Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

Sammy grinned. "What's with you, dude? You are acting like we have to clean a church or something."

I nodded. "I am distracted but you are right, I need to pay attention. Come back with me, I'll show you what we have to do."

I led Sammy back to the left bedroom and sure enough, the girls had gotten into the toys. Dannielle was on her knees, blindfolded, nude and tied. Her wrists were hooked by cuffs to the headboard, which she held onto with both hands. Her knees were tied with colored ribbons and pulled forward, with like ribbons on her ankles pulling her feet back to the foot of the bed. The ribbons were pink and turned out to be flat straps. One wrapped around her waist. She was confined to the middle of the bed.

I nodded at the nude woman. "This is it." I said as casually I could with so little blood in my big head. I wondered where Ellen was. I presumed she was in the WC.

"I see." Sammy muttered. He looked at me like I had spit on his car. "You need help? Really?"

I gestured at the bed. "Sammy, I needed a little help with this woman and another one and I thought of you."

"Uh huh. I only see one."

"There is another around here somewhere."

"I see." Sammy said, eying Mrs. Bickerstaff. "You lost her? Jesus Crackers, Sonny. Are you fucking kidding me? You can't lead a guy into a room and...what the hell is going on here?" He seemed agitated but one hand kept correcting his crotch. He protested too much for me to give it much thought.

I wondered if he knew who he was looking at. She did not respond to us, which I thought was a little odd. I thought she was just being shy. "You don't have to..." I began.

"Hey, no, you don't understand my hesitation." He chuckled. "I guess I am just surprised. My mom," he glanced at the nude woman shackled to the bed. "She led me to understand you were in need of an extra hand, not an extra cock." He shook her head. "Did she know, er, what you wanted?"

I grinned and nodded.

"That bitch. Shit she is always fucking with me. She keeps asking if she should ask Aunt Melissa to come visit. Makes me crazy." He grinned that shit eating grin of his. "But I guess I make her plenty crazy too."

"You should get her to have Melissa back for a return engagement." I spoke, thinking immediately of Sam. My head swam.

Sammy nodded enthusiastically. "Mom always says that is up to you. So you be the one to make that happen, buddy!"

I nodded. I walked around the far side of the bed, aware that the shower had started running, locating Ellen. I cupped one of Dannielle's breasts and her head turned. I realized earbuds blocked her ears so she did not hear us. Her cell phone was on the bed under her head, playing a play list. I squeezed her breast and she groaned, pressing her torso down against my cupped hand.

Sammy, never shy moved up on the other side of the bed and cupped her other breast. Dannielle's head jerked, facing her covered eyes the other direction, away from me, aware from the proximity that the other cock was present. She mumbled into the gag in her mouth, a sound that ended up deep in her throat. A blindfold held two white pads of cotton in place over her eyes. No way she could see or hear us. But she did feel the two different hands on her breasts. I laid a hand on her ass, making three. If she could count she could count to two cocks. I massaged her tit and ass at once. She dropped her head and groaned into the gag.

Sammy grinned and put his hand on her ass from the other side. Together we massaged her fabulous breasts while holding her by the ass. She groaned into the gag dropping her head between her extended arms that were hooked to the headboard, twisting her ass as we squeezed and rubbed it. That moment, in that very instant, she realized the thing she had requested was right there beside her and the whole concept seemed to flash through her. She guttered into the gag, flexing and relaxing her ass and pulling against the restraints on her legs.

At that moment the shower stopped. A moment later Ellen appeared, swathed in the big bulky white robe. Sammy and I both looked over at her appearing guilty as hell. Neither of us removed our hands from Dannielle's great breasts. Dannielle arched her back, pressing her tits into our hands while we both massaged ass and tit.

"Hello."

I grinned, this next moment was going to be priceless. The shower had quieted and I knew Ellen would be arriving soon. "This is Ellen Collier. Ellen, this is Sammy Honeywell." Oh was I right! Ellen's face registered the last name and she blanched. It was hilarious to see someone naked look so shocked.

"No shit? Honeywell?" She said then glanced at Sammy, the guilt was on her face now. "Is, is this any relation to Missus, er, Alissa Honeywell?"

I nodded. "Her son." I said.

Ellen lifted her chin and dropped it. "Oh, of course. Pleased, pleased to meet you."

Sammy, never very sensitive to awkwardness since he rarely experienced it himself and so did not recognize it in others, said, "Are we are going to double-team you too, or just this one?" I had not said a thing so about the help I needed so this question was Sammy filling in the blanks, so to speak, or thinking about filling in the blanks.

