Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

I saw something in her eyes or heard something in her voice and she groaned as though she were exposed and knew it. I moved around her and knelt before her. She wore a conservative gray coat, a long brown skirt and a fine-weave sweater of some sort, that clung to her breasts. The coat was off her shoulders as though she wanted to show us her tits. She succeeded. She wore flats. I put a hand on her knee and ran it gently down her calf. She shivered as my hand ran down her hose encased leg. At her foot, I lifted her leg and carefully removed the flat shoe.

"Oh god." Alissa said.

Alissa always seemed to know what I was doing. She turned and lay down, face down on the desk. She put her hands behind her and unhooked the garter straps on each side of her ass, leaving two of each set of six dangling down her thighs. Then she stretched and arched her ass. "I am ready, Mr. Duncan." Her voice rattled in her throat, like ice covered twigs on a window pane.

I stood and slapped the shoe hard against my palm. The sole was soft leather. The sound made Mrs. Bickerstaff flinch, as though I had struck her and not my own hand. She looked up at me.

"What are going to to do to her?"

I reached out and with my left hand smoothed the backs my fingers across her delicate cheek. "Not your concern, Mrs. Bickerstaff. Just sit and watch. Mrs. Honeywell enjoys an audience, don't you Mrs. Honeywell?"

Alissa lifted her head and looked at me from over her outstretched arm. "I am yours, Sonny." Her voice rattled again. Her face disappeared between her elbows.

What a perfect response. Then I had a terrible flash of D. Debra Hamilton and I felt like I left my own body. For a moment, I felt the useful man in her capable control even while I stepped behind Alissa's bent form. Once again I felt the sensation of being both the hammer and the nail. It instructed me as to how to use Alissa to create her greatest pleasure.

I struck Alissa's ass with real force. The groan from her was heartfelt and deep, like a cracking oak after a horrible storm. The second stroke was louder and harder. Her flesh shook under the shoe.

"Oh my god." Dannielle whispered. "Please, no more. I cannot bear to see this." Her objection was flimsy and weak, her glistening brown eyes were transfixed on the prone woman stretched on the desk before her. "Please, I, I will do whatever you want."

I struck Alissa again and again. "Anything? Really, Mrs. Bickerstaff?" I struck Alissa's ass again, hard. It lifted and dropped, pulsing while I struck her several more times. Alissa was panting now, her breath wheezing as nearly the only sound in the room. Two or three more blows and she lifted her head and moaned.

"Oh god, Sonny, oh my loving lord!" She grunted as the shoe fell again.

"Oh please, don't, don't make me watch this." Mrs. Bickerstaff whispered. She jerked as her shoe hit the black ass again. Alissa's body shifted and her hips rose then hammered down in the perfect impression of copulation.

Mrs. Bickerstaff's gaze remained tangled in the scene unfolding within her arm's reach, even while her torso craned backwards as though trying to focus bi-focals she did not wear. "Oh, my goodness! Oh, she, she...I..."

I struck Alissa again and the black woman keened and her hips began to rise and fall steadily now. Several more strokes and she was whining and her body was shaking. I struck her twice more on each cheek and casually held the shoe before the white woman's face. She stared at it as though it were a strange artifact of unknown value.

I did not move. Dannielle finally looked from her shoe before her face up to me.

"Take it." I said.

She did, licking her lips as she did, holding it with both hands and clutching it to her shoulder, like it was a doll. I slowly unbuckled my belt and let my trousers open, all the while holding her gaze with mine. I pulled down my briefs, my hard cock appeared, stark and ready. Mrs. Bickerstaff licked her lips but her eyes did not move, though they welled and a tear ran down one, plumb cheek.

I moved in behind Alissa. The black woman arched her back and her ass lifted and parted. I entered her hard and fast, slamming hard and deep in one violent stroke.

Alissa screamed as I bottomed out in her smooth, very fluid pussy. Her body bucked and she screamed again but it throttled down into a gurgling. I pulled back and hammered into her, grinding deep into her till her ass cheeks were bunched between us. I gripped her by the waist and proceeded to pummel her. Each stroke rammed her forward onto the desk so as I pulled out of her squelching body, I had to pulled her back or risking damaging her on the edge of the desk. After a dozen or so strokes, Alissa bucked through another small orgasm, then as I pulled free of her clasping body, she moaned, pleading.

"Oh Sonny, no, no."

"Stand." I hissed. My breath ragged and tight in my chest. Something about this woman watching us wrenched me tense.

