A Debt on High Noon (Closed for saedo)

[Sweet_Secrets]

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He’s the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don’t want to fight
You better run for your life

- Cowboy Casanova, Carrie Underwood

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It was the fourth overdue bill they had for that month. It was also the second one she had read that day that stated that that bill was their final warning to pay their debts or else.

Gritting her teeth in frustration, and knowing that the rest of the envelopes she had stacked up were more or less the same, the young woman set the envelope down and reached for the glass of milk that had warmed long ago. Though she had no real appetite and the thought of drinking lukewarm milk in the heatwave of that summer made her stomach clench, she forced herself to chug the drink down. No sense of letting it go to waste, she thought. That's what she told herself back in those days as the resources in the farm were, often than not, hers and Lily's to use before they spoiled. Seeing as how no one else seemed to want their product.

Though born as Xun Zhang, the young woman sitting on the table in the humble little of her home was best known as Iris Zhang to the small town she had called home since she was nothing more but a babe. And, at that moment in time, she was the only legal owner of the Zhang Product Farm and it looked like it was going to go out of business.

The very idea of there being a 'CLOSED' or 'BANKRUPT' sign nailed across the gates that lead into the farm and the home Iris had known all her life made her head throb in frustration and petty helpless. How could it have come to that moment? she asked herself as she shuffled all the letters, open and unopened, into one miserable pile of debts and warnings. Well. Actually. She had a pretty good idea of how it had all went downhill for the family farm.

Ever since her parents had died from that freak stagecoach accident, it felt like Iris and her little sister's lives were torn apart. First the careful money their father had built up over the years was quickly eaten away by funeral fees and paying any outstanding debts their parents still had. Then it was only Iris and Lily left to look after the farm - Two young girls - only only having turned twenty four that year and only only thirteen - who were presumed at not to be 'useful' or 'hardworking' enough to make good products from their cows and chickens and fields. So while Iris woke up at the crack of dawn to tend the chickens and milk the cows and plough the fields all her lonesome, no one seemed interested in what she had to sell whenever she took the fruits of her labours up to the town and tried to hawk or sell it at the tiny marketplace they had there.

It was a lost cause, so many people had told her day after day. Better to find a husband and let them take care of her and Lily. It would be too hard for Iris to have done too. She had seen the way some of the men and boys looked at her while she made her way into town. Gone was the gangly girl who toddled after her father on Sunday mornings when they came to pick up their earnings. She was taller than most girls, a decent 5'7, and was willowy in all the right places and had more curves than the road that lead to their quiet little town. With her long black hair and big black eyes contrasting against the paleness of her skin, she could have gotten any guy she wanted if she simply smiled at someone over a fan and batted her eyes their way.

But she hadn't. She liked to think she was better than that. She could have raised the farm and Lily all on her own until Lily was old enough to take care of herself. It looked like those dreams would have to be cut short thanks to terrible expectations and false starts and how on earth is knocking on her door at these early hours of the morning?

"Coming." Though reluctant, Iris moved herself out of the table and headed straight to the door. She dusted off the crumbs off the plaid shirt she had taken to wearing in the mornings before she went out to do farmwork, finding it and the pants she wore much more comfortable then the dresses and corsets she had to wear when out and about town. If the person at the door would end up having a problem with her outfit well- Too bad for them. "Hello there. Didn't think we'll have- Oh. It's you. Is there something you need?"

 

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Hello there. Didn't think we'll have- Oh. It's you. Is there something you need?"

A smile crossed Simon Idris' face, revealing very white teeth. "Money, Miss Zhang. I need your money. I should be think that would be obvious from the letters."

"Mind if I come in?" His 6'2" frame stepped forward before she could answer, prompting the lithe young woman to step back as he brushed past. Simon's gaze took in the room, his piercing blue eyes lingering on the occasional foreign tidbit reflecting the family's Far East origins. One got a distinctive sense he was cataloging inventory.

At last his azure attention returned to his hostess. Unable to resist, he allowed himself a brief sweep of her entire frame. Despite being dressed like a field hand, Simon was too experienced an appreciator of the female form not to be impressed by the luscious curves lurking beneath her attire. Just what voluptuous treasures might await beneath that gingham and denim?

His eyes flicked back up from her torso to her own gaze, already cautious at his presence. "I won't beat about the bush, Miss Zhang. As the owner of this house and surrounding property, you are in arrears to my bank for a not inconsiderable sum. Now I sympathize with the loss of your parents - a horrible tragedy, to be sure - and the difficulties you and your sister have faced."

"But time moves on, Miss Zhang. And so must you. Your are perhaps two or three months at best from foreclosure. The time has come for you to make some hard choices."

Simon gestured to the four walls. "One, you could give it all up and sell. You'll be forced to in a few months, anywise, so selling now might net you a better return than when your back is against the wall.

"Two, you could sell it off piecemeal - a few livestock, a portion of the land - but that's just delaying the inevitable. You need to work the capital you have, not sell it off. You'll just guarantee a foreclosure a year or two down the line."

"Three, you could reinvest. Your father's grasp of English was limited, but he wasn't bad as a farmer. With some funds to hire some hands and repair some things, I think you might could turn a profit yet.

