Extending the MILF List Ch. 06

"Of course she sucks cock. She's been sucking me off every morning."

Sean gaped but the rest of us laughed. That was so unlike Brent it made us all laugh.

"So?" He asked. "What do we do?"

I had an idea. "This could be fun. Landon, the girls are all hooked up upstairs?"

"I didn't think that would be necessary..." He looked abashed. "They, they are in Annie's room chattering."

Fuck me but he had it bad. I was a little shocked but it was difficult to be complacent since for all I know he caught it from me. I patted the air to say it was fine and went upstairs.

I stopped at the first closed door and tapped lightly and opened it.

The scene I walked in on defies description, but I'll try. The women had gotten bored and decided to amuse themselves. Together. Annie was shackled to the guest bed, a faux wrought-iron thing that rattled with the cuffs as she writhed on the bed. When I opened the door, she was moaning as Kyla ate her and Darlene sucked on her bare tits.

"God, ladies, starting without us?" I asked.

Darlene looked up at me, her face a mask. Kyla and Annie seemed to be in their own little worlds, utterly unaware of my arrival.

I checked to see if I was there with a little pinch. "Come now, we need to get your voting boxes into the other rooms so we can vote in private."

Darlene almost smiled. She got off the bed and left the room as quickly as she could, not speaking a word. Kyla continued to lick and suck between Annie's legs. Annie's skirt, short, tight, and white was pushed up Annie's spread legs so it bunched around her waist. Kyla continued to lick and kiss loudly, pushing her tongue into the Chinese pussy. Annie squirmed, her arms shackled wide so she had little room to maneuver, a position that trapped her under Kyla's voracious mouth. Annie did not seem to be trying too hard to escape.

I watched for a few moments, puzzling out my options. Annie suddenly bucked and squeaked, her body thrashed, ramming her pussy up against Kyla's face. Kyla had encircled her legs with her arms and held on as the woman came.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Annie grunted as her climax broke over her. After an extended bout of bucking, her body gradually relaxed and she lay, head turned away from me, panting and twitching with the pleasurable aftershocks of her orgasm.

I took that moment to intervene. I looped an arm around Kyla's waist. I felt all intent flow out of her and she went limp. I had to carry her down the hall to the master bedroom. She grunted as I staggered along, dragging her limp feet between my legs the whole way, bent over with an arm looped around her tummy; a very awkward way to carry her. I found Darlene standing by the bed when I arrived. I deposited Kyla on the bed, face down. She did not move.

Without a word Darlene picked up the cuffs on the bed. She smiled a little. Together we rolled the limp woman onto her back. They were both dressed as they had been when they arrived back from shopping. Darlene handed me the other cuffs and I moved around the bed and secured Kyla's other arm. Darlene studied me. I could see she was confident of her private polling as she fastened it to Kyla's wrist. Kyla's eyes opened and looked back and forth between us.

I didn't know what Darlene was thinking but when I nodded she smiled, moving smoothly down the bed to lift the front of Kyla's dress out of the way. She ran her hands up the woman's legs. Kyla cooed. Darlene's hand got to the string of her thong and pulled it down. Kyla lifted her plush hips, allowing Darlene to expose her dewy pussy. I just watched. Once Darlene had the thong off, she bent over Kyla's leg and touched her pussy, stroking her.

Clearly this had become a thing because Kyla swooned and crooned, sinking into a guttural moan when the younger woman kissed her pursed pussy lips. Darlene looked up at me and my cock. "Turn about is fair play, right?" She whispered and put her mouth to Kyla's pussy. After only a moment, she pulled back. Kyla's eyes opened and she moaned.

Realizing that Norma might be arriving soon, I thought it better to gag Kyla, which she did not like but could hardly resist. Darlene watched and when I was done, led me to another bedroom. She lay down, confident and compliant, taking cuffs and gag as though the voting was rigged. When I left her bikinis in place, she whimpered to get my attention then tried to object through the gag as I left the room.

I returned to the other bedroom and Annie Kingston.

