."
He didn't bother to undo her blouse. He got the flimsy fabric in his strong grip and ripped it. The buttons popped off easily.
"Mmmm," she said, as she felt his hot eyes ogling her bare tits.
He touched her flesh and she shivered." His thumb caressed her nipple.
"Do you like them?" she asked him.
She realized that she was already thinking of him as her man. He was the one she wanted and she wanted him to be pleased with her. Especially her body. He didn't need to look anywhere else to see a pair of tits when he had a pair like hers.
"Tell me you like them," she begged him.
She felt as if she was in the power of his words and actions, as if suddenly she belonged completely to him. It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it made her feel kind of dreamy.
"God yes, I like them," he said. "I think you have beautiful titties. I think they should always be naked like this for me to touch and kiss."
"Yes," she groaned. "Kiss them. Show me how much you like them."
"I'll show you," he promised.
She gasped as he bent his head to her titties. His hot mouth sucked at one hard bud and then the other, like a bee hunting pollen. She felt her nipples growing stiffer under his tongue's caress.
"God, that's nice," she groaned.
She arched her back and tried to push even more of her creamy flesh into his mouth.
She pulled at his thick hair as his lips lit fires all over her body.
"That's so nice," Debbie said. "I like that. I like it. I love the way your tongue feels. I love the way you suck me! I love it. Keep tonguing me."
He started biting her gently and his hands went back underneath to cup her ass. He knew what he was doing with his tongue and hands. His caresses left Debbie gasping for breath. She was getting damned hot.
She couldn't resist the impulse to reach for his cock. She gently ran her fingers over the gigantic cock. She felt it tremble in impatience.
She had somehow felt that he would have a nice cock and she wasn't disappointed.
"Oh John," she cried. "It's so big. It's ready for me. It's ready for my cunt. I feel it trembling. I want that big cock stuffed into me."
He bit her harder as she kept running her fingers over his cock. She found the zipper but she couldn't get the damn thing undone. She almost sobbed in impatience. She wanted to feel it. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his staff and feel the sticky jism leaking onto her hands.
"Oh God, John," she moaned. "I can't get it undone. And it's so ready for me!"
"Yes," he agreed. "It's ready for you. It's hot and it's ready and I'm going to put it in your sweet little box. I'm going to fuck you."
"Hurry," she said impatiently.
He grabbed the top of her pants and peeled them easily down her legs in one fluid motion. Her panties just seemed to fall apart with the pull of his fingers.
"Oh God," she said.
"Over on your stomach," he commanded.
She looked at him curiously, but he had no time for hesitation. He grabbed her and rolled her over. She found her face pressed against the sweet-smelling hay. Her titties were pressed flat as he positioned her as he wanted her.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm going to show you how I'll get into your cunt," he said. "Deep and hard!"
He pulled apart the cheeks of her ass and she felt one finger rubbing across her pussy hps.
"Oh, that's making me cock crazy," she said.
He laughed loudly and she heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. She shivered as she felt his huge cockhead being pressed snugly against her furry mound.
"God, give it to me," she begged him. "Put that beautiful piece of meat into my cunt! Fuck me! Please fuck me! I'm so hot for your cock!"
He took the head of his cock between his fingers and began rubbing it up and down her wet slit. She felt herself responding by hotly pushing up her cunt at him. She wanted him to fill her box. God, how she wanted it! She wanted to feel his stiff rod slamming inside her.
He didn't wait long. He thrust savagely and his cock tore into her cunt. She felt the huge cockhead stretching her cunt and she ground herself back against him.
He went deep. Almost too deep. She felt as if he was going to come out her mouth. Once he was in her he rested for a few minutes.
She felt his heavy balls touching her. She also felt the way his cock throbbed inside her.
"Fuck me," she begged him. "I need it now. Fuck me really hard!"
He withdrew his cock partly and then slammed it back into her.
"Oh Jesus," she groaned.
He began to fuck her in deep, slow strokes that seemed to add fuel to her fire.
She found herself grunting and pushing back against him at his every stroke.
"Fuck," she cried. "OH FUCK!"
She might have come then, but he didn't allow her to. He pulled his cock out and slapped her ass. She rolled over onto her back and he dropped between her thighs.
Her arms went around his shoulders and pulled his massive chest against her.
"Put it back in me," she screamed.
This time he drove it savagely into her and started fucking her hard and fast. She moaned each time his cock pressed against her cunt walls.
"Shit," she groaned. "You're going to come out my mouth. I can't stand it. You're breaking me apart. You're going to kill me with that thing!"
Even as she spoke her cunt was sucking at him, as if she was trying to pull his cock deeper into her.
Her ass felt scratchy on the hay but she didn't care. She began to wiggle against him.
"God, that's so big and hard," she moaned. "I love it. I love your big cock."
She reached between them and touched his cock. She felt him jerk as her fingers began to gently squeeze his balls. She wanted to squeeze his cum out. She squeezed harder and he fucked her faster.
"Yes," she cried. "That's it. Give it to me. Give it to me hard! Harder!"
The only sound in the barn was their hard breathing and the slap of his balls against her.
She wanted him deeper, even if he did kill her. She raised her legs and locked them around his back. She felt his cock slam into her so deep that she knew he was tearing her up.
But hot waves of pleasure went all over her body and she met his hard thrusts by lifting her ass and pressing herself tight against him.
"I'm so hot," she moaned. "You're making me come. You're making me come. Oh God, I'm hot! You're making me come. Oh God, IT FEELS SO GOOD I CAN'T STAND ITTTTTT!" She clung to him fiercely as she felt his hard cock spurt into her. She pressed her mouth against his in a feverish kiss that ended only when the last drop of cum had been drained from his cock.
He fell away from her and she followed him like a puppy dog follows its master.
She began to lick his huge prick clean. He sighed softly as she sucked his prick into her mouth.
"Yes," he said. "This is going to work out fine. I'll be your farmhand, but you'll be my woman."
She could only nod as she finished licking his cock clean.
"Let's go home," he said.
The funny thing was that Chris Huxley was still moaning in the yard as they drove away.