Idris stepped closer to Iris, his smile spreading. "But you don't have those funds, right? Ah, but that's where I can help you. I have a way for you to obtain some extra injections of fluidity, should you be willing to perform some extra services." His grin widened. "For example, perhaps you might . . .."

Simon's head turned in the direction of the creak of descending footsteps. A female of dainty form appeared and paused, her eyes gazing curiously at the blond stranger. The family resemblance was strong between the sisters, he noted. The younger was inches shorter and her feminine curves not nearly so pronounced, but the pale skin and high cheekbones were unquestionably similar.

Still, the presence of a third person would hamper his pitch. Probably overly aggressive of him to attempt it in her own home, anyway. She'd be more off balance in an unfamiliar setting.

"Ah, but this must be Zhang the Younger. Lily, isn't it? My, aren't you growing up into such a lovely young woman." Simon inquired, throwing the young girl one of his patented smiles. With his good looks and rakish charm, he'd been making the fairer sex blush for decades, so it was fairly predictable that the young girl's cheeks flared pink and she bobbed her head nervously in his direction.

Simon gave the girl a wink before turning back to the elder. "Our conversation is really better conducted at the bank. I'm sure you have much to attend to, so why don't you call on me tomorrow afternoon Miss Zhang? Let's say 4 in the afternoon. Very good."

Simon took a step towards the doorway, then paused. "I do not wish to seem impertinent, Miss Zhang," he murmured, his eyes sweeping over her frame again, "but we do try to maintain a certain decorum in the bank. While your attire might suit the chickens and cows, I suggest you don something more appropriate tomorrow."

Simon tipped his hat from the doorway. "Good day, ladies." He turned and strode to his horse.

 

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By the time she had convinced her sister to drop the matter of the Simon Idris of having been in their home, Iris had a lot of thinking to do. She paced back and forth in the little kitchen where the conversation had been, her mind circling like the way the pioneers before her used to circle their wagons was danger was afoot. It certainly felt like danger to Iris. The man came in, bright as a daisy, offering all she needed and then some in return of...

... of what?

Much as she loathed to admit - He was right either way. Without his support there was no way the farm was going to last. There were some options for her to take if she didn't want to lose everything she had known within the next few months but they either would fail on her or cause her bigger trouble in the long run of things. Last thing the farm needed was a gamble on a bad investment or farm hands proving themselves to be dirty cheats and running off with their horses or stock in the middle of the night. That one experience her father had was one time too many in the Zhangs' opinion.

Still. That left her without any road to take but the one that lead to the town bank where Simon Idris more or less owned. If she wanted the farm to be saved, she'll need to hear him out.

So the next day, after she had attended to all the chores that she had to do and after she had made herself decent for the visit to the bank, Iris left the farm quietly as she could so her sister hadn't guilted her into coming along. Leaving only a note for the sleeping Lily to find that would tell her to eat her prepared meal and head off to bed at the usual hour and don't she dare think of waiting up for her.

Something told the young woman there were going to be a number of reasons for her meeting being a long one.

The hike to the town itself for starters. The horses had been dead tired from the work she had put them through that day so she resigned herself to a long walk into Rose Point on just her feet. She would have been much faster if she had worn her field work clothes, perhaps even had time to spare if she'd ran, but with the dress she wore she had been lucky to get to town with just enough time to attend the appointment.

The dress she wore wasn't something she liked to be in besides the fact it was cumbersome. Too revealing and impractical in her opinion. Wasn't scandalous or anything like what the soiled doves wore at the bars seeing as the flounced sleeves covered most of her arms and the panelled skirts certainly hid her toned and shapely legs. But it was made of cotton that clung to her fullness of her breasts and the tapering of her waist like second skin, the v-shape waist and neckline only accentuating her curves. The most she could praise it for was how... pretty it was, she supposed. Her mother had brought it and insisted with a simple braid like she was wearing then, she would be the belle of any ball.

But she didn't want to be the belle of a ball. She wanted to be the owner of a thriving farm and that's what she kept telling herself as she entered Rose Point's only bank, knowing it'll be empty at that time of the day. She certainly stood out from the earth-coloured building thanks to the patterned material the dress was made of. A burst of red and yellows among the earthy browns and greens as she made her way inside and approached the only teller who was working there.

MR. COOPER, his nametag read as he shamelessly looked her figure up and down, sizing her up like a piece of meat the way most of the men in town did, the way Simon Idris had the other day. She clenched her teeth to keep her smile on, not wanting to scare the man off - yet.

"Good afternoon. I'm here to see Mr. Idris for an appointment." Mr. Cooper raised his eyebrows at her comment, silently asking oh really now. Yes really and this was where Iris really laid it on thick with her Southern charms she had been taught and raised, voice syrupy sweet. "Oh- I'm quiet serious about what I just said, Mr. Cooper. If you could let him know that I'm here, that'll be swell. Would hate to keep him waiting and it's not like you're doing anything else at the moment. So- Shoo! Shoo. Better get going now. I don't want to keep Lily late."

