VCard - Losing it.
I grew up in a shabby, rundown area of small farms. The place wasn't even really a town, just a s**ttering of houses and a couple of churches spread along a state highway that led to a smallish town.
I lived with my dad in a small little 5 room house on the property of an old retired farmer, Quimby. Dad sc****d out a meager living taking care of Quimby's property. Quimby had done well for himself, He'd quit school at 16 and joined the military when he turned 18, and had served 20 years. A typical looking older white man, he was clean-shaven and had looks that were rough, but not particularly ugly. He was of average size and in decent shape from his military career followed by the hard work of farming but had a well developed paunch, along with salt and pepper hair.
I quickly figured out that he desperately wanted to fuck me, but he didn't take me until I turned 18. Once I did, however, and he nailed me the first time, he used me for everything I was worth.
Our relationship was weird. He used me, no question, but I also think he had some affection for me initially, likely from watching me grow up. He freely provided me with the means to get away from him, even while he was trying to keep me as his slave. He could be incredibly cruel to me, and he could be incredibly generous. He was extremely possessive of me, but he eagerly sold me to his friends and anyone else who had the money to pay for my services.
Quimby was a bundle of contradictions in so many ways. He didn't use d**gs, and he wasn't a heavy drinker, at least not at first. But he did have vices. He loved to push people to their breaking point and sex was just one more tool to do that.
When I was 16, a senior from my school was hired on by Quimby. Tyler was good looking and had no problem getting female attention, but he was there at the farm 20 plus hours a week so I was a satisfactory diversion even though I didn't run in his popular circle. It wasn't a steady relationship, but he was a teenage boy that was defined by sex and conquests, and as long as he was getting that, he didn't mind who from particularly. Sex was something he thought would be easy with me.
That phase of my life ended abruptly not long after I turned 17. Daddy was away picking up fencing for the fields and I was in the back of the barn on my knees between Tyler's thighs.
I'll give him credit; Quimby didn't lose his temper. But the low, even tone in his voice and the look in his eyes told Tyler he'd better grab his clothes and go without bothering to get dressed.
"Son," he called out, just before Tyler bolted from the back of the barn. "I oughta tell her Daddy and let him handle you!!!, NOW GIT!"
That was when I made the deal with the devil that bound me to Quimby... He just stared at me, his eyes all but r****g me with his lustful look. That's when I realized that he wasn't protecting my virtue so much as he was protecting his possession, his investment. Quimby then said, "Girlie, you stay just like that, right there, right now." He slid himself into Tyler's spot so that his crotch was only about a foot from my face. My shirt was unbuttoned exposing my lacy bra and ample cleavage. Quimby drank in the sight and said "Damn girlie, thats a fine sight. If you like to suck cock, you ought to experience a real man.." as he rubbed the visible lump in the front of his jeans. Finally, he let me button my shirt and he called me back to sit across from him on another overturned bucket in the barn.
"Girl," he began. "Do you want to end up like the folks around here with no future and no prospects? That's where that's gonna get you. My God, girl, you've got brains and talent, but you shouldn't waste them on those young bucks? You can do so much better. You have the ability to get out of this place, and I can help you."
"How, Quimby?" I said in a small voice.
"I'm going to make you an offer, a generous offer, but it comes with strict conditions," he said.
"Conditions?" I asked.
"If you will keep up your grades, I'll help you get into college," he said. "And I'll help pay for it."
"Would you really?" I said, suddenly ecstatic that my college dreams might actually come true. "But, how? Isn't it awfully expensive?"
"It is, and I don't have the money to do it at the moment, but with your help we'll get the money," he said. "Here's the deal. You agree to abstain from sex, d**gs and alcohol until you turn 18, then you go to work for me. You agree to work for me, doing whatever I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, for the four years that you're at the university. Your pay will go directly into a fund to pay for tuition costs, less a little spending money, and I'll match it. When you turn 18, I'll buy you a cheap vehicle, and we'll start making some money. When you obtain your college diploma, not a day before, you'll be free to go wherever you want in search of whatever career you aspire to."
"But what kind of work would I have to do for you?" I said, suddenly very leery.
In the pit of my stomach, I knew what kind of work he was talking about. Quimby wouldn't be that generous unless he had a devious motive in mind, especially since he was making this offer minutes after catching me in the act of performing fellatio with a boy.
"You leave that to me," he said. "For now, I'm going to put you on the farm's payroll, and increase your hours drastically. It appears that you have too much free time, if you're running around sucking cum out these young bucks. You are going to work here at the farm and study hard. There is scholarship money available, and we're going to pursue those avenues, but you'll need much more to get through four years of college."
"What if I don't agree to your conditions?" I said timidly.
"Well, you can go on like you have been, get pregnant within a year, drop out of school and live on the street somewhere with your bastard baby," he said. "Girl, I'm offering you a chance to make something of yourself. All I'm asking in return is your obedience. If you go along with me, I'll take good care of you, but you have to agree to obey me without question or hesitation."
I really didn't have any choice. If I eventually wanted out of there - and I did, desperately - I had to play Quimby's game, do whatever he wanted to do with me, as he said, without question or hesitation. There were many nights over the next six years when I wondered if it was all worth it.
