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The girl who lied

Ok so this is my very first story so go easy on it please. Oh and I suck at spelling so if your a grammar freak you should leave now.

Late for Dinner

This is my first story that features a heterosexual couple. If that’s not your thing, check out the Indoctrination series. As always comments or suggestions for the next story are appreciated.

Girls night out gone wrong! Part 2

She was passed out on my bed for the past hour. I had gone thru her purse and got her name and other info. Her name was Victoria. She was a gorgeous 32 yr old housewife and mother of two. She had a sexy body and her tight fitting, low cut, sexy blue dress was now bunched up around her waist, fully exposing her long shapely legs that curved their way up to her beautiful perfect shaped ass. A trail of my sticky semen was visible drying on her inner thighs. She was still in her high heels. The night was just getting started. I fucked this bitch silly and came inside her, but I was far from finished with this snobby bitch. I had gotten on my cell phone earlier and called up a couple of my frat buddies that I knew would be looking for a good fuck. I checked in on her and she was still passed out, so I smacked her ass hard to wake her up. Her head shot up off the mattress and she looked around the room confused, asking me who I was and where she was. Her head was still spinning from the drugs and alcohol. I explained to her that she had picked me up from the bar and she came back to my place and fucked me. When she denied it, I clicked a button to playback the video that I had recorded earlier. It showed her walking in my bedroom willingly and standing at the edge of my bed with me gently pushing her back on the bed and her willingly parting her legs to allow me access to eat her pussy. She moaned as she was cumming on my face. I pressed pause.
“Do you want to watch as I crawled between your legs and started ravaging your pussy with my hard cock?”
She was sobbing now. “No, no please. Stop it. I don’t want to see anymore. Why are you showing me this?”
“Because you are a stuck up bitch and deserve to get fucked like the whore that you are! Now, I want a blowjob! I want you to suck me good too!”
“No! I won’t do that!” She screamed! “I’m a married woman! And I’m a mother! I don’t know how we ended up here, but it was a mistake. I’m sorry. I just need to get going now.” She started to get up to head towards the door, but her legs were like jelly.
“If you take one step towards that door I will send a copy of this video to every one of your husband’s co-workers and every member of your PTA!” She sat back down on the edge of my bed in a daze.
“Now, that’s a good girl.” She didn’t notice as I clicked the record button on the remote I was holding in my hand. She just looked at me with a look of shock and disbelief as I walked over to her. I took my hand and gently raised to her face, caressing her and running my fingers through her hair. She looked up at me pleadingly. Begging me with her eyes. I ignored her and gently urged her face forward to my waiting cock. I moved my semi-hard cock up and down the cheeks of her face and rubbed it across her lips. A drop of my salty pre-cum leaked out onto her full red lower lip. It started to quiver. I looked down at her big beautiful blue eyes and bright red lipstick and it made my cock start to harden. She reluctantly
opened her lips and let me slide my cock into her mouth.
“Remember, Suck it good.” I whispered to her.
I had my hands behind her head and was slowly but steadily pulling her face towards my pelvis. She continued on, taking me past her lips. She started to move her tongue around my pulsing head, then
started slowly taking the length of my hard cock across her tongue and towards the
back of her throat. A long moan escaped me, “ahhhhhhhhhhhh” as I felt the warmth of
her mouth and tongue.
She was dazed and confused right now and not thinking straight at all. All she knew was that she was in trouble and needed to end this and get out of here as quickly as possible. She decided to pretend I was her husband and started sucking me as if I was him. She even slipped and called me by his name.
The doorbell rang and I knew that the guys started showing up. When I didn’t go to open the door, they just let themselves in. There were six guys in all that showed up. All eager to tear into some of this sweet pussy. They peeked into my bedroom. When I saw them I waved them in and they started filing in, hard cocks in hand. She had her eyes shut and was concentrating on my cock in her mouth and didn’t even realize that there were six more naked guys in the room with her.
She started bobbing her head slowly, letting me slide out of her mouth to the tip of my
head, then slowly taking me back in to her tonsils. She obviously had some practice at
this. She continued sliding up and down my shaft, her saliva flowing and lubricating me.
“Hum!” I ordered her!
She looked up at me pleadingly.
“Hum!” I repeated!
She started humming as she swallowed my cock. Tears building up in her eyes from
the degradation she was feeling.
Oh what a beautiful site she was! She was on her hands and knees on my bed with her back arched causing her nice shapely ass covered with her blue lace bikini panties to stick up and out in the
air. She had both her hands with her long painted fingernails supporting herself with her
palms against my thighs. Her head was bobbing up and down like pro!
One of the guys named Dave didn’t wait for an invitation. He crawled up on the bed behind her and aimed his hard cock at her wet pussy slit. She felt the movement on the bed and her eyes flew open. She tried to move, but had nowhere to escape to. Dave moved her crotch band aside and put the head of his cock in her wet opening about a half inch, then grabbed both of her hips for control. Before she could think he slammed his hard cock all the way in and started pounding away at her defenseless pussy.
Every time Dave slammed her forward, the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water and she looked up at me with panic and fear in her eyes. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed harder. I applied a little more pressure and her gag reflex
started kicking in. I timed it just right with her gag reflex and the engorged head of my
cock pushed past her tonsils and down her throat. At this point she started to panic
because she couldn’t breath. Her eyes moved around franticly and she tried to pull her
head back, but I kept both of my palms firmly planted against the back of her head,
keeping her lips and nostrils smashed against my pubic hairs.
I said “ breath in your nose” and with that she started franticly taking deep breaths
through her nostrils. “That’s it. Suck it in baby”
I smiled at Dave and we both started jack hammering into Vicky from both ends. We got a good rhythm going. As one pulled out, the other was slamming back in. Vicky’s grunts filled the room. “ugh, ugh,
ugh, mmph, mmph”. My cock was coming all the way out to her lips and then sliding back down her open throat
Her throat was convulsing around my cock and I couldn’t take it anymore.
My balls started tightening up and I saw stars as I exploded in her throat. She swallowed feverishly, trying to avoid choking on my sperm. Spurt after spurt of my thick hot white sperm shot down her throat. Her throat muscles convulsed around my head and milked me dry. She continued sucking as I pulled out.
As soon as I stepped back someone had moved in to take my place. Vicky didn’t have time to protest. All that she could do was swallow the next cock as it slid down her throat.

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TONTO WITH EARS TO GROUND

Tonto stopped at a spot on the plains and put his ear to the ground and said to the Lone Ranger, “Many Indians have come here.” The Lone Ranger marvelling at his skills, asked Tonto how he knew this.
Tonto replied, “cause the ground is very sticky.”

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VIGNETTES II – Coming Home

When I came home from the Army I was hard, generally uncaring and didn’t like being around people. In short, I was an asshole. This is the true story of a woman I met when I came home; the only problem was that she was married.

Angel lust

The thoughts that ran though my head were sinful, the ways I touched myself over him would not be forgiven, deep pleasure that couldn’t be satisfied without his touch. I knew I couldn’t, I shouldn’t but that didn’t stop my mind from thinking it, I wanted to feel mortal pleasure in the hands of a man. More than anything I have ever wanted or needed before. I didn’t understand the emotions that flowed thought my head; lust was not an emotion angels were meant to feel.
But here I was this is what I feel and I know it’s too late; I was going to act on it even if it killed me. I looked myself over in the reflection of the lake, my long black hair fell perfectly to my waist, and my olive green eyes sparkled with longing. What I was wearing was a sin in itself; a short black skirt with fishnet stockings, black high heeled boots and a black corist with red lace. My hourglass body made the outfit look even more stunning.
This was it, I told myself as I climbed the back steps to his house, the back door was open as it always was so I could drop by without being seen. I walked thought the door, past the living room out the hall and up the stairs. I stopped when I got to his bedroom door. my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I let myself wonder over the last time we had met, I had gone up to his room and caught him in the middle of jerking off. but instead of closing the door and letting him finish in privet, I watched. the thought sent the same heat between my legs as when I had been watching, his strong manly hands had been going so fast and the pleasure that had been wrote over his face was so delouses I wanted to help. But I didn’t I just watched, my hand had gone down to my pussy and was stroking it hornyly. After I watched him explode before my eyes, I waited for him to sort himself out before entering his room. The hint of hornyness has still been in his stormy blue eyes. I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened his bedroom door.
There he was sat on his bed playing on his Xbox, he looked so hot. His black hair was swept to the right and he wore black skinny jeans with a red no fear t-shirt. He didn’t look up as I entered the room and sat next to him on his bed, his eyes were glued to the game of halo he was in the middle of.
“Heyy scar” he said in ecnolagment.
“Heyy” I whispered back, putting my legs up over his. Suddenly he became aware of my outfit, his eyes traced my body not missing a thing as they looked me over. He didn’t pause the game but seemed to forget it all together. “Heyy” he said aigen, his eyes locking on mine.
“How are you?” I asked acting completely natural.
“amazing” he said his eyes doing another tour over my body, I couldn’t help the satisfaction I felt from his attention.
“good” I reply, putting my hand on his leg. His eyes look down my hand, then back up at me, I recognise that horny glint in his eyes aigen and had to bite my lip so I didn’t let out a moan.
“you look beautiful” zak said, his hand dropping the Xbox controller letting it clutter to the floor, but he barely noticed letting his hand fiddle with my long hair. it surprised me how hooked he seemed, zak was nineteen four years older than me and I knew for a fact that he had slept with a few girls. So why was he acting so star struck by me? maybe it’s because he knows how off limits we were, maybe it was because I as an angel my blood made me naturally more beautiful than humans, or maybe it was just how some humans reacted to a women.
“Thank you” I replied.
I could feel the sexual tension between us building, it was at record high and I knew the only thing for it was to tease him until he cracked.
“I’m thirsty” I anoused, sliding onto his lap before standing making sure I stuck my boobs out. I walked toward his door “coming sweetie?” I asked twirling my hair round my fingers.
“Yes” he said a little too quickly. I gestured with my finger for him to follow and made my way down to the kitchen, Zak only a short distance behind me. when we got into the kitchen, I bent down to get a cup out of the cumbered. I could feel zak’s eyes on my arse as my bright red thong was sure to be on display, I put the cup onto the counter “would you like one?” I ask, knowing I would have to bend down aigen zak nodded. this time when I bent down I felt zak move close behind me getting a better look, I felt his hand on my waiste and took a little longer than nessersry before handing him the second cup. “What can we drink?” I ask him, Turing round so we were face to face only cm’s between us.
“Milk?” he offered. Already grabbing it out the fridge.
“Mmm I love milk” I said with a naughty smile, zak closed his eyes biting his lip. I was getting to him I though with satisfaction. He poured out the milk and got me a straw. I drank it sexual playing around with my straw, I noticed zak’s eyes locked on me.
“Scar?” he asked.
“Yeah?” I replied, noticing the hard package in his jeans.
“Do you know what you’re doing? I mean do you know about sex?” he asked me. I pull myself up onto the counter pulling my legs up with a small gap between them. his eyes flick between my legs then back up at me.
“Yeah, I know most things about it” I reply.
“so you understand that sex causes pleasure for both the man and the women, that sometimes there can be a sort of sexual need between two people” he tells me.
“yeah it’s like when i find you attractive and I get that burning feeling between my legs, it makes me want to touch myself or have you touch me” I answer. There was a slight pause then a smile light his face “have you ever touched yourself scar?” he asks.
“Yeah a lot, I can’t help it and it feel so good” I tell him “I’ve seen you touch yourself too and it gave me that feeling”
“Ohh fuck” was all he said in response.
“Sorry” I say looking down at my feet.
“Why are you saying sorry?” he asks.
“Because i touched myself over you” I reply.
“scar that’s a good thing, a women has certain needs and those needs need to be satisfied, I’m saying fuck because its turning me on that you touch yourself over me” he informed me. I smile and pull him toward me, his eyes fall to my lips. My heart starts to beat faster and I look down at his lips. he moves closer slowly giving me time to back out but I didn’t instead I move toward him, finally are lips meet. I gasp, the feeling exciting me. I kiss him again and aigen, his kisses getting deeper faster. I feel his hands sliding up my legs. My hands curling round his neck. He breaks our kiss and looks away pulling me to him “scar I’m really horny and if you keep kissing me like that I’m gunna be despite” he said.
“I want that” I say bringing his lips back to mine. I kiss him hard letting him know I’m horny too. I pull at his shirt hungrily and within seconds he’s pulling it over his head. My fingers stroke over his chest the skin fuelling me making me need more. His hands pull my skirt from under me, i smile kissing him deeper still. Suddenly I break the kiss and jump down from the counter. “I wanna suck your cock” I tell him undoing his jeans and taking them off. He pulls off his boxers and my eyes widen, I had seen his cock before but I swear it was never that big. “You like it baby?” Zak asks jerking it slowly.
“I wanna taste your big cock” I say kneeling down in front of him, I open my mouth and lick his shaft. It taste good I decide and take it deep into my mouth feeling it touch the back of my throat, I take it out and smile up at him before sucking it aigen, I feel it throbbing inside my mouth making my pussy feel wetter. I hold onto his waiste and pull him toward my mouth making his cock push down my throat. He swears watching me “you’re a fucking angel” he grunts. I smile taking his cock in faster and faster. I liked the feel of it in my mouth, it fitted perfectly letting me taste him all. I pull him out my mouth and start sliding my hand up and down while I lick his balls gently nibbling them as I look up at him. “you taste so good zak I want you so bad” I say as I take his cock back into my mouth letting my fingers play with his balls. He grunts closing his eyes. I suck him in deep and fast letting his whole cock slide in and out of my mouth in quick movements. “Scar stand-up” Zak commands his voice desperate. He turns me round and leans me over the counter. “god your hot” he says more to himself then to me, “right baby I’m gunna push my cock into your pussy”
“I want you to penetrate me so bad” I moan. He pulls off my thong and stands behind me, his fingers stroking my pussy. “god your so wet” he says. His finger pushing into me, I gasp closing my eyes. his finger pushes in and out then a second enters the feeling of pleasure doubling then a thread pushes into me. I moan lying my face on the cold marble counter. His fingers disappear, then replaced by a warm hard cock. He lets it run over my pussy not going in it just stroking it. then he pulls it back and pushes the head inside me, I gasp. I knew it was only the head but it already felt like my pussy was full up. “god your tight” he grunts. He thrusts out then pushes the head in and out a few more times I smile loving the simple pleasure and then suddenly my veins are pumping with pleaser as his cock goes all the way. I moan loudly. His cock responding by throbbing inside my pussy making me feel tight around him. he pulls out and thrusts into me hard, I scream with pleasure as he bounces ageist my back wall. he thrusts aigen this time faster then faster still. My pussy pulsing with pleasure after pleasure. Zaks hands hold me by my waiste pushing me into him as he pushes toward me, making his cock push deep ageist my g spot. “oh zak yeah, fuck” I shout encouraging him to go even faster. Before long my pussy starts squeeze his cock pushing me to cum. Zak swears feeling me cum. His cock throbbing “I’m gunna cum baby” he pleased.
“cum for me zak, cum in my pussy” I beg him. zak goes maximum speed slamming his cock into me, slapping my arse with his body. I scream out ready to cum aigen. we both reach climax, my pussy squeezing his cock as it throbs blowing cum inside me. I gasp for breath the most amazing feeling flowing throw my veins.