Iris was not ashamed of her condescending attitude at the time. Even if Mr. Cooper gave her a dirty look for bossing him, a man, around it hadn't bothered her in the slightest since, well, he was going to get his boss after all. Mr. Cooper wasn't the one she was going to talk to after all. When Simon Idris made himself known, Iris will then remember her manners and give a curtsy before going:

"On time. Take me to your office, Simon Idris? I have a feeling this…. discussion we're going to have should stay confidential between the both of us."

 

[saedo]

Simon opened the door wide to his office and beckoned the lithe Miss Zhang inside. He shut the thick oak door behind them and subtly twisted the lock. He did not want to be disturbed.

His guest sashayed to the comfortable leather seats in front of his mahogany desk. Simon took the opportunity to admire her graceful form. Her workman's garb from yesterday had poorly flattered her luscious curves, but today's dress made them plainly evident. He found it simply remarkable that such a slender frame could support such lush femininity.

When Iris has seated herself, Simon crossed in front of her. Rather than sitting behind the desk, he perched on the front edge. This put him substantially closer to the delectable lady, his own leg within several inches of her dress-covered knees. It also meant he was more leaning than sitting, further emphasizing his height. Simon also noted that at this short range, his vantage point also afforded a slight glimpse of the cleavage that her lacy collar couldn't fully conceal.

Simon ran his fingertips along his watch chain in subconscious habit before launching into his discussion. "So good of you to come see me, Miss Zhang. I am so rarely graced by beauty such as yours that it seems truly a shame that it happens so rarely." He smiled warmly at her, beaming with well-practiced sincerity.

"But much as I might to linger in visual appreciation, we do have serious matters to discuss. Let's get down to brass tacks." He tapped the top of his right thigh, then held up his hand. "As I see it, you've got a variety of options, but nearly all of them end in the same way: you sell the farm. Now you can do that fast or you can draw it out for a few years, but it all ends with you and your sister bundling up all your possessions and leaving your home behind." Simon soon his head sorrowfully at the image. "Seems such a shame, losing everything your father built."

He let the silence settle till it became slightly uncomfortable, then resumed in a more energetic tone. "But I don't think your farm is beyond saving. With some fresh funds, I think you might even break even this season and return to profitability the next. It'll require a lot of work, naturally, but if you care enough to do that, I think you can manage it."

Simon again gave Iris just a moment to ponder before continuing. "But for me to provide the funds you need, I'd require something back. My bank is not a charity, Miss Zhang; I must get a return on my investment. I will tell you at the outset that you may well find my terms difficult to bear. I will expect sacrifice from you. You will strain and sweat for me. Selling out now is likely the easier path.

"But," he added, jabbing his index finger in the air for emphasis. "But if you want to save your family's home - the farm your father built up with his own two hands - then maybe you're willing to make that sacrifice. For you. For your sister. For your parents' memory."

Silence again reigned as the young woman considered his words. Finally he broke the quiet. "What do you want to do, Ms. Zhang? Do you want to sell? Or are you willing to do whatever it takes?"

 

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His flattery may have worked on most of the women here at Rose Point but Iris thought of herself better than that. She was no fool when it came to the attention of men, handsome or not. Her father had raised her to be better than that. No Zhang was going to be made into a fool for a pretty face and honeyed words. Especially not Iris who had prided herself in being an independent at her age when most of the girls had already been married off or are about to be married off.

So she was on her guard as she sat down in the seats, sinking into the comfortable leather was such a sweet relief on her poor feet, she kept her guard all the same. When he complimented her, she smiled in thanks but said nothing. When he sat in front of her instead of behind the desk, she subtly moved back to try and keep her distance from the man. When he began his pitch again, Iris assumed the worst and wasn't proven wrong when Simon Idris kept emphasising the sacrifice she'll have to make if she wanted to keep the farm her father had built on his sweat, blood, and tears.

(And it wasn't a lie. The Zhang farm wouldn't exist if not for her father's determination to make a life for his family at Rose Point. He had broken himself, time and again, for the lands and the idea of losing them so soon after his death made Iris ill.)

Sacrifice. The way it sounded so noble the way he said it almost made her want to laugh a little bit. If only because of the absurdity of it all. She had no illusions of what he meant by that. It didn't make the reality any better for her to accept when it was face to face. The shock almost felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over her head with how a shiver wracked through her body. A shudder running down her like someone had reached out and brushed her back without her consent. He wanted- She was single after all and- It wasn't like she had anything else but-

Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she closed her eyes and considered the very, very few options she had at hand. When Simon Idris broke the silence yet again Iris already had the response he wanted:

"I take it then that you're expecting some tangible proof of my… willingness to enter into this deal with you. Right now." Why else would he have her be in his bank, his territory? At an hour where most of the townsfolk would be home and wouldn't bother going to the bank? She finally reopened her eyes and looked at Simon Idris head on, chin lifted up in a quiet challenge. Her appearance was one of youth and suppleness and beauty, undeniably, but there was no denying the fire in her dark eyes and the way she kept her shoulders squared and her back straight. Iris was no fool. She had an inkling of what he wanted from her since the moment he arrived at her doorstep yesterday, the handsome devil bearing gifts.