Despite my misgivings about his intentions for me down the road, and the vague sense of dread I felt about what awaited me when I turned 18, I have to say that the next year was the best and most important year of my upbringing.
It was during this period that I developed my drive to excel at my work, and that was when I learned my organizational skills. Both of those factors have been so critical to my success in taking control of my life and making something of myself when everyone around me expected me to fail.
Working at the farm nearly full time also helped. The place was actually quite successful. It was a feed store and hay place and the best for miles around, so business was pretty good.
He didn't come right out and say what he was going to do when I turned 18, but from his innuendoes, it was clear that he intended to fuck me, and I expected he intended to test my limits, sharing me? Selling me? I didn't know his plans, I just knew it would not be **********.
That was plainly obvious by the leers I began to get as my senior year progressed. Quimby didn't travel as much as he had before, preferring to have his buddies hang out at the farm. After closing, they'd sit around having a few beers, and they'd make me sit with them, to fetch refills or stir up some food.
They'd look me up and down like a dog looks at a juicy steak, and occasionally, one of them would "accidentally" brush up against me and run his hands over my behind. But, other than that, they kept their distance until I turned 18. I suppose I had this kernel of hope that what I feared wouldn't happen, but I knew better. And I'm not sure how much I really feared what was going to happen.
I do admit that without any kind of sexual contact from the boys my age I had developed a pretty lurid imagination, and a lot of my fantasies included the man I was around more than any other, Quimby. I couldn't help it. I spent a lot of nights in bed imagining him giving me pleasure.
But I never, in all of my fantasies, expected him to give me the kind of brain-numbing pleasure he did the first time he fucked me. It was that night that really turned me into a whore, one who was worth every penny that was paid for me. And it was what kept me tied to him for the next four years.
I was more and more nervous as my birthday approached, wondering how it was going to happen. As it turned out, hel did it very skillfully and honestly, for a change.
My birthday came and went without any mention of it whatsoever. But the next night, I was at his kitchen table serving him dinner, he looked across at me, and I felt a chill go through me. His look was filled with such lust and longing that it took my breath away.
"Baby," he began, and I really wondered then what was in store for me, because he'd never used any kind of endearment toward me. "I didn't get a chance to wish you a happy birthday yesterday, so I'm doing so today. Need I remind you that you are now 18, and it is time for you to become a woman, in every respect."
"Quimby, please..." I started. I felt that I needed to put up at least some token objection to what he had planned for me. But he stopped me before I could continue.
"Shhhhhh, little one," he said softly. Now I was intrigued, because I had never seen this side of him, the tender, loving side that he had kept hidden behind his gruff outer shell. "I have something for you."
And he produced a small gift-wrapped box and handed it to me. I opened it and saw that it was velvet box from a jeweler. I opened it up and was stunned to find a 14-karat gold necklace with a small heart pendant. I started to cry, then, because it was the first time anyone had given me a gift like that, and it had come from the man I had least expected it to come from.
"Regardless of what happens, wear it and know that I truly do care for you," he said. "I have watched you grow into the beautiful young thing you are, and I want you."
I stammered my thanks, then walked over and hugged his neck. If things had stopped right there, I may have never left. It was the sweetest thing he'd ever done for me, and I still have that necklace, although I don't wear it. It is just about the only thing I have left from that time, and I keep it to remind me of both the good times and bad times I had when I was under his care.
But with Quimby, as I would find out, everything eventually came back around to sex, and he quickly moved on to the business of seducing me and getting me to do his bidding.
"Baby," he said, staring across the table at me. "I can't tell you how badly I want you, how hard it has been to wait and to desire you so much and not be able to do anything about it. Oh, I could have forced myself on you at the start, but I knew you had to be legal, and I didn't want to just take you."
I sat there in silence. There was nothing I could say, because I had known all along about his lust for me, and I had begun to realize that perhaps I was willing, as well.
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," he continued. "I want you to give yourself freely and willingly, if that's what you want. We made an agreement years ago, and I am prepared to honor that agreement, but only if you are prepared to hold up your end."
"What do I have to do?" I said softly. I knew, but I wanted him to spell it out for me, to admit to himself that he wanted me for his whore.
"You must agree to ownership. You will be mine, honestly and completely," he said. "You must do what I say when I say it, go with anyone I tell you to go with and do anything - anything - they want to do. You have something a lot of people, not just men, desire. You are young, but wise. You are innocent, but sensual. There is a big market for girls like you, who look innocent, but who are experienced and willing, especially in this area where really pretty girls like you are rare."
"In other words, you want me to be your whore, and screw you and all of your friends for money," I said, and I shivered with a combination of fear and lust as I said it.
Quimby just nodded his head.
"I do, but only if you want to," he said. "You're an adult now, and I can't make you. You have to agree to it. That is the offer. I'll buy you a good, inexpensive car and maintain it so you can live here and drive back and forth to school. I will take what you make working for me and match it dollar-for-dollar with profits from the farm to pay for your education. I'm willing to do it because I believe in you, and I think you have the ability to make something of yourself.
