Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

"I'll take you if you will let them watch." I said softly, feeling the zing of an audience run through me. Had I found my thing? Did I like an appreciative audience? I'd never thought of myself as having a "thing" when it came to fucking. I always considered myself the beggar who was never the chooser but that seems to have changed, rather radically. Still, I was the UN of fucking, everyone was welcome and I rather enjoyed the variety of cultural differences, kept me on my toes.

Holly nodded, stepped to me, took the chain out of my and opened the door. She walked out into the other room. I stood still, a little confused. I knew I needed to pick up the Travers women but this seemed like a peak moment for Holly and after less than week, it seemed miraculous. I couldn't fuck it up now by worrying about a schedule. I did though, but I had time, time to fuck her while Ellen and Melissa watched. I shook my head, thinking I'd found a personal dictum, always make time to fuck a horny woman. This bit of wisdom has been brought to you by Sonny Duncan...

The three women trooped into the room and Holly crawled onto the bed. Then she got off and began to undress. We all watched until she was buck naked. She crawled onto the bed and lay down, parting her thighs and stretching her arms out over her head in that fine pose of sexual surrender, the one that said, Here am I, take me! She flung the leash out to the side and stared up at me, waiting.

I shook myself out of my trance, duly induced by the sight of this woman making her very human sacrifice to me. I slowly undressed, finally feeling fully awake. Melissa and Ellen, as though sensing the moment, moved to opposite sides of the bed. I closed my mind to them and focused on Holly. She lay still, waiting, barely breathing, watching while I stripped down. I felt Ellen's eyes on me but didn't look away from Holly. I felt her need, her mounting desire, the swelling lust emanating from her, directed and focused at me.

Naked, I crawled onto the bed, then over her. The chain lay to the right of her, my right. Her left hand drifted down, picked up the end of the silver chain and tucked it into my hand, then stretched out over her head again. She shivered, making her breasts quiver. I stood on all fours over her, inspecting her body. For the first time in six days, I really saw her, even while she was being handled at the orgy, I didn't see her as I did in that moment. She was a gorgeous, sexual, alluring woman and here she lay, waiting for me to mount her, to use her for my pleasure, and hers. She wanted me, she desired to have me thrust into her body, grunting with my own, narcissistic pleasure taken directly from the use of her body.

I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She kissed me back, closing her eyes. Her body felt hot below me, glowing with her lurid heat. I lowered my chest until her tits brushed against me, nipples and then more of their plushness. She giggled a little and rocked back and forth from one shoulder to the other, scrapping her nipples across my bare chest. Otherwise, she didn't move, didn't shift at all, just her shoulders raking her tits against me.

I had my knees planted outside her thighs. I bent to suck her left breast, while lifting a knee and pushing her left leg wide. She splayed it far to her left. I lifted my left knee and her right leg moved under it, without any touch from me. She opened below me like bomb bay doors. I felt a rush of bracing sensation thrilling up under me. I lowered my hips, poking her with my cock. I wriggled my hips around, writing nonsense on the skin of her abdomen with my mighty pen, ready to sheathe my sword in her and thus intermix our metaphors in the most pleasurable way, dipping my sword into her ink, putting my mighty pen into her sheathe.

I felt the damp lushness of her pussy. My cock dragged around it, tripping over the pliant ridges of it before finding purchase between her nether lips. She hissed and her hips rocked up. I felt the heat from her pussy, rising around my cock like steam. I pushed. She shifted, shaking her ass until we fit together. I sank into her. She was oily and soft, slick and accepting. She felt holy and sacred and I was penetrating her to the core of her being. She groaned as I rooted my cock far inside her body. I was in her. Our metaphors blended completely and wonderfully.

I lifted my head from her breast. Her eyes opened, fixing on me.

"I'm yours, Sonny." She whispered.

I must have that listed somewhere. Tell me, "I'm yours, Sonny" and I'll do anything for you. Every woman seemed eager to say those words and without exception, I responded positively. Maybe I am consistent.

I lifted my hips and thrust down into her, grinding us together. She gasped. Her hips rose around me. Her knees clasped against me, they fell open as I descended deep into her body again. I pierced her hard and fast, thrusting into her with increasing tempo, grinding at the bottom and hesitating at the top. At the top, I left the head of my hard cock right at her entrance, giving her a delicious moment to nibble at me, gesturing to me to come round again, to penetrate her all over again.