"So- What do you want me to do right now?"

And those gifts are ones that she had to accept. If she wanted a life on the farm, a life for Lily to look forward to for the next ten years - Iris had to swallow her pride and maybe swallow some other things.

 

[saedo]

Simon raised his eyebrows at the muted ferocity in Iris' reaction. He'd thought his presentation sufficiently subtle, but the set of her lips and cast of her eye indicated she'd seen to the heart of his gambit already. The dutiful way he'd seen these Chinese women behave had suggested that they were rather unimaginative; perhaps he'd underestimated her on that score.

Idris tilted back his head an let out a bark of amusement. "My, you are a sharp cookie indeed, Miss Zhang. You know already what I want without me even having to ask." He slapped his thigh. "Haw! You're off a mighty damn fine start!"

His blue eyes met her dark gaze as he sought the measure of her. "Yes, you know exactly what you are in for, but you're not flouncing off in a huff, are you?" he mused aloud. "You're prepared to pay the piper. Mmm hmm. That you are."

Simon leaned forward, bringing his face within a foot of hers. "Then let me dispense with the pretense. Ordinarily I wouldn't bother with the subterfuge, you see. A man of my wealth and standing can readily have his needs tended to without such complications, if you know what I mean." He tilted his head as he peered at her features, examining her as if she were a painting or sculpture in a museum. "But I confess a certain fascination for your exotic heritage."

"You see, Miss Zhang, I have heard quite outlandish tales about you Celestials - particularly your women. For example, I've heard that you're natural gymnasts - capable of contorting yourself into seemingly impossible positions. Positions that are uniquely pleasurable to the man you lie with. I've heard that your kind are hairless beyond what's atop your head, so that even a woman grown looks as bare betwixt her thighs as a little girl. I've heard that no matter how well used, your nethers are always as tight as virgin on her wedding night."

Simon’s mouth tugged upwards with a grin. "Now I'd ordinarily dismiss such talk as tall tales. But then here I have a pretty young Celestial right in front of me. So tell me, Miss Zhang: is any of that true?"

 

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"Anything for my family. We've worked too hard to lose it all in a matter of months." They weren't going to go down like that no. Not if Iris had a chance to pull it back.

Iris refused to flinch or pull back when Simon Idris suddenly was so close to her. Her heart fluttered at the sudden proximity from the banker being so closer to her person but she told herself it was due to him being so sudden, so quick. Still taking her by surprise like the way he had with the 'arrangement' he was making with her. Because while it was something she expected and it still surprised her all the same that she was right on the money.

And 'right on the money' was something she had to keep in mind when dealing with Simon Idris. She knew right from the start that he had more power and control over the deal that he would be offering to her. Knowing the extant of it only confirmed her thoughts that it'll be a dangerous game to play but it had to be one she had to do.

So while it angered her to be spoken the way he was speaking to her, she kept her tongue to herself and let him speak. Exotic heritage. Right. Because she looked different from the blonde, blue-eyed girls thanks to the angle of her eyes and the hue of her skin. She couldn't help but wonder if Simon Idris would pay her much attention if she wasn't an Oriental. If he had done something like this before for any other women which explained his boldness in approaching her so.

There were no others in Rose Point like her. The others- They came and went with their trades and travels, opting to travel further into the bigger cities and towns. The Zhangs settled there because they knew it would be far as they would get back then. They had to make the best of it and they did. Four generations of the family lived there, getting by through random jobs and kindness until her father stepped in and built the farm that Iris called her home. Her hands on her lap tightened the grip they had on her skirt as she took a deep breath before she spoke, her voice calm and even despite the indignation she felt brewing in her.

"Well- I'm hairless down there. That much is true but only because I do it to myself." For hygiene's sake. Easier to clean her clothes and not worry about the heat if she made sure to clean herself thorough after the end of a long day at the farm. "And of course I'm flexible, Idris. I wouldn't be much of a good farm hand for my father if I couldn't fit in small holes or get into the crawlspace easily."

"For the rest of the things you're asking of-" She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the way her cheeks flared with a blush of heat from the topic at hand. Iris wasn't some virgin. She had her fair share of lovers from the boys she had bothered to chat up with when she went to town. But to speak of those matters so bluntly to another man was something else. "-Hm. I suppose you'll be learning that first hand. Why ruin the- the surprise for you."

 

[saedo]

"For the rest of the things you're asking of-"

"Aww, now aren't you just adorable when you blush like that," Simon interjected, a wolf's grin on his face. Yes, he was patronizing her, but she was just a girl and a foreigner at that. She ought to know from the start who was in charge.

"Hm. I suppose you'll be learning that first hand. Why ruin the- the surprise for you."

"Hah," Idris barked. "Why, I suppose you're right. And I do like surprises. Might be you do, too, hmm?" He licked his lips in anticipation.

"Well, no point in jawing about whether you're as good as the stories claim, "he declared. "Might as well put you the test. If you pass, you keep your farm a little while longer. If not . . . ." Simon shrugged, letting Iris fill in her own fate.

