Being Mr. Miller’s Slut – Part 4

After almost a year of being Mr. Miller’s little slut, things changed drastically. The Wednesday after Mr. Miller and Sheriff Own double cocked my cunt, then watched me fuck a horse things got very bad. I came home from school and my father looked very serious and sad. He took me into the living room and was very gentle, stroking my hair and telling me he loved me. My mother brought me hot chocolate which was really a treat in my house. Then they told me, that afternoon when Ray Summers went to deliver feed to Mr. Miller he’d found the old man dead on his front porch. They tried to be very gentle about telling me, reminding me how much I’d done for Mr. Miller helping him with chores, and how much he liked me and that at seventy five he’d had a long life.

I knew Mr. Miller had been old, I just didn’t’ know he was that old. He’d sure been active for a dirty old man I thought to myself. I wasn’t stupid, I wasn’t in love with Mr. Miller or anything. I knew he’d been using me in ways no little girl should be used, and making me do things that most grown up women wouldn’t. The fact was I had liked it, and I was crying not just because he was gone but because I remembered what happened right after I’d first become a slut. After he’d used me up and made me like it I found out I didn’t like the high school boys cocks, or even nice gentle sex. I was a slut and I needed a hard cock pounding me, telling me what a whore I was, making me do depraved things till I came. Now that was gone.

That Friday I didn’t have to go to school. Instead I went to the funeral with my parents. Mr. Miller’s two sons were there, but I heard a lot of gossip that his daughter refused to come. I heard more gossip about the fact that she wouldn’t come because she’d accused him of raping her as a child. People talked in whispers about how long ago a few girls had said such things, but there was never any proof. They all looked at me funny and some people even asked me if Mr. Miller had ever touched me wrong. I was very quiet and just shook my head, but inside I was laughing. Oh he’d touched me ‘wrong’, but it had felt so good. After the funeral the wake was held at Mr. Miller’s house. I just drifted around the house, looking at all the places Mr. Miller had used my little body. I couldn’t talk to any of the people about him, so I just looked sad and ended up in the kitchen doing dishes as they piled up. After all I was supposed to have been doing this all along.

Mr. Miller’s two sons were as different as night and day. The oldest one, his name was Tom, was short and had light blonde hair. He was very quiet and I noticed he never quite looked at me when I talked to him. The younger one, who I guess was about my dad’s age was tall like his father had been had dark black hair and big blue eyes that looked cold. He watched me all the time, and the way he stared at me especially my tits made me shiver a little. He reminded me of his father. As people started drifting out I realized that the only people left were my parents, the two Miller boys and Sheriff Owen. I was in the kitchen doing dishes still when I heard my father say. “That’s fine. I think she’d like that she has a room here.” Then Sheriff Owen said “Jack that may not be a good idea, the boys need to go through their father’s things. They don’t need a kid in the way.” And a strange voice said. “No, let her stay. She can help pack stuff up, and maybe tell us about how dad was the last year. We didn’t get out to see him much.” They kept talking but I didn’t hear the rest. Soon my dad came into the kitchen and hugged me. He asked if I wanted to stay the night and help the Miller’s get stuff together, finish the dishes and maybe say goodbye to the house. I nodded numbly. It wouldn’t be like it had been, but it was better than going home.

My parents left, then I heard the younger boy say “No Tom go on, we’ll be fine.” And another car pulled out. I peeked into the living room and saw Charles Miller and Sheriff Owen staring at each other like two goats about to lock horns. They were to quiet for me to hear what they were saying so I went on back to the dishes. Then I heard Charles say loudly. “I don’t care what kind of arrangement you had with my paw. Get your filthy mind out of here and if you ever come back suggesting that again I’ll have you locked up, don’t care if you are the law!” I dropped a plate in the sink thinking “Oh shit! Sheriff Owen just told him what he and Mr. Miller Sr. had done to me and now Charles was going to throw me out too. I hoped he wouldn’t tell my parents. I heard Sheriff Owen’s car pull off, and then the kitchen door swung open and Charles, now Mr. Miller I guessed walked in. He watched me washing dishes leaning against the table. I had my back to him, and was nervous but I wasn’t going to say anything till he did.

“So you were my paw’s little helper huh?” His voice was low and dark. I nodded and kept washing dishes. “Place sure didn’t look to clean when I got here. He must not have worked you too hard.” I shrugged then said without thinking. “He ah had me do stuff outside too, you know to help.” Charles laughed. “Uh huh, I bet he did. He trained you right up to help him around here, showed you how to do it huh?” I nodded quietly again, hoping he couldn’t see me blushing as I thought about what Mr. Miller had really trained me to do. “Well then, you can show me just how well he trained you. Come here and help me.”

I put the dish down in the sink and turned around, guessing he wanted me to help him clear the table of all the casserole dishes. But when I turned around he was leaning against the table with his cock in his hand just leering at me. His cock was longer than his father’s had been, maybe about eleven inches and it was hard. He was stroking it and eyeing me like I was a piece of a candy. I sucked in a breath, feeling my nipples get hard and my slit get wet but I froze not sure what to do. He took hold of his cock and held it straight out. “Well come on slut help me out here, suck it.” It took about two seconds to decide and then I was on my knees in front of the new Mr. Miller wrapping my fourteen year old mouth around his hard cock. I moaned and started sucking him into my mouth. He pushed his hips forward, taking hold of the back of my head and shoved his entire length down my throat. I gagged, but took it moaning and sucking as he pulled back and shoved it in again.