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Being with Mary

Something I threw together, I was in a weird mood when I wrote this so let me know what you think in the comments below!

Karen’s Story- Final

After a couple of days I went home to prepare my next shoot. That meant reading the script, emailing and calling with the producers and the director, and setting things up with my assistants. While I was working, Dawn and I would call each other every other day or so. She was doing well in the Big Apple. The wedding she went to was real nice and she had some work in the next couple of months. But she missed me a lot. So did I.
After a week or so, Karen stayed at my place for a weekend. We had some great one-on-one sex, just like in the old days. On Sunday we just hung out at the Rijksmuseum, and at the Vondelpark, just chilling in the afternoon sun. Stuff we did when we just started dating. I had to go to LA the next week, to meet with the producers – I was working on an American-European co-production by a – back then – small time director. I made a pits stop in New York and visited Dawn. Of the 48 hours I was with her, I think we were fucking at least 20, spending the rest going out to restaurants and clubs.
When I got back in Amsterdam, the producers called me saying that shooting was postponed for another two months. There was some trouble with funding (which is always the case with these co-productions) and the director had a hard time finding his leading lady, so a lot more casting would have to be done. That basically meant that I had at least a month off. Which suited me fine to be honest. I was ready to rock and roll with Karen again.
From the airport I drove straight to Karen’s home. She welcomed me at the door. “We got the house to ourselves,” she smiled. “Dad is in Paris to settle the divorce, Pete isn’t home yet and Jeanine is still working.” I could see her hard nipples through her tight white top. She wore blue jeans that accentuated her curves perfectly. She led me up the stairs to her room. I closed the door and hugged her. “Come, babe. I need you inside me,” she pleaded. She took her top off. Her breast stood proud in front of her. They looked fucking hot. I caressed her breasts, kneading them softly. Karen sighed. I licked her left tit, then moved to the right, took her hard little nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. I tried to swallow her whole tit into my mouth, and almost succeeded in doing it. I left a red mark on her tits.
I pushed her onto her bed and undressed myself.
Karen pressed her foot against my cock, making small circles, caressing my cock and balls. “Hmm, babe, that feels so nice…” I moaned. I almost came that instant, so I took her foot in my hand, removed it from my cock and sat down on my knees. Her big toe slipped inside my mouth and I sucked on it. “Hmmm, yeah. Wow, that feels nice. I understand why Jeanine digs this so much!” she hissed.
Karen unbuttoned her trousers. I helped her out of them, because they were so fucking tight. (I remembered the time when Pete and I both tried to get her out of her tight trousers because Karen was desperate for a piss.) Only wearing her underwear, she looked like a beautiful Amazon, ready to be fucked silly. A big dark patch in her panties told me she was wet and ready. Karen hooked her hands at the side of her panties and pulled them down. She surprised me: her whole pussy was hairless, naked like the day she was born. “You like?”
My cock responded by growing some more. Karen lay back on her back, her legs in the air, opening up to me. She held her pussy lips, and opened up her cunt. I could see her inner lips, they were soaking wet. My cock pointed at her hot entrance. “So what the fuck are you waiting for, stud? Screw the hell out of me,” she demanded.
With one push I thrust my whole cock inside her snatch. She screamed and I felt her pussy walls contract around my cock: she came. She felt so tight, I couldn’t hold it any longer and spurted my cum inside her wet snatch.
“Wow, that was fast!” she said surprised. I was surprised too. I felt my orgasm rip through my body, disappearing into her hole. But that wasn’t the end of things. I was so horny, I immediately started thrusting inside her cunt. She locked her legs around me and pushed me further inside her. “Hmmm, go on babe, fuck my brains out…yeah!”
I sucked her left breast while my cock pumped in and out of her pussy.
“Oooh, yeah… fuck me, fuck me!!!” she screamed. I tuned up the pace and started thrusting into her harder and harder. Her feet were bounding up and down my ass. She was panting, screaming – her nails locking into the skin of my back. My cock shot in and out of her hole, which was getting wetter and wetter. Sweat was poring from my forehead, dripping onto her face and breasts. I shoved my prick out of her, pressing my head against her clit. She came loudly, waking up the whole neighbourhood. “Oooh yeah. I am cumming again….fuck me, tear my cunt apart with your fuck-meat! Come on! AAAAaAAAAAAAAHHHHHGHHH!”
I kept on pumping in and out of her cunt, not relenting for a second. I wanted to fuck her brains out, and keep on fucking her until my balls would release their second load. I could hear her juices sloshing inside, mixing with my spunk. Every time I took my fuck-tool out, it was covered with her juices and mine, giving my skin a milky white colour.
After fucking her furiously for a couple of minutes, I took out my cock. She had a disappointed look on her face, until she discovered I was pressing the head of my dick against her asshole. I pressed hard, and in one trust my whole dick slit into her rectum, my balls hitting the bottom of her ass. She screamed because of the pain and pleasure that ripped through her. I resumed my thrusts in and out of her ass. It felt wonderfully tight. I stretched the walls of her ass to the max. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but I didn’t care. “I am gonna fuck you like there is no tomorrow,” I said harshly into her face. “I am gonna fuck you till your ass feels sore as hell!”
But I couldn’t keep my promise, because her ass was so tight, I felt my orgasm shoot from my feet to my head. Cum spurted out of my cock into her bowels, filling her ass with white juice. When I came, I pressed her clit hard and she came with me. I lay on top of her – exhausted. Then we heard applause. Peter was standing at the door, he was holding a video camera, taping our every move.
“Wow. That was some show. You guys should sell tickets!” he said approvingly. He didn’t have to tell us that he liked it, the big bulge inside his boxer short said enough.
“Hi Pete,” I panted, my cock still buried inside Karen’s ass. Pete walked closer, taking her ass in close up. I pulled out, my dick was covered with cum and remains. Cum and a little bit of blood was streaming out of Karen’s ass. It stayed open for a view more seconds, then it closed slowly. Peter’s lens captured everything.
“Fucking hell, you really fucked me hard, babe” Karen said. She had a satisfied look on her face.
“Well, we aim to please and we please to aim,” I said. “Let me wash my prick for a second,” I said leaving for the bathroom. While I soaped my dick, Peter walked on. “That was fucking hot, man. Jesus!”
“Glad you liked it. How are you doing?” I asked.
“Good. Pretty good.”
“How’s Jack doing?”
“The kid is great, man. We really gotten to know each other, if you know what I mean.”
I nodded. They probably fucked as much as possible.
“You’re welcome to join us, whenever you feel like it. I wouldn’t mind having another taste of your cock to be honest.” While he said that he took my tool into his hands and jerked it a couple of times. I felt my cock grow inside his hand.
“Thanks, Pete. I’ll keep it in mind. Not now though, I think I need some time to recover,” I replied. Karen walked into the bathroom. “So do I. Jesus, Robert, I can hardly walk after you fucked my ass,” she smiled. She sat down on the toilet and let go a big fart. “Aaaah, I needed that.” We all laughed.
I turned towards Pete. He let go of my dick. “Rob, I wanna show you something we shot the other day. Interested?”
“Sure.”
We left Karen by herself so she could shit in private. We went to Peter’s room and he turned on the VCR. “Sit down, relax. We taped this three days ago.”
