Extending the MILF List Ch. 22

"The rest of it." She whimpered, a command that sound so much like begging I nearly laughed but laughing buried in a woman's cunt is a no no of epic proportions.

Ellen snickered though, for me, I imagined. It relieved me of the pressure.

"Mr. Duncan, Mrs. St. Vincent would like you to choose her house for her. We have selected two, er, three for you to view this afternoon, at four, five and six. If you select one for her to buy, she will move herself and her daughter here and you will own her and by owning her, own her daughter too. You may have Xavia until you release Candice."

I cycled through another single fucking motion of the woman twisted up on the table before me. She responded but went still when I did.

"She wants me to tell her what house to purchase?" I mumbled, not quite understanding the statement. The question clanged in the room but before anyone could answer it, the door opened behind me.

Now, if you have ever stood bare assed in a strange place, your cock buried in a woman tied to an obstetrics table or whatever the hell this thing was, you'd have some idea of what I felt in that moment. A cold draught of air blew on said bare ass and I swear my asshole opened and let a little inside me because I got all cold. Oh, my cock didn't deflate one iota. In fact the little fella swelled a little, twitching inside the woman with enough verve to make her grunt aloud.

No one moved. Finally I turned around to find a stout, milk-chocolate black woman peering into the room through the gap of the barely open door. Her hair was tied up into a complex tangle of black braids with a nurse's cap canted to one side of the thicket. Her high domed forehead was smooth and shone, reflecting the blue light in the room. Her eyes fixed on the nearly nude woman latched to the table and, I presume, my bare assed assessment of her situation that could only mean one thing to even the most casual observer...I was indeed fucking her.

The moment her eyes raised up to meet mine, she grinned and stepped inside and closed the door, turning to click a lock home on it with the extravagant movement of a bad actress.

"Doctor, you really should lock the door for these sorts of private exams." She was an ample woman, broad of beam and breasts that protruded like pontoon prows before her. The nurse's uniform did nothing to hide the cavernous cleavage tucked into it or the extravagant curves that made her body lush and inviting. Her smile of perfect white, even teeth and her warm auburn-brown eyes punctuated the invitation.

"Nurse, this woman was going to sue the hospital if the good Doctor did not do as she asked...and she has asked for this particular treatment as part of her settlement."

The nurse's smile grew wider. She nodded.

"Of course. Who are you?" Nurse Nutshall asked...I knew her name because of the name tag perched on the very extreme pinnacle of her left boob. The little black tag had red lettering in it so it demanded the eye fix on it. Red lettering! As though the woman had used fingernail polish to color in the usual white of the tag.

"I am Ellen Collier, this woman's legal counsel."

"Oh fuck." The woman said. "I'll just leave you to it, Doctor. I doubt you need my help." She turned to the door but Ellen's sharp little voice stopped her. Ellen had a siren's tone she could use when she wanted.

"Stop. You need to participate to ensure that you will keep this arrangement confidential."

"Participate?" The woman's eyes actually lit up. "What do you have in mind?"

"I think Doctor Duncan should decide." Ellen's voice was steady as steel.

"Um, what?" I grunted, turning around to Candice, hoping the nurse would vanish if I wasn't looking at her, a vain solipsistic hope, I'll warrant but sometimes we are just irrational for the most arousing of reasons. No idea what my reasons were but I pulled out of the cunt I was planted in and rammed into it again, then as the consequences rippled through her body, I withdrew from it and turned to point my little howitzer at Nurse Nutshall. Her eyes fell, then fixed on said cock and didn't look away. In fact the frivolous female licked her lips several times. Of course, that gave me an idea. Duh.

"Knees." I muttered, shuffling around to face her. My trousers remained around my ankles.

To her knees the woman fell, like I had somehow kicked at the back of her knees. Her hands grasped at my thighs and she looked up at me. "God, I have dreamed about sucking a doc." She tittered, then she licked my cock, her plush brown lips clasping it like they were alive. Oh, they were alive. Fuck me, they were soft and firm, strong and delicate all at once. When she slurped at Candice's sauce, she hummed then sucked hard and my cock vanished. For a moment, my stupid brain panicked thinking in slow motion that my cock was suddenly gone and that seemed terrible.

