The Live-in Ch. 01

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That was just the beginning. Over the next few days Ana witnessed more different types of sex than she had dreamed possible. But she couldn't bring herself to participate, and alternated between states of sexual excitement and multiple daily masturbation sessions, continually ducking back into her room to relieve the tension. As a result, within a few days she had worn out the batteries in her vibrator.

The first thing she saw was Mr. Harris and Amanda the night after she had seen the Mrs. and the two kids. Ana was curious, wondering if more fucking was going on, so she went through the house at about ten p.m., ostensibly to see if there was any spot cleaning to do before turning in for the night, or at least that would be her excuse if anyone asked why she was wandering through the house, but it was pretty quiet. Mr. Harris was at his desk in the office that was below her room. Ryan was evidently out, and Ana didn't see Mrs. Harris, but the master bedroom door was closed and she could hear the television, so she was probably in there. There was a light in Amanda's bedroom and the door was open, but before Ana could walk past, she saw Mr. Harris coming in the other direction, toward the master bedroom. He must have finished whatever he had been doing in his office and come upstairs to turn in. Ana stopped and stepped into an alcove in the hallway as he paused at the doorway to his daughter's room.

"It's good to have you back home for the summer," he said to someone in the bedroom, presumably Amanda. "I've really missed you this year. It's not the same without you here."

Amanda replied, but Ana couldn't make out the words.

"It's not just that," he said, smiling. "I just like having my little girl around." Amanda said something else, and then he said, "that's good to hear. I'm glad all those young college studs haven't made you forget all about your dad." Ana could hear Amanda murmur something else, and then he went into her room.

Ana crept up and peeked through the open doorway. Amanda was on her knees before her father, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and then pulling his pants and underwear down around his ankles. She took her father's soft, but rapidly hardening cock in her hands and gave the head a kiss. "This is one guy I have really missed," she said, smiling and looking up into her father's eyes. Then she took his penis into her mouth.

It didn't take long for Mr. Harris to get fully erect, but Amanda was evidently not treating this blowjob just as a way to get her dad hard. She was intent on oral pleasure. She licked around the head, paying special attention to the cleft in the head, doing the best she could to insert the tip of her tongue down her father's urethra. Once he was fully hard, she could no longer get his whole cock into her mouth, so she spent some time running her tongue and lips down the underside of the shaft.

Mr. Harris threw his head back, and as he did so, Ana thought she saw him hesitate for a moment. He was looking in her direction and may have seen her, at least an expression of recognition passed over his face. She tried to make herself as small as she could, peering around the corner of the door jamb. Her hand, again with a seeming will of its own, rubbed against her breast, tweaking her nipple. A shudder of excitement passed through her.

She watched as Amanda stopped sucking, stood up, and guided her father to a chair, making him sit, his nine-inch cock sticking straight up. Then she climbed onto his lap and lowered herself, impaling herself on his shaft. Ana's other hand dropped to her crotch, and she started rubbing herself through her jeans.

Amanda's breasts were at her father's mouth level, and the man attacked them hungrily as his daughter started slowing rocking back and forth on her father's cock. Amanda grasped her father's face and turned it upward, lowering her own to kiss him deeply. Ana's hand slipped inside her jeans.

The two continued kissing and fucking for several minutes, then Amanda lifted herself off her father, walked over to the bed and lay face down. Her father came up behind her and entered her from behind, fucking her harder this time, reaching around and rubbing his daughter's clit as he pounded her. Amanda became very vocal, grunting loudly with each thrust. Surely Mrs. Harris down the hall in her bedroom could hear. Ana unbuttoned her jeans to make more room for her rubbing.

Soon the young woman was shuddering and yelling even louder as her orgasm coursed through her. Mr. Harris kept up his pounding for a few more minutes before he threw back his head, emitting a quieter, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" as he ejaculated inside his daughter.

Mr. Harris didn't pull out immediately, leaning down to kiss his daughter. Then as his penis softened and slipped out of her, Amanda stood up, turned her father around, slapped him on the ass, and told him, "Now go and tell Mom what you've done."

Mr. Harris left the room, and Ana had to scramble to get back to the darkness of the alcove a short distance down the hall. It was hard to move quickly with one hand jammed down her pants. She thought the man looked in her direction as he went into his own bedroom to confess to his wife what he had just done with his daughter, but Ana couldn't be sure if she had been seen.