"Girl, I'm not going to lie to you. What I am asking in return isn't going to be easy. You will be doing things you never dreamed you would be doing, some of them quite degrading. I don't want there to be any illusions about what I'm going to want you to do. So I am prepared today to take the offer off the table. If you don't think this is something you can handle, something you are willing to do, then you can say no, right now. But if you do, you will be on your own the day after you graduate from high school in a few weeks. That means you will have to somehow find your own place to live and find a way to pay for it, somehow find the means to pay your tuition and somehow find a way to provide your own transportation to college. I can't afford to continue to support you without some help. If you're not willing to help me, then I can't help you."
He had me stretched across that proverbial barrel, and he knew it, because he sat back in his chair with a smug look on his face. I looked down at the floor as I thought about it. He was giving me a way out, and I probably should have taken it, but I wasn't prepared at that moment to strike out on my own. I had a little bit of money saved up, but not nearly enough to pay for tuition, room and board for even a semester, let alone for some place to live over the summer.
And, too, I was still fearful of being on my own with no one to care for me. Leaving Quimby at that moment would have been disastrous for me. With him, I somehow felt safe, in spite of what he was planning for me.
I calculated the risk-reward ratio for what he was offering, and I couldn't see saying no. True, he was asking me to sacrifice my self-respect, not to mention my body, for lewd, possibly unspeakable desires. But I wanted that college education more than anything else in the world, and I was determined to get it, even if I had to walk through the fires of hell for it. I looked up at him with my eyes brimming with tears.
"If I say yes, will you promise to let me go in four years, after I graduate?" I asked. "And can I count on you to keep me from getting hurt?"
"Sweetheart, I will protect you and keep you from trouble at every step of the way," he said. "And if you give me four years of service, I promise I will let you go. I'll give you your wings and let you fly."
"OK, then, I'll do it," I said. "But if you don't hold up your end of the deal, I will never forgive you and I will hate you until the day I die."
I think he tried in some respects, but it was impossible for him to keep all of his promises. But I wouldn't find that out until much later.
"Good girl," he said. "It's getting late tonight, and we have a lot to do before Saturday. But then we can take our time, so I can start teaching you about sex. I'm sure you think you know a lot about it, and you do, up to a point. But there is so much more you need to learn to become someone who is worth what people are willing to pay good money for. You're going to be the best, and by the time Monday comes, you will know everything you need to know to be the best."
I felt a shudder run through my body then, and it wasn't just fear. Having made my decision, having set my course, I was eager to learn whatever this perverted old man had to teach me. And that turned out to be a lot. It had been more than a year since I'd had a sexual encounter of any sort other than masturbation, and I thought I was ready.
But first, there was the matter of birth control. I was sent to a gynecologist for a full exam and to get a prescription for contraceptives. That would always be his Rule No. 1. I was to take no chances with a possible pregnancy. I got started later that week and stayed on them religiously for the next four years.
I usually had Saturday off. It was my one day to go to town and visit what friends I had, and I did have a few, or maybe go shopping. At the time, my hair had grown quite long, but he told me that I had to alwasy wear it in a pony tail or pigtails unless someone wanted something else. He had a young-girlish image of me he wanted to project, and he even made me cut c***dish bangs into my hair.
I got back to the store about 3:30, as I usually did on Saturday, in case I was needed to run things while he ran errands. But he told me to go on upstairs, that he would close and that I was to take a long bath, pamper myself was how he put it, and that he had something for me when I was finished.
I soaked a long time in a bubble bath, then padded to his room, where I saw a flat box on the bed. I opened it, and gasped slightly. It was a negligee of a transparent purple color, with matching panties that amounted to next to nothing. There was a note in the bottom from Quimby. It told me to wear this, "so you will feel like a woman."
The note also said that if there was any pubic hair showing after I put on the panties, to get rid of it. He didn't want me to shave completely, but he wanted my bush trimmed. My pubic hair is fairly thin anyway, so it didn't take much to conform to his wishes. He also wanted me well made up, so I took my time fixing my face and painting my nails. I rarely wore make-up, so this was a real experience.
When I was finished, it was a revelation, the first time in my life that I really thought of myself as pretty. I know all of the guys who'd sniffed around me all my life had told me that, but I had never believed it. But looking in the mirror that night, I realized that I was indeed very nice-looking. It was a real ego boost, and more was in store.
When he walked through the door, I was framed in the doorway of the bathroom, striking a sexy pose. He whistled invitingly, came over to me, gathered me in his arms and we kissed. And I mean we kissed. This was nothing like how I had been kissed before. His lips were like a feather as he kissed me softly. Soon our tongues were swirling around each other, as passion began to build. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as I felt his body press against mine. I could especially feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans as our arousal began to climb.
We broke then, and Quimby stepped back to take off his clothes. His hard cock bobbed in front of him as he removed his pants. His body was nothing I hadn't seen, but somehow it was different this time. This time, he was going to fuck me, and we had both been thinking about it for more than a year.
I figured it was going to be like every other sexual encounter I'd ever had. We'd to go in his bedroom, get on the bed, he was going to try to put his cock in me, hump me for about five minutes, cum in me, and that would be it. Man, was I ever in for a surprise.
