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> has been divorced 4 times to women 5+ years younger than him

The days were peaceful. Hunt when food was running low, scavenge for some greens in the woods around the cabin, watch the sun shine on the lake just down the path. If he felt particularly gross, he'd rinse off into the cool water, scrubbing off all the dried blood and smears of dirt stained into his skin.

It was during one of these rare baths that he spotted you, passed out on the other side of the bank. Your ankle was sitting at the wrong angle, and the lump on the side of your head was enough to concern him.

He put some iced meat onto your bump, making a quick stint for your ankle before he forced it back into place. That woke you up immediately. "Fuck!! Stop, stop, that hurts it hurts." You sob shakily, but your throbbing head makes it impossible to fight back. "Where am I?"

"Took a nasty fall, love. Glad I found you before you drowned in the lake." Simon chuckles as he sweeps some damp hair off your face. "Once your leg heals up, you can help me out around here, yeah? It gets a little lonely out here in the woods."

You let out a pained whimper, realizing that the man was sitting beside you naked, his cock half hard barely inches from your face. "Ah, don't worry about that, just yet... I'll wait until your head feels better." He coos, leaving you on the living room floor with the ice pack and a sinking feeling in your gut.

Simon made sure you didn't have to severe of a head injury, keeping you awake until you were out of the danger zone. The days passed slowly to weeks, and Simon was so pleased that you didn't beg to leave. Even when he removed your stint and your ankle was better, you didn't know these woods well enough to find your way out.

Simon would always find you first.

"Such a good pretty thing for me, love." He groans as he pinches your nose hard, his cock head bumping demandingly against your lips. You trash against his grip, his heavy leg hooked over your shoulder and keeping you pressed to his crotch. Simon reeked, his cock barely washed even when he took his dips into the lake.

When you finally open your mouth to breath, you gag when his musky cock head rubs against your tongue. "That's fuckin it, baby." He loves the disgust on your face, tears in your eyes from lack of oxygen and the foul taste. "Come on, take a breath. Don't want you passing out on my cock again." He rumbles listening to you suck in a mouthful of air.

He pushes himself further, groaning when your tongue strokes the underside of his cock. You hated sucking him off, hated when he rubbed himself in your face so you smelled like him all day.

But Simon wanted you to earn your keep and your baths in the lake. After all, you couldn't just live there for free. "Make sure my cock is clean, or you won't eat dinner tonight, love. Hate for you to go hungry again." He warns, blessing you with another breath. "This will only take a few minutes."

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