I saw two asses and pussies side by side. They were Karen’s and Jeanine’s. The girls were sitting next to each other on all fours on the bed. The camera moved in on the pussies, looking down from above. Two cocks came into frame, penetrating each cunt and starting to fuck the girls. It was a great sight: the pricks going in and out of the pussies, the asses moving with each thrust. The soundtrack was filled with moans and aaahs. I recognized the cocks. Karen was being fucked by her dad’s big cock, while Peter was having fun with Jeanine’s pussy. After a minute or so, they switched pussies, resuming the position.
Pete sat next to me on the couch. My cock got hard watching this and since I had no clothes on, Pete could tell. He was in the same condition I was. He ripped down his boxer’s and started to stroke his hard meat. For me it was hard to leave my cock alone because of what I saw in the video. Karen was fucked hard by her father again, his thick member stretching her pussy wide, thrusting in and out of her. Then I heard him yell. He pulled out his dick and sprayed an enormous amount of spunk onto her little asshole, drowning her ass cheeks with his cum. Peter did the same to his sister’s ass.
Karen walked in Pete’s room. “Look at the guys beating off. Hey, you want some female company?” she didn’t have to ask. Pete and I nodded.
“I want to suck your ass, Karen!” Pete said.
Karen lay down on the bed, her ass in the air. “I just took a shit, brother dear,” she said.
“I don’t care.”
While Peter stroke his cock, he shoved his face between her ass globes and started to lick Karen’s asshole. First he rimmed the outskirts of her hole, making her brown ring wet with saliva, then he pushed in the tip of his tongue. Karen was moaning. I decided to leave the video for what it was and sat down behind Peter. I took his tool in my hand and started to stroke it with slow strokes. I pressed my cock between his ass cheeks, which I knew he liked. Karen moaned some more, when Peter fucked her asshole with his tongue.
“Oh my, I just love your tongue in my ass brother!’ Karen sighed.
“Maybe you like this too,” he replied by pushing his cock into her ass.
“Ow, don’t fuck me there. Robert just fucked me raw already!” Karen yelled. But it was too late. Pete pushed his cock into her bum. When he was halfway he pulled out of her again, only to push back in a second later. Karen screamed with agony. But instead of asking him to stop she said “Yes, fuck my ass, Pete. Fuck it!” Pete started to speed up his thrusts, shoving in and out of his sister’s ass.
Two can play that game, I thought. I took the tube of K-Y jelly from the nightstand, covered my cock and pressed its head against Pete’s sphincter. Since he got fucked there often, I slipped in with a lot of ease. “Oooh yeah, Rob. Fuck my puckered little hole!” he said with a horny voice. While I fucked his ass, he was fucking Karen’s asshole. After a couple of seconds we found a rhythm that worked for all of us. Moving up and down in unison. Every time I pushed my cock into his ass, Pete got pushed into Karen’s ass. This way I was fucking them both at the same time and loving every second of it. It felt great to have my dick into such a tight asshole, hearing Karen and Pete pant and moan at the same time. I locked my hands into Karen’s hands and we held each other tight during the triple fucking.
“Remember what we did yesterday?” Peter asked Karen. “Oh, yessss” she replied. I wanted to know what happened and Karen told me.
She just had a shower, and when she walked out of the bathroom, Peter and Jack were just coming down the stairs. They had been in Peter’s room, watching some porn. They were both naked. When they saw Karen, both their cocks got hard.
Pete teasingly blocked Karen’s way to her bedroom. “Sorry lady, but you have to pay toll taxes if you wanna go this way.”
“Not now Pete, I’ve got loads of stuff to do,” she replied. But Peter wouldn’t relent. Karen felt Jack’s prick press against her ass. “Wow, hold it cowboy. Watch were you point that thing,” Karen smiled at him. Jack smiled back, admiring those wonderful ass-globes of hers. Pete held Karen’s shoulders and gave her a kiss. Reluctantly she opened her mouth to let his tongue in. At the same time, Jack took his cock and shoved it into her pussy. Karen gasped by the sudden penetration, feeling her pussy being filled by Jack’s nice hard cock. It wasn’t the biggest she ever had, but it was a nice size. Still, she didn’t feel like fucking that day: “Please Jack, stop it! Let me go guys.” Peter embraced Karen, locking her into his arms. His cock pressed against her stomach and her clit, his body crushing her tits. Jack held her tights while he fucked her with nice slow and long strokes. “No, Karen. We won’t let you go until we cum all over you. I know this is what you want anyway,” Pete replied.
Pete’s cock still pressed against Karen’s clit, making her hornier by the second. Karen could only pant and moan. She was locked between two cocks, nowhere to go. A victim of her sexual desires. Every thrust of Jack’s cock made it harder for her to resist the raving feelings inside her body. Somewhere at the back of her mind she knew that letting Jack fuck her was crossing a line she and I both had set a while ago, but she couldn’t resist. She just couldn’t – even if they would have let her.
“You like it, don’t you, getting fucked by Jack. His cock was just in my mouth and now it is filling your nice little cunt, my slut sister!” Pete said.
“Hmmm, yes…. fuck me Jack. Fuck me harder!” Karen admitted, overwhelmed by her lust.
Jack complied, fucking her harder and harder –he loved to feel her slick pussy walls enveloping his dick. He loved to see her ass cheeks jiggle every time he thrust his cock inside her. He felt like a lucky guy, to have spotted Karen and me fucking a while ago. And now to fuck with Pete on a regular basis, learning all kinds of stuff about sex.
Pete took one of Karen’s nipples in his mouth and sucked hard on it, making the nipple grown between his lips. His hand played with her clit, making Karen even more wet. “Oohhh, Godd, right there…yeah… I –I am cumming!!!!!” she screamed. After her orgasm washed over her, she was too weak to stand op. Jack let her sit down on all fours and was still pounding his hard cock into her wet slit. She was in the same position she was in all those months ago, when Pete had grabbed her and fucked her for the first time. The memory of that fuck made her cum again. Jack was getting close too…
“Ooh yeah, fuck me…f-fuck my slutty cunt! B-but pull out when you cum. Come on my back and ass, don’t come in me…” Karen gasped.
Pete sat down in front of Karen, presenting his cock to her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. Pete started to fuck her mouth with his tool, sometimes reaching the back of her throat, making her gag a little. Karen’s body was shaking, her tits were shaking from the double pounding she had to take from the two horny guys. Tonight she was their fuck slut, a willing body ready to be filled with their cum. Karen’s pussy walls started to contract, squeezing Jack’s cock.
“Fuck, I am gonna shoot my load!” Jack said.
“Cum inside her slutty pussy!” Peter demanded.
“No, take it out…please” Karen pleaded. She had just had her period and was about to start to take the pill again. However, she didn’t have any in the house because she forgot to get new ones last week. She was unprotected.
It was too late. Jack had too hard a time letting go of that sweet tight cunt of hers. Jack started to groan, followed by his big load of cum shooting into Karen’s tight cunt. She felt his cum fill up her pussy, while her cunt contracted in orgasm. She came again. Then she felt her mouth being filled with Pete’s hot spunk. “Yeah, take it, take it all slut sister!” Pete panted.
