Extending the MILF List Ch. 24

To the left however, the unlikely figure of the tall English chap last seen sitting with a sister of mine in his lap, being handled, presumably after a delightful afternoon duly spent inside her, my other sisters and the girlfriend and her mother I had promised and then over-delivered to his lurid attentions, was also moving towards me. His potential intentions did not have the same bruising promise that Rodney suggested, if that were in the offing he'd have outsourced it to a Cockney tough who liked the feeling of skinned knuckles and not from dragging them on the sidewalk, though that would be in character, hence his unconcern with skinning them from other methods, like on my teeth, for example, so not a concern...I hoped. So while Jamie St. Vincent did not seem to bring the promise of a pounding, that was not utterly inconceivable. He didn't seem any more ominous then did Rodney, all casual in his stride but not hiding his "prince of the world" sort of deportment as his station in life allowed.

These three appeared to me all at once. The lull in my life that was directed towards my studies apparently was over. My mind was clear in this capacity for the first time since I staggered into the "intervention". I saw this tableau clearly and knew what to do without the slightest hint of hesitation or anxiety. I walked straight towards Theresa. She stepped past her prospective customers and stood waiting for my arrival while Rodney and Jamie approached from the flanks, arriving at the same time as I stopped before Theresa, with my pet in tow. The trailing oddness of the collared and leashed female was, in that moment, gone...and I felt fully delighted to have her in tow. Odd. The ripple in the lobby did repeat itself but these three focused on me for their own reasons and I was fully curious if somewhat fearful to discover their purpose without being damaged by the knowledge, physically.

"Ms. Fayre." I spoke her name with pleasure in my voice. I felt proud of myself because I realized I'd been assigned to decide the sale and hadn't...so had no idea what had become of the mechanism Ellen had so carefully designed. I felt the ignorance as a thrill of drama, of my own making formed from not answering my phone or looking at texts but remaining inchoate and isolated from that recent past...letting things coast and bob and float as they would without my tinkering will. I presumed they had and now it was time to bring those results into focus. Theresa lifted her hand, palm down and not to be shaken, so I took it and kissed her knuckles being sure to let her feel my tongue on her white skin.

"Are congratulations in order?" I asked, impishly but only by half since it was entirely possible that Jamie had resorted to past form and shipped sister and mother back to Mother England, out of my reach in the intervening time. Miss Fayre looked shocked, the start of her head shaking side to side and the confusion in her eyes answered that bit for me. I turned to Jamie.

"Jamie, this is the real estate agent who found the house for your mother and sister." He blinked, stuttered and then looked at the woman. He'd not been seeing her Irish eyes till then so when he did, his gaze drooped to the ends of her tresses at her calves, all kinked and rippling red from their confinement.

"I...no...I didn't know that was settled." His voice was, curious to me, oddly canted in tone to avoid making that a question despite the diction. I knew then that they were still here and awaiting my attention. I felt gratification that this one thing had not dissolved with the addition of time. "I...um...have had business to settle and been away for a few days. I only lately returned." He said softly. I nodded.

"Excuse my manners. Theresa Fayre, this James St. Vincent, of the St. Vincents who are buying that house you showed us, his mother, sister...and myself." The woman licked her lips and pressed a hand against her cunt through the tight pencil skirt, right there, but not so open since we three gentlemen flanked her and covered her so that the action surely was not widely noticed. When she herself did notice it, however, she blushed right down into her blouse and looked down and away from me but did not surrender all her poise.

"Mr. St. Vincent! So good to finally meet you. I know of you but have not had the pleasure! Theresa Fayre, Amore Real Estate." Jamie duly kissed her hand and she blushed the more. I glanced at Rodney and he was frankly staring at where her hand had been. He met my glance with an arch of the eyebrow.

"You fucked this bitch didn't you, Sonny?" Rodney said with his culture's directness.

I regarded him with some concern, considering my response but decided on honestly and forthrightness as he seemed to tend to respect that. I nodded.

"Yes, I did. She was most accommodating and I do believe she appreciated the attention, if I do say so myself." The blush that had faded from her white skin flashed anew, fully refreshed and full in her. She appeared to be blinking red, rather like an uncertain traffic light. She lifted her gaze and looked me dead in the eye.