The bed was empty The room was elegant chic. A white bedspread, king-sized bed with overlong pillows tucked onto the head of it. The disarray now straightened as though the last scene I had witnessed there was my imagination. The outside wall shone with daylight on the ceiling-to-floor curtains. The handcuffs lay on the bed.

My first thought was that Annie had hidden talents and had escaped. I picked them up, examining them for the little releases. The curtains rippled. Annie was standing in the seam between them gazing out the window. She turned to look at me. When she spoke, I thought I was hearing things. Her voice, the pidgin I had associated with Annie was suddenly transformed into a clipped English accent of some sort. I can't tell Oxfordshire from Devonshire any more than I can tell Georgian drawl from Louisiana Cajun. I knew it was English, though, British English.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Duncan. My name is Chen An Li but I changed it to Mai Li Ting when I moved to the US." The voice seemed so different, so utterly transformed, I was struck dumb and motionless. "Annie echoes my former self, my other name in China, An Li." She gestured. "Sit down. Please. Close the door." She had not turned from the window so I was still inclined to think I was hearing things. My cock, hard in anticipation of a little piece of Annie wilted and suddenly my heart hammered in my head like a drum.

When I did not move or speak or close the door, Mrs. Kingston turned around. The woman was elegant and graceful and dignified, despite her tramp's outfit. Her eyes twinkled. "Sid tells me you have collected a down payment from our man Bickerstaff. Mashed his wife up finely, yes? Good. Good." The tight, white mini skirt was back in place, hugging her ass and upper thighs, a convention that covered little. Her breasts appeared tucked tightly into the midriff top, white as well, made all the more brilliant by her waves of black hair. She had straightened it so the kinky coils were gone.

I struggled to comprehend what I was hearing but more to the point, if my cock was going to get detached from my body; a thought that made it shrink still further. Despite that thought, Annie's appearance countered the sensation somewhat. The little midriff shirt made her tits look huge on her little body.

"Sid told me I needed to tell you some of our truth. He trusts you, Sonny. I am not sure why but he does. He likes you. I like you." A western woman would have smiled to emphasize or validate that statement. Annie's face did not change, so it made me shiver as some mysteries do. "He told me I needed to reassure you that I would pay my debt to you. This year. He told me about the apartment. He is signing it over to you for a simple reason. He promised you my niece. She will need a place to live while you own her. He wants you to use that place while she is here."

"Your niece?" I rasped.

Annie nodded. She approached the bed and sat down, carefully, twisting to look at me over her suddenly elegant shoulder, made so by her carriage and manner, in contrast to the actual style of her clothing. The short skirt did not let her widen her legs without it slipping entirely up to her waist. The white of the room and her outfit made her tousled black hair seem ink black, like a hole in the world. She got up and came around the big bed and sat on the side, facing me. "Come in. Please Close the door. We need to talk."

"Mrs. Kingston..." I was searching for an appropriate apology because something about the graceful, elegant woman demanded absolution for how I had treated her. This woman shimmered, seeming like royalty not cock slut. One of the lessons of life, most people are capable of polar opposite behaviors and choose to not express them both to the same person very often. This was a unique and disquieting experience.

She gestured at the door.

I closed it and sidled along the wall to a straight-backed chair and sat down. Annie leaned forward. "Let me tell you my story. Just a little, then I will go back to the woman who loves to fuck you. I do love what you have done to me." She smiled but looked uncomfortable. "With me. There is no mistake about that. You can relax. You have done what I wanted and been what I needed when I needed it. You and others have asked what the wife of a billionaire like Sid Kingston was doing in an upper middle class neighborhood. I wanted it. I needed something so different...but let me tell you my story."

She did.

I sat in an arm chair to listen.

Annie was born into a good family in China, a girl in a land of single children where the male was treasured both by tradition and as a practical reality. A couple who had a male would be assured they would be cared for in their old age. In a society without social supports, old age was attended by the children or in the case of modern China, the child. Tradition dictated that when a girl married a man, she went to live with his family, his mother and his father. She became their caretaker even as they aided her in raising her child. Thus, Annie was a second class citizen. Even though her family was well respected, her value to the family would be mainly in her marriage.