But then the sensation of Nurse Nutshall's mouth enveloping me made it to my brain and I sighed a karmic sigh of relief. My cock was safe and sound inside her mouth. Nurse Nutshall sucked hard on my cock. Now, ordinarily, that would be enough to satisfy a guy but the universe was intent on blowing all my circuits. Xavia appeared beside me, cuddled up to me, pressing her heroic tits against my side and arm, licking her lips. I stared down at her, feeling Nurse Nutshall sucking my cock and the delicious sensation of Xavia pressed against me.

"Nice sweater," I muttered, trying to sound really casual. I decided I could stay just like that for an eternity or two or however many eons I could last before my cock got chapped.

Ellen, the little bitch, could not leave well-enough alone.

"She wants you to kiss her, Doctor Duncan." She said in her steely voice, all businesslike and officious.

The Nurse pulled her incredible sucking mouth off my edible cock and looked up at me. Us. So I kissed Xavia. Her hands clasped my face and for a moment I thought she was going to strip down and mount me. Needless to say, she kissed me back and with such focused enthusiasm I was having second thoughts about refusing her mother's offer. No, idiot, I never had the slightest inclination to refuse the offer, even if I had to look at houses for a few hours!

The kiss stopped. Xavia, the minx, wrenched herself away from me and stepped back.

"Fuck her." She whispered.

"Who?" I asked stupidly. I glanced at her mother who had her head tipped up watching the proceedings, straining to peer down past her bare tits at us, her hands still attached to the bar over her head.

"Her. The nurse. Fuck her." Xavia's voice sounded like metal being wrenched and twisted.

"This is the complainer's daughter. I suggest you do as she asks. She is her mother's little darling and not in the habit of being refused." Ellen's voice sound melodious by comparison. But "complainer"? Is that a word? That tipped me off that Ellen was not fully in control of her faculties. No lawyer would use that abomination in a sentence, even though it was perfectly clear what she was saying. Attorneys are often the sound and fury signifying nothing. It's the times they aren't that make us listen to them all the time just in case, the inconstant fucks.

I couldn't let these two set the stage all alone. I had to add my two cents worth.

"I think the patient needs your attention, Nurse Nutshall." I said, my voice sounding long out of use. "Your tongue should suppress her desire to sue your hospital."

"Yes, Doctor Duncan." The woman said with a huge smile.

"Please, Doctor Sonny, Nurse." I said with more aplomb then I felt. I shuffled out of the way and she made to get to her knees between Candice's spread legs. I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked around, puzzled. I made a rising motion with my right hand and she struggled her feet and bent at the waist. With both hands, she wrenched the tight skirt of her white uniform up over her flamboyant hips, exposing her well-shaped ass and the lily white panties. With one hand, she pulled the panties down her legs to her knees, then turned her attention to Mrs. St. Vincent.

Candice flinched, bucking with a loud hiss and a sigh, then gasping and cooing as the background to the loud slurping of the woman's mouth on her cunt. I didn't wait for Ellen to order me around some more. I shuffled behind the bent nurse, fingered her cunt, finding her wet and open. I mounted her. She lifted her head and looked around at me, the angelic look of approval on her face. I pushed deeper into her cunt and she moaned, rocking back on her round heels to more firmly plant my flag inside her body.

"Fuck me, Doctor Sonny!" The words were about enough to change my major but even in that situation I knew they hadn't made me any smarter so that option was not really available to me. So I fucked her, hard and fast, but not so hard that she was unable to keep licking and sucking and eating Candice. Candice came first. Then the Nurse came. The Nurse came again in rapid succession, though I must admit it was likely more to do with the hand she had between her legs, rubbing, presumably her clit, while I fucked her than any magic my dingaling was doing inside her. Her first orgasm was timid but the second one I felt all the way to my hair line. My eyes watered as her cunt clamped down on my cock and squeezed like I was a lifeline and she was in deep water wearing heavy boots.

I held onto her and she bucked a few times then pushed back, nearly dumping me onto my ass. If Xavia hadn't been behind me and propped me up I would have toppled over. I shuffled out of the way. Nurse Nutshall stood up, put her panties and uniform back into place and moved to the door.

"You should lock this door, Doctor Sonny. Someone else with different fantasies might open it and everything would go to shit." She blew me a kiss and vanished out the door.

