Extending the MILF List Ch. 04

I turned my attention to Danielle. "Ma'am, I do not know what the conditions of your marriage to this man were but they have changed. Mr. Kingston and Mr. Peppers are willing to retain him in a diminished capacity, with less authority but they will leave his financial holdings in place, for your sake. And, if the truth be known, for the sake of his ex-wife and daughter, or is it daughters? Whatever. Raymond is now going to reap what he has sown and understand that all plowing is not created equal. Sometimes the furrow will yield a return on investment and sometimes it will turn out to be a net loss." I was so proud, using terms from one of my accounting classes. I almost laughed, wondering if my professor would be proud of me, if he would give me extra credit.

"We really do not want to inconvenience you, or even Raymond for that matter but his behavior is a threat to the firm and potentially embarrassing to Mr. Kingston. And that is an unacceptable risk. If you have not had a say in your life with Raymond, now is your chance. If you don't want it, that is not our concern." I turned my eyes to Raymond Bickerstaff. "If this woman even breathes the slightest hint that she is unhappy with her treatment at your hand, regardless of which one you choose, all of this equanimity is subject to renegotiation. Got it?"

Bickerstaff nodded. "I get it. I do." He turned to Dannielle, "Honey..." he began but Ellen interrupted, reappearing beside our table. Bickerstaff fell silent when she arrived.

She looked at me and I looked at her. Neither of us moved.

"Are you going to let me in?" She asked, a tinge of exasperation in her voice.

"Your panties?" I responded.

She looked suddenly frightened. "I forgot." She said.

I grinned rapaciously. She had spirit and this was the moment I bent her to my will or lost her. "Take them off, Ellen. I asked gently before and you had the chance to comply on your own terms. That moment is gone. Take them off and lay them on the table."

She glared at me, but then her eyes changed. Her chin dropped. It was like I could see her mind toiling over her new condition, finally arriving at the place I had laid out for her. She tossed her little purse over me into the corner. She reached under her little skirt and pulled her panties down her thighs, thence to her knees and then to her ankles. She balanced on one foot and removed them from that free foot and then shifted. When she had them dangling from one hand, gazing defiantly, she held them out over the table. When I did not react, she dropped them in the middle of the table, between Bickerstaff and his wide-eyed wife.

"Happy?" She groused. "You going to let me in or what?"

I looked passed her at the other people in the diner, the few who had noticed her action. Ellen waited, her eyes remained fixed on mine even while I looked past her at the auditors around us.

Finally she shrugged, her little shoulders seeming to rock her. She tried to stand up and walk over me as before, her ass against my face, which she gave a deliberate bump. I moved her foot to the other side of my legs and then pushed it towards the floor. She slipped astride my lap. I looped an arm around her and pulled her back against my very hard cock. She grunted and leaned forward, trying to move off of my body. I held her in place. With one hand I unbuckled my belt, a loud sound to me but lost in the grumble and clash of the restaurant, I think. I got my cock free and pulled my pants out of the way. Ellen felt it and lifted her ass and moved over my cock. She reached down between her legs and found my cock. She positioned herself over it and settled down onto me. Her body seized and she groaned but then screwed herself harder down onto my cock. As I entered her body I closed my eyes and groaned. With an arm around her still, I could lift her and I did, several times. Each time she released more and more. More of my cock slipped deeper and deeper into her till she was completely pierced and I was rooted in her little body. She sat forward and leaned onto her elbows, grinding her hips down on me, stirring her pussy with my cock.

I situated her skirt so she was covered. I peered out from behind her head. She rolled her hips and I thought I would explode. "Hold still." I grunted. "You'll get yours." I moved my mouth to her ear. "If you don't make me come inside of you, I promise to eat you till you come."

Ellen went completely still, staring down at the table, her little shoulders hunched.

I looked at Mr. Bickerstaff. "You were saying?"

"Jesus H. Christ. Really?" He said, his face tight.

"Jealous?" I said equally tightly. The feel of Ellen's body planted on me like this was unbelievably erotic to say nothing of the public situation. Just at that perfect moment, a waitress appeared.

"Oh my." The woman said.

