Unrequited affections

You are leaving nobody behind per se, nobody who you expect to be missing you. Your mother died when you were young, and your father several years later, both of the consumption. The other workers, as they all lived on the estate, helped to raise and comfort you as a boy. It was difficult, but you managed. Both deaths were so long ago, you've had time to come to terms with their deaths.

The only true regret you have is leaving Victoria, the owner's daughter. You knew from the start that it was a foolish, a lowly laborer like you pining after a young lady of the gentry, but you couldn't help how you felt. You remember the first time you ever saw her. It was Christmas day, more than ten years ago. Despite the protests of the Puritans, everyone of the property was Anglican, and happy to celebrate. Both of you were just children then. Victoria was with her father (much leaner then), helping him hand out candies and meats to the workers for their Christmas feasts. From the first time you made eye contact with the sweet-faced brunette, you knew that you would never love anyone the way you loved Victoria; innocent, childish, pure love. You stood there, stricken, watching her as she walked off to make the rounds to other houses.

Later that night there was dancing. Victoria was there too, for all were equal on Christmas. She stood off to the side shyly as the adults and other children partied. You were in a similar position, but seeing her alone made you bold. Mustering all your bravery, you went up to her and asked her to dance. She looked down embarrassedly, while her jovial father egged her on to accept. She accepted reluctantly, much to your dismay. In time though, she began to relax, and she began to smile as the two of you flew around clumsily, childishly aping the dances of the adults around you. It was an electric experience, and you've rarely come close to be as happy as you were that night. You don't think that night made much of an impact on Victoria, but it did on you.

But you aren't the only victim of unreciprocated affection. A few months back, it was around dusk when you were working in the warehouse, moving and stacking goods. You were the go-to guy for the job because of your height and strength. You were in the middle of moving a sack of grain when you heard the door open behind you. You almost jumped, as nobody ever came in while you were working before. You turned around and saw that it was the master's wife. "Oh, evenin' ma'am. Do you need somethin'?" you ask, still recovering from your fright. "Good evening. Willy, is it?" she asked. "Uh, yes ma'am, though most call me William." You smiled at her awkwardly. None of the workers liked the mistress of the estate, Krista. The master married her after his first wife, Victoria's mother, died. Before her marriage, she had been of ill-repute, and scandalous rumors followed her like flies after livestock. She was a somewhat attractive girl, but it was her free use of her charms that got her what she wanted more so than their strength. She was a shortish woman in her late 20s, almost 30. She had long brown hair, and a pale, freckled complexion for her slightly above average face. Everyone knew, though, that she had won the late middle-aged master with her breasts. They were huge, bursting at the seams of any dress she wore, including the one she was wearing at that moment. She was very popular with the local bachelors before her marriage because of them, including the master. She moved forward, eyes locked on you. You stood there anxiously, waiting to see what she wanted.

"They say you're a strong man." You smiled bashfully. "Aww, who said that?" She smiled back, though it didn't seem like a natural smile. "Just about anybody you ask. Do you know that the other workers call you the Gentle Giant? Strong as an ox, I've been told. Do you mind if I..." she said before reaching out and grabbing your arms. "Oooh!" she cooed, "They weren't exaggerating! So broad and powerful. Not like the little old fat man who runs this place" she adds, voice filled with acid contempt. You had never heard anyone speak so ill of the master before, in fact before his marriage he was held in great esteem in the area."Oh no, the master ain't so, he's a perfectly natural, uh, shape, for a man of his age and station." At least you think so. You've never seen an older rich man who didn't sport a heaving gut. She scoffed. "He's a fat old bastard whose dick can't get past his own stomach. I can barely even fuck the man!" You blushed at her rude language. Her attitude shifted on a dime, and she was looking at you again. "But not you I bet. Let's see what you're working with." She grabbed your private area, and you could only gasp. You were paralyzed, completely overwhelmed. You saw her face light up. "Wow! I expected it to be in proportion, but still..." She looked up into your face, a whole foot above her own. "You're gonna put this huge cock into me, alright farm boy?"

"No ma'am, it ain't right, preacher says so! That'd be fornicatin', not to mention adultery!" you almost shouted, fearful for your soul. "Quiet down you idiot, people will hear!" she said in hushed rage. "Look," she said with a steely gaze," you have two choices. One, I run out and tell everyone on this farm that I came to check on you and that you tried to **** me. Or two, you just shut up and enjoy yourself with me. What's it gonna be?" You feared for your soul, but you feared for your life even more. "Two" you whispered, defeated. She smiled evilly and pulled down your pants, freeing your semi-hard dick. "Beautiful, but I need it all the way up" she said, squirming out of the top of her dress. You stared in awe at her massive tits, the first you had seen since you were a bairn, as your dick sprang with excitement. She laughed confidently. "Yes, men seem to like them. How do you think I got this far? Come on now, mount this mare, Horse-cock!" she commanded, leaning on a stack of grain sacks. She pulled up her skirts with one hand, revealing her hairy pussy.

You stepped forward reluctantly. You put your hands on her hips but she stopped you. "Uh uh, up here!" she said, moving your hands to her breasts. "Rub 'em, pinch 'em, squeeze 'em, whatever, I love it all!" You grabbed her soft, ample breasts, warm and sweet in your calloused hands. But she was getting impatient. "Come on now, can't ye do two things at once stupid? Put it in! Or do you want me to call for help?" Regretfully, you began to thrust forward gingerly. Your wide head parted her lips, plunging into her wet warmth. You closed your eyes and grit your teeth, hating how much you enjoyed this evil act. Krista gave a low moan as she tried to accommodate your size, widening her stance. "Never...this big...before" she said in a near daze. Soon you bottomed out, hitting her cervix with your tip and sparking a low grunt from Krista. "Don't...stop" she said, out of breath already. You pulled back, still pawing at her breasts. Again, you thrust into her, and she couldn't help but moan the whole time. You began to pick up speed, pounding her cunt relentlessly. Krista was soon past the point of coherence, only grunting and moaning as you entered her. At one point, the pleasure began to increase in intensity. You kept going until it hit an unbearable high, and you felt ungodly enjoyment as you shot several huge globs of semen into her. For a long time she stood there, legs wide and hot cum leaking down her legs. Eventually, she wiped the main mess up and left, only saying "We will be doing this again."

True to her word, between then and now she used any chance she could get to corner you and threaten you into satisfying her.You now suspect that she had a hand in your unexpected firing, though you can't be sure. It would be exactly in her nature to use you like a toy for her own amusement, then dispose of you once she was bored.