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Sara Protective Dad Part 10

Sara’s Protective Dad part 10.
It took some moments before Sara calmed down; soon after I found her sitting in her new Jaguar with tears of joy streaming down her beautiful face. I approached kneeled down to kiss her. “Are you happy baby?” I inquired.
She buried her face into my chest holding me tightly. Jewels came around and set in the passenger side smiling brightly. Both Little Bobby and Morgan smiled radiantly to me. Then Sara finally raises her face to me says. “You knew I would love it.”
I smile back and saying. “Well when we get back from Colorado and you get your license I’ll let you drive me anywhere and everywhere.”
Jewels interjected. “Me too, I am capable of standing having you as my chauffeur for a while.”
Little Bobby and Morgan exclaimed. “If you’re going to drive mom around can we accompany you.”
Sara says with a devilish grin. “Okay I’ll drive everyone around, once I have my license. The only driving I want done tonight is Bobby driving his cock in his wives’ cunts.”
Jewels giggling says. “I will second that, and take second place as well.”
“Bobby my cunt really needs to get full of your cum, I didn’t get any last night.” I noticed its Morgan talking to me not Little Bobby who normally refers to me as daddy.
Little Bobby says. “That’s right; I want my cunt full of your cock Bobby and a load of cum for my effort. I’ve been getting hornier all day waiting to have you.”
“It looks like I’m going to have to take you girls inside and do my best to satisfy the four of you.” I pick Sara up in my arms and carried her across the threshold. Setting her down, I repeat this with each of my wives. Once all four are inside I have a playful idea I’m going to put all four of them in bed with me, Little Bobby’s ideal of an orgy is something I want to try. Now is a good time for it.
“Okay my darlings we’re off to bed for all of us.” Leading Sara by the hand and Jewels with my other I pull them gently to the master bedroom, Little Bobby and Morgan come along. I begin to remove my wives’ clothes once inside the bedroom. Jewels and the twins’ dresses are easy compared to Sara’s wedding dress. With help I managed to remove all their clothing, I have four beautiful nude women standing before me. Sara and Jewels insist on storing the wedding clothing, before we can get anything started. So my beautiful wives removed my clothing as well. They hung Sara’s wedding dress, my tux and Jewels in the twins’ bridesmaids’ dresses in the closet. That accomplished, it’s playtime.
Pulling Sara to me, so you want to be first my dear, I run my hands gently over her shoulders urging her to step closer kissing her passionately, as my hands continued to run over her back gently. Reach out to Jewels to pull her into a kiss as well. “We’re going to make love to each other to night, not just me but every one of you will be making love to everyone. Follow my lead I’ll show you how.”
“Bobby, I’m so horny right now I don’t want a lot of foreplay I’m ready to go.” Sara says forcefully, and to make her point she kisses Jewels. Jewels and Sara are standing shoulder to shoulder with their bodies still facing me. I hands go to Sara’s and Jewels breast; fondling one of their breast my mouth goes to Sara’s breast not covered by my hand. Sara and Jewels both moan. Smell of their arousal is thick in the air; I hear moaning over my shoulder and turned to see Little Bobby and Morgan kissing each other passionately. I move my mouth to Jewels breast causing her to moan. Both of their nipples are hard as rocks, I slide my hand down the cup Sara’s pussy, before I even make contact a drop of moisture falls into the palm my hand from Sara’s labia. She is incredibly wet, her lips are extended and her clitoris stands out of its protective hood.
I set on the edge of the bed, and pull Sara to me putting her in a reverse cowgirl, a position we haven’t tried yet. Sara seems the reading my mind, straddling my thighs and moving backwards she’s now over top of my hard cock. Jewels lines us up, running my cock up and down her slit to lubricate my head. When Jewels has me in position Sara lowers herself into me, impaling her in one quick movement taking all of my manhood into her. I don’t even need to tell Jewels to lick her sister she begins as soon as Sara is fully impaled. I call to Little Bobby and Morgan. “Come and suck Sara’s tits.” In just a few seconds each has one of Sara’s breasts in their mouth, playing with Sara’s nipples with their lips and tongue. I hold Sara’s hips still, beginning a slow rhythmic motion to my hips, driving in and out of Sara’s hot cunt.
In just minutes Sara is screaming her pleasure at the treatment the four of us are giving her. “OH YES, YES, YES, I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.” Sara is spreading her legs even wider as she spurts all over Jewels’ face. Jewels licks and sucks at Sara’s cum hungrily. The sensation of Jewels licking my cock as it moves in and out of her sister is driving me over the edge. Jewels seeing my balls tighten reaches down between us and squeezes gently and I’m well past the point of no return now. A large blast of semen is ejaculated into Sara followed by a second and third. Semen leaks around my cock as Jewels hungrily licks it up.
I lay back on the bed trying to catch my breath, a shaking Sara still in orgasm falls on my chest, howling no longer able to make words. Jewels rolls Sara off my chest and completely over onto her back. Little Bobby takes the opportunity to grab my cum covered cock, and begins to suck it clean. Morgan is resumes playing with Sara’s breasts, as Jewels begins to clean Sara’s pussy of our cum. By the time I caught my breath Little Bobby has my cock as hard as it ever was.
Standing up I walk behind Jewels still been over licking Sara’s cunt, I line myself up and grab Jewels hip and began to fill Jewels with my manhood. Jewels moans loudly sending Sara back into an orgasm, Sara is holding Jewels face to her pussy not wanting to give up the pleasure her sister is giving her. I begin a slow steady rhythm in Jewels as I fuck her doggy style. Little Bobby is close enough for me to pull her into a passionate kiss; I taste Sara’s and our combined cum, as I let my hands play with Little Bobby. Sara again is drenching Jewels face as she spurts, shaking violently and goes limp. Sara’s hands no longer hold Jewels head to her. Realizing Sara is out cold Jewels raises from her, turns and says. “I want a ride like Sara.”
I back off, removing myself from Jewels, setting back on the bed. This allows Jewels to mount me in a reverse cowgirl. Little Bobby jumps between Jewels legs and begins to eat her mother’s pussy, after Jewels has completely impaled herself on my manhood. Morgan begins playing with her mother’s tits, Jewels moans loudly at the stimulation she’s getting.
I begin a faster rhythm in Jewels holding her hips to keep her from moving which allows Little Bobby to continue her oral onslaught of her mother. In just a few minutes Jewels is screaming her pleasure. “OH YES BOBBY THAT’S IT I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.” Jewels is in orgasm, Little Bobby is licking both of us, and again this is driving me over the edge I cum hard into Jewels. Cum again leaks around my cock and Little Bobby hungrily licks it up.
Again I fallback onto the bed and Jewels comes with me, Little Bobby rolls her mother off my chest and onto her back, and Sara sleeps on one side. Jewels is laying on my other, as Little Bobby licks my cum from her mother. Morgan now moves to my cock and licks her mother’s and my combined cum from it. As my breathing normalizes I feel myself growing hard again. I set up, pulling Morgan up to kiss me, I taste cum this time my self’s and Jewels. I move behind Little Bobby to begin to fuck her doggy style like I did her mother. Grapping her hip in one hand line myself up the other I impale my manhood into my wife, Little Bobby moans loudly as I fill her with my manhood. Jewels is on her elbows watching as I begin the fuck our daughter. Little Bobby is doing her best to continue eating her mother, suddenly Jewels grabs Little Bobby’s head, screams again. “I’m Cumming.” And spurts covering little Bobby’s face with her mother’s cum. I feel Little Bobby begins to spasm as she to reaches climax. Morgan is reclining on the bed masturbating watching the three of us. When Jewels comes down from her sexual high she to passes out.
Again I extract myself this time from Little Bobby and set on the edge of the bed. Little Bobby shakes her head. “Next time husband.” Little Bobby moves to the center of the bed, laying down on her back, she beckons me to come and lay atop her. Smiling I approach as she spreads her legs wide for me. In just moments I am fully embedded in her touching her cervix with the tip of my cock. Little Bobby smiles and says. “Now husband make love to me.”
Little Bobby’s face is still covered and wet with her mother’s cum; I kiss her and taste Jewels cum. I begin to clean her face with my tongue, and kiss her passionately. Establishing a slow steady rhythm with very long strokes Little Bobby begins to respond lifting her hips to meet me with each stroke, allowing her to grind her Clit into me. After a few minutes Little Bobby pleads. “Fuck me faster, fuck me harder.”
I speed my rhythm and push harder on each stroke and she is doing the same matching my speed pushing into me harder with each contact. Her breasts are pushed into my chest I feel how hard her nipples are, her breath is rapid and she is near her climax. I speed my rhythm even faster soon Little Bobby begins to scream her pleasure. “OH BOBBY YES, YES, HUSBAND YES FUCK ME HUSBAND. I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING. Having come twice I’m not quite yet pushed to the point where I need to cum but it will be soon. I continue the hard fast rhythm till she tightens up so tight I can’t move that forces me over the edge. I’ve pushed deep into her making hard contact to her cervix as I explode into my daughter. When I orgasm, this since her into a stronger orgasm. “YES FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM.” Little Bobby practically raises me off the bed as her legs wrapped around my waist and she spurts in return of each rope I shoot into her. When she comes down from her climax she to passes out with a very contented smile on her beautiful face.
I’m breathing heavily as I roll off of Little Bobby. I’m resting there as Morgan comes up and begins to clean cum off my cock. It takes a little longer but Morgan gets me hard again. Smiling down on me Morgan mounts my hard cock. Positioning it for herself as she slowly impales herself. Once fully down she says. “I wanted to do this ever since I said, I do.”
I ask. “Right there in the church?”
“Yes I wanted to, right there, right then. I didn’t care who would be watching if I knew you would have let me. I didn’t want to get you in trouble, so I didn’t.” She smiles and begins to slowly move up and down on my hard cock.
“Thank you for not getting me into trouble, but right then I may have let you and then been in all kinds of trouble for it.” I chuckled at the thought of having done this in the church in front of all those people watching as me and my four wives consummated our marriages.
Morgan trembles thinking of it. “How much trouble could you be in if someone told the cops?”
“Probably more than I would ever want to be in. Let’s not think about that right now.” I don’t want to lose my hard on and if she continues down this line I may.
She leans down and kisses me passionately. Still looking me in my eyes, I see how much love she has for me it seems to grow each day. I could tell she’s getting close to having an orgasm but she never loses her gaze. Her hips move rapidly as her body begins to spasm I fill her cunt pulling me deeper, as she slams down hard on my pelvis. She finally closes her eyes and arches her back and screams. “I’m Cumming. I’m Cumming.” She is shaking hard in her throws of orgasm. She finally relaxes and rests limply on my chest. “Okay Morgan love I’m going to roll us over so I can do the work now.” She pulls arm and leg in to make it easier for us to roll over. Once I have her on her back she wraps her legs around me. I rise up on my elbows to take my weight from her.
I begin a medium rhythm nearly the same speed she was using, it doesn’t take very long before she is having her second orgasm, I again don’t really have the need to cum, but I want to make her have as many orgasms as I can give her. Unlike last time she doesn’t close her eyes as her body spasms her eyes stayed locked on mine. Her blue eyes blaze with love. I say the only thing that comes from my heart. “Morgan I love you!” Then kiss her passionately which drives her into yet another orgasm. It’s not terribly strong so I can continue my rhythm. Her nipples are hard as little diamonds. I bent down and again to play with one of her nipples. Teasing it with my tongue and lips licking and sucking her entire areola, again she climaxes spurting this time. She cries out. “YES HUSBAND THAT’S IT FUCK ME. OH YES FUCK ME. I LOVE YOU!”
Keeping the speed of my rhythm I try to lengthen my strokes, she comes out of the orgasm she’s in, to immediately begin another. She has back to back orgasms until I feel the need to cum, I’m moving so fast at this point if she hadn’t been spurting periodically I know I would be hurting her, but now she is so wet that there’s a swishing sound each time I press her into the mattress. I feel my balls tighten knowing that this is going to be big or bigger than any orgasm I had tonight. I pushed deeply into Morgan feeling her cervix open as I do. I fire rope after rope into her. I’m so high I have no idea of how much or how often, but she spurts back with each of my spasms that push my semen into her womb. We both scream a primal sound unable to make a coherent word. As my body finishes it’s tremors I roll to the side unable to do anything more before sleep takes me.