Simon stood up from the desk and reached for his belt. "We'll start you off with something simple. Surely even a prim and proper Celestial like you has a little experience with how to please a man, yes?" Simon's belt parted and he reached inside his pants. "Course, I'm betting you ain't never had quite so much man to handle before."

Simon followed his pronouncement by flopping his cock out before his guest. Though still flaccid, the pillar of flesh dangled nearly to his knees and was thick as his wrist. The banker smirked with pride. "Yeah, most women think I must be part horse or something. Mrs. Coulter at the Bluebird," he continued, nodding at the window in the general direction towards one of the town's bordellos, "always says I'm lucky she only charges me double when I visit. Says she ought to charge me triple for the wear and tear on her girls." Idris chuckled at his own amusement.

"Well, get to it," he directed, pointing at the mammoth pole. "Show me what you can do."

 

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Being talked down the way Simon Idris was talking down to her infuriated the woman. If she wasn't in the position she was in at the time, she would have risked the danger of trying to slap the man but she kept her hands on her lap, her knuckles turning pale from the tight grip she had on the skirts' fabric. She had worked too hard and for far too long to be spoken to like she was one of the nightwalkers the town's brothels and bordellos were famous for. Her face was flushed in indignation and, soon enough, surprise when he pulled himself out of his pants and proudly presented himself to her.

Perhaps rightly so because he was no doubt the biggest man she had ever seen.

"Oh," was all she could say as she stared at the flaccid cock in clear shock. Flaccid. That was flaccid and he expected her to put that in her mouth and, sooner rather than later, in her pussy. Compared to the other men and boys she had a brief roll in the hay with when she agreed to something quick and dirty, they were nothing like the cock in front of her. It almost made her feel nervous, evident by how there was a look of doubt because there was no way she could fit that all the way down - In either hole. She bit on her lower lip and, all the same, resigned herself to her fate because it was either proving herself to him or trying to tell Lily why they were going to lose the farm in the next few months. Much as the first option was unappealing to her, the second option was impossible for her to fathom let alone think of becoming a reality.

Knowing that her life and Lily's lives were on the line, she gulped and said goodbye to her dignity as she moved off the chair to kneel in front of him proper. It was... Strange. That was the only word she was going to use at that time, doing her best to ignore the heat pooling in between her legs at the thought of taking Simon Idris' load in her mouth or in her cunt. With the cock now right in front of her face, almost taunting her with its girth and length, she tried to focus on getting the job done so there was at least guaranteed financial security after all of this.

"I'll make sure you feel real good, Mr. Simon Idris," she said, moving her head forward as she began to lick the head first, taking his length in both of her hands so she could begin to stroke it with slender, nimble fingers. "Those girls at the Bluebird will be nothing next to me."

If there was one thing she was good at it when it came to her experience of fucking it had to be blowjobs and she had been 'round this rodeo long enough to learn what most guys would lick. She quickly pulled her hair back from her face so he got a better look at her expression, flushed and embarrassed as she started to stroke his cock with those hands of hers, calloused from her years of being a farmhand but with a gentleness that only a young woman would possess. She then peppered the length of his cock, his heavy balls with her soft and hot kisses from that lush mouth of hers, making the sounds nice and loud and wet for his enjoyment as her face got hotted and hotter at how much of a whore she must appear. Well. That was all going to pale into comparison of what she was going to do next.

She finally tugged back the foreskin complete off the head and got to work, bobbing her head up and down as she flicked her tongue back and forth the exposed cockhead before taking it in her mouth completely. She started to suck on it like the good girl she was, slurping and eating him up like his cock was the most delicious lollipop she could wrap her greedy tongue and mouth around. Slowly but surely she started to take more of his dick inside of her mouth, inch by inch as more and more of his taste filled her mouth completely. Moaning and groaning to make it look like she liked it, she made sure her hands were just as busy as that mouth of hers as the pair massaged the rest of the length she couldn't take in her mouth just yet and fondled the heavy balls that promised her a big load was going to go down either her throat or all over her face.

It shouldn't taste good as it does, she thought to herself as she really started to get into the groove of it, taking more and more of his length into her mouth. Then she felt something bump into the back of her throat and she thanked the Lord and other dieties out there that her gag reflexes were long dead. They were faint, making her throat gag and constrict around that mammoth pole in her mouth, but not enough to make her admit defeat and pull back. Her eyes were wide as she tried to grasp the new information she had, knowing it was a long way to go before she met the base of his cock. Good heavens! He isn't even halfway into my mouth and he's starting to gag me. Oh Lord help me, my pussy feels so hot right now. That shouldn't be right. I-I should be hating this. But it tastes to good at the same time-

 

[saedo]

Simon resisted the urge to chuckle at Iris' stunned expression as his mammoth pole draped down before her. Most girls seemed to think he exaggerated when he warned them of his size, only to be dumbstruck when he proved entirely honest. It pleased him immensely to watch their eyes widen.

Still, Iris at least rallied fairly quickly. Some females in her position would reflexively balk at the very idea of taking something so thick. The lovely Asian, however, steeled herself after her initial surprise and reached for his shaft. "I'll make sure you feel real good, Mr. Idris," she vowed.

