Hilda Settles In

The inside of the farmhouse wasn't immaculate. With only a few sparse furnishings and shelves, the one-story domicile was very minimalist in what it had. A wooden dining table and chairs, washtub and sink without magic running water (almost unheard of to someone as spoiled rich as Hilda), a small fireplace with a single soft chair beside it, one set of shelves with a few pieces of china and pictures on it, and a one-person bed off in the corner were all that decorated the otherwise empty house. "It's not much, but I can let you stay here until the morning."

"Oh, thank you, mist- er, ma'am." Hilda stuttered.

"Don't make a big deal of it. I just don't want to leave you unsupervised out on the farm again. I'm not stepping in any more of your cum."

Hilda blushed profusely. "R-right."

"And don't call me 'ma'am.' My name's Savannah; I'm nobody's ma'am, not yet anyway." The woman turned away and walked towards her bed.

Hilda stood nervously, still holding the dirty sponge to her crotch, hoping the smell of her juices didn't reach the farmer's nose. As she glanced around, her eyes were stuck on the farm girl herself, bent over while looking inside a wall cabinet by her bed, and without thinking, she asked, "I'm sorry to ask, but... why aren't you wearing anything, Miss Savannah?"

Savannah shot up, her hands clamping down on her butt cheeks. In all the chaos outside, she'd forgotten that she was still naked. "Well, I, uh... not that it's any of your business, but I sleep naked. It's better for the soul or something."

Hilda felt a wave of heat reach her face at the idea of sleeping naked alone in a house like this. The image was something out of one of her steamiest novels. "Oh, I see." Hilda's grip tightened on the sponge as Savannah closed the cabinet doors. "I wasn't prepared for guests, so I don't have any spare sheets out right now. I hope you're not too upset with sleeping on the chair tonight."

Hilda shook her head. "Oh, I couldn't possibly ask for so much. I intruded on you, after all, and after you've been so generous to me already, I insist I sleep on the floor. It's only right and proper for someone who's been so... i-improper."

Savannah looked at her quizzically. "You're a weird one. You certainly don't talk like a homeless tramp."

Hilda stammered. "Well, uh, the thing is..." she trailed off, the series of events that led her here becoming too jumbled in her head.

"Never mind it." Savannah sighed. "It's not my business. I'll see if I can find something in the basement for you, and then yo-" Savannah stopped in her tracks and sniffed the air. Hilda's eyes widened as her landlady's eyes locked onto her dripping crotch and the sopping wet sponge over it. "What did you do to that sponge?" She asked, already knowing and dreading the answer. Hilda didn't say anything, instead letting the heavy cleaning tool slip from her hands and land with a loud SQUISH on the floor. Both women stared at it for a moment, watching the white liquid seep out onto the wooden floor and form a small puddle in front of Hilda's feet, aided in no small part by the seed still leaking from Hilda's pussy.

Savannah held back a groan before saying, "I'm not keeping that thing up here. This place ain't much, but I at least don't want it smelling radioactive." With only the slightest bit of hesitation, the muscular woman picked up the sponge with two of her fingers and held it out away from herself, stifling her nose from the odor. Hilda was shocked and more than a little aroused by this (evident by the glob of cum she felt building up inside her at the sight of this gorgeous woman holding her seed in her hands), but Savannah spoke before she could properly react. "Look; you've obviously had a rough go of it. I don't know what happened to you before, but I don't like the idea of sending you out there again without anyone having your back." Eyeing the stain on her thigh, she continued, "And I don't think you've got the self-control to survive long in this town."

Hilda's expression fell, the color draining from her face. She couldn't just leave, not when Tina was still here and in need of her motherly guidance. "B-but.... there has to be something I can do. Otherwise..." Hilda couldn't imagine she had grown so helpless that she be reduced to a beggar in a place like this, especially if Tina was no better off.

"That's why I'm going to... offer you work," Savannah said through gritted teeth. "Despite your... eccentricities, you and your daughter performed a day's worth of labor in less than a few hours. I can't let that kind of help go when it comes to my door twice in one day. So here's what I'll do: you can stay here for as long as you need to, and in exchange, you'll help with the manual work on the farm. Now it ain't easy, and the pay won't be good; you'll be lucky if you get what I paid you this morning after a week of regular work. But it's all I'm offering; you can take it or-"

Savannah couldn't even finish before Hilda had wrapped her arms around her, their boobs squishing together, and started showering her with gratitude. "Oh, how gracious of you, mistress. I don't deserve such charity, not after my disgraceful performance to you. You're saintly kindness knows no bounds, truly. To show such service to one as filthy and wretched as I is only-"

"Alright, get off!" Savannah felt the dripping of Hilda's sex start to rub against her leg and pushed her away. "First rule on the farm: don't do that again! Clear?" Hilda blushed and nodded, holding her hands politely over her bush. "Alright. We'll discuss more specifics in the morning. Until then, I'm exhausted, so I'll hit the sack as soon as I get another sheet from the basement." The farmer didn't even wait for a reaction before she turned around, mooning her new hire, and walked towards the stairs to the cellar. She nevertheless heard a tiny squeal from behind her before she reached the stairs.

After a few minutes of searching and careful disposal of the diseased, cum-stained luffa in a deep corner of the cellar where she'd never smell it again (hopefully), she climbed back up the stairs with a fresh sheet for Hilda. She shouldn't have been surprised to see the naked woman fast asleep, not on the chair by the fireplace, but curled up on the floor, her crotch sitting in the middle of her own puddle of mess. Rolling her eyes, Savannah draped the sheet over the hopeless woman and watched her coo in her sleep as she wrapped herself in the soft blanket. Idiot, she thought to herself as she strolled back to her own bed, wondering if she'd just made a really bad decision.