Unknown to Morgan and me, three onlookers comment. “Damn that was so hot.”
Little Bobby says. “Damn she called last next time too.”
Sara and Jewels grumble in disappointment. “Damn”
Then the three begin to laugh hysterically, finally Jewels says. “I’m not sure if it would be safe for the baby to go through that.”
Sara commented. “Well if that’s the case after I deliver, and can start having sex again I want to be last for a month.”
Jewels said. “If we’re both pregnant we should be delivering very close to each other, so we should be able to start having sex about the same time. We’ll take turns being last for two months.”
Little Bobby objects. “Hey I would like to be last once in a while during that time.”
Jewels points out. “You do know you won’t be able to have sex for two months after the baby comes.”
Sara complains. “Damn I didn’t know it was that long.”
Little Bobby is feeling sympathetic. “Yeah I’m sorry to hear that.”
Jewels giggles. “Yes, for two months Morgan and you will have to satisfy our husband.”
Little Bobby giggles. “If that’s what a wife has to do? I’ll do it.”
Moring groans. “Can’t a girl get a little sleep around here?”
Jewels giggles. “Morgan after being fucked like that I didn’t expect anything would wake you up.”
Morgan complains. “It’s not you guys, unless you emptied a pitcher under my ass.”
The three other women laugh and say. “You’re the one who made that wet spot.”
Morgan begins to giggle. “Oh yes now I remember.” With a wide smile on her face she rolls over climbs on top of her husband’s chest, and drops back to sleep without losing her contented smile.
Sara cuddles into the side of her husband, raises her rings and smiles contented as well, and holds out her hand for Jewels to cuddle next to her, Little Bobby cuddles next her mother, that way no one is in the wet spot.
The next morning I come awake with Morgan still on my chest. She is looking at her wedding ring how the red diamond sparkles in the dawn light.
“Good morning love.” I whispered in Morgan’s ear.
She turns gives me a long passionate kiss. Then whispers back to me. “Good morning husband I love you.”
“I love you too Morgan.” My need to relieve myself is secondary to my need to hold her just a little longer. Her eyes blaze with love as she looks into my face, I feel the passion rising in me, but my body is unwilling to forgo its trip to the bathroom. I roll Morgan over and she shudders and says. “Damn that’s cold.” I realize I roll her back into the position we were in last night, I quickly roll one more time putting this on the edge of the bed. I rise and help Morgan to her feet I quickly head to the restroom to relieve myself so my passion can express itself.
Morgan pleads with me to let her go first. “Please let me pee first I’ll not be able to hold it otherwise.” Yes I let her go first, like a good husband. When she’s done, I relieve myself as Morgan watched. Morgan says. “It felt like you were doing that inside me last night.”
Once finished I pull Morgan close to me to whisper. “That probably was the biggest orgasm I ever had, it knocked me out.”
Jewels walking into the bathroom gives me and Morgan a look. She says. “Good morning husband, good morning Morgan.”
I reply. “Good morning love.”
Jewels giggles as she relieves herself. “My God you two last night, that was something to watch.”
Sara and Little Bobby walk in, hearing that giggle at Morgan’s redness. Sara asked. “Is it fun being last Morgan?”
Morgan is a little brighter red as she answers. “God is it ever!”
In that instant almost like a flash, an idea hits me; we need to move today to the cabin in the Rockies. Dr. Bastard will probably be leaving custody later today getting bail. If he realizes Jewels stands against him he may seek revenge. Best not to be anywhere near him, if he wants to cause problems. I hate to run but I must think of Jewels in our twins.
Morgan still must be bothered by the question because again she asked. “Bobby last night you change the subject, but how much trouble could you be in if someone found out about us?”
I answered her as best I could. “Well Morgan I don’t know for sure what they would do to me, but I am sure that I would not be able to be with you, Little Bobby and Sara. That’s what really would hurt me that I could not be with you anymore.”
Morgan says with great concern. “Then we need to leave because I’m sure that the doc is screaming his head off about us. Most likely no one will believe him but all it takes is for one to check it out.”
Jewels is very serious. “Bobby, Morgan is absolutely right as long as were within jurisdiction of anyone he has connected to, we may be in trouble.”
Sara suggests. “Maybe we should leave for Colorado today. If not get ready so we can leave very early tomorrow.”
Little Bobby ask. “How long is it to drive to Colorado from here?”
The drive should take around eighteen hours, plus any time for stops along the way so two days on the road at least. So I tell Little Bobby and the others. “If we leave this afternoon we could be there may be before noon on Saturday.”
Adjusting the shower Jewels jumps in grabs the body wash and begins to wash quickly. She was quickly joined by the twins and Sara the showers large but I be too tempted to carry last night forward to this morning.
If I’m going to tow Jewels SUV to Colorado I need to buy a flatbed or vehicle carrier to move it. I will be back for my shower shortly; I walk to my office and use the iPad to look up something to carry Jewels SUV. I find one not too far out of our way as we go to Colorado. I realized two things I don’t want to leave a paper trail all the way to Colorado. I want to make it hard for anyone to locate me once I’m there. Cash is a necessity for this; I’ll pay for all the hotels in cash, the flatbed as well. I have a safe with enough cash that I won’t have to go to the bank to withdraw any. I go down in my basement and get 100,000 in cash far more than enough to go to Colorado and never touch a credit card or debit card.
Load one of my briefcases with the cash as well as the iPad. Returning to the bedroom Little Bobby has dressed in jeans and a nice top. She is stripping the bed of last night’s evidence. I’m happy that these women are very intelligent and wouldn’t leave something like that behind to incriminate us. I decide it is time for me to grab my shower and dress.
After I’m have showered and dressed, I smell breakfast cooking it smells like bacon and biscuits from the bedroom, walking into the kitchen I see Sara and Jewels are hard at work making breakfast. “Is there anything we need before we leave, that you can think of?” I asked the question in general.
Jewels states. “I still want my private items from the house like my pictures of the kids when they were small.”
I figure it’s the only way, Jewels will see any of her items back. “It he has not made bail yet. This would be the time to do that. We should go as soon as we finish with breakfast how much stuff are we talking about? Is it what will fit in your SUV or should I take my truck?”
Jewels says. “I just want my pictures Bobby everything else I can buy a hundred times over.
“I’ll find out if he’s out yet, I’ll call Mike and have him check maybe even see if he can slow down his release.” I’m really hoping Mike can help us out here.
While they were still cooking I call Mike. His secretary answers. I ask that Mike was available she asked who’s calling, upon telling her she simply said please hold and Mike is on the line. “Mike I need to know if that Dr. Bastard has completed bail yet?”
Mike began laughing and then said. “Without Jewels he didn’t have anyone to post bail for him. Fifteen minutes after he was arrested Jewels phone rang and he left a message for her to post his bail.”
“Can you double check and make sure he still incarcerated? Jewels wants to get her pictures from her old house. You can always serve him, his paperwork in jail.”
Mike informs me. “Bobby, we sent two lawyers to the courthouse this morning. One is informing the Dist. Atty. about him removing the 700,000 from Sara’s trust that should be enough to prove he is a flight risk. The other is serving him most likely as we speak. His arraignment is set for 1 PM and with what happened at your wedding is very unlikely his bail would be less than $1 million. If even calling Jewels to post his bail or to be at his arraignment no one else will be posting bail for him. So it’s pretty safe for Jewels to go get her pictures but keep your eyes open just in case.
“Okay Mike, we will go shortly. But I want you to inform me if and when he is released. Have you fixed Sara’s trust so he can’t remove any more money from it? ”
“Yes Bobby that’s been taken care of, and now that Sara is wedded, she can assume control of her trust.”
“Can that wait for a few months while we have a honeymoon? By the way, Jewels will be coming with me and Sara, so if there’s any vital paperwork that has to be signed we can swing by before we leave.”
Mike’s thinking for a second or two then says. “There’s nothing that can’t wait till you’re back.”
I’m always grateful for Mike’s help. “Okay Mike I’ll see you when I return home, and my cell phone will work so you can call me if something big comes up. Thanks again. ”
Returning to the breakfast table, it’s set and everyone has started to eat. A waiting plate is filled for me to set down and begin. “Good morning Loves.” I call to them entering the room; I kiss each in turn walking around the table to take my seat.
Jewels looks at me expectantly asks. “Well what did Mike say?”
“First he’s still in jail; he’s called your old cell phone and left a message for you to post his bail. His arraignment is at 1 PM, and Mike believes his bail will be around $1 million. Do you know anyone capable and willing to put up anything around $100,000 plus assets equal to the remainder for him?”
Jewels meditates for quite a while then a wide smile covers her face. “He’s going to be setting in that jail for a long time.”
I say concerned. “That sounds good to me, but we should still depart for Colorado today.”
Jewels says firmly. “I’m still going to get my pictures.”
I ensure her by saying. “Why yes Jewels I’m guarantee we’re going to acquire your pictures. That way I can at least see what I missed as the twins grew up.”
Jewels giggles as Little Bobby and Morgan rolls their eyes. Morgan asks. “Bobby you really don’t want to see those pictures do you?”
Thinking back to my dream of children I want to ascertain if their children look like they did. “It would be nice to know what you look like as a child.”
“I could pull out some old photos of Sara, if it would make you two feel better.” Now it’s Sara’s turn to roll her eyes.
Jewels giggles. “Well I want to see them, but I think we better hurry to get mine. Just in case he has someone to post his bail.”
“His arraignment isn’t until 1 PM, when the district attorney will ask for a high bail do to him being a flight risk. Even if he has someone before then he won’t get out until 1:30 at the earliest.” I’m hoping were on the road before then.
“I know I can pick up a flatbed in town as well if we take the truck. Sara, Little Bobby and Morgan could load up your SUV with everything we need to take to Colorado.”
To which they say in unison. “We can do that.”
The twins have a few requests of items they want picked up, nothing really big, their laptops, iPods, few special other items, and some other pictures as well from the room. Jewels and I should be able to handle everything within an hour at her place. As soon as breakfast is done Jewels and I leave to head to her old house. It actually took fifty minutes to drive there. We arrived just after 9 AM and pull into the garage load the truck. Ten minutes after we’re there is a knock on her front door. One of Jewels neighbors has come by to find out what the hell is going on. “Jill I saw you come in in that strange truck, with a strange man. And I saw the news yesterday were your husband was arrested.”
Jewels explains to her neighbor what all is going on. “First I have to confess my name isn’t Jill it is Jewels McDevitt. I’m here to get my pictures and some items for the girls. Second the doc has taken money from my sister’s trust that wasn’t his; he hired thugs to kidnap her. So he’s not so good of a guy. This is my brother-in-law who’s here to help me to get my pictures, I don’t want anything else.” Her neighbor is a little wide-eyed at her confession.
“You mean you’re really that Jewels from whereisjewels.com. The one $1 million was offered for.”
I say. “Yes ma’am that’s her, but you’re a little late I’m gave the reward away already. Sorry. By the way I’m her brother-in-law Robert Winfield, movie producer and billionaire.”
Jewels giggles. “Yes that’s him, he’s the one who put up the site and he has been looking for me the last fifteen years.”
Her neighbor tells Jewels. “You know when I first moved in I asked Andrew if you could be that Jewels. He laughed it off saying there’s no way that you could be. So I never pressed it.”
I tell her. “It’s too bad you didn’t contact me. I could check it out you would’ve been 1 million bucks richer.”
She seemed very sad at hearing this; she sets down and begins to cry. Jewels goes to her and asked what the problem is. “Mary what is the problem? I haven’t seen you cry but once in all the time I’ve known you.”
Jewels’ neighbor Mary says. “My husband lost his job two months ago and now the bank is after us for missing that mortgage payment.”