She proved intelligent and went to college. There, she was seduced. Through a series of romantic accidents, she came to the bed of a far richer, far more influential Chinese man, older than she and she became his mistress. He doted on her, teaching her sex but also the ways of his world. After two years, he secured for her passage to Britain where she took an economics degree. He visited her often and encouraged her to pursue a doctorate, which she did successfully. On the eve of her return to China and the departure from England, he visited her. Thinking they would engage in a final copulation in their foreign context, she was shocked to find him cold and distant.

They went to a pub and he explained to her his situation and what was now expected of her. He had a son, sixteen, who would soon be ready to marry. He expected her to marry his son. He explained to her his life. He married a woman who proved unable to bear children. His wife was practical and hard and sought to gain a child for him. She requisitioned mistresses over and over till one bore him a son. His wife then took the child as her own, not by adoption but by falsifying the birth documents, naming herself as the mother. By then, he had three daughters by other mistresses. His wife took the male child and raised him as her own.

The man, however, was in the habit of taking mistresses and the wife was in the habit of him spending his time and energies with other women. He continued to take mistresses and he had several more daughters with them. Annie was one of his mistresses. In fact, he had several in addition to her. He was a gentle, solicitous man and she had come to regard him highly, which was not to say with "love" since that was an expensive endeavor in modern China.

He explained to Annie that he tired of every woman but not of Annie. The equilibrium in his own marriage derived from the surety that each sexual relationship was a dalliance but he would always come home to his wife. She, his wife, in turn devoted herself utterly to the boy and spoiled him. Not merely spoliation in the sense that she indulged him everything in every way out of the wealth the man managed to accumulate, but she spoiled him in character and understanding, virtually robbing him of his manhood. He was utterly incompetent to deal with the wider world, and thus incompetent to take over the task of running his father's affairs.

By the time Annie and her lover were having this conversation, the man was in despair. He knew that if he tried to hand his wide-spread enterprises over to his son, the boy would destroy them in short order. He dreaded the time when his son arrived at maturity and would begin to desire some participation in his father's businesses. It meant disaster, the man thought he saw it clearly and so he did.

He presented Annie with the option to marry this much younger man, when he turned eighteen, young in China since men tended not to marry till they were twenty-four or more for more or less economic reasons. She understood that in marrying the boy, she would get to remain mistress to his father and the man did not dissuade her of that conviction. With her acquiescence, they returned to China and proceeded to arrange the marriage. It took some doing on his part but he finally arranged with her father and his wife for the boy to become engaged to Annie.

She was directed to seduce him as soon as possible and she did, finding him a virgin and shy. He was as forceless as his father was forceful; as weak as the father was strong. Annie, she told me, convinced herself that she would have her cake and eat it too. She was sure she would have a child and the child would be that of her lover and father-in-law, not her weak-minded husband.

On the eve of her marriage, the man came to her room and told her he was giving his son over to her care. He would depend on her to guard him and keep him. This, Annie indicated, meant that she would take over all the management of the family business without having any of the reputation of doing so. The boy was a fool, through little fault of his own, unable to fight off the cloying influence of his mother, it was a miracle he did not end up a profligate or gay, as things go. The man informed Annie that their physical relationship was at an end. His son must be her only lover.

For seven years, she lived brokenhearted, not her word but the label I put on the life she described. The elder man fell ill when she was twenty-nine and died when she was thirty-two. She nursed him down through the seven circles of the hell of cancer. Before he died, he charged her with the need to protect his son.

The son, however, had gained some strength together with a nascent resentment of Annie. She was thirty-two when this began to happen. When the elder man lost his health the son took over the business. Within months, he had been seduced by the Black Hand (the Chinese expression for Mafia) and the business was in danger of being swallowed up by a corrupt man and his syndicate. Annie discovered it and fought to save the business and her husband. She kept the reality from her lover till he died.

When he was gone, the Black Hand immediately made a move to take over the family business. Annie had sought alternatives and had happened upon Sid Kingston. His fortune and his ability to leave the country allowed them to convert the family business over to his control, using her proxy. With difficulty, they succeeded in saving the business and rendering her husband useless. He rebelled, resenting Annie.