The door banged closed and no one moved. It seemed like a long time but couldn't have been very long because I was holding my breath and I need air really often. I bent over and pulled my pants up to gain better mobility and moved over to lock the door. I turned around.

"Did that just happen?" I asked no one in particular, which meant Ellen answered.

"We need to get the fuck out of here. If we get caught..." Her voice trailed off as though she was just considering what she had done. I had no doubt this was all her idea. I just could not imagine what she was thinking or why she did it. The devious little cunt wasn't going to clue me in either. I wasn't going to ask and give her the satisfaction of telling me to fuck off again, either.

She and Xavia released Candice. I was dressed before she sat up, her eyes shining curiously. I watched her dress and she kept her eyes on me too. When she finally had all the whys and wherefores in place, she chipped over to me, took my face in her hands and kissed me soundly on the lips.

"You do this for me, darling, and I am yours. You will have rescued me and I will be sure you can have my daughter...and me...anytime you like." She tittered then like there was a punchline to a joke in there somewhere. I was in the dark though.

We all walked out of the room together, following Ellen who seemed to know her way around. At the exit door, I stripped off the lab coat, tossing it onto an empty chair as we passed. I felt a sort of elation. The import of this little "meeting" was soaking into my mind and my cock was far ahead. Owning? Owning a mother and with that, I get to fuck her daughter? I know, it seems like what I have been doing all along but still, this was formalizing it. There's a lawyer involved, doesn't that make it official? These thoughts were crowding my mind as we approached the exit. I felt like I was escaping somehow, that I had robbed someone of something and now was making my getaway. Ellen handed me my overcoat and we ventured out into the cold cruel world. Ellen took my arm.

"They have a driver. I'll ride with you. They will follow so don't shoot any lights. She has the addresses but it will be better if she can follow you." Ellen talked like she knew what was going on, or more to the point, like I did and I certainly didn't. I definitely had the feeling that something was happening that I could not quite get my mind around.

I opened the passenger door for Ellen and she just stared at me for a moment before climbing into the car. I slammed the door and walked around to the driver's side and got in myself. She was sitting staring out the windshield. I hesitated a moment before starting the car. When she didn't respond to me, I started the car but realized I didn't know where she was going. Where I was going.

"Uh, Ellen?" I muttered. She looked at me, a distant expression in her eyes. I snapped my fingers. She didn't even flinch. "Where am I going."

"Just drive. I'll give you directions. Wait, I'll put it into the GPS." She did and off we went. She didn't seem like she wanted to chat but I was bubbling with questions. After about 5 minutes of driving in the haze of Ellen's silence I could stand it no longer and had to ask.

"What the fuck, Ellen?"

Not really to the point but it expressed my approbation at her actions if not my understanding. I should be upset when I was confused but I was getting accustomed to it so it felt...comfortable? Still, I wanted an explanation.

She ignored me at first but finally turned her face to look at me but didn't, just facing me in the car seat, her body twisted as her mind was.

"What?" She finally whispered. "It's working. My god, I didn't dare hope."

"What, what?" I echoed, sounding like an idiot parrot. I know, maybe all parrots sound like idiots or worse, are idiots...never take investment advice from a parrot I always say. Okay, that was the first time but you get my point. "What the fuck is going on?"

Here, she finally seemed to realize I was in the car with her. She smiled the most beatific smile you can imagine, like a Nun who is getting fingered by the Pope. Made me suspicious as shit.

"What? Sonny, I have just secured you ownership of those two females. What's your problem?" She snorted, like a pig snorts and not with laughter. "Don't be a greedy fuck."

"Greedy? Me? You are the one that is trying to increase my pussy portfolio with Jamie's mommy and sister. I was just doing him a favor, well, actually I was just doing Alissa a favor. Okay, I'm doing what Sid wants. So what? Why are you suddenly helping? Not complaining, mind you. That dual clump of pussy is awesome and right this moment, Jamie is dicking my sisters so I feel like I have more than compensated him if I take them to bed without his auditing my activities but why are you involved?"

Finally her eyes seemed to see me. I regretted it immediately.