Alissa struggled to unfold herself from the desk. She turned. I helped her sit on the desk. She tipped back onto her hands, her still sheathed legs rose and bent, widening to welcome me back into her body. I put my hands under her knees and pulled her open and wide. I bent my knees till my cock touched her pussy and then I rammed her full once more.

"Oh sweet Christ! Oh my fucking god, Sonny. Fuck me!" Alissa growled as I penetrated her body once more. I lifted her legs and she tipped back further, her head fell backwards over her shoulders, exposing her neck and projecting her great breasts up towards me. Holding her by the thighs, my arms underneath her knees, I resumed fucking her. I pounded into her pussy till she groaned and her hips pulsed up at me. She tried to lay back but I grabbed her shoulders to keep her upright. This lifted her legs much higher, resting on my arms as I held her upright by the shoulders. I widened my arms and rammed her with my cock.

Alissa screamed and bucked into an incredible orgasm, her arms planted behind her, her legs high, close to her shoulders. I lowered my hands to her ass, letting her legs down. I pulled her to the edge of the desk. She struggled to lean into me, pressing her tits against me. I cinched us together and held us tightly. She was coming constantly now, her body finally responding fully to my usage of her till now. Or perhaps the brown eyes watching us affected her like it was affecting me. I wanted dear Mrs. Bickerstaff and I felt this to be my interview.

When Alissa was calm, I backed my cock out of her. Her legs lowered to the floor and she sat with her shoulders hunched and her eyes on the floor between us or on my cock.

"I think," I panted, "Clara stayed. Go get her. I want Mrs. Bickerstaff to know for certain what we have said is the truth."

Alissa stood and staggered to the door, yanking twice on it before her brain grasped that it was locked. She twisted the lock and staggered out, nearly nude, into the chilly outer office.

I turned to look at Mrs. Bickerstaff. Now, my pants were around my ankles, my cock was shiny with Honeywell cum and my heart hammered in my chest. I love cardio.

Mrs Bickerstaff stared at my cock.

"Mrs. Bickerstaff," I began but waited till her eyes shifted, with some apparent effort, up to meet mine, "we are going to go meet your husband. I have sent someone to find him and arrange it. To satisfy my understanding with Mr. Kingston, he must agree to surrender you to me. It will be completely up to him. If you go with me, you agree to whatever he decides to do with you. This is your chance to protect your investment in him. If you ignore it, ignore me, he will be out, out of this firm and likely disbarred and he, he will have less money than I have. Embezzling funds is a charge he would never recover from in his profession. So..." I heard the clack, clack, clack of Clara Swearington's five inch heels somewhere out in the office and then the sounds disappeared. I knew she was coming and I would be soon. I was so ready.

"By the time I come, you need to decide, go with me and have some expectation of keeping the lifestyle you have or skip it and risk losing everything." I had an idea but I did not know if it would work. I was curious to try it.

The door opened behind me.

"You called, Mr. Duncan?" Clara Swearington's voice chirped behind me.

I turned and showed her my cock. I was so gratified that she did not hesitate. The blond woman got immediately to her knees and opened her mouth. Alissa's state of undress surely tipped her off that we were not shuffling papers and she would not be taking dictation. I moved closer and bent a little to touch my cock head to her lips. Out came her long tongue and she licked my cock clean, no hands. She then sucked on the end and rose up, taking me deep into her mouth and then into her throat.

I was right. I was ready. The orgasm boiled up out of me as soon as her lips closed on my cock. She grunted and swallowed over and over again, the action massaging my cock as I pumped over and over into her mouth. Her hands never touched me.

Alissa was trapped behind her, watching her suck me empty.

"Oh my eyes." Dannielle whispered. "I have never seen a woman, a man, a woman do that, like that." Her voice was tremulous.

I pulled my cock free of Clara's mouth, she slurped the whole length and smacked her lips ostentatiously as they left the end of my cock. "That is how you suck cock, Mrs. Bickerstaff. Do that and Raymond will quit catting around on you, I promise." Clara tittered behind her words, pleased with herself for some reason.

I looked at Mrs. Bickerstaff but I don't think the words penetrated the daze she was in. Her eyes were not clear, shimmering with the liquid in them. I pulled up my briefs and covered my nice, clean cock. The image of this woman, nude, kept my cock hard so I pulled up my pants up very carefully, zipping them up with caution. Clara remained kneeling on the floor, sitting on her feet, her heels laying beside her.

"What time is it?" I asked no one in particular.