Then the next day Amanda witnessed her first dungeon scene. She had checked the dungeon several times each day, but it had remained unused until her fifth day on the job.

That day she finally got up the courage to talk to Tanya about watching Mr. Harris fuck her in the ass. When she mentioned that she had seen them, Tanya said, "Girl, I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. You should have joined us, or do you just like to watch?"

That began a conversation in which Tanya told her, without going into specific detail about sexual practices, which she said Ana "would learn in due course," about what went on the Harris household. Mrs. Harris, or Susan as Tanya called her—Ana couldn't bring herself to call her boss by her first name quite yet—ran the show. When Amanda was around, the daughter also tended to take charge. The two men were submissive, following the lead of the women. Tanya said that everyone knew Ana had been watching them, and everyone was cool with it. In fact, they thought it was pretty hot, and had started to look around to see if the little, black-haired Latina was peering at them from around a corner.

"If you want to join in, don't be shy," said Tanya. "We all think you're totally hot and would love to have you." She licked her lips and smiled, and a shudder again ran down Ana's spine. She had never been with a woman, had never really considered it, but the thought that this gorgeous woman found her attractive really turned her on.

"But just take your time, and do it if and when you are ready," offered Tanya. "It took me a couple of months to get up the nerve to join in."

Tanya went on to declare that Michael, Mr. Harris, was an extremely accomplished lover with a huge dick, the best of all worlds. Ryan was almost as big, but not as artful in his lovemaking, more enthusiastic than skilled. Mrs. Harris, Susan, was insatiable, up for anything at almost any time. About the only thing she didn't do was submission. She was a dominatrix by inclination, although she often engaged in more vanilla lovemaking. Amanda took after her mother.

At that point Mrs. Harris passed by in the hall, wearing a robe and leading her husband to the stairs and down into the dungeon. Ana's eyes got wide.

"You like to watch," said Tanya. "Go for it."

So Ana followed Mr. and Mrs. Harris down into the basement dungeon. She stopped outside the door, which the couple had left open, and again peered around the jamb. Mr. Harris had already stripped naked and was kneeling before his wife. Ana watched as Mrs. Harris slipped out of her robe. She was wearing a black leather bustier and thigh-high, black leather boots. Her breasts were gorgeous, perfectly round globes with big, brown areolas. She looked quite the dominatrix. Ana watched as she slapped her husband on the cheek, not terribly hard, but hard enough to cause some pain and loud enough to send the crack of flesh against flesh across the room.

"Now, you know the drill," Mrs. Harris told her husband. "Lick my pussy well, and you will be rewarded. Don't satisfy me, and you will be punished." She then pushed her husband's face into her crotch.

From across the room Ana couldn't really make out how well Mr. Harris was doing at his assigned task. He was facing away from her, and all she could see was the back of his head, with Mrs. Harris's hand pushing it into her nether regions. Mrs. Harris, on the other hand, was quite expressive. She was biting her lower lip and her nipples were hardening into pencil erasers. So he was probably doing a good job. She pushed his head harder into her crotch, and after a few minutes shuddered with her first orgasm.

"That was acceptable," she said, passing judgment on her husband's pussy eating. "I guess I should reward you. What do you want? To be jacked off or to be fucked up the ass?"

Ana hoped he would choose the latter.

Mr. Harris said something in a low voice. Ana couldn't hear it.

He was slapped again.

"You need to speak up, slave. If you want your reward, claim it."

"Please fuck me in the ass, mistress."

"Okay, onto the horse."

Mr. Harris went to the center of the dungeon where there was a wooden horse with padding on the top and restraints at the four corners, halfway to the floor. Ana watched as her employer bent face-down over the horse, slipping his ankles and wrists into the restraints, presenting his ass to his wife.

For her part, Mrs. Harris was strapping on a dildo. It looked about six inches long and reasonably thick, about average size for a dick in Ana's experience. Mrs. Harris slathered lube all over it and moved behind her husband.

Mrs. Harris pressed the tip of the dildo against her husband's sphincter and slowly started to push. When she got to what looked to Ana to be about an inch inside she stopped for a few moments, evidently to let Mr. Harris get used to the dildo that was invading his ass. She slapped him on the buttocks and said, "Do you want more?"