To begin with, we didn't go in the bedroom at all. We just stood there in front of the bathroom door as he ran his tongue down my neck to my gauze-covered tits. He squeezed my full breasts, licked them, sucked them and generally took a lot of time with my tits. I could feel the sensations sizzling from my nipples to my cunt, and I was gasping and breathing heavily.
Just then, I felt his fingers slide between my legs, just sawing over my mound, without actually touching me. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers in the gusset of my panties and I gasped loudly as he delved into my wet flesh. He plunged two fingers in my hole and fucked me for about five seconds, then slid his fingers around and found my swelling clit.
"Ahh! Ahh!" I cried out as he rolled my little bud around with his fingers, then he resumed finger-fucking me. I reached down and grasped his cock in my little hand, and I trembled as I felt his hot, hard meat. It throbbed in my hand as I lightly jacked him, the way I would with Tyler so many times before. We worked our hands at each other, as we kissed again, hungrily.
Then he abruptly pulled his hand away, held me at my sides and kissed his way down my stomach, down my abdomen, until his head was perched between my legs. He picked up my left leg, d****d it over his shoulder, pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and pressed his mouth to my pussy.
I threw my head back and cried in lust as he licked his way up my wet slot, up to my clit, then back down and all around my gushing gash. His hands caressed my buttocks as he ate my pussy with the relish of a man who obviously knew what he was doing and enjoyed doing it.
This, too, was a revelation. The boys I had encountered had shied away from it, claiming it was gross.
I humped Quimby's face with my hips, trying to get all of my boiling crotch on his active mouth. I could feel a queasy feeling building in my guts as I approached a really intense climax. I had been able to give myself orgasms with my hands over the years, but they had always been rather mild. Not this one, however. This felt like the spread of hot lava all through my insides, and I began to moan loudly as the feeling swelled.
Suddenly, everything seemed to fade into the background as I felt a white-hot rush through my body. I shuddered and twitched, squealed and groaned as I orgasmed all over his face. I hardly remember exactly how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on the bed with my legs in the air and this older experienced man was peeling my soaked panties off.
Then he dropped my legs, and I spread them wide. I was ready. I looked up at my new owner with a pleading look, reached down and spread open my dripping lips.
"Fuck me," I said softly. "Please, fuck me and make me a woman. I want you."
He just grinned lewdly, as he knee-walked his way between my legs, rubbed the head of his cock between my lips several times, then pushed his way in slowly. God, it seemed like it took forever for him to get all of his impressive cock up my tiny twat. But that was good.
He took his sweet time, making sure my pussy was accepting his length and his girth, rather than just taking me. As a result, he could easily get all of his cock in without hurting me, and when he did fill me all the way, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Quite simply, I went berserk. It felt so good, and I was so horny, that my arousal just exploded all over the place. I worked my body around him in a way. I brought him to me and kissed him frantically, like a true bitch in heat. The negligee stuck to my sweat-covered body as I blasted through a powerful orgasm and straight into another. It was like the door to another wonderful world of sensation had opened up to me, and I was eager to walk through it.
Quimby grinned down at me as he pistoned his cock back and forth in me at an even pace. Even then, even as he finally had the object of his long-held lust wrapped around his throbbing dick, he was taking his time, holding back, taking it deliberately, and making sure that he absolutely drove me crazy with lust.
In fact, I was out of my mind with passion, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked him, more than he fucked me. I took every bit of his cock, and was crying out for more. And finally his cool began to crack. He picked up my legs by the ankles, bent them back and began to drive his cock harder and faster in my molten cunt. I just lay there and let him have the run of me; I was so gone with lust, that was all I could do.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more orgasmic sensation, I hit a new peak, as my body was wracked with huge shudders and I felt almost faint. That's when I felt him swell to an impossible size and I felt his cock explode deep inside me. It seemed like he couldn't stop cumming, as hot jets of creamy cum filled me to overflowing. We gasped together in our mutual release, relieved that he had finally consummated his ownership and claimed by virginity which no other man could ever have.
I must have passed out for a moment, because when I became aware again, Quimby was lying next to me, his chest heaving, and I could feel his thick, hot cum pouring out of my empty, gaping hole. We both laughed then, and I still get a slight thrill out of the memory, my bitter feelings toward him notwithstanding. It was the first truly great sex of my life, and it set the stage for everything that would happen over the next four years.
An hour later, after we had gotten a bite to eat, we were at it again, with me on top. He skillfully worked me up and down on his rock-hard cock, teaching me how to pleasure a man by riding, and I shook and trembled through at least a half-dozen orgasms before he finally shot another hot load of cum up my cunt.
Much later, sometime in the night, his cock found its way into my pussy from behind, in a spoon position and rutted in and out of me at a slow relaxed pace for a long time, me grinding backward onto him and doing kegels which made him groan, and he ended up getting me on my knees and fucking me again doggy-style where he began to run his fingers over rear passage. He was right. I thought I'd known what sex was all about, but that night, he showed me how little I really did know.