Jack’s cock slid from her wet snatch, leaving a trail of cum ooze out of her. Karen got up. “Jesus Christ guys. Look what you’ve done to me. Now I am gonna have to take another shower.” They all laughed. Karen went to the bathroom, to clean up her pussy as fast as possible. Pete followed her while Jack remained in the hall, recovering from his orgasm, savouring the feeling in his body. He had just fucked Karen for the first time, and if it was up to him, it wouldn’t be the last. Her cunt was even tighter than Jeanine’s and he just loved the sight of his cock in her snatch. For him, things couldn’t get any better.
“Why didn’t you want Jack’s cum inside you?” Pete wondered.
“I am not on the pill, man.” Karen said, with some panic in her voice.
Pete looked disturbed, but after some thinking replied “Just get one from Jeanine for tonight. Or take a morning-after pill.”
Karen looked relieved. Why didn’t she think of that? Then again, it was tough thinking when two cocks were inside your body.
“You’re right. In that case, wanna have another go? You might as well, now I am all worked up,” Karen joked. Pete nodded. Karen lay down on the bathroom floor, the rug preventing her from having to lie down on the cold tiles. Peter fucked her missionary style while she sucked on Jack’s cock. They both sprayed their cum on her hot little body.
And now she was fucked by her brother again. “Ooh, guys, I love this. Fuck me harder!” Karen screamed. I saw her face expressing eternal bliss – her eyes closed, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed red. Every time a small orgasm ripped through her body, her legs shuddered accordingly. I loved the feeling of Pete’s ass against my stomach. His nice round hairless globes felt hot as hell. I never wanted this engagement to stop, but of course also good things cum to an end.
“Sis, I can’t hold it. I am gonna shoot my load!” Peter said while he filled his sister’s asshole with big globs of his man juice. Karen came at the same time. Pete’s ass started to squeeze my cock and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I squirted my cum into his bowels too. I left my cock inside his ass, until it deflated to a smaller size. Then I heard Karen moan “Guys, could you please get off me, you are kinda heavy you know…”
I pulled my cock from Pete’s ass with a pop, while he did the same with his dick. Pete left the bed and said he’d be back with some drinks after he cleaned up. I lay down on Karen and gave her a kiss on the mouth, my cock lay between her ass cheeks, which felt more like a pool of goo with all the stuff flowing out of there.
“God, I can’t sit for a week,” Karen joked.
She turned on her side and we spooned up for a while. My cock got semi-erect and without a warming I pressed my soiled hard rod, which was just inside her brother’s ass a moment ago, into her slit. Karen gasped, surprised by the sudden penetration. I lifted a leg so I could penetrate her deeper and started to furiously pound into her soaking wet pussy.
“So my little slut. You let neighbourhood kids fuck you now too?!” I said in a playful tone. “You let him fuck you and cum inside your tight pussy? You need to be punished. Punished badly!”
“Yess… I am a slut. Punish me, rape my pussy! Fuck me, tear me apart!” Karen screamed. I pounded harder and harder into her pussy. She was a bit dry and started to feel raw. But still I kept on fucking her. Shoving my cock in and out of her cunt, trying to get inside her fucking womb with the tip of my cock. The playfulness disappeared and my mind changed into a malicious mood. I felt lust and anger and all different kinds of emotions. I got on top of Karen, spreading her legs wide and furiously pounded my cock into her helpless pussy. She was totally dry now, and her pussy walls felt like sandpaper. It really must have hurt her, because tears were running down her cheeks.
God, this hurts!” she cried. “Go on! I deserve it. I am sorry, I am sorry…” she said softly. I felt my load being pumped from my balls and shot my cum deep inside her womb. Coating the inside of her dry used-up pussy. I slid my cock out of her wet hole, and it looked worn out. Her cunt stayed open. Her lips were red and scorned. She hugged me, held me tight. We kissed a confused kiss.
Later that night we were lying in her bed. Karen lay with her head on my chest, playing with my chest hairs. It was time to talk the big talk.
“Honey, I think we have to talk,” I started.
She nodded. “I know.”
“Okay, listen. I think that things are getting out of hand. I mean, I was fine with you having sex with family members, how odd that may sound. But if other people are getting involved…”
“I know what you mean. Jack was not part of the deal. And believe me, it was never supposed to happen. It just happened and I am sorry.”
“Yes, but what about next time… I mean you never know who might walk in?”
Karen looked at me, a little disturbed. “What do you mean by that?!”
I stroke my hand through her hair. She could tell by the look in my eyes that I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Karen nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know what has gotten into me. The last couple of months were a real eye opener. I’ve done things I couldn’t have imagined before this all started. When Pete and I fuck it feels so… right. Like it was meant to be. It all really brought the family closer. But let’s face it: I’ve become the family cum slut. And God I love it.”
“I know. Listen, I would never want to stand in your way in anything, you know that right?”
She smiled. “I know, you are really cool.”
I took a deep breath. I knew I had to say it, but it was hard to do. “Karen. I love you. Always have, but… I don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s been interesting and very hot and satisfying. But I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to share you with other people. I want a monogamous relationship. What we had when we started out.”
So, I’d said it. I had loved fucking around with the family. I’d had broaden my horizon a lot. But now I felt it was time to move on, and if necessary, without Karen.
She looked at me, then stared in the distance, thinking.
I broke the silence. “I don’t want you to have to choose between your family and me. So, maybe it’s a good idea that we stop seeing each other. At least for a little while…”
So that’s what happened that night as far as I can remember. I always try to forget the drama in life as soon as possible. So I’ll spare you the dramatic scene that unfolded after this, since I don’t want to be reminded myself. But Karen and I did split up, went our separate ways. We kept in touch, and talk to each other a lot. She’d doing fine. No boyfriend, but there is plenty of cock going around the house. Sometimes she told me all about it when we talked on the phone, or met for coffee. She once told me that she and Jeanine visited their mother in Paris and that Jeanine had fucked her there with a strap-on. More stuff happened in Paris, but that’s another story. A month after the split up I flew to New York to meet Dawn, with whom I had talked a lot during that month. I needed to clear my head, set some things straight. I missed Karen, but knew I had made the right decision.
While I am writing this, Dawn is reading with me over my shoulder. I am sitting in her bedroom. The story has gotten her horny and during the writing of this chapter she has been fingering her clit and pussy. She sits on the bed and has that look in her eyes… so it’s time for me to go.
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Darklord

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Would Brynn continue to do what the older man wanted when the sexual elements of their relationship escalated?

Calving Signs – part 3

“You’re having a tea party?” Terri said, sitting at the kitchen table. She itched awkwardly at an exposed leg. Her grey sweats had been nearly destroyed by the work. At her Mom’s suggestion, she was trying out a baggy pair of shorts. After a week it felt a little strange to show any skin, but it did help with the low-level heat that filled the house.
“Book club,” Anne said. She was making canapés. And she had another one of her titillating dresses on, a green one with a white sash. It had a v-neck that plunged to the center of her chest. Two breasts poked out on either side. Terri had hesitated to ask, but they WERE bigger, weren’t they?
“Then what’s the book?”
“We didn’t actually get around to picking one,” Anne admitted. “But that’s why we’re meeting. To pick a book for next week.”
Terri rolled her eyes.
“Your eyes are going to stick like that if you’re not careful,” Anne said.
She rolled a piece of bacon around a fig. Terri nearly drooled. Why was she so hungry, all the time? Did it have anything to do with her newly irrepressible sex drive?
“Good! Then I’ll go around freaking people out with my all-white eyes. It’ll be great,” Terri said. “Who are these women?”