When I did, her hips rose up to meet me and then settled down as I bore her back to the mattress, pushing into her and then letting my weight pin her to the bed. She gasped as the pleasure rose in her. I sought and found a steady rhythm, up and down, in and out, I used the same set of prepositions over and over with increasingly intense effect. She began to pant. Fuck the thesaurus. In and out was perfectly adequate.

"Oh god, Sonny, fuck me! It's been so long, I wanted you for so long!"

She made it sound like this was a lifetime coming and not six days. We'd packed a lot of teasing into those six days and she was squealing with pent up pleasure. I felt her body buck the first time the climax struck her. She grunted and her hips crushed against me, holding me up, grinding against me until she collapsed under my downstroke. She shook then. I lifted my face to peer down between my arms at her. Her head flailed left and right, her perfect white teeth held her lower lip.

Suddenly she stiffened under me. Her body convulsed and she knotted her hands in the bedspread over her head, gnarling it with both hands into great tangles. Her hips bumped against me, rapping at me like a metronome, patter, patter, patter. Our bodies slapped together, even while she gritted her teeth and strained up under me.

"Oh god!" She finally cried. "I'm yours, Sonny. Take me! Fuck me. I'll be the prefect woman, oh god, fuck me!"

Her voice slashed at me, opening me up to the pleasure Holly offered and gave and created out of her full desire. I was finally, fully awake. I ground down into her and felt the tantalizing feel of my pending orgasm. It hesitated, far away from me. I groaned. Holly sensed what was happening and her rich, expressive pussy clasped down on me, tightening around me like a velvet glove. She clutched me, concentration on her face.

"Oh god, Sonny, fill me up. Come in me, pump me full of cum!" Holly cried, her voice cringing and choking. I felt her losing control. Her full body bucked and shook under me. She lifted up under me, her lips sought mine. Her arms were still over her head. I felt her abdomen tighten as she rose up. Her mouth found mine and I pressed against her. She didn't relent, kissing me with rapacious passion, groaning as she did so. I cried out, feeling my orgasm rumbling towards me. It was a great herd of sensations all clustering behind me, crowding closer and closer, until I felt it fountaining in me. I thrust into her, pinning the woman to the bed. She thrashed, as though resisting my command of her body but delighting in containing me. I bucked once and poured cum into her.

Holly screamed. The feeling of my pleasure overflowing consummated her ecstasy. She gasped, came again, fighting it vainly even while it possessed her body. She cried out several times, little expressions of "oh" marking the passage of the pleasure through her. She bucked again. I was pumping into her, thrusting between her legs, locking us together with riveting thrusts that slammed her against the bed, harder and harder, and then softer and softer until I lay down on her breasts, smashing them between us as I fluttered down over her, like a collapsing tent. Her legs wrapped around me. Her arms looped around my neck. My face was beside her head, balanced on my forehead on the bed. She turned her face to me.

"I'm yours, Sonny. Yours to give away or lock in a room and sell to strangers. My god, I love it. I've never come like this with any man!"

I turned my head and kissed her. The kiss turned serious in a flash. I broke it. Her head turned. I felt her struggling to breathe and got my elbows under me to relieve the pressure a little.

"I'll train you and hand you back to Gary. I promise I'll find a way to mold you into the woman you need to be for them." I whispered. She turned her head, her hands grasped my head and she kissed me, hard. Her body surged under me and then the surge vanished and she lay under me gasping for air.

I lifted off her. I got to my knees, pulling out of her pussy. I padded directly to the shower, even though I could barely walk. My lack of sleep was catching up with me. I wanted a nap but I needed to go. I showered. When I emerged, the women all sat on the bed dressed, all prim and proper. No one spoke.

Ellen's eyes shone. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't until I was dressed. I think she feared that I'd fuck someone else if she spoke.

"Thank god, Sonny, she really needed that."

I saw Holly's eyes flick at Ellen. Ellen was a very intelligent woman. Perhaps she understood more than Holly dared imagine. I led them down to the car. Melissa was curiously silent. I realized I'd been neglectful. I resolved to correct that at the apartment.