Simon said nothing, but watched her go to work. Even soft, she needed both hands to handle his girth. She started midway along the heavy shaft, kissing her way along his length. He grunted softly as she cupped his bulging scrotum in her slender fingers. He allowed himself to be slightly impressed when she applied her lips here; her soft kisses against his weighty balls hastened his arousal.

Even with her efforts, it took time to shift sufficient blood to expand his dangling shaft. Iris had pulled back his foreskin and lapped the fat helm several times before his cock began to noticeably stiffen. "That's the stuff," he murmured as the fleshy pillar began to rise under its own power.

Iris bathed the swelling helm with her tongue, taking the tip between her lips and sucking at the trickle of precum beginning to ooze from the tip. Simon groaned appreciatively as she began taking him deeper with each pass. Her efforts were all the more impressive given how his swelling girth was forcing her jaw to part ever farther.

Still, Iris proved sufficiently skilled -- or perhaps stubborn -- to get him to full hardness without crying uncle. She could no longer encircle his obscene thickness even using both hands, yet she still managed to take the fist-sized glans all the way to the back of her mouth. While that only covered a portion of his length, her hands worked the rest with the occasional pause to fondle his scrotum.

"Ah! You're better than I expected," he gasped. "Fuuuuuuck. . . ."

Watching her work was nearly as much fun as feeling her warm tongue against his sensitive head. Her face was flushed pink from the effort. Her nostrils flared dramatically as she breathed. Perspiration dotted her forehead. Seeing her strain to suck his cock was utterly beguiling.

"Your stamina," he grunted. "Most. Impressive. Ah!" Despite her obvious struggle, Simon had to concede that the girl's perseverance was quite impressive. He'd expected her to give in after the first minute, but her fierce determination had scarcely wavered.

"Another. Minute," Simon groaned. Now even he was breathing hard. Holding back his own climax was increasingly difficult as she pumped his cock into her mouth over and over. "Almost. There."

His fingers dug into the edge of the desk as his reserves of willpower grew thin. At last, he could take no more. His mammoth cock swelled as he roared like a rutting bull. The first titanic wave of jism exploded into her mouth.

 

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If someone had told her that she would be doing what she was doing in that office to escape the dangers of foreclosure, Iris would have slapped the person in pure anger and offence. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine herself in the situation she was in: On her knees, sucking off a man she was warned about, time and again, like she was a two-bit harlot and not the proud woman she was raised to be by her parents. She tried to keep them out of her mind, focused instead on the thrusting cock in her mouth and the taste of salt and skin coating her tongue completely.

Wasn't long before she was starting to tire out. Her jaw was aching, her knees were straining, her lungs crying out for the sweet taste of air after breathing in nothing but the smell of musk and precum, Iris started to feel light in the head and yet she knew she couldn't pull the now hard cock out of her mouth. Not only because it was a matter of pride, refusing to let the man see any true signs of weakness despite her ragged state, but because- She never tasted a cock this good before in her life. Iris had gone down many a man in the past but with the pillar of flesh in her mouth, hot and hungry, she was a woman possessed to keep it in her mouth and drink in every last drop that came her way.

Famous last words. When she heard a roar that reminded her of more beast than man, she didn't even have time to put two and two together when the first wave of cum filled her mouth and threatened to spill over. Iris' face was unable to hide the shock when he simply dumped what felt like a gallon of seed down her mouth and throat, given her little if any time to prepare for it.

Oh did Iris try to swallow it all to show she was a keeper for him, she was someone worth the money she so desperately needed for the farm and for her sister. She swallowed as much as she could, nosily as she could while continuing to pump his cock for all its worth as if she wanted wring every drop out of the man. Her excited moans and her breathy whimpers were undeniable as she swallowed much as she could, almost greedy with how she drank in the stuff like it was the only liquid she could survive on in that moment.

But in the end she had to fold and pull back from her blowjob of Simon Idris. Iris knew it was going to happen and it was humiliating all the same to admit defeat and accept the messy fait that awaited her because she had no choice. What else could have been done? Her head was swimming too fast and her heart was pounding too quick and she felt the trickles of cum become more and more frequent since her jaw could stay open for so long with his girth dominating her entire mouth. Either accept defeat gracefully as she could manage or make a fool out of herself.

So she pulled back but kept her mouth wide open for any stray shots to hit her waiting mouth, gasping for much needed air to her starving lungs. All the while she prepared herself to be bathed in heavy, thick ropes of Simon Idris' cum.

"Oh God," was the last thing she was able to hiss out before stopping herself from speaking. She rather not have the shots of cum go down the wrong hole after all.

The first shot hit her square in the face, destroying her almost-honourable look and expression. The liquids marred her makeup and causing it to run down her flustered face and ruin whatever dignity she was still trying to hold onto then. Her face was quickly covered in an obvious sheen of pearly white cum as it continued on, nothing else for the woman to do but take it and hope maybe after that she would be able to clean herself before she departed for home. Iris tried to look away in humiliation as she was showered in the stuff, her face red and heated as the rest of Simon Idris' juices went all over panting mouth, her groomed hair.