“Oh, you know. Ladies from the neighborhood. Mrs. Pritcher. Mrs. Scoaler. Mrs. Taylor…”
It was a nearly complete list of the prudish, busy-body women that staffed the Calving PTA and spent most of their time disapproving of things.
Terri opened her mouth to say as much, and Anne stuffed a fig in it. It was delicious. Her train of thought plunged off the rails.
“Go take a shower,” Anne directed. “I’ll give you one of my dresses to wear. You, dear daughter, will be serving the tea.”
Terri tried to fight back.
But the fig was stuffed with ricotta. And all she could do was nod.
* * *
Terri closed the bathroom door and examined herself in the mirror.
“Oh geez,” she murmured, to herself.
She was busting out in curves all over. That damn ice cream!
Already her rail-thin body was a memory. No longer could she see three bony ribs floating just underneath her boobs. Now her body was increasingly sleek and well-fed, almost glossy, rippling with a new bounty of curves.
What hadn’t gone to her hips had gone to her boobs. They had inflated like party balloons over the past week, swelling from mere bumps to the honest-to-goodness breasts she had had before college. Her hips were embarrassingly wide, back to the child-bearing country curves she had been so mortified by.
Not that she looked BAD…
“No more ice cream,” she told herself. That had to be it. That stuff was 90% fat. Whatever Reverend Flynn put in it, it was overencouraging the part of her genetic makeup that wanted to be described as “buxom.”
She eased her growing form into the shower. For the first five minutes she dully scrubbed herself.
“Okay, Terri, be honest with yourself,” she said, watching the hot water dribble down a small expanse of honest-to-goodness cleavage.
She was starting to get turned on… by pretty much anything. It wasn’t just at the end of the day, anymore. All morning Terri had caught herself day-dreaming about boys… sex… slutty little outfits she remembered from college…
A few minutes of the torrent of steaming water, and she started feeling red hot. Already her re-inflated nipples were perking up.
Terri eased a finger down to her snatch. She was starting to seriously considering shaving. Considering how much time she was spending down there, her pubic hair was just an irritation.
“No!” her mind told her, dragging her libido to the back of her head. Not now! Tonight. The tea party women would be there any minute!
Terri flipped the dial to ‘freezing’ and waited for the wet tingles to fall away.
It took a very long time.
* * *
“Oh, thank you, dear,” Mrs. Taylor said. She was in her mid-40s, with carefully crafted Mom hair that hadn’t been restyled since 1986. Terri refilled her mug to the brim. She made a face when the older woman couldn’t see.
The whole experience was mortifying. Serving tea. Acting like a… waitress… while the ‘ladies’ gabbed at each other. They all wore tasteful and boring dark-colored dresses, and had their legs crossed.
But what was most embarrassing of all was that she was wearing her Mom’s dress, and that it didn’t fit well. Too loose in the chest. Pinched horribly at the waist. Her two knobby knees stuck out of the bottom.
She had fought back against the heels. Anne had just shrugged and agreed.
Now she felt dumpy and short without them.
“How about The Road?” Anne suggested. “Cormac McCarthy. Oprah recommended it.”
“Oprah recommends lots of things,” Mrs. Pritchard said. She was a woman just starting to sag into old-lady. “It’s all depressing, I hear. End of the world, right?”
Anne looked cheerful. She wore a pattern skirt with a cinched black belt. The flower-covered tanktop was supposed to look demure.
“How about the Time Traveler’s Wife?” Anne tried. “Very romantic.”
“I don’t know. Time travel?” Mrs. Collie said. “It seems very risqué.”
Suddenly Reverend Flynn was there, in his black outfit. He moved quietly, and when he arrived, it was like he carried the church around with him.
All the ladies were very happy to see him.
“Reverend Flynn!” Mrs. Pritchard cooed. “Maybe you could help us pick a book. We’ve been agonizing over it.”
Flynn smiled. At all of them. His gaze lingered on Anne. “I hope you ladies had a chance to try my latest ice cream. With the pralines? You’d be surprised how hard it is to work with nuts.”
“Oh, I don’t think that’s true,” Mrs. Collie said, then looked around, suddenly mortified. Everyone else was still looking at Reverend Flynn.
He bit his lip. “I suppose the Bible would be a little clichéd,” he conceded. “How about the Invisible Man? Ellison? Lovely, thought-provoking book. I kept a copy with me in Korea.”
Terri nearly dropped the tea kettle. Flynn’s eyes glanced over at her. Then they noticed the poorly-fitted dress, and took a quick survey of the dark-blonde girl. Terri blushed.
There was a very awkward silence. There was no way Flynn could know that at least half the attendees had tried to remove the book from AP English. Right?
“Yeesssssss,” Mrs. Pritchard said, carefully. “I think we can do that. A change of pace. And I know we all have copies.”
Flynn beamed. “You can borrow mine if you’re missing out. I’ll see you ladies some other time.”
They all watched him go. Eyes, Terri noticed, locked on his rear end.
Mrs. Taylor snapped her fingers. “Oh! Anne. Dear. I quite forgot. You know I live next door to the Parrish family? Mr. Parrish has been having such a rough time with his son ever since Linda passed away. I heard that your daughter was back in town, and I thought she could get him out of the house.”
Terri had missed most of that, watching Flynn leap up the stairs. Had he really been… checking her out?
Anne considered this. “I think I could spare her, for a night,” she conceded. “It’ll be good to get her out, too.”
Wait, what?
They were setting her up on a… date? While she was right here? Had she just stumbled into a 19th century novel? Terri spun around.
Eight eyes looked at her. Terri opened her mouth, and shut it again, as they looked over her body and checked it for suitability. She clutched the tea kettle to her chest, and nearly burned her boobs.
“I’ll tell him Friday at 8? It’ll be a huge help. The man needs some time to himself,” Mrs. Taylor said.
“And you’ll help him have some time to himself?” Mrs. Collie said. Her eyes went wide. She snapped her fingers to her mouth. But the others just giggled. Including her own Mother.
And Mrs. Taylor.
“Terri?” Anne said, and Terri got ready to turn her down. A blind date, set up by a.. coven of meddling old women? No!
“Can you refill the tea pot, please?”
* * *
The fight hadn’t gone like Terri had expected.
She had told her Mom, flat-out, that there was no way in Hell, Heaven, and Earth that she was going on a date with some boy she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Terri had let herself start slow, with a list of reasons why female slavery was illegal, then built up to a hissing denunciation of chores, dishes, and in general being treated like the maid.
Usually Anne gave as good as she got, until both girls were red-faced, shrieking, and panting for breath. Then Terri would run upstairs, slam the door five or six times, and sulk.
Instead, Anne had just sat at the kitchen table, radiant behind her sharp-rimmed reading glasses, and calmly tapped the surface with a pen.
All she had said was “But you look so much better, Terri.”
Terri had deflated like a popped bag of air. Even the run downstairs had felt forced and unnecessary. She hadn’t even bothered to slam the door.
Instead, she ran right to the bathroom mirror.
She DID look better. Her figure had swelled in all the right places, accentuating hips and thighs Terri hadn’t known she had. Not to mention a steadily increasing bustline, even now outlining her old High School t-shirt. But more importantly, her face was bright and healthy, and her hair had grown lustrous and bouncy once again.
Anne knocked on the door. “We’re going shopping,” she said. “Into town.”