"Sonny, are you that fucking dense? Are you no smarter than a potato with fewer eyes? Fuck me, do I have to explain everything to you?" She sounded so vehement, so startlingly perturbed that I nearly changed lanes to get away from her. And no, I don't think that would have helped but living out a metaphor can be fun, even if it is only poetic.

"Let's play like I am for the moment and have you explain what the fuck you are thinking. You clearly have provided the impetus for this with surprising efficiency and I'd like to know why." I felt all smart and cogent in that moment. Turns out I was also dense and shallow at the same time.

"Oh well, if you want me to spell it out for you..." Ellen arched an eyebrow.

"I do. I mean I want to know if you understand. I can't read minds after all. Not yours anyway since a blank page cannot be read." I smirked at my own cleverness.

"Fuck you, Sonny." Ellen did not appreciate my genius.

"Just teasing, Ellen. Tell me what the fuck is going on. I'm just a poor college boy who knows nothing. You're the lawyer. Explain."

"You let Jamie fuck Mrs. Honeywell, right?" Her voice bespoke a certain exasperation and impatience but I ignored it.

"Yes."

"And the purpose was to finalize...I cannot tell you the details of the transaction because it is confidential and so better if you don't know...but it was to finalize the details of a relationship between Jamie's enterprise, and that of his father, and someone Sid represents through us, right?"

I nodded again.

"And this is a connection that has long term implications that benefit Sid and his business."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Jamie has been somewhat, shall we say, 'repressive' in the manner in which he has treated his mother and sister."

I twitched.

"You mean, he didn't let Xavia fuck whomever she wished?"

Ellen snorted again, like a little piggy animal. It was very unbecoming but I didn't think pointing that out to her had any value at the moment so I shelved that observation. Sonny can learn, by golly!

"Yes, Sonny, that is what I mean. I have persuaded them both that living in the US would get them out from under his control, allow him space to fuck whomever he wanted without feeling like they were peering through the bedroom door at him all the time."

"Do you think that's a problem, now? I mean I think that their relationship has changed a little last night, don't you?"

"Sonny, their fear is that when they return to Merry Old England, it will return to the repressed bullshit all over again and this will just be an exceptional event, like a vacation where you go act crazy then return to 'normal'. Neither Mrs. St. Vincent nor Xavia want to return to normal. They've had a taste of delightful difference and they want to make a diet of it."

I smirked, suddenly inordinately pleased with myself.

"They have had a taste of Sonny and now they are hooked?" I asked facetiously. Honest, I was being facetious but Ellen took umbrage immediately.

"Sonny, it is unnerving to see you being arrogant. You need to stay the humble clod hopper, it's part of your charm."

"Clod hopper? I am no more a farmer than you are a Nun." She ignored me, some more.

"If they take up residence here, then Jamie will have reason to come to the US beyond...well, beyond just business. But that should make it easier to do business with him and his father, right?"

I shook my head.

"Why would that be?" I asked, truly not seeing, plus the GPS was squawking that I missed and exit which told me the dumb bitch didn't know about the construction on Rullander Ave.

"Because ordinarily, they never leave the Emerald Isle."

"That's Ireland, dummy." I interrupted. Ellen ignored me some more.

"They almost never leave home and they only did this time because of something going on with Sid...not sure what it was. Sid will fuck a Chinese guy's wife in his own kitchen but with westerners he likes to get the pussy away from home." The light when on a little, flickered and went out. "Chilton is as tight with business as a test pilot's asshole. Sid has been trying to get a shot at one of his females for years and Chilton knows it. As you have discovered, he is a bit of a doting father and still finances his ex-wife's lifestyle and not because her divorce lawyer was better than his. So getting his two favorite females..."

"...four favorite females, I'd say." Ellen ignored me some more.

"...to the US would give Sid the access he needed to do more of the Sid type of business he is best at, right?"

I shrugged.

"If you say so...sounds reasonable I guess." I really had no idea, I was driving and listening whcih is two things and I multitask like a machine gun.

"And if Sid does more business with the St. Vincents and their cartel, then the business would likely be handled by the firm of Peppers, Bickerstaff and Kline, right?"

"Uh, sure, I guess." This was making me nervous because I literally knew nothing about any of that.

"And if that is true, and Jamie is fucking Alissa, then it would not make sense for her to be handling their account, now would it?"