After that first night, I was in a state of bliss. Unfortunately, the next day was the day in which I began to get acquainted with my new job.
I lived with my dad in a small little 5 room house on the property of an old retired farmer, Quimby. Dad sc****d out a meager living taking care of Quimby's property. Quimby had done well for himself, He'd quit school at 16 and joined the military when he turned 18, and had served 20 years. A typical looking older white man, he was clean-shaven and had looks that were rough, but not particularly ugly. He was of average size and in decent shape from his military career followed by the hard work of farming but had a well developed paunch, along with salt and pepper hair.
I quickly figured out that he desperately wanted to fuck me, but he didn't take me until I turned 18. Once I did, however, and he nailed me the first time, he used me for everything I was worth.
Our relationship was weird. He used me, no question, but I also think he had some affection for me initially, likely from watching me grow up. He freely provided me with the means to get away from him, even while he was trying to keep me as his slave. He could be incredibly cruel to me, and he could be incredibly generous. He was extremely possessive of me, but he eagerly sold me to his friends and anyone else who had the money to pay for my services.
Quimby was a bundle of contradictions in so many ways. He didn't use d**gs, and he wasn't a heavy drinker, at least not at first. But he did have vices. He loved to push people to their breaking point and sex was just one more tool to do that.
When I was 16, a senior from my school was hired on by Quimby. Tyler was good looking and had no problem getting female attention, but he was there at the farm 20 plus hours a week so I was a satisfactory diversion even though I didn't run in his popular circle. It wasn't a steady relationship, but he was a teenage boy that was defined by sex and conquests, and as long as he was getting that, he didn't mind who from particularly. Sex was something he thought would be easy with me.
That phase of my life ended abruptly not long after I turned 17. Daddy was away picking up fencing for the fields and I was in the back of the barn on my knees between Tyler's thighs.
I'll give him credit; Quimby didn't lose his temper. But the low, even tone in his voice and the look in his eyes told Tyler he'd better grab his clothes and go without bothering to get dressed.
"Son," he called out, just before Tyler bolted from the back of the barn. "I oughta tell her Daddy and let him handle you!!!, NOW GIT!"
That was when I made the deal with the devil that bound me to Quimby... He just stared at me, his eyes all but r****g me with his lustful look. That's when I realized that he wasn't protecting my virtue so much as he was protecting his possession, his investment. Quimby then said, "Girlie, you stay just like that, right there, right now." He slid himself into Tyler's spot so that his crotch was only about a foot from my face. My shirt was unbuttoned exposing my lacy bra and ample cleavage. Quimby drank in the sight and said "Damn girlie, thats a fine sight. If you like to suck cock, you ought to experience a real man.." as he rubbed the visible lump in the front of his jeans. Finally, he let me button my shirt and he called me back to sit across from him on another overturned bucket in the barn.
"Girl," he began. "Do you want to end up like the folks around here with no future and no prospects? That's where that's gonna get you. My God, girl, you've got brains and talent, but you shouldn't waste them on those young bucks? You can do so much better. You have the ability to get out of this place, and I can help you."
"How, Quimby?" I said in a small voice.
"I'm going to make you an offer, a generous offer, but it comes with strict conditions," he said.
"Conditions?" I asked.
"If you will keep up your grades, I'll help you get into college," he said. "And I'll help pay for it."
"Would you really?" I said, suddenly ecstatic that my college dreams might actually come true. "But, how? Isn't it awfully expensive?"
"It is, and I don't have the money to do it at the moment, but with your help we'll get the money," he said. "Here's the deal. You agree to abstain from sex, d**gs and alcohol until you turn 18, then you go to work for me. You agree to work for me, doing whatever I tell you to do when I tell you to do it, for the four years that you're at the university. Your pay will go directly into a fund to pay for tuition costs, less a little spending money, and I'll match it. When you turn 18, I'll buy you a cheap vehicle, and we'll start making some money. When you obtain your college diploma, not a day before, you'll be free to go wherever you want in search of whatever career you aspire to."
"But what kind of work would I have to do for you?" I said, suddenly very leery.
In the pit of my stomach, I knew what kind of work he was talking about. Quimby wouldn't be that generous unless he had a devious motive in mind, especially since he was making this offer minutes after catching me in the act of performing fellatio with a boy.
"You leave that to me," he said. "For now, I'm going to put you on the farm's payroll, and increase your hours drastically. It appears that you have too much free time, if you're running around sucking cum out these young bucks. You are going to work here at the farm and study hard. There is scholarship money available, and we're going to pursue those avenues, but you'll need much more to get through four years of college."
"What if I don't agree to your conditions?" I said timidly.
"Well, you can go on like you have been, get pregnant within a year, drop out of school and live on the street somewhere with your bastard baby," he said. "Girl, I'm offering you a chance to make something of yourself. All I'm asking in return is your obedience. If you go along with me, I'll take good care of you, but you have to agree to obey me without question or hesitation."
I really didn't have any choice. If I eventually wanted out of there - and I did, desperately - I had to play Quimby's game, do whatever he wanted to do with me, as he said, without question or hesitation. There were many nights over the next six years when I wondered if it was all worth it.