Terri took a deep breath for the next salvo.
Instead, unbidden and unasked for, an image of a bright red dress faded through her head. It was strapless, and cut low enough to show off her new assets. She shook her head to clear it out. That just changed the color to green and cut three inches off the hemline.
“Alright,” she said, meekly. and turned back to the mirror.
For a trip to town, a t-shirt and jeans just wasn’t going to do it.
Terri licked her lips and felt them tingle.
* * *
On Monday, Colleen slammed the front door shut when she arrived home.
Neal was in the living room, sitting cross-legged and playing some video game.
“Hey,” he said, eyes locked on the screen. “Welcome home. How was your day?”
“Terrible. Very bad. We’re getting regulatory pushback from the State, and the entire factory needs… can you look at me when I’m talking?”
The petite girl wore dun-colored slacks and a sheath-like white blouse. “Did you do anything today? Besides video games?”
“Dinner’s ready,” Neal said, meekly.
He waved at the table. A chunk of white chicken and boil-in-bag rice. “I made some phone calls, but nobody needs a web designer in this town,” her husband said.
Dinner was rubbery. Afterwards, Colleen stripped off her work clothes and slid into a grey pair of pants and a tanktop.
“Dishes first,” Neal reminded her, as she picked up the remote.
“Dishes.. you’ve been home all day! I’ve been out there…”
Colleen took a deep breath.
That pastor had recommended it, Reverend something or another.
“Dishes first,” she allowed. That HAD been the deal.
Behind her, while she was up to her elbows in pans, the sounds of video games tinkled.
Colleen was ready to turn around and spit fire when the music stopped, she heard feet padding over….
And then Neal’s warm, strong hands were caressing her backside.
Colleen nearly bit her tongue.
“Thanks for all your hard work, honey,” he said, and then returned to the game.
The manager just stood there.
What had just happened?
Something about her husband’s grip had sent sparks shimmering through her rear end. Her whole body tingled with droplets of pleasure. She could still feel the heat of him, fading away.
Her snatch suddenly glowed cherry red.
* * *
On Tuesday, she did the dishes without a single word. Neal seemed pleasantly surprised.
That strange pleasure had been in the back of her mind all day long.
Twice she had lost her train of thought during a meeting. The first time, she had caught her staff—all men—watching one of the pneumatic secretaries walking out of the room. The girl had impractical heels on, and a skirt that rode up with each swaying step. Just watching the shimmering rear had caused her to simply… trail off.
The second time, she had shifted in her chair, and felt an echo of that odd, fun feeling when she put pressure on her ass.
Colleen realized, with sharp surprise, that she had been looking forward to doing the dishes all day long.
When Neal sat back on the floor she craned her head back and watched him from over the sink.
“Hey, Neal?” She called over, softly. He paused.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for everything,” she cooed.
Neal smiled and got up. Colleen stuck her butt out in eager anticipation. And—yes!—when he approached, he put those same sexy hands back on her sensitive ass.
This time they stroked up and down. Blasts of sexy fun shot through her mind. Rippling through her head, getting her hot. What was going on? Her butt had never been a big deal. But now all she could think about was getting it touched… fondled… showing it off…
Colleen moaned in the back of her throat. “Don’t stop that,” she pleaded.
“Stop what?”
“Your… butt massage. It’s… relaxing.”
“Is it?” Neal sounded surprised. But it kept those heavy hands locked on her rear end. This time they softly climbed up and down. Colleen closed her eyes.
“Yeah… I mean.. I’m under a lot of stress,” she said. God, the feelings were starting to climb up her pussy. How long had it been for them? Three weeks? Longer?
“Always happy to massage your rear end,” Neal said.
“It makes dishes a lot more fun,” Colleen said, and sighed, happily.
* * *
On Wednesday, Colleen crept off during lunch and bought a brand new skirt. It was floral yellow, and tight, with a feminine little zipper up the side. And a new bra, since the existing one was getting tight.
This time, when her colleagues watched the bouncing asses of the new secretaries, she just smiled. It was hard to blame them, after all. The girls had round, padded rear ends, pertly displayed in tight jeans or tiny skirts. Any man would admire them. And would want to come up behind, put their hands around, and rub a hard, insistent cock up against the back entrance.
It was only natural.
Colleen felt like an old woman in her usual black pants. All she could think about was the slippery new thing in her bag. She had spent over twenty minutes just looking at herself in the mirror.
This time her husband met her at the door. She gave him a burning, needy kiss and immediately disappeared into the bathroom.
“Dinner’s getting cold,” he called out, sometime later.
Colleen emerged.
She felt hot, coursing with jets of heat, barely constrained underneath a good-to-go skirt and a rippling white blouse. Neal blinked, uncertain.
“I, ah, cooked ribs,” he said.
During dinner Colleen just sat and tried to listen to her man. What he had done. How the futile job hunt was going. Anything on his mind. Underneath the table her left hand circled on the outside of a wet pair of panties.
Just sitting down was starting to get her hot, putting pressure on the warm button that had climbed into her underwear.
“Is everything okay?” Neal said, finally.
“Oh, yeah!” she said, bobbing her head. Her fingers were starting to dance, now.
“What do you want to do after dinner?” he said. “I was thinking I could maybe light some candles… or…”
“Dishes,” Colleen said, firmly. “I want to do dishes.”
Her knees felt weak even before she stood in front of the sink. Neal waited behind her, scratching his head.
“Are you sure you want to do dishes in that skirt?” he asked. “It’s brand new, right?”
“Don’t you like it?” Colleen said. Her voice dripped sweet sugar. She stuck her rear out, towards him. It outlined every crease and curve in the fabric.
“Well, yeah,” Neal said. “I thought maybe later..”
“Do you want to.. touch it?” Colleen said. “You can stroke it and touch it and have… fun with it. If you want.”
Neal shook his head. “Colleen, what…”
“Come on, Neal,” Colleen said. She couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice. She could feel herself dribbling onto her panties. “Isn’t it a nice ass? Don’t you like your wifie’s tender little butt?”
“Yeah, but..”
“So come on and touch me!”
Her guy put his warm hand on her rear. This time Colleen moaned, thickly, and leaned forwards against the sink. The new fabric caressed and kneaded her tightly toned butt, and her body shook with the sensation. She tried to work on the dish in her hand, but the way she was trembling, it would probably shatter in half.
“Come on, get the skirt out of the way,” she said, casting a hot look backwards.
Soon it was just a belt of fabric around her waist. Colleen shivered when the open air hit her ass, and again when it climbed inside her wet panties. Neal was breathing fast now, getting into the unabashed groping. His hands started to get rough, running over her soft skin.
There was someone moaning, and Colleen realized it was her.
Soon Colleen’s panties were bunched around her ankles, and she was bent over the sink. Her tits nearly hit the water, and everything smelled like soap. Her husband rubbed with one hand just outside her dripping slit, the other hand still running up and down her butt.
Then it disappeared. Colleen looked back just in time to see her man reappear with one of the kitchen chairs.
“What..?” she said, muzzily. Thinking wasn’t easy. Most of her thoughts concentrated on the needy emptiness just inside of her pussy.
“I need a better angle,” Neal explained.
Then his fingers disappeared up her cunt. They searched, found her clit, and plunged in and out.
