Paying The Help Ch 02

POV: Lillian

Clyde kissed her, a hot, searing kiss that knocked the breath out of your lungs. After handing Lillian her clothes, he left her in the saddle room and returned to the house. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess.

What on earth just happened? She tried to wrap her cum soaked brain around it but found that task difficult. Lilli sat up on the bench, starting the slow process of pulling her clothes on. The cool fabric of her now dried thong rested against her hot pussy mound, dissipating some of the heat that it still held, her lips still coated with Clyde's seed forcing the fabric to cling to her.

Panic momentarily gripped her; she wasn't on the pill, and they hadn't used protection. The last thing she needed was something unexpected while employed here, but considering what happened, that chicken already flew the coop. Working herself back into her jeans, she couldn't help a small smile find its way into her face. Despite the momentary lapse of judgment, she would enjoy her time here.

Clyde had claimed her like no man ever had. The primal desire mixed with need, and with it, she submitted to him. At one point during the rut, she presented him with her throat, which he took in his hand, his eyes boring into her with such intensity it brought her over the edge once more.

Lillian shuddered, pressing her thighs together tightly as the familiar heat she'd been fighting all day returned. She quickly pulled on her top, taking the time to re-braid her hair before finally returning to the house.

Upon entering, she noticed that Clyde was absent from the main room; that meant he must be in his. Unsure as to what she should do with her person, Lillian settled on the choice to move into her room or at least unpack her overnight bag.

Breaking off to the right, she made her way down the hall, an odd feeling of hurt creeping into her chest.

Opening the door to her room was the same; there was no change, and her bag was still on the bed. A brief moment was frozen in time, starkly contrasting to the present. Walking over to the bed, Lillian unpacked its few contents: jeans, shirts, thongs, etc. Tucking each item into its drawer in the dresser. The room wasn't huge, but it beat sleeping in the tack room on the trailer; it even had a real bed! It was full-sized (bed) with a nightstand on the left near the door and 1/2 bath; on the opposite wall was a window looking out towards the horse barn.

Lilli was startled when the door knocked. Behind it came his deep voice, "Supper will be at 6 (pm). I'd recommend washing up before then." Then I heard his steps retreat from the door back in the other direction.

POV: Clyde

Upon his return to the house, Clyde found his way into his room, shutting the door behind him after entering. Throwing his shirt on the bed, he started removing his boots and socks before finally laying on his bed.

He replayed the day's events, meeting the woman to show her around, and finally, losing control in the saddle house. Of course, he always intended to take advantage of the Employer / Employee situation, even if she hadn't turned out to be so attractive. Still, he was surprised by the weird emotion that stuck in his old heart after the altercation.

The image of her disheveled, used, and cream-filled flashed into life. Running a hand over his face and mustache, he felt his cock hardening again.

Hearing the front door open, he sat up, daring not to move. The silence stretched between the minutes like cold molasses, before she finally went towards the end of the building, the door closing behind her.

Clyde glanced at his watch; the time read 5:00 (p.m. Today had been the slowest day in his life. Hulling himself off the bed, Clyde walked down the hall towards her room, his lean frame moving silently through the halls; he stood momentarily and listened to her unpack what she brought in. Thoughts of walking and retaking her entered, her sweet little ass in the air, face buried in the bed, that lovely little gem that was still so full of me... Shaking his head like an etch sketch, he cleared his mind and returned to his original task. Supper.

Just like I requested, she crept down the hall still in her clothes from earlier, and a fresh bundle crushed towards her chest. My back was to her, busy with supper prep, but she caught in my peripheral vision honed over the years from bar fights when I was younger.

The door closed to the main bath near my bedroom, and I was finishing setting the small table for the two of us in the dinette. Nearing the hall, a whiff of her shampoo came from the gaps in the door, with it an image of her naked in my shower, sweet, tempting body covered in soap suds; a slight low throaty sound came from him. Pushing his way into the bath while stripping out of his jeans, his thick cock jutting from his body, Clyde made his way into the shower. He snakes a steely arm around the slim woman's waist, the other finding home across her chest and at the base of her throat. He pressed himself into the small space where her lips and thighs met, trapping her against him, exposed and helpless. She made a soft whimpering noise, startled by the sudden state she was now stuck in.

Nipping at her shoulder using his hand from her waist, he moved down towards her pussy, searching through the folds for her clit. When she found it, she jerked in his arms, a soft, breathy pleasure escaping her lips, the need in it heated.