Despite my misgivings about his intentions for me down the road, and the vague sense of dread I felt about what awaited me when I turned 18, I have to say that the next year was the best and most important year of my upbringing.
It was during this period that I developed my drive to excel at my work, and that was when I learned my organizational skills. Both of those factors have been so critical to my success in taking control of my life and making something of myself when everyone around me expected me to fail.
Working at the farm nearly full time also helped. The place was actually quite successful. It was a feed store and hay place and the best for miles around, so business was pretty good.
He didn't come right out and say what he was going to do when I turned 18, but from his innuendoes, it was clear that he intended to fuck me, and I expected he intended to test my limits, sharing me? Selling me? I didn't know his plans, I just knew it would not be **********.
That was plainly obvious by the leers I began to get as my senior year progressed. Quimby didn't travel as much as he had before, preferring to have his buddies hang out at the farm. After closing, they'd sit around having a few beers, and they'd make me sit with them, to fetch refills or stir up some food.
They'd look me up and down like a dog looks at a juicy steak, and occasionally, one of them would "accidentally" brush up against me and run his hands over my behind. But, other than that, they kept their distance until I turned 18. I suppose I had this kernel of hope that what I feared wouldn't happen, but I knew better. And I'm not sure how much I really feared what was going to happen.
I do admit that without any kind of sexual contact from the boys my age I had developed a pretty lurid imagination, and a lot of my fantasies included the man I was around more than any other, Quimby. I couldn't help it. I spent a lot of nights in bed imagining him giving me pleasure.
But I never, in all of my fantasies, expected him to give me the kind of brain-numbing pleasure he did the first time he fucked me. It was that night that really turned me into a whore, one who was worth every penny that was paid for me. And it was what kept me tied to him for the next four years.
I was more and more nervous as my birthday approached, wondering how it was going to happen. As it turned out, hel did it very skillfully and honestly, for a change.
My birthday came and went without any mention of it whatsoever. But the next night, I was at his kitchen table serving him dinner, he looked across at me, and I felt a chill go through me. His look was filled with such lust and longing that it took my breath away.
"Baby," he began, and I really wondered then what was in store for me, because he'd never used any kind of endearment toward me. "I didn't get a chance to wish you a happy birthday yesterday, so I'm doing so today. Need I remind you that you are now 18, and it is time for you to become a woman, in every respect."
"Quimby, please..." I started. I felt that I needed to put up at least some token objection to what he had planned for me. But he stopped me before I could continue.
"Shhhhhh, little one," he said softly. Now I was intrigued, because I had never seen this side of him, the tender, loving side that he had kept hidden behind his gruff outer shell. "I have something for you."
And he produced a small gift-wrapped box and handed it to me. I opened it and saw that it was velvet box from a jeweler. I opened it up and was stunned to find a 14-karat gold necklace with a small heart pendant. I started to cry, then, because it was the first time anyone had given me a gift like that, and it had come from the man I had least expected it to come from.
"Regardless of what happens, wear it and know that I truly do care for you," he said. "I have watched you grow into the beautiful young thing you are, and I want you."
I stammered my thanks, then walked over and hugged his neck. If things had stopped right there, I may have never left. It was the sweetest thing he'd ever done for me, and I still have that necklace, although I don't wear it. It is just about the only thing I have left from that time, and I keep it to remind me of both the good times and bad times I had when I was under his care.
But with Quimby, as I would find out, everything eventually came back around to sex, and he quickly moved on to the business of seducing me and getting me to do his bidding.
"Baby," he said, staring across the table at me. "I can't tell you how badly I want you, how hard it has been to wait and to desire you so much and not be able to do anything about it. Oh, I could have forced myself on you at the start, but I knew you had to be legal, and I didn't want to just take you."
I sat there in silence. There was nothing I could say, because I had known all along about his lust for me, and I had begun to realize that perhaps I was willing, as well.
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," he continued. "I want you to give yourself freely and willingly, if that's what you want. We made an agreement years ago, and I am prepared to honor that agreement, but only if you are prepared to hold up your end."
"What do I have to do?" I said softly. I knew, but I wanted him to spell it out for me, to admit to himself that he wanted me for his whore.
"You must agree to ownership. You will be mine, honestly and completely," he said. "You must do what I say when I say it, go with anyone I tell you to go with and do anything - anything - they want to do. You have something a lot of people, not just men, desire. You are young, but wise. You are innocent, but sensual. There is a big market for girls like you, who look innocent, but who are experienced and willing, especially in this area where really pretty girls like you are rare."
"In other words, you want me to be your whore, and screw you and all of your friends for money," I said, and I shivered with a combination of fear and lust as I said it.
Quimby just nodded his head.
"I do, but only if you want to," he said. "You're an adult now, and I can't make you. You have to agree to it. That is the offer. I'll buy you a good, inexpensive car and maintain it so you can live here and drive back and forth to school. I will take what you make working for me and match it dollar-for-dollar with profits from the farm to pay for your education. I'm willing to do it because I believe in you, and I think you have the ability to make something of yourself.