Colleen’s feet left the floor. She balanced like a top on the side of the counter, screeching as orgasm after orgasm swept through her brain. When it was all over with she oozed down the side of the sink, ass still glowing cherry red, a dripping pile of sensitive girl parts. Her frontside was all wet and soapy.
When she came to the manager realized she was on her knees, her pussy splayed open for her husband to see, on the kitchen floor. He still sat on his chair, eyeing her with concern.
His cock was easy to reach, so Colleen swallowed it and sucked him dry.
* * *
Colleen didn’t make it to work until Thursday afternoon.
She had gone shopping again. She had blown a month’s pay on tight shorts, hip-high miniskirts, and a new array of stockings.
When Colleen could think clearly—which was increasingly rare—she thought of her bubbling ass like it was its own person. It simmered constantly, now. Too-hot breezes would set her off, and the mere thought of her husband’s experienced hands made her shiver.
Sitting down meant that a euphoric buzz of simmering heat emanated from her happy, healthy rear end. Even the slightest pressure would set her off.
Colleen spent most of the staff meeting shifting from one cheek to the next, dribbling into her chair, while around her the boys compared notes as to which secretary was the hottest. The admiring glances they slipped her didn’t hurt, either.
Afterwards the petite brunette had sashayed around the office, in her new, towering heels, and dropped her pen seven or eight times. For practice.
“What’s wrong with me?” she thought later, behind a locked door. Two fingers pumped out a needy, juicy snatch. She couldn’t sit down without igniting an eventual orgasm. Work was a joke. She spent most of her time thinking about Neal’s oozing cock.
One of the secretaries floated past, just outside. Colleen could tell because of the giggling.
Then she glanced at the clock. 3:30. Colleen bolted upright.
“I’ve got to get home!” she thought, suddenly frantic. She had to cook dinner, vacuum, dust, and… she shivered to think… do the dishes.
But she still took the way out of the office that led her past a long row of slavering men.
* * *
A few hours later, Colleen’s boobs were covered in hot, soapy water, barely suspended over the sink. She had braced herself on the side of the counter, and waited happily for Neal to finally push his glistening cockhead inside of her.
“Faster,” she urged, spreading her legs just a little bit wider. She hadn’t known she could stretch that far. Her rear gleamed in the overhead light, a bubble of fun and happiness.
Dinner had been a success. Neal had loved her pot roast. Then she had sat in his lap and cooed as he ate, feeling his rock-hard erection bump into her butt. He had liked the hot pink dress, too, especially the sheer stockings and the easy-access panties.
Neal finally got his cock between her legs. The first uncertain stroke nearly toppled Colleen into the water. Her husband had to grab her tits from behind to keep her steady.
Her husband. Just the thought sent ripples of fun hurdling through her already-fried brain. Maybe that’s why she had such a tender, inviting ass. To make her husband happy. He deserved it, after all. Some of those video games looked pretty hard.
Not only did her pussy glow with the delicious sensation, but the feel of his rough, hairy body slamming into her sensitive ass…
Colleen came. She shrieked to the world, luxuriating in the heat of her own body. She was just a quivering, shivering ass with a girl attached, trying to make her husband happy. Her heels hung off her spasming feet.
* * *
On Friday Colleen tried to stay on her feet.
She stood by the side of her desk and tapped on her laptop. Work had been piling up while she had been lost in a happy haze. E-mails were becoming increasingly urgent.
Her boss had corralled her in the hallway and demanded a little order. Colleen had just stared at him. Her ass had been pushed up against the wall, and it was all she could do not to grind it into the plaster. She wore a slinky yellow dress, beaded with turquoise, that wrapped around her hips. Plus two sexy stockings. She looked like a lost call girl, wandering around an office building.
Her tits were starting to feel heavy and hot, same as her pulsating rear. She had cupped them in the bathroom, and that warm glow had pricked through her head.
“What’s wrong with me?” she sighed, trying to make sense of the past week. So many orgasms, so much time spent dripping onto changing room carpets.
To type standing up she had to bend over. A man could come in, any man, see her wanton, shaking ass, and…
Colleen had tried google, but “sexy ass hot feels good feels fun orgasms” had not produced anything useful.
Colleen checked her watch. It was 1:36 in the afternoon. How could she have left her husband alone for so long? She ambled to the parking lot, climbed into the car.
The seat beneath her grew wet and sticky.
* * *
“More… more…” Colleen screamed.
That was another nice thing about doggy-style. She didn’t yell in her man’s ear. He had both hands braced against her beautiful, shimmering ass, and that long, thrusting dick was somewhere inside of her. He had come after about two dozen condom-less strokes, and she had squeezed everything into her snatch.
Then she had coaxed out another round.
Colleen wondered, between flashes of pleasure, how she could’ve been so blind. Her body was telling her: stay at home, get fucked, please your man. And what better way then presenting him with a baby boy or girl?
She was stuffed so full, bits of juices kept dripping onto the carpet. Her knees burned with friction burns. Colleen scarcely cared.
On the way home she had called and quit her job. Maybe she could call back and get Jennifer’s. If that’s what Neal wanted.
In her head she wondered just what she could make her husband for dinner.
And how many dishes she could use.

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Sex with my cousin pt 3

Hi everyone, hope this story is a bit longer, let me know in the comments if you want it a bit longer next time or of any other improvements I can make. Also let me know of what topics/developments in the story I should include. By the way I was thinking I would possibly include some gay aspects to the story and would love to have your input, but don’t worry if your not into that as I would make sure that you can skip that chapter and still be able to follow along with the story, as I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Anyway just let me know in the comments and enjoy.
Part 3
I got up and kissed her again and asked her if she wanted to come and get a shower with me, so we both got to our feet and looking towards the door, froze in shock as we saw my brother Joe. “What the fuck are you two doing”, Joe asked, looking from me to Mary and back to me, but no answer came, we were just in a state of shock. “Well someone had better start talking or Mom and Dad are going to be hearing all about your little escapades with each other.” Having heard the mention of Mom and Dad being told, suddenly piped up saying, ” Please don’t we’ve never done this before and we promise not to do it again, we were just experimenting.” This seemed to resonate with Joe as he took a few seconds to respond, but he soon asked, “How did you even find out about sex, I didn’t even find out until about a year ago.” Mary decided it was time for her to help by saying, “It was my fault, I saw you and Suzy doing it in the bedroom and Tim saw me, so I persuaded him to help me find out what sex was and … well you know the rest.” At the mention of Mary and me seeing him having sex, Joe blushed and turned away from us slightly.
“So”, Joe said, wanting to move the conversation away from him having sex, “what have you two done then?” “Well, we’ve done everything, Mary sucked my willy, I licked her pussy and I guess you saw the rest.” After saying this, Joe started to chuckle. “What are you laughing at”, Mary asked. “Nothing, it’s just that you two haven’t really done anything in the grand scheme of things, there is so much that you are missing out on.” “Like?” I asked incredulously, “Hmmm anal, yes anal, you have not had real sex until you have tried anal.” At this I looked at Mary who seemed to be as bemused as me, before looking back at Joe and asked, “What’s anal, I have never heard of it.” Joe chuckled again before saying ” Ok, I’ll tell you, but only if you, but under two conditions, one; you will not, I repeat not tell anyone about this, not Mom, not Suzy, no one and two; you two will do exactly as I say, got it?” “Yes,” me and Mary chirped back in unison.