At this point I know of Jewels will do, but I’ve been around more people who done things like this just to see if they can get a handout. “Mary has your husband found a new job yet?”
Mary replies. “He just started a new job it doesn’t pay quite as good as his old one did but if we were not behind we could keep making the payments.”
Jewels asks. “How much do you need to get caught up?”
Is just that payment was late fees about $1100, but with what my husband makes it might as well be 1 million, were won’t be able to pay it until the next month or two by that time the late fees will push it to $1600 and we still won’t be able to pay it.
I ask. “Would you happen to have the letter from the bank?”
Mary answers. “I have it on the table at home.”
I asked her. “Could you go run and grab it for us will need your account number to help you out.”
After she’s out the door Jewels asks. “Are you really going to help her out?”
“Sure why not, don’t you remember how much I make a year, her asking for $1200 is like someone asking you as a nurse for a few pennies.”
Jewels face lights up. “I forgot I’m rich. I have a little left as Jill in the bank. I really would like to let her have it than it going back to Dr. Bastard, for his legal defense.”
“Will Jewels it’s your money, and if you don’t want him to have it you can get it or give it away. We need to get out of here within the next few hours.”
Mary rings the doorbell then comes in. “Here’s a letter from the bank.” She hands it to Jewels quickly looks at over, seeing the dollar amount Jewels then hands me the letter. I noticed right off the banks name, and smile to myself. Reading the letter carefully I see exactly what she’s talking about. I also know Mary has nothing to worry about because I know the primary stockholder of that bank. Only due to her absence she is not the chairman of the board.
Jewels has left to go to the room used as a home office, in a desk she finds what she’s looking for, there’s a checkbook with her alias name as the account holder. Jewels checks the balance on that account it just so happens to be $1282.62 she makes a check out for that amount making it payable to Mary. Jewels comes in and hands Mary the check.
Mary looking at the check eyes begin to tear pulls Jewels into a hug her joy overflowing. Then finally she steps back and says. “Jill I can’t let you this is all the money you probably have.”
Jewels answers her friend. “No, it is not even near all the money I have, thanks to Robert here. But that was all the money that Jill had, but I’m not Jill anymore.”
Mary is little confused. “But you’re still the same person you always been.”
Jewels says. “Yes I am, and only my fortune has changed. I borrowed $20 from you two months ago. That $20 meant more to me than that $1200 does today so I’m just making it even okay.”
Mary says with gratitude. “If you insist Jewels I’ll take it.”
Jewels smiles and says. “Yes I insist, but you could help me gather my pictures and wrapped them so we can take them from here. I don’t want any that have Andrew in them. So those can stay.”
Mary quickly brings some boxes from her home and begins wrapping the pictures on the kitchen table. A happy smile is now on her face. The weight of the world has lifted from her, as little as $1200 meant the difference in her life. Mary is very fast at her task having a light heart speeds her hands.
As we finish our task Jewels speaks to Mary. “Mary cash that check, as soon as you can. If they give you any problem call me, this is my new number. Whatever you do don’t give it to Andrew or let him know that you know it.”
I look at the check and quickly see it’s a local bank the same as from the letter. This is going to be fun letting Jewels know who owns that bank. Not right now though. I don’t have any smelling salts nearby.
I tell her “Jewels you should take the checkbook with you.” Jewels nods and drops it into her purse.
We have a box loaded with the items Little Bobby and Morgan asked for. I moved all our loaded boxes into the backseat of the pickup. “Okay let’s look around and make sure we haven’t left anything that you are the girls would want.”
Quick scan through the house I find a digital camera it’s a good SLR digital camera, it was hidden fairly well in the top of his closet. I ask Jewels if it is hers. “Jewels is this your digital camera?”
Jewels says. “No I don’t even remember seeing that before.”
I say. “It’s not that new of a camera been out for years now, and from the look of it it’s about two years old.”
Jewels was confused as to why a camera is in the house that she has never seen. “Why would he hide something like that?”
“The only thing that comes to my mind he is taking pictures that he doesn’t want you to know about.” I turn the camera on the see what is in its memory. The first image is of Little Bobby nude on her bed, obviously sound asleep, there are several close-ups of her body parts her tits, ass, and pussy. The next set of photos is Morgan very similar. The third is of Jewels you can see the strawberry birthmark on her ass. There are also close-ups of her tits, ass hole and pussy. Another few shots are deftly staged they show Jewels with drug paraphernalia and a needle in her arm, realistic looking track marks on her arms as well.
Jewels is mad as hell as am I. Jewels practically screams. “I’m going to kill that bastard if the last thing I do.”
The only thing I can think of is he did this in case Jewels asked for a divorce. It would be very easy with evidence like the drugs to either stage her death or simply get custody of the twins. “I know He staged those, the date on them showed a little after Sara’s accident. He was setting up to take over Sara’s trust and possibly divorce or even murder you. We need to make sure he doesn’t have any copies anywhere. Jewels does he have a laptop, desktop computer, tablet or PDA somewhere?”
Even that upset, Jewels sees what I’m trying to do. “He has a laptop that he never lets anyone else use. The desktop in the office, but I use it from time to time. Plus his phone is a blackberry.”
I’m not an expert at cracking computers but I do know one. “Okay Jewels here’s what we’ll do we’ll find his laptop and take it with us the desktop as well, then we need to go through the house and look for any flash drives he may have hidden, or CDs that he uses as backups. Even a USB hard drive he could use that as well. So if we find anything like that it comes with us. It might keep him out of jail, but I don’t want pictures of the girls or you to see the Internet ever.” Finding an empty box I put the camera inside. Jewels passes laptop still closed and off. The desk has a locked drawer; I ask Jewels if she has the key for it. “Jewels, is there a key to this drawer?”
Jewels anger flashes. “No, he keeps it on his key ring, and never lets anyone into it.”
I tell Jewels. “Well then that drawer is getting opened no matter what.”
I call Mike and tell him a little of what I found. “Mike I found some staged pictures at the doctor’s house, that would make Jewels look like a drug user. I have no idea his true purpose for them because Jewels definitely isn’t a drug user. I don’t care about using them to send him to jail or not. I just don’t want them to ever see the light of day again. What can we take away from here legally?”
Mike hears the anger in my voice in those how serious I am about this. “Well you’re not an officer of the court so anything you found is not admissible. It’s Jewels primary residence, she can take about any damn thing she wants but may have to return it after the court settles the property. So as for computers or something like that take it. We’ll settle up with his ass later I’ll make sure he doesn’t get anything.”
“Mike we have about two hours before his arraignment. Is there any possibility that we could get some people to search this house with Jewels permission? I don’t want to chance of leaving a flash drive with pictures of Jewels or the twins like the ones I’ve seen.”
Mike tells me. “I can get those private investigators that we hired over there in about half an hour.”
I tell Mike. “Send the private investigators Mike; tell them, I want them here as soon as possible.”
I call back to talk to Little Bobby and Morgan, they may know of a place where the doc is hiding things like flash drives. “The house phone rings three times before Sara answers, Sara is everything going okay?”
Sounding tired Sara says. “Yes we’re just about finished loading everything in Jewels’ SUV.”
“Good. I need to talk to Little Bobby or Morgan if they know anywhere the Doctor may have been hiding backups of image files or movie files. Like on a CD or USB drive.”
Both girls suggest locked drawer, but also mentioned the downstairs powder room, they saw him go in with a flash drive, but not come out with one. He was just in his boxers at the time. Neither couldn’t think of anywhere else he may have hidden anything. I think them and tell them we will be home shortly.
Leave the drawer to be opened by the private investigators one of them could be able to pick the lock. I’ll begin with the powder room and see if I can find any hidden flash drives.
The powder room is a small water closet with a toilet, sink and vanity and medicine cabinet, a light switch controls a vent fan and light. There are no lights over the medicine cabinet. I checked the vanity has one drawer I search it thoroughly, removing the drawer check under nothing there nothing in the drawer of interest. I checked the rest of the vanity with as much care as I could, nothing of interest. I check the toilet behind it, or under, raised the lid of the tank flipped it over nothing there. That left the medicine cabinet opening it, nothing unusual until I noticed a nail in the bottom side of the medicine cabinet, and everything in the cabinet was against the back. I tug at the nail and it pulled out easily, once it was removed the bottom of the medicine cabinet with tilt outward, once I tilted it out to about a 45° angle I saw a small clear plastic bag of flash drives. I removed the bag in place that in the box to be taken and checked out.
The doorbell rang and a private investigator stood there with his ID for me to read. Having an uneasy feeling I asked if Jerry has sent him. He said. “No Sir Mike had.”
I let him in then, asking him where the other three are. “Sorry Sir I’m the only one coming.” He told me. Now I know Mike well enough if he said he sending four, he sure would call if only one was available. Did you clear that with Mike Smith, I tested him again. “Yes Sir we cleared it with Mike Smith.”
I tell him. “That’s funny the only Mike Smith I know of isn’t the Mike that would send you. Now leave.”
He foolishly went for his firearm, before his gun clears its holster I punched him so hard in his shoulder I heard bones snapping. His gun sliding away from him as his arm went limp and he screamed in pain. Just then for large men came to the door hearing his screams they entered with guns drawn. I recognized one of them he had done work with Mike before.
Immediately took him to the ground, asked if I was okay. “Mr. Winfield is everything under control now?”
“You got him; I broke his arm just below the shoulder and probably his collarbone as well. His firearm is somewhere on the floor.”
The idiot started mumbling something about suing me. I bent down near him to say in his ear. “First you broken in under false pretense, second you misrepresented yourself as being agent of my law firm, third I’m here with the owner and under her permission, forth you drew on an unarmed man. If you take me to court I’ll make sure the press would eat you alive, you’ll never have another client in any state or country you settle in I will make sure a one-page showing your court case will be across from any and every advertisement you ever make. Now here’s the deal you tell me what the hell you were here for and where it is. I will let these nice gentlemen drop you off at the emergency room. Don’t cooperate I will drop you off at a police station. You can join your boss on attempted murder charges and attempted kidnapping charges.
Two seconds was all it took for him to make his mind up to be cooperative. I have a key in my pocket for the desk, and the powder room behind the vanity has flash drives. My partner is out at your place rounding up the girls.
Jewels screams hearing the last sentence. “We got to go and stop him!”
I grab my cell phone and call home again, as I run to my pickup. I open the garage door; thankfully no car is blocking my path. Two private investigators are running to their car to follow us to the ranch. Jewels has jumped in with me. Sara answers and I tell her. “A kidnapper may be coming now; you get into the safe room with the twins.”
Sara tells me. “That’s where we are at. I saw an unfamiliar car driving too fast coming over the hill, and ran us all into the safe room. I’m watching he’s in the living room looking around.”
“Sara stay in the safe room. Lock the door from the inside.” I hear the safe door lock engage, the door has a six-hour burn through safe rating. Unless he brought some very sophisticated safe cracking and torches he would not have a chance of ever opening the door to the safe room, the walls are even more protected than the door. In short he’s not getting in before I get to him. And he’s in the wrong place it’s the wrong time, under the law his life is in my hands.
I call Mike and let him know that even in jail he’s had his thugs break into my house, make sure that the District Attorney Is aware that an attempted kidnapping at his direction is in progress. “Yeah the bastard is at my house. Sara and the twins are in my safe room. If he doesn’t leave by the time I get there. By the way you’re private investigators are holding his partner. He drew on me and I broke his arm.”