"I won't share my commission on the property, Sonny, but if you want to fuck me again, just ask. I remember orgasms like I had from you with great clarity and am aware such moments do not come..." here she giggled a bit, touching the graceful fingers of her right hand to her pink lips. "...along often. I'd have you between my legs again...and again...and again." Oddly, the blush receded fully and did not return in that moment, while she spoke. Her head lifted her chin projected and she folded her hands before her pussy with a genteel smile. "Have you told Ellen your decision?" She asked.

I grinned.

"Just made it. Wasn't sure you bitches would wait on me."

"Oh. Oh! Interesting decision making strategy you have." She said softly. I shrugged.

"Right place. Right time. Such serendipity should not be ignored, since logical analysis simply yields no conclusion." I leaned in to kiss her cheek and she duly presented it. My lips brushed her cool skin and I wanted her, that old flare of desire and possessive acquisitiveness roared to life. Something was different though and that nascent thing would take time to emerge into my awareness where I could wield it with deliberation. "Congratulations. I'll let Ellen know, I hope it hasn't been taken yet?" She shook her head, the confusion between elation at the sale and the evident desire to open her knees for me without being too blatant about it warred in her but I took the matter out of her hands. "If you will excuse me, these gentlemen and I have some some business to attend to." I looked to Jamie and Laydon and nodded towards the door to the bar and restaurant. "Shall we, gentlemen?"

Neither of them moved but remained staring at the scarlet draped real estate agent. She had no look of business about her at all. She licked her lips and I reconsidered my retreat. For long moments, eons of importance, I held her gaze. The cool eyes of the woman never blinked but they did take on a shine. I finally cleared my throat to break the tension. Yes, Sonny was back.

"I seem to recall you insisting that you fuck for fun, Miss Fayre?" I said as casually as I could manage. "Care for a little fun?"

At that, the woman's eyes did blink. She then looked from me, to Rodney, and then Jamie. Despite habitual daftness on my part, I understood she was asking a question. I grunted and grinned.

"I gather Ellen has been regaling you with tales of her own tour of the tail." Yeah, that was nonsense but I was out of practice. "Gentleman, perhaps you'd like to draw lots to determine which of this woman's holes you fill when she boards the airtight express?" I had every reason to think both of them would take me up on this offer but they were silent.

"God, yes!" Theresa Fayre hissed. "Ellen said." She added in a more normal voice.

"Draw lots?" Rodney muttered. "What the fuck? Why don't we just flip a coin, brother?" He said with a wry smile. I grinned in return.

"Follow me, all. I have a suite." I tugged on the leash but felt no pull on it. Pet was at my heels in perfect position and rapport with me. I didn't look back but I swear I felt the heat of the woman following along behind me. I hoped that Jamie and Rodney would follow suit to my suite. They did. We all crowded into the elevator together and in humid silence made the journey up towards the lurid jade gates of heaven that Theresa's panting presence promised. The procession left the lift and proceeded to the door of the suite. I opened it, feeling them crowding around me. Rodney and Jamie were there, glancing at each other only rarely, both captivated by the apparent ease with which I invited this woman to enjoy our good offices.

Inside the suite, we found Mavis reading on her iPad. I had the good sense not to ruffle the mood with introductions and explanations but rather left Mavis to be regarded as part of the furniture, which role she seemed curiously comfortable with, curious to the others, of course, while I pleased myself with being once more in lock step with the diverse pussy in the room.

Theresa shucked off her coat, revealing an ivory silk blouse with dark green jade buttons, plump and heavy. She unbuttoned the first one, but I moved to her, shucking my coat onto the floor, grasped her by the hands and bent them around behind her back. I then kissed her gently on the mouth. She was hungry, starving and I felt the ravenous need in her, which surprised me but pleased me too. I teased her, brushing her lips several times with mine even as she sought much firmed contact, clearly wanting to resuscitate me before presenting her tongue with all it's promise. My cock wanted an introduction but I asserted my control and gestured to Mavis and then unleashed, Candy. Mavis picked up my coat and hung it and the leash on a coat hook by the entrance, moving so smoothly that she seemed to float through the room. Rodney eyed her with lustful interest. Well, so did Jamie, the woman exuded sexual potential.