Ellen looked up at her, just twisting her head. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. Lost a bet. We'll go in five minutes. Just bring us a ticket and give it to him." She indicated Bickerstaff.

The waitress nodded and scampered away, leaving the soda and fries. I tried one. They were great.

Bickerstaff looked at his wife. "I choose you, Danny. I want you." His voice was a tinny whine.

She looked at him and before she could speak, I interrupted. Raymond was fucking it up.

"Dannielle, did you marry this guy just for his money? No one is perfect. The best thing you can do is forgive him and go on. He is going to clean up his act. I can virtually assure you of that." I shifted a little in my seat and Ellen groaned.

"Stop that. I have never been good at tantric sex." She lifted her head and—I don't know if she knew something I didn't or if I am just fucking lucky—she looked Dannielle right in the eyes. "He is inside of me. If he moves, I am going to come and I come loud." She slowly bowed her head again, bending impossibly till the top of her head was on the table. Her hips shifted and I thought she was about to get my special delivery but she went still. Then her inner muscles flexed and I again thought I was going to come. My god, but the woman had incredible internal strength and control.

I pulled back and dodged around Ellen's bent back to fix my gaze on Bickerstaff, Raymond. "You will not ever touch this woman...no wait a minute. Let me do it like this. Ellen, if this man asks you to do something sexual again, anything, you have to call Mrs. Bickerstaff. If it is okay with her, then do whatever you like. Mr. Bickerstaff, can I call you Raymond? Raymond, you absolutely must understand that if this woman squeaks harrassment, you will be done so fast you'll lose everything including your blackness. You'll be white when we're done. Got that? You will no longer manage the associates or anyone including the secretarial staff unless they are bulky guys will cocks the size of rolling pins. Do I make myself clear?" My voice came out a lot rougher, then I intended but Ellen began massaging my cock with her pussy and it ruined my vocal control. I did not intend to be harsh and cruel to him but I feared anything less and he would mistake mercy for weakness. Honestly, I was free lancing and hoping that Alissa was quick enough on the uptake to go with it when the time came. She'd get a hell of a bonus if she did but she'd have to figure out how to make it legal and keep her own nose clean.

In the end, it was a great idea.

I looked at Raymond. "No more fucking the associates. No more mistresses. Nothing. Today, you have touched Ellen for the last time. If anyone fucks Ellen it is going to be me." I spoke through gritted teeth. Neither I nor Ellen wanted her full of cum just now. I wanted and unadulterated taste of her. "Understood?"

Bickerstaff glared for a moment but then finally, nodded his big head.

I gripped Ellen by the waist and lifted her and dropped her down the length of my cock again. She groaned, her head still on the table. "You." I said. "Are you ready to finish this?"

She lifted her head. I could not see her face and I wished I had. Her voice came out liquid passion. "Yes, oh god, if I don't come soon I am going to rape you right here." She sounded serious.

"What about me? You said, you said you were going to take me!" Dannielle whispered, her voice still tight. "You cannot do this!"

I moved around Ellen's back to look at Dannielle. Something was going on here. I stared at her. She was beautiful in a sensual sort of way, with her long, bare neck and the breasts that pointed out from each other like bristling AA guns. I imagined her nude. "Your husband chose you. You should be happy."

She looked at Raymond and then back at me. "He has been fucking around on me and I should be happy?" Her voice was small and curious.

"When you put it like that..." I said. "I could be wrong." I still had an arm looped around Ellen's little body. She was standing on her tiptoes trying to release some of the pressure of my cock inside of her but then she slipped, I guess her legs tired, and she slipped down, crunching her body onto my cock all over again.

"Oh fuck." Ellen grated, her voice ragged with passion. "Can we, can we move, move this along?"

"Go home, Mr. and Mrs. Bickerstaff. Have a Happy New Year. Put this all behind you and start over on Monday. It is a new year. Make a good start." I patted Ellen's thigh. "Up we go." I said softly and helped her lift her body off me. Her legs were just about too short to do the job but we finally go her off my cock and my cock out of her. She shuddered, crawling out of the booth to stand shaking beside me. I tucked and buttoned and buckled myself back into shape.