"Yes, please, mistress."

She resumed the slow pushing, stopping again when it was about halfway. She didn't wait all that long this time, and resumed the slow progress again after a few moments. Mr. Harris grunted his approval. Ana unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down the front of them.

Mrs. Harris proceeded slowly, but it wasn't long until she was sunk all the way into her husband's ass. She reached underneath him and gave his penis a few tugs. "Enjoying this, my slave?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Does my dick feel good in your ass?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Do you want me to start fucking you? Do you want it hard?"

"Yes, fuck me hard. Please, mistress."

Mrs. Harris started rocking her hips back and forth, drawing the dildo out almost all the way, before plunging it back in again. She started slowly, but picked up speed as she went, and after a bit she was pounding her husband rather hard.

Ana heard a noise at the top of the stairs. Someone was coming down. There was nowhere to hide. She couldn't go back up the stairs without being seen by whomever was coming down. Her only choice was to step into the dungeon itself. There was no real place to hide there either, but at least she could stand off to the side and hope no one noticed her, maybe getting a chance to slip back out. Mr. Harris was too busy with the dildo up his ass to notice her, and Mrs. Harris was concentrating on giving it to her husband. So maybe she wouldn't be noticed.

The people coming down the stairs were Amanda and Tanya. The college student was leading the cook by the hand, and Amanda was wearing a leather harness and spiked heels. She led Tanya into the middle of the dungeon, beside her parents, and started kissing the African-American woman. Tanya responded. Ana just watched, her own hand again down inside her pants, as the daughter French-kissed the cook while her mother fucked her father in the ass only an arm's length away. What kind of house was this?

After a few minutes Amanda broke the kiss and ordered Tanya to undress and kneel before her. Once the cook was naked and on her knees, Amanda unceremoniously pushed her pussy into her servant's face. Tanya took to it immediately, plunging her tongue into Amanda's vagina, and licking upward, over and around her clit. Ana, closer now, had a better view of both couples. Mrs. Harris kept fucking away at her husband, but her eyes were on what her daughter was doing.

Amanda grabbed Tanya by the hair and pulled her face away from her snatch. Turning to her mother Amanda asked, "Do you want her to lick your asshole, mother?"

"Yes that might be enjoyable."

"You heard her. Lick your mistress's asshole clean," Amanda said to Tanya.

The cook obediently moved behind the older woman, spread her round cheeks, and began tonguing her anus as Mrs. Harris continued to fuck her husband. For her part, Amanda climbed on top of the horse, in front of her father, and gave his tongue access to her pussy.

This was too much for Ana. The sight of the wife fucking the husband in the ass while he ate out the daughter and the cook rimmed the wife was just too much. Usually Ana's orgasm built slowly, and she could tell when it was coming. This time it came without warning hitting her hard and fast. Next thing Ana knew was that she was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, and her legs splayed open and shaking, another pool of liquid forming in front of her. The others hadn't seemed to notice.

Amanda was thrashing about in the throes of her own orgasm, nearly falling off the horse. Evidently, her father had done the job well. When she had calmed down, Amanda went over to a table on which several sex toys were displayed, picked up a strap-on, somewhat larger than what her mother was wearing, and started putting it on. When she had it on, she walked over to her mother and whispered something in her ear. Ana couldn't hear what she said.

Mrs. Harris pulled out of her husband, turned, and commanded Tanya to lick her dildo clean. The cook obediently complied, giving her mistress a blowjob.

Amanda ordered her father to get out of his restraints—he hadn't been tied, the straps were only looped around his wrists and ankles—to place his hands on the horse and bend over. Her father meekly obeyed his daughter without uttering a word.

Amanda slathered a generous amount of lube on her dildo and moved behind her father, preparing to peg him. She wasn't as gentle as her mother had been. She positioned the tip of the dildo at her father's anus, and with one thrust buried the seven inches all the way to the hilt. She immediately began pounding away.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Harris had Tanya stand up and fastened her wrists into a pair of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. She moved behind the cook, one hand on the black woman's breasts and the other in her pussy, and proceeded to watch her daughter fuck her husband. Ana was clearly in her line of vision; both Mrs. Harris and Tanya could see her, but neither one acknowledged her presence.