"Almost two." Alissa said. She stepped around Clara, went behind her desk and began to dress.

When I was all tucked up, I picked up my coat. "Happy New Year." I said. Clara looked up at me, her eyes glittering, all hope and invitation. "Mrs. Bickerstaff?"

"Where are we going?" She asked unsteadily. Her voice was thick but strong.

I had my answer. I left Ms. Swearington on the floor, disappointed and Alissa half-dressed. Neither spoke as I left with Dannielle Bickerstaff close behind. She had taken a taxi so she rode with me. I actually had to ask directions from her and she helped orient me but I eventually found parking in the light traffic. She was not familiar with The Narrow Avenue so we searched for it together. I could have used my phone but the woman's anxiety infused me and numbed my brain—that's my story and I'm sticking to it. The idea of declothing this woman tantalized and disturbed me. We found the place and on the sidewalk she took my hand.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, her eyes still limpid though the cold likely caused it now.

"I am going to give your husband an option." I said. "You have made your choice. Now it is up to him."

She licked her lips, staring intently into my eyes. "Kiss me. I want him to see my lipstick is smeared." Her voice was steady, assured.

I did, touching her lips with mine. When I straightened and opened my eyes, she shook her head.

"No. Not like that. Like you want me."

She seemed unaware that I did want her. I decided to clarify her status. I dropped her hand, slipped an arm around her lily wasp waist and gripped her shapely ass, splaying my fingers over its arch. With the other hand I cupped the back of her head and kissed her like I wanted her. Her whole body responded. The light flow of people swirled around us, like we were a reef in the ocean. When the kiss ended, my cock was reborn and she was panting. "Like that?" I asked. Her mouth had not opened so it was just the feel of her lips on mine that remained in my mind. She nodded slightly, wiping the back of her hands against her mouth. The lipstick was well smeared. With my arm still about her waist, I walked us into The Narrow Avenue.

It was a narrow room with a bar before the door and a line of tables against the opposite wall. Beyond the bar was space for a couple tables and two booths. In the farthest booth, I glimpsed Raymond Bickerstaff just before he saw his wife, my arm securely around her. He was so startled the look on his face had not changed by the time we arrived at the booth. I released Dannielle and scooted in next to Ellen Collier. Dannielle stood beside the table staring at Ellen.

I gestured to the other seat, "Sit down, Mrs. Bickerstaff." I said softly. That snapped her out of the reverie and she did, with Raymond scuttling over to the other end of the bench seat. She looked back and forth between Ellen and me.

"Who is this?" Dannielle said, fixing her eyes finally on Ellen.

I looked at Bickerstaff. "Care to make introductions?" His expression did not change and he said nothing. "No? Mrs. Bickerstaff, this is Ellen Collier, one of Raymond's mistresses, isn't that right, Mr. Bickerstaff?"

His eyes blinked several times and then he nodded, one sharp motion.

A waitress appeared and I ordered spinach dip, then thought better of the garlic and just got a soda. I was hungry though so I added fries. When the waitress was gone I looked at Bickerstaff. "Well, isn't this cozy? Bickerstaff, you have gotten yourself into a bit of a bind." I pulled the keys I had gotten from Ellen from my pocket and dropped then onto the table with a rattle. "See? They know about the apartment you and Kline have been using to screw your other women. Oh, if you want out of this with your skin, you need to keep Kline out of the loop or he will get your second chance and you, well, you'll just be toast, right? Right?" I knocked on the table. "Hello? Am I getting through? Are you reading me Major Tom?"

Finally the black man nodded. "I hear you." His voice was high, tinny and tense as a virgin sow.

"So. We are all here. I have discussed the situation with your wife here, and so I think all we need is your buy in and we can put this matter to rest."

"My buy in?" Bickerstaff mumbled.

"You, well, not you but Kline volunteered you to agree to the terms of getting the Kingston business. That was that you would provide me with your personal women. Well, not me exactly but Mr. Kingston and I am his representative in this situation. In exchange, Alissa Honeywell would not get rid of you and Peppers would get the Kingston business, right? So here we are with two of your women." I grinned with as much charm as I could with the knot in my throat. "So? Which will it be? Ellen or Dannielle? One of these must be fucked today, in your apartment. I have not been there yet but I expect it is nice. You strike me as having very good taste, if Ellen is any indication. So? What will it be?"

"What will what be?" Bickerstaff's voice was a little stronger.