Ellen glanced at me. "We flipped a coin." She said. "She goes first."

I was impressed with her poise. She did not even blink. I looked at Sammy. "Ass or pussy?"

He grinned. "How about pussy then ass? I need to get warmed up." Then he looked at Ellen. "You work with my Mom, really?"

Ellen got that 'caught' look in her eyes again. She nodded.

He looked over at me, something glittering in his eyes. "Mom, she mentioned you the other day. Said, said she was happy to have you...working for her. Now I see why." He gestured at the naked woman. "Who's this?"

We all stood there looking at each other while Dannielle wagged her head side to side, obviously wondering what was happening. We had both released her tits by then and she was wondering what happened to the hands on her.

"So? Are you here to watch or are you...wait! You flipped a coin? Was that for doing it or just going second?" Sammy's face was so funny as the additional idea bounced through his mind.

Ellen looked at me. "I told you. We flipped for second." She said, her voice suddenly tensing more. Sammy wasn't tracking real well. "You aren't one of those little guys with a kick stand are you? A cock the hangs down to your knees?"

Sammy sobered and stared at the woman for a while, attenuating the moment. "No." He said distinctly. "Disappointed?"

Ellen's gaze never wavered. "No. Look at me. Relieved more like it." The nude woman and Sammy stared each other down for what seemed like a long time. Sammy finally cracked and looked away, then at me. He grinned and looked back at Ellen. "How about a blow job, just to drain the pipes a little before I do your friend here?" Sammy said. What a fucking charmer, I thought.

"What a charmer you are." Ellen said with a smirk.

She surprised me by walking over to Sammy, she unbuckled his belt and shucked his pants off his narrow ass. "Honeywell? You do look like your father." She said.

At that precious moment, my phone rang. I answered it.

"Sonny."

Shit. It was Sam Honeywell. I stared at my phone, unwilling to think this was a coincidence. They do happen, though so I wasn't jumping to any conclusions. Ellen was licking her lips as she worked Sammy's pants down over his cock arch. Neither of them noticed my phone ring. I didn't say anything to Sam, watching Ellen work to unleash Sammy's cock. I stalled till Ellen kissed the bullet end and then sucked him into her mouth. Sammy growled. "I like this girl!"

"Sonny? Are you there?"

I moved off into the living room. "Hi Sam. What's up?" I asked, surprised by his call and stalling to regain my balance.

"Is, uh, is Sammy there. With you, I mean? I called Alissa when Sammy didn't answer his phone. I was going to take him out for lunch. She said he was with you."

Unless he called Sammy in the last few minutes, Sammy must have known his father was calling. Perhaps he just ignored him. I guess that made sense, given what he was getting right now.

"Well? Is he?" Sam asked.

I saw the difficulty. I liked to suffer the truth rather than suffer from lies. "Well, yeah, he is. Ellen is blowing him in the other room. We are about to do Mrs. Bickerstaff."

"No shit!" Sam growled. "I mean, no kidding!"

"No kidding."

"Mrs. Bickerstaff? Really?"

"What happened to your blond?" I was searching for a distraction, a way to change the subject. Having Sammy here getting blown while I was talking to his father in the phone made me feel nervous for some reason. Can't imagine why.

"She had a prior engagement. I had some business to take care of. Listen, what you said, was it for real? I mean about Melissa?"

I had to slow him down a bit. "What do you think Alissa would think?"

"What do I care?"

Not the response I expected. "You don't care?"

"I haven't been there for nearly a year. Don't let her get pissed at you, she never lets it go. One little slip and I am personna non grata between her legs."

I doubted it was one little slip. More like a dozen, if I understood the meaning of an apartment. "Do you want to talk to Sammy?"

"No. No. Far be it from me to interrupt him getting his knob shined. I'll, I'll talk to him another time. Have fun."

I decided to test a theory. "You downstairs, Sam?" I asked.

Silence. Finally he answered. "Uh huh." More silence. I waited. "I saw Sammy's car in the garage. Hard to miss that beast."

"Uh huh." I said. "Leaving or returning?"

"Coming back. Mrs. Er, the blond is supposed to be back later this afternoon."

"Well. I'll see you around." He remained on the line.

"Why did you call back, Mr. Honeywell?" I asked dryly.

"I, well, I thought...honestly, Sonny?"