Mike asked. “Are you okay?”
“Mike I’m fine just scared shitless, if Sara hadn’t gotten to the safe room who knows what the hell would have happened. Have your private investigator holding a guy back of Jewels open that locked drawer and completely clean it out. I’ll be back there shortly to gather up Jewels pictures and everything else. Call me back when they know what’s in that drawer. I’ll call you from home after we had a guy.”
I’m pushing the truck well past 100 miles per hour when it’s safe to do so; drive home takes far less time than going to Jewels’ old house.
I call home again, Sara answers on the first ring. But I hear an extensions pick up as well. “Sara, stay where you’re at. He’s also listening in so hang up now. You, we have your partner and he is cooperating with us, you on the other hand are in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ll be there in less than five minutes that should give you a minute to the off my property. If you’re still there.” I don’t say anything more but I hear the phone being dropped back on the receiver. But I lied I was just turning on to my property I just wanted him out of my house.
My phone rings its Sara. “Bobby, He’s run like hell is about to catch up with him.”
I tell her. “That’s right I’m coming up the hill right now.”
Sara cautions. “Be careful he’s coming real fast.”
I break to a stop about 100 yards short of the crest of the hill, the private investigators stop behind me just then he comes across the top of the hill his car flying as it jumps, the hill forming a natural ramp. Hitting the ground and seeing his path is blocked he cuts hard to the right as soon as he is out of the road he loses control in the soft dirt rolling his car. He missed us by thirty feet. I guess he thought he could avoid me and still run for the gate. I jump out and talk to the private investigators directing them to pick him up and taking to the nearest police station. “Well guess we don’t have to take him in. I hear sirens Mike must have called the police, either that or they’re just catching up with us for speeding.”
The private investigators are chuckling. “No that was us we called in backup.”
I tell them. “You got this. I have three young women that are pretty scared I need to get to.”
They wave saying. “You go we got this.”
I jump back in the truck and head on to the house arriving I see the damage done. He kicked the door in, breaking the casing holding the lock. Once inside I hear the safe room door opening in just a minute the hidden door opens and outcomes first Morgan followed by Little Bobby and Sara. They run to us and pull me tight to them, Jewels is in tears holding on to the girls too.
Jewels with love and gratitude. “Sara you did good, you protected Little Bobby and Morgan when they needed it. Thank you.”
I say. “That’s our Sara.”
Jewels punches me hard. “Why didn’t you tell me the girls were in a safe room? I was scared to death.”
Rubbing my shoulder. “Jewels I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about this house, but I was a little busy these last few days. House this is Jewels your to open for her full access. Jewels say hello house.”
“That sounds weird talking to a house but here I go. Hello house”
The house’s computer system responded to Jewels grain her full access upon her voice print. “Hello Jewels. You have full access.”
Jewels is taken aback. “Bobby your house talks.”
The house says. “I have many program responses to the standard requests. I can set your alarm clock, your selection of music, environmental controls and access to controlled areas like the safe room.”
Giggling Jewels says. “Nice house.”
The house replies. “Why thank you Jewels.”
Sara giggles “I left it in silent mode. It has freaked people out so many times.”
“For instance, if I said I need to get up early.”
The house asks. “What time would you like your alarm clock set for Sara?”
Sara says. “7:15 AM.”
The house confirms. “Your alarm clock is now set for 7:15 AM tomorrow morning.”
I repeat the process for Little Bobby and Morgan, granting them full access as well.
Sara and commands the house. “House resume silent mode.”
“I need to let Mike know that you’re fine and that guy it should be picked up by the police having wrecked his car on his way out.”
I went to house phone that he was using and pick up. “House call Mike.” I’m just a moment Mike’s secretary is on the line. “Mr. Winfield for Mike.” I tell her.
She responds. “He’s been waiting for your call.”
Mike is very nervous. “Bobby is everybody okay.”
I begin with. “The one that broke in here wrecked his car on the way out; I have no idea what condition he’s in. But for everyone else here we are fine.”
Mike says hold the line, in a minute Mike is back. “Okay first things first the drawer had cashier’s checks made out to Dr. Bastard. So there’s most of Sara’s money back, they recovered 625,000 in cashier’s checks. Plus seven DVDs marked backup. I told them not to look what’s on the files. They found four more flash drives in the drawer as well. For the one that wrecked he’s fine and in custody. And during the doctors arraignment the DA was notified and got a can continuation so he’s not getting out for three more days at least. And given the circumstance I doubt he’ll see any free time until after he goes to trial and that will be only a week before he goes to prison. Judging from the evidence just on the kidnapping charges, send me the video of kidnapper who wrecked breaking into the house, and burn a DVD of it for the police.”
Okay house send all related video files to Mike showing his actions upon arriving here. Until he left plus audio that was recorded that have his voice. “Mike you have it in just a few minutes.”
A knock at the door alerts me, to the officer standing outside. He knocks again in the door opens, having no lock to stop it. The officer begins. “Mr. Winfield, is everyone okay? I’ll need to take some pictures showing the damage he caused.”
I tell the officer. “Officer I can get you a DVD showing his actions in my house. It will also show him breaking in my door.”
I go into my office and put a blank DVD in the burner and five minutes later a DVD is ready from my security feed. I watch his actions as he goes through the house, in the guest room he places several bags of powder in Jewels night stand. I realized that it’s most likely drugs and it’s to do with those pictures of Jewels, to strengthen a case against her as being an unfit mother and drug addict.
I showed the Officer the security footage. We go into Jewels bedroom to find and retrieve the bags. The officer agrees with me, that the attempted kidnapper placed the drugs there. The field drug detection kit shows positive for cocaine in two bags and opiates on the third. He will be charged along with breaking and entering, drug charges are added. Plus he had enough drugs to kill Jewels and paraphernalia to inject them.
I called Mike to inform him of what we found and asked if they checked the man at Jewels place for the same. Actually they told me they turned him over to the cops five minutes after I left, the police did find like items on him. Remind him of the staged photographs with Jewels looking like a drug user. Mike do a background check on this guy I bet this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this. Jewels met him six years ago, so start looking at six years and back.
Mike says. “Bobby I swear you must be psychic, I had a legal assistant doing that they just finished, he has highlighted notes and eight years ago his wife then died of an overdose of cocaine and opiates.”
I say. “I think you really need to get that information to the Dist. Atty. I think he can move it one of the kidnapping charges up to attempted murder, and maybe open a case for murder of his wife.”
Jewels was shaking and her girls and Sara helps her to a couch to recover. After a few minutes Jewels calls me over to her. “Bobby I think you saved my life today.”
I speculate for her. “Actually Jewels you not going home this last weekend probably saved your life, if you hadn’t stayed with me, he would’ve known something was up when the twins didn’t come home. It would’ve given him the opportunity to do it without witnesses.” Jewels shakes her head yes, tears are falling down her beautiful face and they’re not happy. I hold Jewels to my chest. Comforting her best that I can, and just let her cry it out.
Little Bobby and Morgan also hold and comfort their mother. Neither tried to say anything bad about what happened. Finally Morgan speaks. “Mommy he’s fooled us all into thinking he was a lot better of a man that he was.”
I tell Jewels what I thought of him. “Jewels I talked to him for maybe fifteen minutes that first day and I thought he wasn’t that bad, he was a good con man even if he wasn’t a good doctor.”
Jewels relates. “You’re right about him not being a good doctor he kept asking me tons of questions when he first started at the hospital, I used to think he was testing me, but I wonder if he ever was a Doctor.”
I pass on something I heard. “It would not be the first time a con man impersonated a Doctor. It gives them access to drugs, and patients who can be blackmailed.”
Let’s go back and get your pictures and those other items, I think we’re not going to have to worry anymore about Dr. Bastard. It’s 1:30 in the afternoon. “Okay everybody let’s go pick up the stuff from Jill Carter’s life. It seemed that or you four wait in the safe room till I get back.”
Jewels said. “I think I really want to be with you.”
Sara, Little Bobby and Morgan in unison say. “Us too!”
I remember. “Okay let’s go, Jewels didn’t we put most of the pictures in the truck already.”
Jewels points out. “Yes, most of them are, we just got to go back for that other box.”
I point out. “We will have to remove your pictures to give the girls room to set down.” We move all the boxes of pictures into Jewels closet, it takes about ten minutes. Then we leave to get that last box of incriminating items I hope there’s nothing in it that the district attorney would ever need to prosecute that con man.
The private investigators have searched the house and found nothing in addition to the items from the desk. We are informed that the district attorney is aware of the box and has gotten a search warrant for it. We leave it setting on the table until two detectives with proper ID show up to take custody of it. The detectives take our statements as to how we found the items and what let us to search for them. Because the items have not left the residence the district attorney believes he may be able to bring them into evidence. If not he guaranteed that they would be returned to Jewels.
It’s now three o’clock, I need to do a couple things like call a carpenter to repair the door, get the flatbed and load Jewels’ SUV before we can leave. I have a good man to fix the door I trusted, and Mike can always send one of his paralegals to check that the doors completely safe.
I call my carpenter friend. “Hey Gary someone kicked my front door in, and I need it fixed or replaced, whichever you fill is best.” Gary agrees to fix it the next morning. I’m not sleeping there with it flapping in the wind. I know the girls would not either.
I get the information on finding a flatbed that is strong enough to carry Jewels SUV through OnStar; they give me directions in its twenty minutes away. The brief case with the cash is still in the truck, I purchase the trailer plus straps everything needed to haul Jewels’ SUV.
When we arrived back home we finished packing. We loaded Jewels’ Cadillac Escalade on the flatbed and made it ready for the trip. At 4:30 in the afternoon we finished loading Jewels SUV, letting us drive four or five hours of the eighteen hour trip today.
I had everybody double check to ensure we had everything that we needed for the trip. Little Bobby and Morgan found their iPods in Jewels closet.
A few minutes later, we eat sandwiches; we are ready to head out. I call Mike. “Mike given what’s happened today we’re going to take off, and get away from everything. If you need me, you know how to get a hold of me. The district attorney seized that box with those photographs we spoke of. See what you can do about ensuring that they are handling them with all due respect.”
We do something smart I sent everyone to the restroom before we go, now her off to have to drive to a large cabin in the Colorado Rockies.
Twenty minutes into the drive Sara, Little Bobby and Morgan had fallen asleep. Jewels reaches across the center console and takes my hand. “Bobby, loving you has saved my life.”
Given all the events that just happened I’m sure I can fully trust Jewels. I open my heart to her. “Jewels, you and Sara, Little Bobby, and Morgan are my entire existence. Without you four I am hollow, your love is what makes me complete. I’ll never be happy unless you are always with me.”
Jewels smiling brightly. “I owe you my life, so for me, I will always be with you.”
Three voices sound in unison from the back. “Us too.”
I kiss Jewels hand, and blow kisses to the women in the rearview mirror.
I’m happy to be with them. I guess I can no longer call myself a Dad. Since I’m husband to all of them, not legally of course, but husband in deed, my actions prove that. Looking over at Jewels her left hand rests atop her stomach as she gently rubs herself. Looking back in the rear view mirror Sara also cradles her stomach rubbing gently. The three have closed their eyes again all having contended smiles.
Author’s notes: I considered ending Sara’s protective Dad series here, but I want to continue on with these characters. Maybe you can give me a suggestion for a new title. I hope you’ve enjoyed it so far.