"Girl, I'm not going to lie to you. What I am asking in return isn't going to be easy. You will be doing things you never dreamed you would be doing, some of them quite degrading. I don't want there to be any illusions about what I'm going to want you to do. So I am prepared today to take the offer off the table. If you don't think this is something you can handle, something you are willing to do, then you can say no, right now. But if you do, you will be on your own the day after you graduate from high school in a few weeks. That means you will have to somehow find your own place to live and find a way to pay for it, somehow find the means to pay your tuition and somehow find a way to provide your own transportation to college. I can't afford to continue to support you without some help. If you're not willing to help me, then I can't help you."
He had me stretched across that proverbial barrel, and he knew it, because he sat back in his chair with a smug look on his face. I looked down at the floor as I thought about it. He was giving me a way out, and I probably should have taken it, but I wasn't prepared at that moment to strike out on my own. I had a little bit of money saved up, but not nearly enough to pay for tuition, room and board for even a semester, let alone for some place to live over the summer.
And, too, I was still fearful of being on my own with no one to care for me. Leaving Quimby at that moment would have been disastrous for me. With him, I somehow felt safe, in spite of what he was planning for me.
I calculated the risk-reward ratio for what he was offering, and I couldn't see saying no. True, he was asking me to sacrifice my self-respect, not to mention my body, for lewd, possibly unspeakable desires. But I wanted that college education more than anything else in the world, and I was determined to get it, even if I had to walk through the fires of hell for it. I looked up at him with my eyes brimming with tears.
"If I say yes, will you promise to let me go in four years, after I graduate?" I asked. "And can I count on you to keep me from getting hurt?"
"Sweetheart, I will protect you and keep you from trouble at every step of the way," he said. "And if you give me four years of service, I promise I will let you go. I'll give you your wings and let you fly."
"OK, then, I'll do it," I said. "But if you don't hold up your end of the deal, I will never forgive you and I will hate you until the day I die."
I think he tried in some respects, but it was impossible for him to keep all of his promises. But I wouldn't find that out until much later.
"Good girl," he said. "It's getting late tonight, and we have a lot to do before Saturday. But then we can take our time, so I can start teaching you about sex. I'm sure you think you know a lot about it, and you do, up to a point. But there is so much more you need to learn to become someone who is worth what people are willing to pay good money for. You're going to be the best, and by the time Monday comes, you will know everything you need to know to be the best."
I felt a shudder run through my body then, and it wasn't just fear. Having made my decision, having set my course, I was eager to learn whatever this perverted old man had to teach me. And that turned out to be a lot. It had been more than a year since I'd had a sexual encounter of any sort other than masturbation, and I thought I was ready.
But first, there was the matter of birth control. I was sent to a gynecologist for a full exam and to get a prescription for contraceptives. That would always be his Rule No. 1. I was to take no chances with a possible pregnancy. I got started later that week and stayed on them religiously for the next four years.
I usually had Saturday off. It was my one day to go to town and visit what friends I had, and I did have a few, or maybe go shopping. At the time, my hair had grown quite long, but he told me that I had to alwasy wear it in a pony tail or pigtails unless someone wanted something else. He had a young-girlish image of me he wanted to project, and he even made me cut c***dish bangs into my hair.
I got back to the store about 3:30, as I usually did on Saturday, in case I was needed to run things while he ran errands. But he told me to go on upstairs, that he would close and that I was to take a long bath, pamper myself was how he put it, and that he had something for me when I was finished.
I soaked a long time in a bubble bath, then padded to his room, where I saw a flat box on the bed. I opened it, and gasped slightly. It was a negligee of a transparent purple color, with matching panties that amounted to next to nothing. There was a note in the bottom from Quimby. It told me to wear this, "so you will feel like a woman."
The note also said that if there was any pubic hair showing after I put on the panties, to get rid of it. He didn't want me to shave completely, but he wanted my bush trimmed. My pubic hair is fairly thin anyway, so it didn't take much to conform to his wishes. He also wanted me well made up, so I took my time fixing my face and painting my nails. I rarely wore make-up, so this was a real experience.
When I was finished, it was a revelation, the first time in my life that I really thought of myself as pretty. I know all of the guys who'd sniffed around me all my life had told me that, but I had never believed it. But looking in the mirror that night, I realized that I was indeed very nice-looking. It was a real ego boost, and more was in store.
When he walked through the door, I was framed in the doorway of the bathroom, striking a sexy pose. He whistled invitingly, came over to me, gathered me in his arms and we kissed. And I mean we kissed. This was nothing like how I had been kissed before. His lips were like a feather as he kissed me softly. Soon our tongues were swirling around each other, as passion began to build. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs as I felt his body press against mine. I could especially feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans as our arousal began to climb.
We broke then, and Quimby stepped back to take off his clothes. His hard cock bobbed in front of him as he removed his pants. His body was nothing I hadn't seen, but somehow it was different this time. This time, he was going to fuck me, and we had both been thinking about it for more than a year.
I figured it was going to be like every other sexual encounter I'd ever had. We'd to go in his bedroom, get on the bed, he was going to try to put his cock in me, hump me for about five minutes, cum in me, and that would be it. Man, was I ever in for a surprise.