"Hand me my coat." Ellen hissed and I did, with her little purse. I got up and we walked towards the door. Before we got there, Mrs. Bickerstaff grabbed me from behind.

"Mr. Duncan, please, you can't do this!" She cried, looking up into my eyes.

"Do what?" I asked, looking past her at Bickerstaff. He was glaring at us like a bear answering the door in January.

"Don't leave me like this. Take me with you. You can do anything you want to me. I want," her voice caught and then nearly vanished from hearing, "I want what you did with Mrs. Honeywell!" Her eyes were somber. "I swear, I want it all. Let me."

"What'd you do to Mrs. Honeywell?" Ellen asked.

I regarded Dannielle and finally shrugged. "Might just as well be now, I guess. He would have to turn you over to me eventually anyway. I was going to fuck you later but if you don't mind the company, come along. Get your coat, we'll wait."

Dannielle stared at me and then looked suddenly terrified, like she just realized what she promised, what she wanted, what I was going to do to her. Then her face shifted and she walked back to the booth. She got her coat and followed Ellen and I out into the winter cold.

"What did you do to Mrs. Honeywell?" Ellen asked again. "Don't tell me you fucked her again?"

I did not respond. We walked together for a block towards my car. I had an arm around each woman.

"Come on," Ellen said again. "I just fucked you in a restaurant. The least you can do is tell..."

"I spanked her till she came." I said softly, leaning into Ellen's ear. "And Mrs. Bickerstaff here wants the same. Think you could be of help?" I waited, we were at a crosswalk.

Ellen twisted in the crook of my arm and looked at me. "Fuck yes." She breathed.

I knew right then I had gotten things right again. What a life!

We were a block away from my car when I finally realized I did not know where I was taking us. I reached into my pocket and yes, I had two sets of keys to a million and a half dollar apartment. What was I thinking? The light turned and I held onto the two women and they both looked at me. I looked down at Ellen. "Where's this apartment, exactly."

She grinned. "I wondered where we were going. It's back there."

"Apartment?" Mrs. Bickerstaff asked, her eyes wide with the reality of what she had committed to doing.

I felt a shiver go through her lithe body. These two women were opposites; Ellen with nipple tits, slight of frame and short with short hair and a bully attitude. Mrs. Bickerstaff was her opposite with great big tits, wide hips, narrow waist, her sixties flip and the perfect 'take me' attitude.

"Where you husband took his women." I said, turning us, like a marching band maneuver.

"Women?"

We walked. "Did you think Ellen here was the only woman Raymond was fucking behind your back? Did you even think you were the only one when he was married to Caroline."

"Caroline?" Dannielle shivered again. "Oh, yes, the last Mrs. Bickerstaff. No, I am sure I was the only one."

Ellen snorted. We walked in silence to the entrance to a fifteen or twenty story building, a huge baroque gate filled with glass and a doorman. Ellen spoke to him and he opened the door for her, while eying me and undressing Dannielle like he had never seen her before. Perhaps. She seemed to know the way though; perhaps he was a recent hire compared to the last time she was here. Lots of speculation rifled through my mind but it all stopped when I saw Bickerstaff standing in the foyer waiting for us.

I tensed for a confrontation but, refusing to hesitate, I walked the three of us right up to him.

"Don't do this Danny. I picked you. You don't have to do this. I love you. I am..." he choked "...I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

Dannielle shrugged out of my arm and moved to stand before her husband. She lay her hand on the side of his face.

I noticed how white her hand was against his black face, sprinkled with freckles and a couple large moles. Her hand was large and made his large black head seem smaller. The contrast of colors and the optical illusions of size made me want to giggle. I am such a putz sometimes.

"Raymond, don't. You know I have to. If not now, then sometime and the longer I wait, the worse it will be. You have talked about Kingston and even I know how much you have wanted Mrs. Honeywell. She explained the situation to me in detail." She kissed him on the lips, rising on her toes to touch her lips to his. "Go home, Raymond. After all the lust you have satisfied here, it is my turn. I deserve this and I must do it...to keep your partnership safe...for both of us." She kissed him lightly again.

His eyes closed and remained closed after she stepped back away from him. He opened them and looked at me, the expression a mixture of hurt, anger, angst and despair. "Here. You'll need this." He held out a green and gold card. "The access card for the elevator. It works on the front door too, if the doorman is gone from his post."