"Let them undress you, Miss Fayre." I said in a gentle, almost chiding voice, like what I would suppose a head butler would address to a new princess who didn't know the way of things in the palace. I then went to the bar and fixed drinks, martinis for us all. I offered them to Jamie and Rodney. Jamie sipped and Rodney drank it down like a draft beer. I was in between.

By that time, Miss Fayre was fully naked. Her mouthful breasts pinked nicely to match the tasteful blush in her cheeks from the handling she received from Pet and Mavis. The preeminent presence of her startlingly long and red hair managed to move her breasts into backstage but naked, they were on display through the tendrils of that scarlet fall of her hair. She stood still, hands at her sides, fingers long and graceful against her lean, long thighs, smooth and chalk white. She retained the green heels, half boots with especially high heels that made her dimpled ass flex clearly. She did not move, a statue to be given life by the touch of a god. I decided I'd have to do. I moved to her, slightly to her left side and switched the martini to my left hand. I touched my chilled right hand to her back and ran it down onto the pleasing swell of her ass. She shivered but did not otherwise acknowledge my touch, staring straight ahead.

My fingers tucked into the tight clinch of her ass cheeks and traced down between them, over her sphincter that made her gasp and then plunged into her wet cunt. She grunted as I pressed two fingers into her body.

"Oh god." She whispered.

"No. Just me. It's Sonny, remember?" I said, before sipping from the martini glass. She did move then, turning her head to look sideways at me.

"Smart ass." She said in a tone that was almost normal save for the warbling quaver in it. I finger-fucked her a few times again, then looked at Mavis whose face was nearly as red as Theresa's hair, and extended the martini glass to her. She took it. I removed my fingers from Theresa's cunt and looked around for Candy. She was at my side without a word.

"Pet." I said, extending the two fingers to her that had lately been inside Theresa and so were now coated with a gleaming edition of her cunt sauce, which my pet delicately and fastidiously licked clean, her tongue swabbing me like a tabby cat would drink milk. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. Theresa could not twist to watch but felt the tension in everyone else, which brought a true shudder to her frame, making the long tresses of red hair dance like puppet strings cut free of their puppet.

I turned back to Miss Fayre and bent slightly to kiss her shoulder. "A tripartite fuck?" I said, no idea if the expression made any sense. The woman then turned her head to look at me, her draped hair sweeping her bare, ivory body. She sneered then.

"Sonny, don't use words you don't understand."

I grinned a little. Wished for the martini back but didn't ask for it in any way. "I like words but the little buggers don't always like me back." I said casually. I turned my gaze to Rodney and Jamie. Rodney had the uncomfortable stance that left him waiting on me, shifting from foot to foot and glancing at Jamie who was languid and at ease, savoring my pedestrian martini still. "Who gets first choice?" I caught Jamie sipping so Rodney spoke for them, deciding for them in the process.

"I think as the guest in our cunt...tree..." His voice bent around the word, "he should have first choice." His generosity did not take into account how often Jamie had been favored in that manner but no matter.

Jamie didn't hesitate. "Cunt. That little slash of hers should be wonderful when her ass is full of cock from behind." He extended the martini glass into empty space, empty now, and Mavis whisked it away. He unbuttoned his bespoke shirt, removed cufflinks and stuffed them into his pants pocket. No one moved. I wasn't sure if my pet and peer not moving to help without command was a compliment to my authority or a insult to my training of them. We all stood there and watched Jamie disrobe. He did so in such a casual manner in the throbbing silence that he was naked before anyone moved at all. I patted Theresa on the ass, through the fallen hair.

"You heard the man, mount up." She sneered at me again and I slapped her ass hard, but her hair dampened the impact. Still she twitched. Jamie just lay down on the rich carpet right where he stood. His cock was hard and ready. I felt the lack of preparation and art to this but also felt these two guys had things on their minds we needed to address and diverting them this way shouldn't take a lot of time. I didn't want them to think I was scared of what they had to say, even if I should have been. The abrupt use of this woman might be just what she desired. Jamie lay on his back and waited. I leaned into Theresa. "You know this means you get the black cock in the ass, right? Do you need lube?"