To begin with, we didn't go in the bedroom at all. We just stood there in front of the bathroom door as he ran his tongue down my neck to my gauze-covered tits. He squeezed my full breasts, licked them, sucked them and generally took a lot of time with my tits. I could feel the sensations sizzling from my nipples to my cunt, and I was gasping and breathing heavily.
Just then, I felt his fingers slide between my legs, just sawing over my mound, without actually touching me. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers in the gusset of my panties and I gasped loudly as he delved into my wet flesh. He plunged two fingers in my hole and fucked me for about five seconds, then slid his fingers around and found my swelling clit.
"Ahh! Ahh!" I cried out as he rolled my little bud around with his fingers, then he resumed finger-fucking me. I reached down and grasped his cock in my little hand, and I trembled as I felt his hot, hard meat. It throbbed in my hand as I lightly jacked him, the way I would with Tyler so many times before. We worked our hands at each other, as we kissed again, hungrily.
Then he abruptly pulled his hand away, held me at my sides and kissed his way down my stomach, down my abdomen, until his head was perched between my legs. He picked up my left leg, d****d it over his shoulder, pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and pressed his mouth to my pussy.
I threw my head back and cried in lust as he licked his way up my wet slot, up to my clit, then back down and all around my gushing gash. His hands caressed my buttocks as he ate my pussy with the relish of a man who obviously knew what he was doing and enjoyed doing it.
This, too, was a revelation. The boys I had encountered had shied away from it, claiming it was gross.
I humped Quimby's face with my hips, trying to get all of my boiling crotch on his active mouth. I could feel a queasy feeling building in my guts as I approached a really intense climax. I had been able to give myself orgasms with my hands over the years, but they had always been rather mild. Not this one, however. This felt like the spread of hot lava all through my insides, and I began to moan loudly as the feeling swelled.
Suddenly, everything seemed to fade into the background as I felt a white-hot rush through my body. I shuddered and twitched, squealed and groaned as I orgasmed all over his face. I hardly remember exactly how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on the bed with my legs in the air and this older experienced man was peeling my soaked panties off.
Then he dropped my legs, and I spread them wide. I was ready. I looked up at my new owner with a pleading look, reached down and spread open my dripping lips.
"Fuck me," I said softly. "Please, fuck me and make me a woman. I want you."
He just grinned lewdly, as he knee-walked his way between my legs, rubbed the head of his cock between my lips several times, then pushed his way in slowly. God, it seemed like it took forever for him to get all of his impressive cock up my tiny twat. But that was good.
He took his sweet time, making sure my pussy was accepting his length and his girth, rather than just taking me. As a result, he could easily get all of his cock in without hurting me, and when he did fill me all the way, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Quite simply, I went berserk. It felt so good, and I was so horny, that my arousal just exploded all over the place. I worked my body around him in a way. I brought him to me and kissed him frantically, like a true bitch in heat. The negligee stuck to my sweat-covered body as I blasted through a powerful orgasm and straight into another. It was like the door to another wonderful world of sensation had opened up to me, and I was eager to walk through it.
Quimby grinned down at me as he pistoned his cock back and forth in me at an even pace. Even then, even as he finally had the object of his long-held lust wrapped around his throbbing dick, he was taking his time, holding back, taking it deliberately, and making sure that he absolutely drove me crazy with lust.
In fact, I was out of my mind with passion, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked him, more than he fucked me. I took every bit of his cock, and was crying out for more. And finally his cool began to crack. He picked up my legs by the ankles, bent them back and began to drive his cock harder and faster in my molten cunt. I just lay there and let him have the run of me; I was so gone with lust, that was all I could do.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more orgasmic sensation, I hit a new peak, as my body was wracked with huge shudders and I felt almost faint. That's when I felt him swell to an impossible size and I felt his cock explode deep inside me. It seemed like he couldn't stop cumming, as hot jets of creamy cum filled me to overflowing. We gasped together in our mutual release, relieved that he had finally consummated his ownership and claimed by virginity which no other man could ever have.
I must have passed out for a moment, because when I became aware again, Quimby was lying next to me, his chest heaving, and I could feel his thick, hot cum pouring out of my empty, gaping hole. We both laughed then, and I still get a slight thrill out of the memory, my bitter feelings toward him notwithstanding. It was the first truly great sex of my life, and it set the stage for everything that would happen over the next four years.
An hour later, after we had gotten a bite to eat, we were at it again, with me on top. He skillfully worked me up and down on his rock-hard cock, teaching me how to pleasure a man by riding, and I shook and trembled through at least a half-dozen orgasms before he finally shot another hot load of cum up my cunt.
Much later, sometime in the night, his cock found its way into my pussy from behind, in a spoon position and rutted in and out of me at a slow relaxed pace for a long time, me grinding backward onto him and doing kegels which made him groan, and he ended up getting me on my knees and fucking me again doggy-style where he began to run his fingers over rear passage. He was right. I thought I'd known what sex was all about, but that night, he showed me how little I really did know.
After that first night, I was in a state of bliss. Unfortunately, the next day was the day in which I began to get acquainted with my new job.
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