"Yeah, honestly. The best policy and all that."

"I thought maybe you'd share one of them."

I chuckled. The bird is flushed.

"Mr. Honeywell, I thought you had business to take care of or something."

He hesitated. "Yeah, I always say that. I, she, my blond had to go and I do have to leave till this evening. I got to thinking about your, uh, proposal."

"Your sister-in-law?" I offered, helping but not too much.

"Melissa, yeah. I, well, I was thinking that if, if she wants to do the father and son thing with us, well, Sammy and I, we should have a shot at doing a woman together. It, it can be tricky, technically speaking and I cannot imagine..."

Uh oh, I thought.

"Sonny..." Sam Honeywell stalled.

I decided to head him off. "Sam, Mr. Honeywell, don't ask unless you want to know."

He hesitated. "You, you said he did Alissa and Melissa?" He could not keep the incredulity out of his voice.

I had not wish to persuade him of anything. "I did."

"Together?"

"You'd have to ask them." I dodged and happy about it.

Silence. "Sonny, listen, I was thinking that you had two women there, maybe you would care to share. You know, let Sammy and I do one together. You pick."

Generous guy, I thought. Offering to share my lovers with me. I almost snarked but didn't. "I think you have the wrong idea about me and Ms. Collier and Mrs. Bickerstaff. I can't just offer them up to someone else." I almost told him he was too late. Had he called before I called Sammy in for a consultation, he might have been in luck. I wanted to know if he was a knucklehead in the sack or not. I wasn't going to offer him anything unless he liked to watch a woman thrash through an orgasm as much as I did. Spit and go was not my style.

"I was just thinking, you know, making a suggestion. You know, about a practice run, with Sammy..." His voice tailed off. "You know. What you said."

"I didn't say anything about sharing a woman with him. I think that was all your idea." I hesitated and added, "Not a bad one really."

He waited, avoiding cajoling or other persuasion. I liked his style, just ask and wait for the answer. It told me my answer mattered to him. That was reassuring, if not a little fantastic. Adults rarely took me seriously, which is odd because by most measures, I am an adult. I still felt like a kid talking to an older man like this though. I swallowed that thought. I had to buck up or in my experience, Sam would run roughshod right over my teeth. Sid was different because I had my life at risk but even then, I did okay with him. Sam, though, he had known me since I was a little shaver. I cast about for a way to get our new relationship properly arranged. I had flash and went with it.

"Sam, I have no problem sharing but, you need to have something to trade. Get that? That blond was hot."

He laughed. "She was hot...hey! What are you suggesting?"

I said it plainly. "If you want to get some of what I am getting, you need to have something to trade."

He snorted. "You telling me you can trade your pussy? Just like that?"

I let the question dangle for a moment. Sammy was hollering through his first orgasm in the bedroom. "I can't just give it away to someone like you, Sam. That makes them look cheap. But if I trade up...they might understand, it might go over a little better."

"How am I ever going to do Melissa with Sammy if I don't get a shot with someone else first?"

There. That was the question. I knew the answer. I wondered if Sam Honeywell did. "Sam, I may be all fouled up but my guess is that would be much more likely if you had a chance of getting back with your wife. What do you think?"

Silence. Then he said the damnedest thing. "I never thought of that. Do you think that is possible?" He was silent for a could moments. "You, you have been doing Alissa, what do you think?"

I was so discombobulated with his question I was dumbfounded, blank-minded and stuttering like I forgot how to speak English as a second language. Finally I managed a response. "Uh, there's always a chance."

"And Melissa? A chance with her?"

The guy had been panting after his sister-in-law forever, I figured. She certainly had tortured him plenty with her teasing. "I might be able to arrange that, you know, if it got right down to it. Since I have some control of your wife, with some inducement, I might be willing to arrange for your wife to fuck you...well, that might be pushing it. I might be able to arrange for you to fuck her again, though." My mind was churning. I felt like Tinker Bell, no, Cupid—the dude with the Valentine's arrows. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Ellen walk out of the bedroom, wiping her mouth with a wash cloth. She sauntered to the bar and poured herself a drink and downed it. She was completely nude, except for a pair of high heels she did not wear into the apartment. She must have stored them here someplace.

"Alissa? You could do that?"

"Who did you screw to piss her off in the first place?"

Silence.