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Theresa Part 2

You may have read the first story, Theresa Part1. Theresa was a business woman I met for a massage which ended with me tying her to the table. I expected a similar experience but our relationship takes a whole different turn

Kelly The Schoolgirl

Kelly’s mom leaves her alone for a week with no one but her animals and young friend Ashley to keep her company….

Camera Pt.2

John stepped back down the garden path and into the house. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness, it being so blisteringly sunny outside. Clutching his camera, he looked out of the kitchen window. Kate was pulling her bathing suit bottoms back on. Her legs were buckling after such an intense orgasm. John laughed at her stumbling around. She searched the ground by the rosebush for her top. John filled a glass with water from the sink and downed it in one go. He watched his mother pick up the top and begin walking up the pathway. Her head darted like a startled animal toward the neighbour’s house, and after a split second she dashed for the house. John watched her crash through the side door with wide open eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Mr. Reed was watching!” gasped Kate, one arm covering both her nipples, the other flying madly.
“Really?” grinned John. “I wouldn’t worry. He’s so old and can hardly see”
“What if he saw? What have you done to me, John!?”
“He’s blind as a bat!” exclaimed John. Kate used her free hand to make a fist, clenching her hair above her head while she peered down the garden.
“Fine,” John continued, “We won’t do any pictures in the garden next time.”
“Next time?” Kate brought her fist down to her mouth, “No John. There’s no next time.” John was flicking through the photographs he’d just captured on the LCD screen.
“John, did you hear me?” she demanded.
“Make me a sandwich, Mom.” He commanded. Kate sighed and turned away, crossing her arms. She was still shaky from her intense orgasm. John stroked his hand down her bare back.
“Stop that!” Kate jumped back. John smiled at her, eyes hovering over her shoulders. She gave a disgruntled huff, pushed past him and ran upstairs. John followed to see her disappear into her room and hear the lock click. John tried the handle but the door was firm.
“Mom, come out. I’m gonna start emailing these out you know” He spoke through the door.
“Fuck you.” Came her response.
John retreated to his own room, noting once again what a good job Kate had done on cleaning it. After firing up his computer he transferred all the new photos to the special ‘Some bitch’ folder, each in their own subfolder. He was building an archive now. He had the original hardcore set of that fateful night, then her getting dirty washing the car, and soaked in her underwear in the bedroom after he attacked her with the soapy water, and finally this new explicit set in the garden. The total number must have been approaching two hundred or so.
As John scanned through the images he was reminded of how horny ordering about his mother had made him. His cock had gotten ridged out in the garden, and thinking about the situation even now made him hot. He opened up a porno message board which he sometimes posted on, to look at some random pictures of hotties. Most were the same, generic porn stars. All fake tits and smiles. Everything shot in those houses with white walls and tile floors. He’d see the occasional set shot in an amateur style with a slightly older woman with real tits, those were the ones he liked. There wasn’t much he took a fancy to today.
Sitting back on his chair, he folded his arms and glanced across posters and shelves on his wall while biting his lip. He sat rocking gently, thinking to himself. There was a slight change in the light where a cloud brushed into front of the sun, cooling the room for just a moment. As it passed and room was again bleached by light, John leant forward hit the ‘New Topic’ button on the message board. Deciding on the car wash pictures of his mother, he began uploading the files. He questioned how ethical this was after telling Kate no one would see these photos, but ‘fuck it’ he thought. No one would recognise her. The status bar zoomed up until they were all uploaded to the forum. He sat thinking of a topic title by which people would recognise the thread. He could not really state it was his blackmailed mother. Finally he settled on ‘Busty unknown Milf washing the car.” I was not the most original title but it was to the point. After double checking all the pictures were on the server he posted his thread. He watched it pop up at the top of the message board, and then leant back in his chair.
He lay on his bed, hands behind his head and staring at the ceiling. He tried to listen for any noises from his mother’s room, but there were none. All that could be heard was the whirling of the computer fan. It gave a strange hypnotic and repetitive noise. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
A couple of hours passed. John was awoken at the sounds of his mother climbing out the shower, the glass in the door rattling. He started stirring, sitting up and rubbing his face. It was now considerably cooler in the house, now some cloud cover had come in to block the sun. During a large yawn John lent an eye to his computer screen and remembered the pictures he’d send out into the world. He sat at his chair and hit refresh to see if anyone had replied to his thread. They had. Scrolling down, he trawled through a few responses, each growing with obscenity;
‘Nice, thanks’
‘Wow, she’s hot. Such a pretty face. Anyone know who she is?’
‘Fantastic body. Love those tits and ass. Any full nudity shoots?’
‘I’d fuck the shit out of that bitch. Please post more.’
‘Holy fuck look at those curves. Hope she does nudity. I love the wet look. Dirty whore.’
John smiled at the fact all these anonymous internet guys liked his mom’s body, even if it was the most mild soft core he could imagine. At best her nipples pushed through the wet material and the soaked clothes showed her curves. He knew they’d love the more exposing stuff. He scratched his leg and stared at the keyboard, pondering. It didn’t take long for him to decide. He posted at the bottom of the thread;
‘Hey guys. I found out this bitch’s name. She’s called Kate Andrews.’
John didn’t even hesitate as he hit the reply button. He had given away his mother’s real name to strangers, strangers who were perverting over her body. He knew these people were groping her body with their eyes, imagining her in filthy and humiliating situations for their own pleasure, and now John had given away her anonymity. Placing his hands behind his head, John felt a huge rush of power through his body. It felt like stepping into the sun from the cold. His skin tingled.
John decided he owned these pictures, and his mother. He genuinely felt like he was the legal owner of her and could use her as he pleased. Without further hesitation he decided to make another thread. He titled it ‘Kate Andrews – Wet in Underwear’, and began uploading the photos he took after chasing her into her room while soaking. Within a few minutes the thread was posted, and John was eagerly awaiting responses. There was the familiar creaking of his mother going downstairs which reminded him he had not eaten today. He would put Kate to use.
Kate was in the kitchen preparing herself a sandwich. She wore those baggy track bottoms and t-shirt again. It all looked a couple of sizes too big but very comfortable and hid her body from unwanted gaze. She noticed John enter but did not acknowledge him. John peered over her shoulder to see what she was making.
“That looks good. Make me one will you?” He spoke. Kate continued spreading butter and cutting. Opening the fridge, John pulled out a bottle of coke and poured it into a glass.
“You want one?” he enquired, trying to show some kind of good will. His mother still acted as though no one else was in the room. John took a big gulp from the glass and gave a hearty sigh.
“I’ll be watching TV. Bring it in.” John made his way to the living room. He put his feet up and flicked through different TV channels. He settled on a monotonous fly-on-the-wall program about airports. After a few minutes Kate entered the room by banging the door open. She threw the plate with sandwich down on his lap with distain and turned to leave.
“Mom,” John voiced, “I really want a cake.”
“Go and buy one then.” Kate had her hand on the door handle ready to retreat to the kitchen.
“No, I want you to make one.” He finished. Kate turned to face him, making stern eye contact with one hand on her waist.
“How much more bullshit are you going to do before you get bored?”
“I’m no where near bored yet.” John answered. “Go and get all the ingredients out, I’ll be there in a minute.”
His mother left the room and John soon heard her banging cupboards and clanking pans as she found her baking materials. Noticing what little care had gone into making the sandwich turned John off eating it. The butter was all sporadic on the bread and cheese too thick and just appearing to have been thrown in. He placed it down on the coffee table in the centre of the room and went to find his mother. Upon entering he saw her placing the last of the ingredients on the sideboard. There were eggs, sugar, flower, chocolate, icing, and lemons.
“Where are those icing decoration things?” He asked, “Put some effort in, Mom.” Kate stretched above her head to a cupboard and pulled out the edible stars and shapes. She slammed the door shut.
“Is this ok now?” She stated sarcastically. Her cheeks were red with frustration. “Shall I start?”
“Not quite.” John smiled. Kate huffed in annoyance. He opened the cupboard at the end of the sideboard and pulled out a rolled up red chequered kitchen apron. He handed it to his mother.
“What? You want me to wear this?” She asked puzzled.
“Yeah,” replied John, “But only the apron.” Kate let it unroll to the floor. It was clean but crumpled. It covered the middle of the wearer’s chest with straps to go round the neck, widening slightly from the waist down with ties that did up at the back. She chuckled.
“You really are a sad little boy aren’t you.”
“And you’re a filthy slut.” He retorted. “Get out of your clothes.” Kate was still seething, but took the apron through to the living room. John felt himself getting excited, his cock started to press against his jeans. He hastily ran upstairs to fetch his camera. He got back to the kitchen and sat down on a stool just in time to see his mother walk through the door. His cock hardened further at the sight of her. He couldn’t stand up, she had turned his dick into a rock.
She stood with a straight back making her breasts prominent on her figure. The square of material on the chest of the apron only just covered her nipples, the sides of her boobs exposed. The bottom of it covered down to her thigh. John instructed her to spin around. The apron covered little of her ass, but she had left her black cotton underwear on anyway. The straps tied at the back playfully swung side to side and against her bottom as she turned. The straps were the only thing to cover her otherwise bare back. John had taken quite a liking to his mother’s slender back, maybe because it was the part of her body he was most used to seeing in conversation before all this started. As she came about to face him John clicked and took the first picture, a full length body shot.
“I thought you might be taking pictures again.” She sneered. The camera clicked again, and another few times.
“Are you proud of yourself?” She asked with a tone of cynicism. John got up off the stool in spite of his hard on. Moving slowly towards his mom he continued capturing images of her top half.
“Put your hands on your waist.” He ordered. Kate complied, and even titled her face in that teasing manner toward the camera lens. Click click the camera went.
“Now put your hand by your mouth.” John continued. Kate did as she was told.
“Well? Are you proud of yourself?” She repeated mid-pose.
“Very.” John said to be matter-of-fact. Kate noticed his erection as it strained against his jeans.
“Urgh, that’s disgusting.” She motioned. “Don’t you feel like a little freak getting stiff over your own mother?”
“You have a great body,” He complimented, “but you’re a fucking whore. I don’t have respect for you, you’re just meat. Like some bitch in porn.” Kate swallowed a lump in her throat. She turned her back to him again so she could get a moment with her own thoughts. John noticed her stop posing and told her to put her hands on the wall and stick her ass out. Kate did as she was told, hoping John did not notice her wiping her eye.
“Ok,” John lowered the camera from his eye line, “You can start cooking now.” Kate moved to the counter while keeping her back to him. Grabbing a scrunchie from the table she tied her hair behind her head. She began cracking eggs and mixing different stuffs into a bowl. The camera kept on flashing and clicking, with John occasionally checking the images and smiling at his growing collection. It was very quiet in the kitchen now, after the sarcastic tones and arguments all that could be heard was the spoon banging the side of the mixing bowl and the mixture thickening.
Kate heard John approach her, but remained concentrated on the cake. She saw John place the camera next to where she was working. He placed his hands on the sides of her waist and positioned his crotch against her black panties. He pushed hard against her ass, and Kate felt his bulging erection creeping against her cotton.
“Stop it, what are you doing?” She yelped. Kate moved forward, her pelvis hard against the work surface. John moved with her, grinding his crotch against her bottom, keeping her pressed against the counter.
“Keep mixing.” He whispered. John bent his knees to push his bulge against her pussy. One hand found its way under the apron and cupped her breast. He explored the fleshy mound, feeling with his fingers its wonderful smooth texture. He began gently massaging it in circles and squeezing. Kate was static, only very slowly moving the spoon around the bowl. John kept this up for a few moments before putting both hands back on her sides and sliding them slowly down her body. His fingers hooked into the rim of her underwear. “John…” Kate murmured.
“Keep mixing.” He repeated. His hands glided over her ass and smooth legs taking the panties with them. They slid down to her knees and fell without resistance. Kate stepped out of them and John kicked them away.
“John…” Kate had stopped with the mixture, turning her head trying to see him over her shoulder. John stepped back and looked at her bare ass, licking his lips. His mother had now put the mixing bowl down, resting on her hands. John pulled her hips backwards making her bend over the counter. Kate went down to her elbows for support, her forearms falling into a thick mess of flower and chocolate and milk on the surface. She felt a breeze run through the house and the cold air kiss her labia. John looked at her vagina from a foot or two back, camera now back in hand. Impulsively John knelt down between her legs and gave her pussy a light kiss. He could not explain himself. He stood up instantly, almost to see if she did not notice. For some reason she did not feel the want to protest. She hated that John had been able to blackmail her like this, and turn her into a naked bimbo. She felt more a chill of terror at his new confidence with their bodily contact than anything.
John coughed, shaking off what he’d just done. A moment of composure later and he was taking more pictures. He went for every angle; around him mom’s ass, the side, near the front. Kate had succumb to his will, she was his to use. John picked a small pair of scissors out of a draw and cut the neck snap on the apron. The top half drooped to the floor exposing her luscious ripe tits fully. John noted her nipples erect. Kate turned her head away from the camera, but he was quick to instruct his mother to look into the lens. After a few pictures like this John decided to reposition his mom so her tits pushed into the mess on the surface. Her ample bust pushed all the paste and cake mix around her cleavage as her tits flattened and spread against the surface. John made sure she arched her back presented her ass as though she would be fucked from behind. A few snaps like this and he untied the apron fully and tossed it to the side. John had his mother entirely naked once again, her shame open to the world with help of his camera.