My words sent a shudder through her and she nodded vigorously making the red veil shake and shimmer, catching the light and darkness at the same time. She pointed to her purse on the couch. "There." She hissed, her voice sounding like a machine, not human at all. "Lube in the purse."

Rodney was there before pet or peer could move and his mighty hands opened it and sorted through it with surprisingly delicate eagerness. He found a clear tube with blue writing on it and dropped the purse, spilling a brush and compact onto the couch cushion. He moved behind Theresa. His dark hand swept at the red hair and her pale body appeared like a slash of brilliance. I gestured to pet and peer.

"Mavis, you and Pet hold her hair for him." They two, divided her fall into twin thick sheafs and pulled it aside, revealing her in her pale, naked glory. I stripped so fast I don't think anyone noticed. I moved in front of Theresa and she understood immediately, bending at the waist to put her hands on my hips. Her mouth sought my cock and she inhaled it like she was being intubated. I felt it, the aggression in her, the flowering of a latent need, a thrilled desire fueled by the knowledge of what I had offered her. Jamie, a prince of the world and Rodney, a black Hercules were here to serve that desire in her and I was the fairy godmother granting her lurid wish. Hmmm, I didn't fair too well in that cast of the situation did I? Funny how a week or ten days off can introduce a stumble into my metaphricalization, isn't it. Felt much longer to me, like I had traversed an ocean of difference and arrived in a brand new world. I had no idea, not fully, not yet. It was in the air around me and I inhaled it even as I gasped with the pleasure of Theresa's mouth taking my cock through her lips and down her slender white throat. Not a gag or hesitation, the woman was a talent!

Pet and Mavis had each gotten hold of the woman's red hair, holding large bolts of it to the side until Theresa's face was pressed properly against me. I shuddered, feeling this again, the rabid desire in a woman being directed to her dark desire sated at my will and pleasure. And such pleasure! Her throat opened and I felt the stricture there, a fabulous rapture punctuated by the searing hot breath on my abdomen as she struggled to breathe around the cock in her gullet.

"Good girl." I whispered down at her, patting her shoulder. Her delicate hands clung to me like boarding pikes, her long fingernails digging into me as she held my cock deep. She went still. Even if my eyes had been closed, which they weren't, I'd have known when Rodney applied the first dollop of cool lubricant to the woman's ass hole. She gasped, which in her condition was a splendid increase in suction pressure on my cock. The sensation rippled through my body. The layoff seemed to have left my body primed for this and every little jot and tittle of her mouth seemed to greet some eager nerve in my cock and coddle and honor it. The first application of lube to her ass made her shiver and suck harder. Her throat seemed to ripple around that part of my cock and her tongue lashed and slithered. Her hands gripped me harder but the woman did not move other than that. Well, not until Rodney's blunt black finger penetrated her ass. She shrieked, or would have had her mouth not been full of my cock. As it was, the sound was a garbled trill with her eyes wide on me. Her ass lifted and then bobbed a few times. More lube, another penetration and a cooing hum from the mouth on my cock. Theresa had become a virtuoso of cock sucking, creating a master's piece of symphonic pleasure just from the finger in her ass as inspiration.

Rodney looked around. "Undress me, bitches." They released that wealth of scarlet hair and the clean bent naked pose of the woman vanished in the red distortion. I gripped a handful of her hair and backed away. Her hands fought me, trying to keep me planted in her throat but I persisted against all good sense and succeeded in extracting my cock intact. The woman, like so many others, seemed to get all proprietary about a cock when it was planted in her mouth. A good thing, by the way. I regained proper possession and pointed to the naked Englishman lying on the floor behind me, hands clasped behind his head, cock bobbing slightly where it belonged and eyes watching the preparations that would surely lead to a wondrous situation for him. It did.

Rodney stood still while Mavis and Pet undressed him. He grinned in a delighted way that seemed wholly unnatural to his usual aggression but seemed like light sparkling out of a usually closed fissure in him. "I always dreamed of this, brother." He said, his voice tuned somewhere between pleasure and wonder. "Having two females undress me." He looked around. "Fuck, they should have been naked!" He looked back at me then abashed.