At this point I had to point out that her story hardly resembled Sid's story. She smiled then and nodded. "You westerners make up stories to explain what happens to you in China. Our reality, as you see, can be much different. You are a rare person, to hear both sides of the same story from both the western and the Chinese point of view." She moved further onto the bed, leaning back on her hands which served to pull her shirt up nearly to the bottom of her breasts.

"I tell you this for a reason. First, I wanted you to know I am no low-class Chinese woman. I am educated. And capable, or was once. When I came here, I was devastated, at the edge of sanity, in fear of my life from the black hand. When you showed me your lust for Mrs. Wills, I had been three years here, isolated but safe. I lived in obscurity, away from the reach of the Black Hand while Sid managed our affairs in China. His marriage to me protected me. I just wanted out of it all. I wanted to come here and be an American but unfortunately, I never could master the American accent and I did not want to be English so I reverted to the pidgin you have heard from me. That makes me sound stupid to Americans but Sid knew better and now you do." She looked away from me, at the windows. "He told me to tell you, to show you who I am."

By this time I had lost track of what she was talking about. My cock had deflated into utter disinterest and I was thinking about the football game. The main sign that I am not a complete cad was that I was still awake and listening, but I just could not quite fathom why she was telling me all this when I was supposed to be fucking her. I confess I felt put upon.

Annie stood up and walked over to me, she bent and put her hands on my knees, pressing them wide. She knelt and looked at me from her knees. I felt nervous, like I had no right to what I had once claimed easily. Knowing this was a brilliant woman masquerading as a ding-a-ling did me little good.

"Mr. Duncan, I understand that you will be unable to look at me the same again. I apologize. You should not need to. I have enjoyed being the slut to you and your friends. If that is at an end, I have no regrets and may even regret that it is ending."

Her fingers crept up my thighs. My cock noticed. It was "up periscope" despite my mental numbness.

"I am telling you this because my niece, Jillian, she has dropped out of college. I was waiting to turn her over to you till after this semester, but now, it seems, she will be available to you. You see, I incurred a debt to you when my husband forgave you and surrendered me to your good graces. The penalty I incurred was stepping out on Sid without his knowledge. I was both ashamed and defiant. I..." she bowed her head, brushing my hardening cock with her forehead, her black hair sweeping over of my legs. "I found a thrill I thought I had lost in my life. I was...so...so amazed and enthralled, I was risking everything to have the feeling of being alive again. You, you gave that to me, perverted little twist that you are. In your perversion, I found release from the crushing sadness and perversion of my own life. You gave me pleasure and I was willing to risk everything to have that, to keep that." She looked up at me.

"I still am. Now, now I must pay that debt. I pay my debts. When Sid discussed this apartment, the situation Bickerstaff and Kline are in with it and his options, he suggested he turn it over to you and you could keep Jillian there. Our presumption is that you will not care to have her living at home with you and your sisters."

Her fingers toyed with my cock, the zipper actually but my cock behind it was the focus, of my attention at least. When Anne pulled the zipper gently down the shaft of my cock, the tickle seemed to rattle me clear up into my eyebrows. I cleared my throat. "I, ah, I don't understand what you are saying about your niece and me, Mrs. Kingston. I hardly think you mean what you are saying. I cannot own anyone, really. A couple women have said I can own them but what they mean is that if I can continue to make them come, I can continue to make them come. There is a contingency I must live up to. I, uh, I presume you mean something different."

She was unbuckling my belt. She studied my slacks and finally unhooked them, opening them. She pressed her palm against my hard cock. She licked her lips. Annie was back. Mai Li Ting, Anne Kingston, that woman had been speaking but now, now Annie for whom we named airtight "the Annie" was back. Her little hands trembled as they rubbed my now fully inflated cock. Reluctantly she lifted her eyes to look at me, but she kept her hand on my cock, holding it tight with her little fingers. "Sonny, we mean that you get my niece for a year. You can do with her as you like. Whatever you want, she will be required to do."