“Stand up and turn around.” Commanded John. His mother did so, showing him her bust covered in mess.
“I want you to run your hands over your tits and lick your fingers.” He continued. Kate was relieved she was safely back to posing for the camera. She was truly dreading that her son was about to fuck her as she bent over the counter. Should that situation come how could she get away? Get away without upsetting him so much that he sends these photos to people she knew. She could not live knowing her friends and family had seen her humiliated like a whore. She trod a thin line. John was becoming more and more confident, and could see from the bulge in his jeans that this was a sexual thing for him, not just about getting her back for scorning him in the past. He did not mind forcing her to masturbate so what would stop him using her for more? Kate could only take it one step at a time. For now, she stroked her breasts and licked her chocolaty fingers at her son’s decree.
“Yeah that’s it you slut, eat it all up.” John said as he took more pictures. This continued until the chocolate was nearly all gone. Kate was about to finish, she had a little left by her nipple, and John grabbed her hand to stop her. He lowered his mouth himself and licked the last sweet bits off. He licked around her erect nipple collecting up the chocolate, and flicked it with his wet tongue until Kate spoke.
“I think you got it all.”
John pulled his head back and looked at the shiny residue all that mixture had left. Flicking through the newly taken pictures, Kate wondered if he wanted more like last time.
“Is that all?” She asked. John took a minute to respond as he reviewed his work.
“Yeah.” He finally replied. Kate sighed relief under her breath. She crossed her arms and stared at John.
“I’m going to store these.” John said. “Finish the cake, we can eat it later.”
“Aren’t I allowed a shower? His mother demanded.
“Sure,” He replied, “after you’re finished.” John made his way upstairs. Kate put her head in her hands, finally able to express her pain. She stood motionless, feeling the stickiness from her hands transfer to her face. Kate jumped as she heard John shout from the top of the stairs;
“And don’t take too long!” Kate tried to settle herself quickly. She didn’t want her son to think he had gotten to her. After retrieving her underwear from the floor she pulled an old shirt from the laundry and put it on, ready to finish John’s cake.
John was well into storing the new photos on his computer. He checked the message board thread he’d made earlier, with his mom’s real name, although still only in her underwear. Responses were good, people using derogatory and offensive terms to compliment his mother’s body;
‘So hot. More Kate plz!’
‘That bitch has a smoking body. And those tits omg’
‘I wanna blow my load in that bitch. So good looking. Any nudity?’
‘One of my new favs. I’d fuck her so hard she’d go through the wall’
Some of the replies made him laugh, but they all claimed loved for her pretty face, shapely curves and gorgeous tits. John saw many posts requesting nude shots of her. So far he had only put up ones of her soaked and clothed or in her underwear. He was so pleased with all the internet perverts’ love for her that he did not even think before uploading more sets. It did not take long to put up the photos of her naked in the apron, and masturbating in her bikini. There was not much going back now. John had exposed his mother at her most intimate to the mass perverseness of the internet. He was making a name for her. He would get her a following of nerds and geeks who wanted to see her do more and more. To be put in filthier and more compromising situations. Within a minute or two the new threads had replies. Someone had commented on her masturbation photos in the garden
‘Man she’s so horny. She do hardcore?’
John knew something like that might get asked but decided not to answer. In any case, he was supposedly just the guy posting the images. No one knew he was the blackmailing son. Another reply soon appeared;
‘I wanna bury my dick in that pussy’
John felt that same tingle of power as he read these comments. Knowing he was breaking taboo, degrading his own mom in such a way, whoring her out to faceless guys around the world. He loved it.
Kate could be heard creaking up the stairs and entering the bathroom. Looking through the crack of his door John just caught a flash of her leg as she disappeared inside. John was amazingly horny, he had not relieved himself since gaining control of his mom. He waited a few moments until he heard the water running and the rattle of the shower door, knowing she was inside. Creeping down the hallway, he nudged the door open and entered. The room was filled with steam, it was hard to see anything more than a foot in front of him. There was a spotlight above the shower, so John could make out the outlines and shadows of his mother’s body. Even in silhouette she made his dick hurt. He watched her shadow as she sponged and soaped herself. John was drawn to her like a hungry wolf to a gazelle. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and slipped his jeans off his legs. His cock pushed far out the fly hole in his boxer shorts, but John also removed those. He stood completely naked with a thick and raging hard on, just feet from his showering mother who had no idea of his presence.
Kate continued to soap her chest in effort to be rid of the stickiness. She scrubbed with a sponge charged with soap creating a rich lava all over her body. The shower was a large one with a sliding door, easily big enough for two people. Kate did not notice the door opening, John taking extra care to be quiet. The steam was so thick she could not even see everything inside the cubicle, such as John stepping inside. He took less care to shut the door once he was in, sliding it across with force so it made the rattling noise his mom knew well. Kate turned suddenly.
“John!?” She yelped. As she turned she saw him standing there, entirely naked, sporting a raging hard on. Her eyes widened like a rabbit in headlights.
“Do you want me to pose again?” She asked timidly, “Where’s your camera?”
“No photos his time.” He stated. Moving toward her he put his hands on her chest and rubbed the soap around her body, around her breasts and down her back, grabbing full handfuls of her fleshy ass. John moved his body closer and Kate felt his erection against her thigh. His dick was so hot, it felt warmer than the shower against her leg. John continued to grab and grope and massage his mom’s curves.
“This is too fucking far, John.” She protested. Hands found their way over her body. He ran his fingers down her stomach and hips to squeeze her thigh and ran them back up over her bottom and up her back.
“I don’t care if you send those pictures out. This is too much.” She reiterated. Trying to push him away, she made for the shower door. John held her hand and pulled her back.
“Let go you bastard!” She yelled. She beat her fist on his chest, but it made no difference. John pulled her tightly towards him, hip to hip. His hard on pushed down between her slippery thighs. Kate still felt the intense heat of it. With one hand firmly on the small of her back he used to other to pick a bottle of soap and squirt it over his mom’s bust. He rubbed the gel into her skin as before. Kate let out the occasional vent of anger, such as a small scream or shout and kicked her legs. John’s hands were once again charged with this thick lava of soap. Moving his hand down her stomach and pelvis he began exploring her public hair. Kate became more frantic in her protest, yelling and screaming and kicking a fighting. John used greater force, pushing his hand down further until he felt the swollen lips of her pussy. He dragged his fingers along them, enjoying the texture of her intimate skin made slippery by the soap.
“No John, no!” Kate shouted, “Don’t go any further!” Keeping one hand tightly around her back, John began moving his fingers back and forth over Kate’s vagina. The gel allowed him to do this smoothly, like she was an oiled machine.
“Stop! Stop!” His mother yelled at the top of her lungs. John applied greater pressure while rubbing her pussy. The tips of his fingers began to enter her warmness. Kate arched forward, breathing frantically. He moved his hand in circular motions, sliding his fingers along her vaginal lips, and teasingly playing with her clit. John found he had to use less force to keep his mother still now. With his free hand he slapped her butt, just to affirm his authority.
“Get your hands off of me.” Kate spoke more quietly now. John forced two slippery fingers into her pussy. He pushed them in up to the knuckle and pulled out within a second. His fingers went back to tease her clit, the soap still lubricating her well. Kate fell onto his body, giving a low moan as she did so. She had one hand on his chest, digging her nails slightly into his skin. Her other armed wrapped itself around his. John pushed his fingers back inside her, wiggling them a little when they were all the way in, then pulling them out again. He divided his time finger fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Kate moved her arms around his neck and hugged on tightly. She pushed her open mouth against his shoulder, and parted her legs a little more.
“You like this, you bitch?” He asked. Kate bit into his shoulder. He gained speed as he shoved his fingers up her snatch, pushing them in with force until he heard his mother panting next to his ear. His cock remained solid, knowing his mother no longer resisted.
“Yeah?” John spoke, “You love this don’t you, you slut.”
“Fuck you.” Kate whispered. John continued pumping his fingers into her with ferocity. Kate whimpered harder, her breathing getting faster.
“That’s it. Love it. Melt over my fingers, cunt.” He coaxed her on.
“Agh!” She let out. “Fuck you!” Kate shut her eyes and bit her lip. She made loud grunts and gasps which echoed around the bathroom. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead and back, enticed on by the thick steam. Kate’s knees bent and she threw her head back, mouth wide open letting out a long agonising moan. She drowned out the sound of the shower splashing the tile floor. John’s fingers were in a flurry going in and out of her sopping pussy, pulling out for brief seconds to rub her clit and shoving them back in. Kate rocked her body on her son’s hand. Her legs gave way from the intensity of the feeling. John stopped her falling and slowly helped lower her, fingers still deep and working the walls of her vagina. He felt warm juices running down his hand, hotter than the soapy lava from the gel. Her pussy contracted and released around his fingers as she dug her fingers into him. John lowered her with himself to the floor of the shower.
“I knew it, you slut.” John smirked as he pulled his fingers from her excited cunt. Kate sat leaning against the wall of the shower with legs bent in front of her, water cascading down her body and sultry eyes. She took deep breaths trying to recover. John sat opposite, legs bent. Kate saw his erection still throbbing, standing proud in the steam.
“Now it’s your turn.” He said. Kate moved her arms in front of her, slumping and inhaling.
“No John, that didn’t mean a thing.”
“Come here.” He ordered, stretching his hand toward hers.
“That was rape.” She insisted.
“Don’t act like you didn’t love it.” John pushed himself forward and grabbed Kate by the arm. Kate turned her head, despising herself. Leaning back, he pulled her back with him, and rested his back against the wall again. Kate was positioned kneeling between his open legs, erection pointing up at her. She stared at his penis hard and throbbing, then up into his eyes.
“Please John.” She whimpered, “Please don’t do this.” John put a hand on each of her shoulders, pushing her down. She didn’t lose eye contact with him.
“Don’t do this.” She pleaded. John continued to slowly push her head between his legs. Kate barely resisted, just desperately trying to appeal to his conscience. His cock was right in front of her face now.
“You don’t want this, John.” Her final plea sounded.
“Open your mouth.” He ordered.
“No!” She defied him. John looked at her trembling face for a few moments.
“Mom,” He started, “You’re going to do this. I already told you I’ve lost all respect for you, and think of the things you’ve already done in front of me. You’re nothing but a whore in my eyes now.” Kate began to cry, single tears falling from each of her eyes. “Plus I’m the only one who’s seen you do these things, and it can stay that way if you want it to. You know I won’t think twice about showing the pictures to everyone you know.” Kate’s face was red, angry and upset, eyes puffy with crying.
“Open your fucking mouth.” John once again commanded. His mother exhaled loudly, only just having caught her breath back. She swallowed a lump in her throat, then opened her mouth as her son has asked her to. John kept one hand on her shoulder, putting the other on the back of her head, and guided her mouth down over his cock and watched it disappear.
“Relax your mouth.” He told her. Kate’s lips and mouth closed around his ridged dick. John pinched her shoulder, expressing his pleasure as he felt the soft moistness of her mouth. He voiced a soft groan as her warm tongue settled against the bottom of his shaft. John pulled her head tighter towards him, burying his entire length inside her mouth. Kate pulled back, murmuring. Letting go of her head, John watched as she pulled away from him and choked a little.
“No so rough.” She coughed. John laughed. Placing his hand back on her head he shoved his cock back into her wet mouth, all the way to the hilt. Kate pulled back again, but John would only allow her to withdraw to his head before shoving himself deep inside again. He moved his hips up and down as well as pulling his mother’s head back and forth. He gripped her head tightly while her fucked her face, making sure he was in control of the rhythm. Slumping down the wall a little, he laid slightly flatter in the shower. Kate moved back, the still running shower fell down over her back and shoulders. John spent the next few minutes thrusting up into her mouth. Kate felt his cock twitching against her tongue and cheeks as he became more excited. Placing both hands on the back of her head, John pushed her head down with greater force than before, and shoved his hips faster. Kate looked up at his face. His head was tilted back, grunting and huffing. Suddenly he slowed down. His hips bucked less and he made one long, slow, powerful tug on his mother’s head making sure he crammed his whole member into her up to the balls. Kate prepared herself, knowing what she was about to receive.
“Arrgghhh!” John groaned. He looked down at his mom’s face, who kept eye contact with him. The sight of his penis disappearing into her mouth spurred him on as he unleashed his cum.
“Yeah that’s it you fucking cunt!” He howled, spurting streams of cum into her mouth. He felt her tongue quivering as it became layered his spunk.
“Such a whore! A fucking whore!” He yelled. Kate tried murmuring something, muted by his dick. John shot powerful loads deep against the back of her throat
“Swallow it. Swallow the lot!” John commanded, beginning to move her head back and forth again. Kate gulped it down. There was so much, she felt like she was chugging it. Her mouth tightened as she did so, sending John into further levels of pleasure. She was milking his cock of its semen.
“Argh, uurgh!” He yelped, staring down into her eyes. “You know all the tricks, you fucking filthy cunt.” Kate made loud murmurs still, unable to speak, taking the heavy load. Eventually the feelings of pleasure faded away, and John released the grip on his mother. She immediately pulled away, his dick flopping out covered in saliva.
“You fucking bastard!” Kate screamed. She used her hands to slap his chest and face. “You absolute shit! I Hate you! I Hate you!” John just sat there, a confident smile on his face as he watched his naked mother storm out of the shower and slam the door. He could not want this to be going any better.