We arrived and I parked in a short term spot at the front. I told the doorman, Gus, I'd be down in a few minutes and he agreed I could leave the car there. We went up to the apartment. I opened the door, wondering what I'd find. I hadn't called ahead to warn them. I guess I sort of forgot about the moment we were stumbling, bumbling, rumbling into; Melissa was about to come face to face with her brother-in-law and her nephew. What's more, she was going to be relegated to watching them fuck Ellen. She'd be teased until it was time to fuck Jamie St. Vincent with her sister. My oh my what a web had been weaved but I had no intention of deceiving anyone.

I pushed open the door and thought about going in last but decided I should lead the little procession. I did.

Sam and Sammy sat on the couch. Miriam sat in Sam's lap and Imogen sat in Sammy's. They were feeding each other grapes and sipping grape juice from little glasses. The table had a spread of food laid out. When Imogen saw me, she turned to Sammy and kissed him, hard on the mouth. The sound altered Miriam and clearly by tacit agreement, she kissed Sam the same way, holding their heads with both hands while they kissed their men.

Melissa cuddled up against me while Holly, holding her own chain, and Ellen flared out to the sides, not speaking but staring. Melissa was quivering against me. In response, I pressed at her hip, turning her to face me, putting her back to Sam and Sammy. She got carefully to her knees. Her hands found my belt, unbuckled me, unbuttoned me, unzipped me and exposed me to the room. My cock was languid, daring her to arouse it. She took the dare. With one hand she lifted me to her lips and she kissed my cock. She sucked the head into her mouth and then carefully let it grow there.

The swelling cock filled her mouth. I placed a hand on the back of her head, feeling the kinky body of her black hair under my hand. For some crazy reason, that thrilled me, the feeling of her hair on my hand. I held her head still.

"Sam, Sammy, Melissa is here." I announced, not ostentatiously but casually, as though mentioning the weather.

Imogen and Miriam released their respective men and slid off their laps.

I couldn't remember if they had their bags and asked. They did. I told them to get them. We needed to go. Melissa kept trying to move but I held her still. I turned to Holly. I knew I couldn't, shouldn't leave her in the apartment.

"You'll come with me to the airport." I said. I looked around at Ellen. "This is your time. Holly, please take off Ellen's clothes." I felt Melissa try to look around but I held her face against my body. She realized I had an intention and let me hold her in place. She sucked hard on my cock, determined to arrest my teasing of her. Holly went past me, peeking at the black woman sucking my cock. Holly removed Ellen's coat and hung it up. She walked back and carefully unbuttoned Ellen's shirt and stripped it off Ellen's shoulders. Ellen held still and let the other woman undress her. She shrugged off the bra when Holly reached around and unhooked it. Holly unbuttoned Ellen's blue jeans and shucked them down her lean legs. Ellen shivered. Moments later, she was nude.

"Ellen. Suck a cock." I said, letting her select the Honeywell for her mouth. She selected Sam. She pushed him back and dug his cock out of his pants. She plunged it into her mouth. Sam laid back with a deep, heartfelt groan.

Sammy needed no directions. He was up and behind Ellen before she'd swallowed twice. He penetrated her. She sounded like a flute being tuned. The high squeal accompanying his deep penetration of her body left her shaking with passion.

I gently pulled Melissa off of my cock and helped her stand. She stared at the tableau. Ellen bent from the waist, her mouth full of Sam's cock and her pussy filled with Sammy's cock.

"Melissa is here for a while and you'll have her as much as you like, just not today. If you must fuck her, do her ass or mouth but leave her pussy fresh and clean so someone else can lick her to orgasm without any cum but hers to deal with. She's going to fuck a guy with Alissa later today and he should get her clean as a whistle. Is that acceptable?"

Sam lifted his head.

"Okay." He grunted, his eyes were fevered as they met Melissa's gaze for the first time. "Sammy says okay, too."

I regarded them for a moment.

"Ellen is yours for the day. Fuck her until she asks you to stop." Sammy looked around at me then and rolled his eyes, like I just insisted that the moon was really made of cheese. He pumped at Ellen and while we watched, she came. Imogen and Miriam arrived in the middle of Ellen's little cataclysm and watched with wistful silence as the woman bucked through a very strong, very profound orgasm.

"Ellen wants it from both sides. Melissa can fluff or do anything she likes with Ellen. I'll be back by five. She should be spiffy keen and ready to fuck at that time. So don't lose track of time. Before the weekend is out, you three will fuck Alissa, or she'll take off my collar and tell me to pound sand. So this is going to be an indication of what the immediate future will be like for us all. It's sort of up to Alissa but if she opts out, then its Sam, Sammy, and Melissa until someone says uncle."