"Which of these two women is going to leave with me? You know, to try out your toy box and what not, in the apartment I mean? I hear you have handcuffs and the like. I think Mrs. Bickerstaff would be very attractive, nude and cuffed on a bed, waiting to be fucked."

"You would not dare...!" Bickerstaff growled.

I nodded. "You are right, not unless you tell her to. It must be your choice. You have to decide. These are both women you are a, having relations with. Am I being too crude for your delicate sensibilities?" I barely hesitated. "One of them is going to introduce me to your apartment. Oh, by the way, I need your keys." I rattled the keys on the table "Fraud or maybe its actually embezzlement? You're the lawyer, I bet you know which. Anyway, if you ever use that apartment again, you will be indicted. I am pretty sure Alissa has all she needs to put you behind bars or at least off the bar and no one would question forfeiting your whole share of the practice in exchange for staying out of jail." I shrugged and then I did stall, turning my eyes to check Dannielle's reaction to my words. After a few moments I resumed. "It is up to you, if you want to keep the keys, we can have the locks changed after you are arrested." I rattled the keys again.

Bickerstaff was glaring at me. He was not a pretty man and for the life of me I could not imagine why women would...oh, right. Money and power are just as sexy as a pretty face, aren't they? What was I thinking?

Bickerstaff tipped over like a falling tower and fished keys out of his pocket and tossed them onto the table. I nodded and pocketed them. "This the only set? No, I am sure Kline has a few. Be sure to let Kline know the charade is up and he needs to bring us all his keys, I mean Alissa by 'we', there. Second thought, I think we'll handled the introduction of Mr. Kline to his new circumstances and I don't just mean a new office. I think Alissa will want some details so you can sign the apartment over to her, not the firm mind you, her. Part of the settlement to keep you out of jail and to get her on as senior partner. She'll work out the details but you will need to get her those details before the end of the year, which is, oh pretty soon. Sunday night, right?"

I was enjoying myself entirely too much.

"So the last thing is to decide which woman you want me to fuck now. Wife or mistress?" I waited but not long. "Speak up, Raymond. We are all waiting and I have to tell you, the tension is killing me."

Bickerstaff mumbled something.

"I beg your pardon? I did not hear."

"Take her. Ellen."

I nodded with a grim smile and took hold of Ellen's hand and pulled her a little closer. I detected no small eagerness in her as she shifted her lithe body against mine. If this worked out right, she'd be a shit load happier even than now. "Ellen it is."

"Fuck this. I have to pee." Ellen said. She looked up at me and waited, expecting me to stand up and let her out. I did not move. "I'll come back. I'll fuck you."

"I know you will." I returned. "Take off your panties, Ms. Collier. I think you need to demonstrate your willingness to fulfill your part of this arrangement."

"My part? What are you talking about. Forget about it. I have to pee." She stood up and without any difficulty clambered over me. She took particular care to press her ass into my face as she walked over me, stepping on the bench seat of the booth to get out. People stared.

When she was gone, I looked at Mrs. Bickerstaff. "Too bad, Dannielle, I was looking forward to seeing you in the raw and having a bit of you on my tongue. I think you would have enjoyed this whole thing, since your husband has been catting around behind your back, or I guess it was."

At that moment, Dannielle shook her head. "No. I knew, well, suspected, assumed he was, uh, being with other women. What could I do?"

I pursed my lips. "A valid point. Well, I think we are done here. Well, one last thing." Bickerstaff's face tightened, more. I grinned. "You are not to touch any other woman but this one without her permission. You will renegotiate the prenuptial agreement to the effect that any philandering on your part will give grounds for her to liquidate your holdings and convert them to her ownership, separate and distinct from you. And I mean all of them. Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell will represent your wife in this manner which I know must be unusual but you will have to work with that and by 'work with that' I mean you need to avoid turning this situation antagonistic, if you want to stay out of jail, that is. Now, if you want any woman and she agrees and the woman fucks you, that is fine. Of course, Raymond, that makes you somewhat vulnerable if she changes her mind. So your dick is now under her administration. If she wants to fuck you, she will fuck you and you will see she enjoys it. Otherwise the best you can hope for is poverty and the worst is the drive-in, non-stop shopping for a bunch of butt-fucking men you do not know on a first name basis in a penitentiary." I grinned a little evilly. "Mr. Bickerstaff, you and Kline really should not have fucked with Mr. Kingston. He absolutely does not like either of you right now and until I have fucked enough of your women, that is not likely to change." The prospect gladdened me and my smile widened. "So glad you have such good taste in women.