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My teachers feet

This experience took place while I was in tenth grade I was 16 at the time
and becoming more and more aware of all female feet around me. I found
myself constantly staring at many girls feet in my classes and also a few of
my teachers as well. One teacher particularly always had me staring, her
name was Mrs. Kate O’conner. I’m not sure if she was Irish or not I think
she was for she did have naturally red hair and had an Irish toned looking
skin, I think she was in her late thirties. Anyway Mrs. O’conner had me
looking at her feet constantly for she almost always was dangling them that
would drive any person with a foot fetish crazy. It was almost as though she
teased me for she would never actually take her foot out of her shoe fully
just leaving it dangle on her toes before she wiggled it back on to her
foot. I had never seen her barefoot for she almost had on nylons and on a
few occasions would wear sneakers with white socks on. But from what I had
seen of her feet they were about a size 7, with wrinkled soles, and almost
never painted toes. Now as I said I had a tendency to look at her feet all
class and therefore I wouldn’t pay attention during her class at all and
started to do very poorly in her class. One day as class let out at the end
of the day we were all piling out the door when she grabbed my shoulder and
pulled me away. She sat me down at a she next to her desk and asked “hey
what is wrong? You’re doing very bad in my class and I just can’t figure out
why. You’re a very bright student it just seems that you don’t pay attention
and are always day dreaming.” She said this to me as she showed me the
grades which I had recently received in that class all failing or close to
it.”Well you see Mrs. O’conner I just always get distracted in class I can’t
really help it” I answered to her. She replied “well is it one of the people
near you is it something in the class that I can move or put down?” I just
looked down and said “no ma ‘am in all honesty it’s you that’s been
distracting me.” She said looking rather puzzled “what is it about me that’s
distracting you is it the color clothes I wear or the pins I wear or
something of that nature. Because I can wear different things if it’s
interfering with your education.” I answered “no it’s nothing as simple as
that.” She again looking very puzzled now and pushed on saying “well what is
it then because at the way you’re going you’ll fail and have to go to
summer school.” I just looked away slight and said “well Mrs. O’conner it’s
your feet that are distracting me… I can’t help it they’re very nice
looking and I just can’t help but stare,” ” Oh” was the only response she
said. After a few minutes of silence she said “Well I think I can fix that,
you’re dismissed I’ll see you tomorrow.” I left rather lost as to what
she was getting to, I went home that day and couldn’t help but wonder what
she was talking about. I spent almost all of that night either dreaming
about her feet or thinking about what she could have meant. I finally
decided I would find out tomorrow and thought I had best get some sleep. I
certainly did find out, the next day when I walked into her class instead of
sneakers or pumps she was wearing knee high leather boots. All that class it
killed me because she never once even made an attempt to slip those boots
off. That day she looked a couple of times my way and smiled at me as she
saw that I kept on staring at her boots as though I was trying to burn a
hole through them. As the class went on my thoughts started drifting from
seeing her feet to smelling her feet, I figured that with being in those
boots her feet must be sweating up a storm. For the rest of the class I kept
on daydreaming of having my nose between those hot sweat soaked toes of
hers. From that day on though she started to wear those boots or another
pair of boots and every day I found myself daydreaming. Finally after two
weeks of this at the end of school again she pulled me over to the side as
the rest of the class walked out the door pushing and shoving trying to get
out as fast as they could. She sat me down next to her desk again and said
” I just don’t know what to do with you! I started to wear these boots
because you said it was my feet that were distracting you and yet your
grades haven’t improved since I started wearing them. If anything they’ve
only worsen, why is this?” I decided that I might as well answer her
truthfully since she already knew I liked her feet and said “Well Mrs.
O’conner it is true that you took my visuals away but my mind is a powerful
instrument. I found myself thinking instead of how your feet look like, how
much your feet must be sweating in those boots and how hot and smelly your
feet must get being in those boots all day. I found myself daydreaming about
smelling those feet for myself and feeling the hot moisture upon my face.”
She shook her head saying under her breath “I can’t believe this.” She then
looked up at me and said “OK I have a deal for you. For every grade
that is 90 or above I’ll let you smell my feet for five minutes. Each time
you get 90 or above you’ll be able to smell my feet for five more minutes in
then the last time so the first time you can smell them for five minutes,
the second time ten minutes, the third time 15 minutes, and so on. Do we
have a deal?” I couldn’t believe my hears had I just heard my teacher tell
me she’d let me smell her feet in exchange for me getting good grades? I
immediately answered “you got a deal Mrs. O’conner you better be ready
because I’m going to be getting 90 and above from now on. I was good to my
word because I started to really pay attention in class even though she did
continue to wear boots and my mind would start to drift I would quickly make
sure I brought myself back to reality. Within three days of making the deal
I got my first test paper back find that it was a 90 exactly. Right next to
the grade was written “see me at the end of the day for your reward” with a
winking smiley face next to it. I was so excited for that school day to end
even though I sadly had to go through a few more class periods. So I sat
there watching the clock for all my classes watching the time slowly tick
past. Finally at three o’clock the bell rung which meant freedom for the
rest of the kids but for me it meant having Mrs.O’conner’s feet in my face!
I didn’t even stop at my locker but instead I ran straight to Mrs. O’conners
room and got there just as the last kid from her previous class left. I
walked in and saw her sitting at her desk smiling at me as she saw me walk
through the door. She motioned for me to close the door quickly and put a
desk in front of the door which I did as fast as possible next she turned
her chair so that she was sitting in front of me. I knelt down and with
trembling hands grabbed the zipper on the boot of her left foot and slowly
started to unzip it. Once I pulled of her boot I was hit with an intense
foot smell something between rubber mixed with vinegar but not in a bad way
but an extremely satisfying way. She still had one nylons and I couldn’t see
her foot still but it was the first time I had seen her toes completely and
found out that she had rather long skinny toes. As I knelt there before her
nyloned foot and lifted her foot from my hand and placed it smack onto my
face. Instantly I felt as though I had just jumped into a pool face first
with as wet as her foot was. I took in my first deep sniff of her feet and I
was blown away, the smell I got when I first pulled off her boots could
never have prepared me for the lustful smell of her foot fully blown. It
seemed as though I had only taken my first sniff when she pulled her foot
away from me and put it back in her boot and started to pack up her stuff to
leave. I looked and saw that five minutes had indeed pass but it was enough,
I stood up grabbed my bag and before I left I said “that wasn’t nearly
enough time you can bet that I’ll keep getting 90’s and above.” She just
smiled and replied “I’m looking forward to it. A week after that I got my
second test grade to see that it was actually a 95! Lucky for me that was
the day I had her last period so no waiting and within minutes of receiving
my grade I was on my knees in front of her feet again. This time she started
to take her boot off of her left foot and then took the boot of her right
foot and said “since you got above a 90 I decided that you could try
smelling both if you wanted to.” I just sat there with a huge grin on my
face as she place both her sizzling hot feet upon my face. The smell was
even more intense with two feet, I sniffed her feet like mad trying to pull
in as much of their smell as possible. Within was seemed like a minute she
pulled her feet away from my face and put them back in her boots. She stood
up and said “Well I hope to have you for 15 minutes next week” and with that
she walked out of the room turning out the lights. Sure enough the next week
I got a 90 and the next week another 90 and for next three weeks after I got
90’s until I was staying there smelling her feet for 35 minutes. But then
the week came in which I got a 100 which meant that today I’d be at her feet
for 40 minutes! But instead of the regular “see me at the end of the day for
your reward” written beside my grade it said “I’m so proud of you see me at
the end of the day for your reward and also a special prize!” Though what
irony was the fact that I had her first period that day so I sat for the
rest of the school day itching for it to end and find out what was this
special prize. 2:59:50, 2:59:55, and finally 3:00 came across the clock and
the second hand ticked onto that twelve I bolted out the door. I got to her
room so fast that I actually had to wait for almost all of her previous
class to get out. Finally they all left and I ran in closing the door behind
me and quickly placing my chair and there I was in a heartbeat down at her
booted feet. She giggled at my speediness of getting there but didn’t keep
me in suspense as she took off her boots. She then place them on my face and
told me that I could start and that my special reward would come half way
through. Well, even though I really did want to smell her feet those twenty
minutes seemed to go by so slowly. I tried to savor the smell but found it
hard to enjoy it when my mind was going a thousand miles an hour trying to
figure out what the special reward was. After those seemingly forever twenty
minutes went by see took her feet off my face which allowed me to see I
looked up and saw her hands move up under and skirt and start to pull at
something. As I watched, my mouth almost fell open when I realized she was
taking of her nylons and that I’d FINALLY get to see her barefoot. No sooner
had I thought it did it happen and I finally saw her drool worthy feet,
drool worthy if not much more besides that as well! There were her perfectly
white feet, nonpainted toes, slightly pink soles and with her right foot
have a freckle right in the middle of it. I knelt there in awe as those feet
came and land upon my face I sat there for a minute not knowing how to
react, I then heard her say “you can start smelling them now if you want.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice I buried my noes into those feet and
started smelling like I was desperate for air. Sadly the last twenty minutes
went by a little too fast for my liking and I felt her feet being lifted off
my face. I then saw her stick her barefoot back into those prisons called
boots, “seeing them bare was just the first part of the special reward here
is the second part” she said as she handed me her nylons. She then leaned
down and whispered in hushed tone “I haven’t washed those in about two weeks
so they should be good.” With that she gave me a wink and walked out the
door. Again leaving me in awe as I held those precious nylons in my hands
and close to my breast. That was the last time I ever got to smell her
actual feet because the next day she got into and accident that made her
have to take the rest of the school year off. She came back the next year
but I didn’t get her those anytime I had her for a study hall teacher she
would always slip her shoes and give me a little smile. Mrs.O’conner was the
best teacher I could have ever asked for!

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