The cum soaking into the fabric of her dress had to be the worst of it though. She could feel the material of her gown become flimsy and clear through thanks to just how much of the seed was on her person, revealing the curves of her tits, her tapered waist. She was a mess by the end of it all, looking like a wreck of a woman from a blowjob alone.

"Is that-" Here she had to pause, needing to wipe a trickle of cum that still clung tothe corner of her flushed cherry red lips. She tried to meet his gaze again but it was sufficient to say she had been greatly subdued by what had taken place. Not enough to sound meek and scared but certainly enough to no longer be able to meet the man straight in the eye with how whorish she had appeared on her knees like that, marked in his cum. "-Is that enough for now, Mr. Idris?"

 

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Were he not awash in the pleasure of his climax, Simon might have collapsed in laughter. Watching the beautiful Asian wrapped around his cock react to the gush of hot jism was absolutely priceless.

Her efforts to suck him off suggested that Iris was not entirely new to the concept, but clearly his size taxed her to her limits -- and perhaps beyond. Despite falling somewhat short, he could sense her unwillingness to admit defeat. As his groaning presaged his imminent explosion, he saw her eyes narrow in determination. For a brief moment, she seemed fully intent on taking everything he might fire at her.

The speed with which her will crumbled before reality filled him with glee. Mere moments after his first gush poured into her mouth, her eyes went wide with the realization that it was too much for her. She made a valiant attempt to withstand the onslaught. For several seconds, she gasped and gulped in a most obscene fashion. But ultimately she pulled back, her mouth nearly full of his sticky cream.

If the delicate Asian flower thought that Simon was nearly finished, she was swiftly disabused of her presumption. The amount of jism he produced in a single climax was nearly as outsized as the cock it gushed from. The first of many globs of white splattered against her face. She shut her eyes under the deluge and gasped as the sticky cum trickled down all over her torso.

When Simon’s cock at last grew limp, he beheld the devastation with a devilish grin. Her face was covered in a sheen of jism and her entire bodice was visibly damp. "Perhaps I should have warned you that I cum a lot," he smirked. "I think you got a little bit on your dress." His snickers gave way to a mocking guffaw. "Ha! Maybe next time you ought to just strip down and bathe in it!" He chuckled in amusement at his own wit for nearly a minute.

Iris couldn't even meet his eye by this point. With her gaze downcast, she inquired with a slight quaver, "Is that enough for now, Mr. Idris?"

Simon had a cruel impulse to show her just how much longer he could go. Still, he did have other matters to attend to. Best not tarry too long with Iris now. There would be time enough for that in the weeks to come.

"Almost," he declared. "Open wide for me one last time." Simon grasped his semi-soft member with both hands near the base. Squeezing firmly, he extended his grip along the fat shaft. "Ahhh, yes. . .," he groaned in satisfaction as the last remnants of cum trickled out the tip and into Iris below.

At last sated, Simon dressed himself once more. "That will do for now. Why don't you try cleaning up?" He pointed to a washbasin and mirror located along the wall. He doubted the pitcher of water would be enough, but it would have to do.

Simon stepped to his liquor cabinet and removed a bottle of fine bourbon. He poured healthy dollops into a pair of crystal tumblers as he spoke. "I'll authorize funds to pay for four new hands to start work on the major repairs. After that, we'll see how many men you need to get back to full operation. Drop by here again on Monday at the same time to update me." He gave her sodden upper half a smirk. "You might also want to bring a change of clothes."

Simon set a glass down for her. "Drink up, my dear. We have an accord." He smiled triumphantly before downing his bourbon.

 

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Iris needed a few moments to compose herself as he moved away from her at long last, her hand faintly trembling in frustration and rage and, mostly, shock as she raised it to wipe away most of the cum from her face and mouth. Her face was red and that was thanks to a mixture of anger and humiliation she felt raging inside of her trembling body, unsure of which feeling she should focus in that moment. She had never felt so debased and used in her entire life. She was a proud woman and to be in that situation - on her knees and absolutely drenched in cum, the man she had sucked off looking like he was on the top of the world thanks to her misery - was almost too much for herself to comprehend.

In the back of her head she tried to desperately rationalise what had happened – it was for lily, it was for the farm, it was for our lives – but all she could focus on was how she had just gotten on her knees to suck a man off to the point she was covered in his cum.

Finally she forced herself off the floor to try and make herself decent as Simon Idris went to rummage in that cabinet of his. Looking in her reflection was all but impossible for Iris and, all the same, she had managed to get her face and hair clean again after a quick and vigorous cleaning with a towel nearby. There was no way she was leaving that bank looking like some trumped up slut from one of the bars. The longer she could keep this under wraps, the longer she could protect the farm's future and its reputation with what had just transpired, all the better.

Being offered a drink by Simon Idris was met with great suspicion, those dark eyes of hers narrowed and wary as she daintily took the tumbler from him and eyed the bourbon. Didn't look like it had anything in it and she had to make some sort of proper official agreement to this Devil arrangement she had with the man.