“Well then”, Joe said, beginning to take his clothes off, “let’s get started, oh and Tim go into Mom and Dads bathroom and grab a bottle in the cabinet saying ky jelly.” With that and the excitement of continuing my sexual discovery, I ran into the bathroom, grabbed the bottle and hurried back into the bedroom in time to see my brother lying on the bed with his rock hard, 6 inch cock, sticking out. I walked over to him and handed him the bottle. He then proceeded to remove some of the jell from the bottle and rub his cock with it. “Now, what I want you to do is to this, Tim if you go and lick Mary’s ass hole like you did with her pussy, making sure you lick inside it a bit and then if you come over here Mary.” So without hesitation, I got on my knees behind Mary, spread her ass cheeks and tentatively stuck my tongue out until it touched her tightly puckered hole. After which I began to encircle it and then put pressure on the centre of her hole, which eventually loosened, allowing my tongue slowly into her. The taste was once again very different, a strange musky taste, which was certainly like nothing I had ever tasted before.
However, before I could get a better idea, Joe interrupted me saying, “That’s enough Tim, now Mary if you come over here and get on top of me with your ass just above my cock and slowly lower yourself down, I’ll do the rest.” With that I got up from my position and went to sit down on the chair, Mary walked over to Joe and got on the bed as he said and as she lowered herself down onto him, Joe took his cock in his hands and guided it so that it was in line with Mary’s ass hole. Then as soon as Joes cock entered Mary, she let out a gasp. Then she fell silent and slowly but surely continued to ease herself down onto his cock, until after a few moments, when she came to rest, sitting on Joe, with his whole length inside her ass. The Joe said, “Now Mary, what I want you to to is to bounce up and down, slowly at first, but eventually picking up speed, ok.” So Mary nodded and gradually pulled up off of Joe, gasping again as she did, then when she was almost done, she lowered herself back down and then repeating the process again, getting faster with every thrust. It must have been after ten minutes or so, that I saw Joes face start to contort, until he eventually gasped, which in turn, caused Mary to gasp as I guessed, her ass was filled with the same white fluid that came out of my cock.
As Mary and Joe came down from their pleasure, Mary got up off of Joe letting his cock drop out of her ass along with a few drops of the fluid. She then bent down and began to suck the fluid off of Joes cock, I then asked Joe, “hey what is that white stuff that comes out of our cocks?” “Well that is cum”, Joe said, as Mary removed her mouth from his cock, “so Tim I guess it’s your turn to try anal.” My heart all of a sudden began to pound as I walked towards the bed and lied down, Mary then proceeded to get on top of me and then take my cock in her hand and guide it towards her ass hole, once again as I penetrated her, she gasped and I began to get this weird sensation as fluid swirled around my cock, which I was guessing was my brothers cum. I did in some was prefer this to normal sex however, as it was much tighter around my cock. After a few minutes of Mary bouncing up and down on my cock, which was faster than she had done with my brother, I began to get the familiar sensation of when I was about to cum and then in a moment, I was once again catapulted to that same sheer ecstasy that I had felt many times before.
Once again, after I came down, Mary removed my cock from her ass and took it in my mouth, sucking all of the cum off it which was amazing, as my cock seemed to be extra sensitive. Then just as she pulled away, I don’t know why I did it, but I pushed her onto her back and putting my tongue to her ass hole, began to lick it and suck out my and my brothers cum which was once again a strange flavour as my cum was quite salty, my brothers was, by a process of deduction, quite sweet and all of that supplemented by the musky flavour of Mary’s ass. After some time I realised that there was a clapping sound coming from where my brother was sitting and sure enough, there he was clapping, with a massive grin on his face, “well bravo, you two what a good show. So, what should we do next?”
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Owned family – CH1: The Offer

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Owned family
CH1 – The Offer
“Should we even go to their housewarming, we might not even be here a month from now?’ My wife, Laura, called from the bathroom where she was getting dressed.
“Of course we should.” I hollered back as I finished buttoning up my shirt. I was just as unsure about the future as she was, but I had to be strong for the both of us.
“Have you met the Robins’?” She replied back after a few moments.
“No, unless you count watching their BMW come home late at night.”
Laura walked into the bedroom, “Let’s go have some fun tonight.”
We idly chatted as we walked next door. By the sound of socializing and laughter I guessed the party was already doing well. I rang the doorbell. I was a bit taken back when a very dark skinned black man opened the door and greeted us, “Welcome. Come on in. I’m Tyrone Robins, my friends call me Ty.” He motioned towards a fairly short rotund black woman socializing with a couple of our neighbors, “That’s my wife Sadie.”
I was amazed at how powerful and large his hand was when he offered it to shake. I shook his hand, “We are the Millers. I’m James and this is my wife Laura.” Laura offered the small housewarming gift in lieu of the handshake.
Ty ushered us in as another couple of neighbors approached the porch. As I roamed the front room to find out who was already here I couldn’t help but notice how large of a man Ty was. He was well over six foot tall, and by how his clothes clung to him I would guess he worked out daily. His wife was just the opposite, barely five foot tall and had to be pushing 300 pounds. She did have a huge set of tits that her low cut blouse showed off.
The evening was just what I needed. I got to relax and forget about the worries of the impending foreclosure of my home. Ty and Sadie were wonderful hosts. They had a full buffet laid out for guests that looked like it was professionally prepared. As the evening was slowing down and neighbors were taking their leave Ty pulled me aside, “James, if you don’t mind I would like you to stay after all the guests have left, I have a business proposition for you.”
I thought it a bit off but agreed. I informed my wife of Ty’s request. She said she would catch me at home and left. It took about another hour before Ty, Sadie and I were by ourselves. Ty invited me into his study, closing the door behind us leaving Sadie to clean up. He offered me a Scotch, which I accepted. I took a seat on the couch as he leaned against his desk.
“I overheard you talking with Donaldson that you use to be an investment banker before the downturn.” I nodded my head as Ty continued, “I also heard you’re having financial troubles. I am willing to help you out if you consider a proposal.”
I took a swig of the scotch, “Go on.”
“Well, I train slaves.” I about chocked on Ty’s bluntness, “White slaves to be exact, and I think your family might be perfect for my new project.”
I stood up, took the last swig of scotch and said, “I’m not really into this, thanks but no.” I then started to head toward the door.
Before I could make it two steps Ty had moved up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, “All I ask is that you hear me out.”
I turned and looked up at him, “Get to the point then.”
“I can do that.” He walked behind his desk, unlocked a drawer, and pulled out a stack of bound bills. “Here is ten thousand dollars, it is yours if you honestly consider my offer, talk with your wife about it and do a favor for me.”
Ten thousand dollars would be enough to give me some breathing room and get the bills and mortgage current. “What’s the offer.”
“I want new sex slaves and your family is perfect. I would own you and do with you as I please. You could always walk away at anytime but I have never had a slave take up that offer. I will show you and your family things you never knew you would enjoy. When you wouldn’t be fulfilling your slave duties you would be taking care of my personal investments. I would hire you at double what you were making working for the bank. On paper you would be my financial adviser, in reality you would be servicing me and my family.”
That’s a hell of a deal. I don’t think anyone in their right mind wouldn’t consider it. Ty could see me mulling it around, he continued to press, “Like I said, you walk away when you want, we would negotiate the finer details when you and your wife agree that this is something you want.”