It wasn't long before Tanya started writhing in orgasm, brought about by Mrs. Harris's expert fingers and the vision of daughter-fucking-father that was before her.

When she had come, Mrs. Harris uncuffed her and laid her on the floor, and then straddled her face, lowering her own pussy to her servant's waiting tongue.

Ana watched Tanya begin to expertly lick her mistress's pussy, while Amanda continued to fuck her own father in the ass. That familiar itch began in her loins, and Ana's hand again made its way down between her legs. She could see Mr. Harris's goodly sized and very hard cock swing with abandon with each of his daughter's thrusts, while his wife started yelping at Tanya's ministrations. Mrs. Harris grabbed her own breasts, tweaking the nipples while the cook alternated between sucking her clit and plunging her tongue deep into the older woman's vagina.

It didn't take long for Ana to come to orgasm the second time, but this time she felt it coming and it wasn't as intense, but no less pleasurable. Convulsion after convulsion swept over her, but she kept watching and rubbing. It seemed to go on forever, then when she could take the pleasure no longer, she erupted with a spurt of vaginal juice, and her clit became as if too hot to touch, the lightest contact brought delightful pain. Ana realized that she must have squirted before too, but she hadn't noticed. This time, she was more aware.

Mrs. Harris came at the same time, squeezing her own breasts even tighter and grinding down onto Tanya's face. When she had finished, she slipped off the cook, bent down and gave her a deep kiss. Then she ordered the cook to suck her husband's cock.

Poor Mr. Harris had been fucked all that time. While he seemed to be enjoying it, evidently the ass fucking alone wasn't enough stimulation to get him off. Tanya crawled over to him and took his cock into her mouth as Amanda continued to pound away. It only took a minute or two of sucking and Mr. Harris erupted, spewing cum all over the servant's face.

Amanda slipped out of her father's ass, dropped to her knees by Tanya, and began licking her father's cum off one side of the cook's face. Mrs. Harris joined her daughter, and together they cleaned Tanya's face with their tongues, engaging in a series of three-way sloppy kisses, exchanging the goo between them.

Ana struggled to her feet and, wobbly-kneed, stumbled out of the dungeon. All she could think of was a hot bath. She would clean up the mess later.

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That evening Ana made her usual rounds of the house. Given the activities of the afternoon, she really didn't expect to find anyone playing around, but as she passed by the master bedroom she noticed the door had been left half-open, and there were some noises coming from within. She crept closer and peered in. A few days ago she would have been terrified of exposing herself, but now she knew that the Harrises all knew that she was watching them, so she positioned herself squarely in the opening so she could see the entire bedroom.

Ryan and his mother were standing in the middle of the room, naked and kissing. They were taking their time, simply kissing and running their hands across each other's bodies, just enjoying the feel of naked flesh and soft lips. They seemed to be in no hurry to proceed to the next level or to anything kinky. Ana found it nice to watch two beautiful people tenderly pleasuring each other.

Then Ana saw Mr. Harris come out of the bathroom, cross the room behind his son, and start to kiss him on the back of the neck. Ryan broke the kiss with his mother, twisted his upper body and father and son kissed deeply. A shudder ran through Ana's spine. She had never seen two men kiss like this. Sure, she'd seen some gay porn films and seen men kissing in public, but this was different; it was live, and it was naked. It took her a moment to realize that it was father and son, and when she did, another shudder ran through her, and she felt herself start to become damp between the legs yet again.

Mrs. Harris took her two men by their semi-erect penises and led them to the big, king-sized bed. Ana watched as the three positioned themselves in a daisy chain; Mr. Harris started licking his wife's pussy; Mrs. Harris took her son's cock in her mouth, and to Ana's astonishment Ryan took his father's cock in his mouth. She didn't know why she was surprised. The fact that Mrs. Harris, Amanda, and Tanya had lesbian sex didn't seem strange, but this was different. Maybe it was because men were supposed to be tough and gay sex seemed womanly. Although both Mr. H and Ryan were anything but. From some distance away, he appeared to be quite experienced at it, taking most of his father's rather large cock without gagging. That would take some practice, and Ana wasn't even sure she could do it herself.