“Now I’m sure there are all kinds of gosh darn silly worries and weevils dancing in that pretty little head of yours but I want you to take a deep breath, read the contract again.” the sound of her polished nail tapping the sheet of paper and the mahogany desk underneath, echoes with a bell like sound to my mind that signals either my salvation or my doom and its too early to tell which. “And think it over,” Ms Cynthia smiles and damn it all, it is a pretty smile.
Like the rest of her.
Warm, soft, motherly.
Caring.
Which only makes sense given the famed ranch owner has a large family.
Somewhere outside the well-lit room a cow moos…or what might’ve been a cow.
And the thought is enough to overpower the comfort her beautiful smile and warm voice brings me as well as the…well, less proper thoughts the blond milf’s body entire fills me with.
Under circumstances less dire my thoughts and eyes both would’ve had difficulty straying from Cynthia’s enormous breasts that fill her white blouse oh so wonderfully, or wondering how soft and squishy those thick thighs of hers now hidden from view would feel wrapped around my head as I worshiped her like a goddess, for the tall beauty had legs for days and damn fine ones at that.
But right now?
Neither her face, from her enchanting eyes, full lips and all.
Nor her large bosom and the rest of her hourglass milf figure is enough to distract me from…
The contract.
Figures. Here I am with a drop dead gorgeous woman siting close to me and I can’t focus on her or even try to for the knowledge that my brain keeps helpfully reminding me of, namely that if I don’t pay my debts to that freakin loan shark, well, instead of a drop dead gorgeous woman, if I don’t pay him, Stevie will ensure I just drop dead or worse, make sure I’m wishing I had. For he’s just about had it with me and, well, I cant really blame him.
Luck is a fickle mistress as any good gambler knows and, in truth, I ain’t that good.
Or at least not anymore. I kept pushing and pushing my luck and while it seemed to work out for some time, it didn’t last and given my present, ah, financial difficulties it is unlikely I’ll get the chance to break even much less pay back what I owe Stevie and his friends.
Not without…
Gulping, and meeting Cynthia’s warm eyes, her gentle smile making me feel even more of a heel, I read the contract and, like before, find no difference to what was agreed and what the beautiful milf promised.
Enough money to pay back my debts, and the beautiful rancher will take care of that I’m sure, and furthermore the salary is…competitive lets just say.
After my year’s up, even if I don’t renew my ‘employment’ and despite the fact a rather large chunk of my paycheck will have no other purpose other than paying off my debt?
I’ll be a rich man…
Or woman.
And that’s the rub.
Suffice to say, this is not the life I’d envisioned for me a few years back when I’d just gotten out of college and my gambling problem had yet to become one.
Heart trembling, limbs only slightly shaking, I reach and grab the pen.
“Now make sure you be gosh darn certain about this, you hear me dearie?”
Flashing her a smile I don’t quite feel in short order my signature begins to dry and a slight nausea grips me.
“Well, that’s that, then,” Cynthia says with a nod. “Now if you’ll just wait a few moments dearie,” she says and taps her phone a few times. “My daughter will take you to the stable for your orientation.”
‘Orientation’.
Right.
The urge to snort and whimper both is strong.
As if I don’t know what that is.
Well, no, I don’t know the mechanics of it, that be true, but I know enough about what will happen to me.
The milf, her daughters, and the ranch workers will see me plied with potion and spells enough and soon enough I’ll be bent over taking cock and making milk and, depending on how long I decide to stay here, babies. Helping expand Cynthia’s family either directly or—
The sound of the door opening behind me makes me startle and glance behind me just as a most alluring voice slams into me and makes me shudder.
“So that’s the new sow, then?” the sexy redhead whose almost as tall and curvy as Cynthia, if about a decade or two younger and probably around my age, with a ponytail and an unmistakable resemblance, glances up and down at me, the reed in her lips bobbing up and down while her blue eyes seem distinctly unimpressed with what they see. “Hmf, doubt she’ll last long enough.”
“Samantha…”
“Yeah, yeah,” the redhead says with an eyeroll. “A miracle might happen and she might prove worthy of all the effort and not a worthless expense like most of the recent wimps,” Samantha says and gestures my way. “Come along then, sow.”
“Honey,” the tone of warning in Cynthia’s voice makes the sexy redhead in a straining pale crop top and jean short shorts with a prominent bulge in them that I try not to focus on, tense.
“W-what? That’s what she’ll be, soon enough!”
“He, hasn’t yet been through orientation and that’s no way to talk about a potential future family member.” Right, if the rumors are to be believed, Cynthia is one of those business owners who claims everyone working for her is ‘part of the family’. But, unlike most, again, if rumors are to be believed, she actually cares about her people and does treat them exceedingly well.
I suppose I’ll find out soon enough.
“But—”
“How would you’ve felt if I’d treated your mother like that, dear?”
Samantha winces.
“I…mom…”
“We’ll talk later honey, fo