“And I get the ten thousand for just considering it, talking with my wife about it and doing you a favor.”
“You got it. Consider it an interview bonus.”
“Deal.” I moved next to Ty and started to reach for the stack of cash.
Ty grabbed my wrist before I could get to the money, “First, the favor. I want to test out the merchandise I’m buying, so to speak.” I was a bit confused as to what exactly he wanted.
He released my wrist only to lay his hand on my shoulder. Ty had this hungry look in his eye, almost like a predator sizing up his prey. The hand on my shoulder started to apply pressure, pushing me downward. Once I realized he wanted me on my knees I submitted to his force. I looked up at him feeling even smaller than I was. We stared into each others eyes for a moment until movement caught my eye and I looked away. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge growing in Ty’s slacks, he was flexing his penis and that was the movement I had caught. I looked back up at his dark face, “Unzip me.” I couldn’t believe he had just said that.
I looked to his crotch and back at his face, “What?”
“I said, unzip me. Then fish out my cock.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going to lead and I was getting nervous. My eyes bounced from his bulge to his face to the money and back to the bulge. My shaking hand seemed to move of its own accord to the zipper of his slacks. I grabbed the tab and slowly pulled the zipper open. It was starting to feel like a dream, like I wasn’t in control of my own body. I slid my hand into the opening to find a warm hunk of flesh. My hand closed around it and I could tell he was a big man, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. I pulled his dick out the opening. It bobbed in front of me confirming that he was far larger than me.
“Suck it.” Ty’s command was straight and to the point.
“I’m not gay.” I replied.
I couldn’t look away from his dark monster of a dick. Ty spoke softly, “For ten thousand dollars I’m sure you’ll suck a cock, plus your faggot dick says otherwise.” It was then that I realized that I was rock hard. Ty grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his cock. “Now suck my dick, bitch.” This time he was forceful with his words. My lips parted and I took his manhood into my mouth as he forced my head upon it. The sensation was unreal; warm and hard; yet it had a softness to it.
My mind was racing trying to understand. Understand how I was sucking my first cock. Understand how I came to submit to this black stranger. Understand why I was liking what he was doing to me. Understand what this might mean for my marriage.
My body was acting without me thinking. I realized that Ty had released my head and I was trying to get as much of Ty’s black cock in my mouth as possible. My hand was assisting with what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. Saliva was running down my chin as I bobbed up and down.
Ty’s voice broke my trance, “You are a natural cocksucker. I think you might be well worth what I’m paying you.”
Ty grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced me to speed up my pace. I couldn’t keep up and let him fuck my mouth. He pulled my face away from his wonderful dick and stroked himself with his free hand. I’d seen enough porns to know what was about to happen next. Ty half grunted, half yelled as his hot seed erupted at me. Two, three, four ropes landed on my face with the rest finding its way to my shirt.
We were both silent and still for what seemed like an eternity. I was stunned at what I was just forced to do. I felt so humiliated having sucked a black mans cock and being turned on by it. Then I realized I needed to get out of there before he did anything else to me.
As I was reaching up to wipe it off my face with my sleeve Ty barked, “No! Leave it slut. I want you to show your wife that I marked my territory.” The cum had gone cold and made my face feel funny, but I ignored it. Ty put the cash in a small duffel bag and handed it to me. He walked me to the door in silence. We passed by Sadie who smiled at me on the way out.
Once the door was open Ty spoke, “Why don’t we have diner at your place tomorrow. Just you me and your wife. By then I expect the two of you will have made your decision and we can work out the details.”
I was about to ask what if we decided not to take his offer but Ty closed the door ending any debate or conversation we might have had.
The cool evening breeze made the cum on my face even colder. I was glad it was late and none of the neighborhood moms were out jogging. On the short walk home I kept trying to figure out how I was going explain all of this to Laura. By the time I reach my front door I was still at a lack for ideas.
The house was mostly dark, light from the TV flickered through an archway. I passed by the entertainment room, by the sound of it Melissa was watching Repo Man again. Mel, as she liked to be called, heard my entrance to he house and yelled over the TV, “Have fun tonight James.” Melissa was sixteen and was going through a rebellious emo phase. She hadn’t called me dad or daddy in a couple years.
Her question was simple enough, but a moment of fear that she might know what happened made me stumble on my words, “Ummm, ahhh, yeah, yeah I had a good time. Ty errr Mr. Robins and his wife are nice people.” I wasn’t sure if there was enough light from the TV to allow Melissa to seen the slime on my face and I didn’t stay around long enough to find out.
I quickly made my way upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was closed but light was coming from under it. I paused at the door for a moment and tried to calmed myself. I reached out and turned the handle, my heart was racing in my chest. Laura was in her night gown reading in the bed.
She looked up at me from her magazine as I entered.
“What did Tyrone want to talk with you about?” Laura said as I approached the bed. Before I could answer she asked a second one, “What do you have all over your face, and your shirt?”
I sat on the edge of the bed facing her, “Ty has a job offer he wants me to talk with you about. And its, umm, its umm, “ I looked down at the splotches of liquid on my shirt trying to summon the courage to answer her second question.
“Is it, cum?”Laura asked hesitantly. I nodded my head in affirmation. “Why do you have cum on your face? Is it yours?” She paused a moment in realization, “Its Ty’s, isn’t it?” I nodded again, “James, what is going on, what happened after I left?”
I explained to her, in detail, about Ty’s desire to own us, to have me manage his money, the ten thousand dollars, what he wanted to pay me, and me sucking off his cock. I got hard remembering the feeling of having Ty force himself on me. Laura was quiet while I explained everything. The whole time I didn’t look at her in fear of rejection. When I was done with my story I forced myself to look at her.
She reached forward grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled me into a passionate kiss. It had been years since we kissed like that. Our tongues explored each others mouths while our hands pulled and tugged at the others clothes discarding them in a pile on the floor.
I maneuvered us so I was on top. I grabbed my dick and slid it into my wife. She was hotter and wetter than I could remember her ever being. Her pussy grabbed me, pulled me. We continued to make out while I thrust into her over and over.
Between making out with my wife and being aroused from sucking off Ty, I wasn’t able to last long. Within a couple minute I exploded into Laura’s silky pussy. She moaned in exasperation, I knew I had disappointed her by not being able to last longer, “Honey, I’m sorry with all of what happened tonight I could help it.” I tried to explain as my dick was shrinking inside her.
“It’s okay, I understand. But I’m still really horny, would you mind going down on me and finishing me off?” She consoled meas she brushed her hand along my cheek.
“But I didn’t wear a condom.”
“Please.” Laura used her best puppy face and I caved in.
I lowered myself down to her glistening pussy. It had some of my cum leaking out of it. Laura gently guided my head to her pussy and then started grinding her sex on my face. I did my best to please her. The taste of her and I mixed was better than I expected. After the first few licks I didn’t even notice anymore.
Laura eventually pulled me back up with a smile on her face, “Thank you darling. I needed that.”
We cuddled each other in silence that was eventually broken by Laura, “I think we should try it.” I looked at her quizzically. “Ty’s offer,” she continued, “you would be making almost two hundred and fifty thousand a year, and it might be fun.”
I was surprised at Laura’s response to the offer. But the prospect of the unknown excited me in more ways than one. I smiled at her, “What are you going to make for dinner for Ty?”

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