Oh. She didn't want to imagine how her parents would feel if they knew the depths she had to take to save their farm and she had no interest still. Not when he had throw her a bone and was going to help her get the hands she desperately needed to get the farm back up and running. It'll be a long way to go for her, she knew, and she was willing to do whatever it took no matter how hard her heart hammered or how hot and slick her sex felt between her legs at the thoughts of what that man would make her do next.

“Cheers,” she managed to say to Simon, her voice raw and rough thanks to the blowjob but the determination was strong and could not be denied. She knocked it back in one go, the liquid flowing down her throat with ease after what she had been through. The bourbon was strong, sharp.

Still couldn’t erase the taste of cum out of her mouth however. Not really.

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If there was one thing Iris had to admit it was the fact the results felt immediate.

It was a little balm for her wounded pride after she had left the bank that day, having done her damnedest to look presentable before leaving the presence of Simon Idris. Her sister had been worried sick the next morning, shocked Iris had spoken so little and wouldn't speak for the next three days as her mouth and throat recovered from that 'transaction' she had with Simon Idris, but the guilt and the mild discomfort Iris had to go through was well worth it when the four reliable farmhands, one her father had known and had even trusted in the past to an extent, came by on Saturday and Sunday to give a hand around the farm.

Giddy as she was to see strapping young men working on the Zhang Farm without their shirts, Lily had pestered her older sister on how earth she was able to get the money to pay them all but Iris was able to dodge the questions with relative ease. Years of being the sensible one had taught Iris how to keep Lily at heel if she got too snoopy or too curious and had that urge to butt her nose into anything and everything.

"There's no point for you in getting involved," she had told her sister in a tone that brook no argument. She felt bad at seeing how quickly her sister wilted at her frankness, her bluntness since they only had each other now and that was the point.

Last thing she ever wanted was her poor little sister getting dragged into... into...

... into whatever the hell she had found herself in.

Iris had left the farm yet again on Monday, heading back to the bank as she was told to. The four new farmhands were wonders for the workload back home but Iris knew she needed more men, and more money, if she wanted to have the property flourish again and her stomach fluttered (anxiously? excitedly?) at the thought of what she had to do for Simon Idris to get the money she knew she needed.

Again Mr. Cooper led her to the office of Simon Idris after making her intentions of meeting the man, no questions, known to the crabby clerk. This time she had dressed more comfortably since her last dress had been all but ruined by her encounter, faded white stains still lingering on the bright red fabric of the dress. Remembering his 'advice' to her before, she had brought along a bag that held some new clothes for her to wear in case... an incident happened.

"Mr. Idris," she greeted, her voice nothing but the example of politeness. Iris looked uncomfortable being back in that office of his and she kept her back straight and her chin up all the same. Memories of tasting nothing but cock and semen dominated her mind but the memories of the pure relief she felt when she was able to hire the men to help around the farm was just as strong. "I'm here as instructed. Would you like to hear an update on my farm or..."

Do something else he no doubt had in mind.

 

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Idris welcomed Iris into his office. "So good to see you again, Miss Zhang," he purred. "I do so appreciate promptness."

This time he escorted her not in front of the heavy oak desk but to a sitting area in front of the large windows looking out on the main thoroughfare. Simon guided her towards a plush Victorian fainting couch and held her arm as she settled into the cushions.

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"Before we begin, I have taken the liberty of having some tea prepared for your arrival," he announced, retrieving an expensive china tea service from a sideboard. He set the collection on a low table in front of the couch and then began to fill one of the teacups. He added two lumps of sugar to the steaming liquid before handing cup and saucer to Iris. "Personally I prefer coffee, but I understand that you Celestials are exceedingly fond of the stuff," he explained. "I think you'll find this blend rather interesting."

Simon returned to the sideboard and opted for a tumbler of bourbon as Iris sampled the tea. Between sips, she cautiously inquired, "Would you like to hear an update on my farm or. . . ?"

Simon sipped his drink, enjoying the bloom of warmth in his midsection. "Yes, yes, please do," he encouraged. He took a seat in a padded armchair near her end of the couch. "I look forward to hearing learning of your initial progress."

Aside from providing Iris the occasional question or refill of tea, Simon sat quietly in his chair. He nodded at the first round of repairs to farm. There was obviously much yet to do, but Iris had clearly put his extra funds to work right away.

"Excellent," he declared at her conclusion. "You have made a good start, Miss Zhang. If you continue in this manner, I think our arrangement will certainly prove quite bountiful."

"Now to other matters," he continued, rising from his seat. He set his now empty tumbler on the sideboard and opened a drawer. He returned to the sitting area holding a glass jar containing a pale substance with a faint purple hue. Simon set it on the small table in front of her and removed the top. A faint whiff of lilac followed.

"A superb lotion I discovered back East," he explained. "Does wonders for the skin." He dipped an index finger inside and gathered a small dab. He then promptly rubbed it between finger and thumb till it vanished. He admired the silky ease with which the two digits brushed across one another for a moment. "Fabulous little lubricant; makes everything so smooth."

Simon slid the jar closer to Iris. "Now take off that dress. I want you to rub this all over your wonderful tits."