Personal Growth

The summer after my sophomore year at college, before he married my sister, before his landscaping business really took off, I was helping him out on a big job for some rich lady in a swanky suburb. It was so humid that day, that I couldn't stop staring at his his sweat-soaked wife beater that clung to his torso.

"Your a great helper little Stevie. You'll make some guy a good wife some day."  It was hard to tell if he was saying that as a compliment or as an insult. I was "out" as gay but not as a submissive bitch, of course. "Or," he added with a smile, "maybe just a hot side piece of pussy for some lucky guy."

He knew, though.  Rich knows a lot about sex, according to my sister. She's pregnant already and will tell anyone who will listen how big his dick is, how great he is in bed, and how amazing it feels to be carrying his child.

Do I feel guilty for what happened in the hotel that night went I went with him to pick up some rare Chinese trees in Indiana?  Well, no, actually.  The feel of his warm, hard, sun-kissed body on top of me, fucking my pussy like a mad man, and the way he held me like he owned me before he emptied his balls deep inside my cunt was everything I ever wanted.

And then he kissed me. 

The next morning, first thing when we woke up together he fucked another load in me and on the way home, while my pussy was still throbbing and my mind still racing,  he told me I should come work for him full time after I graduate. "I have a place in mind for you in the company as a kind of personal assistant and I see how much you like being my girl."  I sat quietly, the hum of the truck engine filling the cab.  "It's o.k., Stevie, your sister knows about my need to dominate. If she ever puts it all together, which she never will, she wouldn't leave anyway. I can have you both.  Like I taught you about landscaping, everything has a place and your place is pussy up beneath me.