Indulging her request, I start stroking her bud with slow, small circles, causing her to shudder under the pleasure it brings. She starts to grind her hips, looking for relief. With it came friction between us, her sex coating the shaft of my cock still pressed against her folds.

She was close; I could tell just before she broke over the edge of her climax, I pulled back from her, settling my cock in her ass cheeks, the hand that had been assaulting her clit returning to her hips. I spoke into her ear, my hand never leaving her throat. "Finish washing, darling, but don't you dare come once I leave. if you do, the punishment will be pleasant only for me." Punctuating the threat with a slap on her swollen clit. Nipping her ear one last time before leaving the shower.

POV: Lillian

She stood under the hot water once again, shocked. She had been so close to her climax, and he just walked away. Clyde, however, left with a warning; she wasn't allowed to finish. Lillian bites her lip out of frustration; her need now searing. She finished in the shower, pulled on the loungewear she carried into the bath, cloth cheer shorts, and a large tee.

Toweling her hair, she left the bath to find the table set for dinner and her boss relaxing on the couch in nothing more than a pair of sweats. Eyeing him from the doorway, she noticed that his skin had a few tattoos scattered across his torso and arms, mixed in with a few scars.

Lillian wrapped her hair in the towel, grabbing her dirty clothes from the day she looked at the man. " Is there a washing machine on the ranch?" she asked. He glanced up at her, no hint of what had taken place in the shower in his demeanor. You'll find a washing unit back in my bathroom. If needed, I can show you myself if you wish."

Swallowing at his casual invitation, her pussy throbbing from its former assault. "That won't be needed, sir; I think I can figure it out alone." His eyes roamed over my figure before its intensity overwhelmed me, forcing me to turn and walk toward his room to find the washer.

There it stood, a stackable washer and dryer unit tucked away in the corner. Opening the washer lid, I threw in my clothes, checking my pockets before tossing them in. Taking my time as I left the room, I noticed that it wasn't laid out the same way and was just a tick bigger than the one I was staying in. He kept it orderly, clean, and neat. "Well, at least he is housebroken," she thought to herself as she left to return to the main room.

The supper was weird; the food was good, but the atmosphere was dry and distant. There was little conversation; it was confusing, considering events from the day. Somehow, she thought his lack of attention made her need grow; she had been so close in the shower. His deft hands worked her over till she was hot with it, his cock so close to her entrance but did not attempt to penetrate her. She bit her lip at the memory, thighs pressed together tightly to feel the throbbing of her pussy in response.

"There is no way I am getting any sleep tonight, " she thought to herself. Clyde specifically told her not to come without him. Lillian decided to remove herself from the table and head towards her room, done with the evening.

She flopped down on the bed back in her room, frustrated more now than ever. She stares at the ceiling, thoughts replaying the day's events again. Absent-mindedly, her hand drifted down her torso to the edge of her shorts, her fingers slipping under the waistband. Trailing them over her slit, Lillian found that she was still damp from the encounter in the shower. She continued to stroke her dampness slowly, her breath hitching when she made contact with her clit. "He said I couldn't cum, but didn't say anything about touching myself," she thought as her finger, now coated in her sex, made contact with the sensitive nub once more. Lillian stroked herself, never penetrating her folds, always on the edge. She thought about Clyde and how deft and sure he was when it came to bringing pleasure. Being that he was older by 30+ years, he was sure to get some experience in the art of pleasure. She bit her bottom lip, arching her back as she circled the little nub, slowly forcing air through her nose. Her legs quivered, and in her mind, she pictured it was the rugged cowboy. He was propped between her legs, touching her, teasing her as he toyed with her. She imagined him lowering his head to her pussy once more, as he did back in the saddle horse, and running his tongue over her. Sucking in her clit to lash at it with his tongue while his rough, thick fingers found their way into her cunt, pumping her in time with the lashes.

She placed her pillow over her face, clamping her teeth on the fabric as she played with herself. Her stroking increased her sex, which was now a floodgate, leaving her shorts wet with her desire. Without notice, her climax washed over her; Lillian felt the gush of the fluid pool into her hand as she came, thankful for the pillow that muffled any sounds she made.

As the pulsing in her pussy subsided, a wave of fear hit her. She came, the warning from the shower echoing in her head. But how would he know? It's not like she made any apparent sounds. Pulling the pillow off her face, she sat up, removing her now cum covered hand from the wet shorts she wore. He stood in the doorway of her room, a hooded and wicked look on his face, Tsking at her before speaking. "Oh, Lillian, I told you not to cum without me. And here I find you doing exactly the opposite."Lillian Swallowed the lump in her throat before speaking, "What now?" She asked him.

to be continued...