I'd been doing up my pants, tucking my hard cock away for later consideration while I was talking. I looked at Imogen and Miriam. They both nodded.

I went to Holly and took her chain in hand and the four of us left the apartment. As the door closed behind us, Ellen screamed.

"God loves trucks, I admit it. I'm jealous of her." Imogen muttered waiting at the elevator. "Having sex with her boyfriend and his father while the boyfriend's aunt watches...god, that is just too much to imagine. I can't imagine..."

Miriam chortled.

"That's because Dad's brother is a troll and your nephew is gay."

"Robert is gay?" Imogen asked. "What makes you say that?"

"Because," Miriam said, laughter in her voice, "when I tried to get him to fuck me, all he wanted was my ass but even that didn't get him off. He wanted my boyfriend and you know that didn't work out."

Imogen chewed on that until we got into the car. To my surprise, the three women got into the back together. Holly lay across their laps and they played with her body the whole way to the airport. It wasn't really titillating, but just casual, petting and kissing and playing, toying with her while she cooed with the attention, laying quiescent with them in hand.

I parked and I walked them into the airport, Holly on the leash following along behind. She was flushed though, and looked rumpled at best. I carried their individual suit cases to the security line, kissed them each good-bye and left them. People stared at Holly on the leash but not many because it was difficult to see. She seemed to preen when someone obviously noticed she had a collar and chain linking her to my hand.

We got to the car and I was at a loss as to what to do with her when my phone rang. I answered.

"Mr. Duncan, sir?" The voice said.

"Mrs. Northcutt? Didn't I tell you I'd call you?"

"I think you did, yes, but I'm calling to plead with you to, to let me, to use me now. I'm going crazy. I've made the decision but I'm terrified and if, if, if you don't do something with me, I'm afraid I'll lose my nerve. I need to have sex with a stranger."

I realized in that moment that I had to go pick up Annie. I decided that handing Chilton St. Vincent two women wouldn't be that bad. I liked to under promise and over deliver and this would be interesting since I knew next to nothing about Carol Lynn Northcutt, how she'd actually react to a stranger. I had some hope that if she went nuts, Mr. St. Vincent wouldn't be unduly ruffled, since his domestic context was so rife with craziness too. He'd be forgiving. I just wasn't sure I wanted to explain anything to him. It seemed interesting to surprise him with Mrs. Northcutt. Seemed the least I could do.

"Fine. Go wait for me at the China Sparrow. I'll find you in the bar and we'll work something out. Dress like a hooker. If no one propositions you, you're wearing the wrong clothes. Clear?"

I swear I heard her gulp, it seemed that loud, that unmistakable.

"Yes, Mr. Duncan." She mumbled.

I got the distinct feeling that she wasn't going to pose the same problem that Holly posed. She'd be something different, I just wasn't quite certain what it would be yet.

When we concluded our arrangements to meet later, I started the car and drove towards Annie's.

Okay, I really can be an idiotic idiot sometimes. I had parked in Annie's drive before the solution to my Holly problem finally made its way into my conscious mind. God, I can be thick sometimes. I'd subtracted Mrs. Wills from Chris's house and it was now just him and Marie. I turned off the car and got out. I'd been so preoccupied, when I got out of the car, Holly looked a little frightened. I gestured for her and she scrambled to get out with me, handing me her lead, shivering in the brittle cold, still not relieved in the February chill.

Instead of going to Annie's door, I walked over to the Wills door and rang the bell. I didn't expect Chris and he didn't answer the door. Maria opened up the door.

"Mr. Sonny? Why you here?" Her eyes shifted to Holly. "You bring Tia Maria a new slut to train?"

My god, the woman caught on fast, faster than me apparently. Holly looked at me with genuine horror in her eyes.

I extended the chain to Tia Maria. She smiled her supercilious grin and stepped back, tugging on Holly's chain. I stepped inside, intending just to drop Holly and call it good. Tia Maria, however, had something more in mind. She wore a fetching maid's outfit and the moment the door closed behind us, she turned around and draped herself over the back of the couch. With one hand planted on the cushion of the couch seat, she flipped up the black skirt of her outfit, exposing her full ass, completely bare, without even a thong.