"You'd have to be able to trade her to me, whoever it was." I thought a moment, watching Ellen sipping her drink, gazing at me. She had put on makeup, her lashes were thick with mascara that gave her a baleful, voracious appearance, with the close-cropped helmet of red hair. Her nipples were protruding. Her ass looked awesome with the heels. I had a flash of penetrating her ass but Sammy had called 'ass' but just the idea of this small woman pinned between us sizzled through me. My cock, dozing while I talked to Sam, woke up. Ellen saw my reaction to her appearance and I caught her grinning with private satisfaction.

"I don't know if that would be possible." Sam said finally. "You drive a hard bargain."

"Hard." I snickered. I could not help myself. I know it was juvenile but I just couldn't help it. I was terribly nervous, talking to Alissa's husband and Sammy's dad while he was in screwing Dannielle, or playing pinochle or whatever they were doing in there. The noises were indistinct and muffled. Ellen eyed me, sipping her bourbon.

"Quit it, Duncan. This is har...difficult."

I waited, leaving the silence in disturbed.

Finally Sam Honeywell said, "Oh, I get it. You want the blond, don't you?"

"Busted. Why wouldn't I?"

"I can't just trade her around like that. She is not like that. It is more likely she would trade me than me doing it. It isn't like that."

I nodded. "Now you get my point, I think. These things are not that simple."

More silence. "Did Sammy really do Alissa?" He asked finally.

I pondered how or if I should answer that question. I was operating on the assumption that if Melissa liked the idea of doing Sam and Sammy, it would be just as interesting to Alissa. Now, confronted with his interest, I was suddenly unsure of myself. I needed to dodge out of this. This all happened pretty spontaneously and I was not at all sure I knew what I was doing. I suddenly feared it would stretch my control of Alissa out of shape; the key to control of a sex slave seems to be to be sure you are always telling her to do what she wants to do and never vary far from that. "I, I was just thinking about the blond, Sam, but I am not kidding. I know Melissa would fuck you or I could get her to if you wanted."

"I lied. I do care what Alissa would think. They, they have a competitive relationship."

"I know, I figured that out. Sam, if you fucked Melissa, isn't it possible that might make Alissa want you back?" I am such a romantic.

"Or she might want my nuts on a toothpick."

"Think she'd be all that fired up to skewer you for doing blonds if you caught her riding Sammy?"

"Holy shit, Sonny! What are you suggesting?"

"Balancing the scale a little maybe. I don't know. It might be worth considering. But Sam, if you want a trial run, you need to have something to put in the pot."

I could feel Sam's struggle. "You don't make this easy, Mr. Duncan."

"Think about it. You have my number." I said.

"Yeah. I do." Sam said. He was silent again. "So? No chance today?"

I chuckled, relieved a little to be able to tell him no. "Not today. Not with these two women. This is mostly business...fun as hell but still business. I think your goal of keeping Bickerstaff and Kline off of Alissa and out of Alissa is doable."

"But you will be doing her?"

It sounded like a real question and I was in deep water. "Let's just say we have an understanding and I have some influence but I don't want to spend it all in one place or for one reason. I am hoping it will earn interest."

"If you don't use it, you mean? I get it. I shouldn't have asked. My other line is beeping, I gotta go." He clicked off.

I walked over to the bar and laid my phone on it. I ran my eyes over Ellen's body like I was caressing her. She closed her eyes and shivered like she could feel my gaze writhing over her skin.

"You going to go watch them?" Ellen asked.

I nodded, thinking about a drink but then deciding there was time enough for that later. I took her wrist between a thumb and forefinger and led her back into the bedroom. Sammy sat against the headboard of the bed, pillows behind his back against the brass bars, sitting between the nude woman's shackled arm. Dannielle had his cock in her mouth. She could not go down on him completely because her arms were stretched too widely to allow it but she had re-energized him. Sammy was erect when I arrived, Ellen in tow.

"Sonny, I am not even going to asks how you managed this. That girl, she can suck me anytime. I bet she could suck a peach through a garden hose and not even bruise it."

Ellen actually grinned. Smiling made her look like a different person, much younger and more innocent than she likely ever was. Nothing about sober-Ellen suggested innocence. The knowledge in her eyes made her exciting. Her eyes, however, were fixed on Sammy. She moved from behind me, stepping towards the bed where the nude woman sucked loudly. Dannielle, still isolated from the sensory world beyond her own body lavished attention on Sammy's cock. I think she understood this was a new cock, the second cock of her fantasy and she was showing it full and due appreciation and encouragement. I was forgotten but I only felt pride that Sammy was getting a little.