I looked at it, realizing I did not know such a thing was needed. I took it from his hand and he immediately shouldered past me. We three turned and watched him go, each of us in our own unique silence. I figured out that the card was keyed to the single floor for the elevator and used to call it. Inside, there were no buttons. For such a short building, it had opposite banks of elevators two facing two. I put the card in the slot and the elevator hummed to life. It took us up to the seventeenth floor. The doors opened and we stepped out into the plush green and gold decor. The two women did not move after stepping off the elevator and I had no idea where we were going so I did not move either.

Just as the opposite car arrived, Ellen realized she had to lead and took my hand and tugged me to the right. The doors opposite opened and I glimpsed something impossible. I wanted to stay and see if my eyes were seeing correctly but we were walking to the right corridor. At the turn, I twisted around to look and see if I was hallucinating.

The man had stepped out into the foyer and was staring at me. I turned away quickly, following the two women who apparently knew where we were going. The man looked exactly like Sam Honeywell! I staggered behind them, stunned. This was before I gained a sure hold on my skepticism about coincidences. The door was at the end of the corridor and the two women stood staring at the door.

I, for my part, looked down the crossing hall and saw the man arrive. He turned and looked at me and for a moment we both stared. The blond with him was startlingly beautiful, with a tight shimmering lamē dress and a wash of long, platinum blond hair with very black roots. I stared, first at her—I'm not a complete idiot—and then at him. I saw recognition in his face. Sam Honeywell had the look of the proverbial deer in the headlights. I don't know why but I waved at him, just a little flourish of my left hand and then I turned to the door. Neither woman had seen this little exchange. I opened the door and shambled inside. They seemed at home, shedding their coats and both went immediately to the bar.

Ellen pour two shots of bourbon into tumblers without even getting ice. They both drank. Dannielle's hand shook. She sat down the glass and turned to face me, her hands on the edge of the bar, her body sagging back against it so that her arms were akimbo at her sides, elbows up and out.

"I have never done anything like this." She blushed then. "Raymond, he was my first. I was twenty-two when I was here last. It's, it's been six years." Her brow knit, "not here, but one like it. I don't remember this apartment but one here. I remember the first time I came here with him, to this building." She shivered.

Ellen poured both glasses half full again. She drank from hers. The little woman stood facing the bar and after drinking, she looked sidelong at Dannielle.

I saw the look on her face and glimpsed something of what she was feeling. Her expression showed a mixture of fear and lust.

I do not claim that I understood all of what was swirling around us. I was about to dive into this still, dark pool of sexual confusion but the doorbell chimed. It was a delicate notice, like a triangle in an orchestra. Then a clanging buzzing replaced it. I had noticed two buttons by the door and figured out the one was for the service and the other one was for more insistent ringing.

Ellen turned around, her face a mask of shock that matched the fear on Dannielle's face.

"I'll get it." I said bravely. I felt curiously lightheaded and disoriented. The ten steps to the door were accompanied by a swirl of D. Debra's smell, the feel of being between my sister's legs, inside Alissa and my arms around these two women...all of which filled my senses dizzying and distracting me. I opened the door.

"Jesus Christ! It is you!" Of course. It was Sam Honeywell. He peered past me at the two women staring at him.

I twisted to look at them and they both turned and walked out of our sight, each in a different direction.

"Sonny, isn't it?" He grinned. "I never would have thought...what the heck are you doing here?" He gestured behind me, towards the two women who were now out of sight. "With them, I mean? That's Mrs. Bickerstaff, isn't it? This is his apartment still, right?"

"And Kline's." I said automatically, always eager to be accurate. I felt inane.

Sam sobered. "So you know about them?" He asked.

"So you know them?" I responded, always the original one. I did not know whether to invite him into the apartment or push us out into the hall. I still had the keys in my hand. Over his shoulder I saw the door to "his" apartment and in that moment, saw the woman waft by deep in the place, drifting past my eyes like an apparition, a ghost I could not explain, the dress glittered like she was divine.

Sam bowed his head and then chuckled. "Oh yes, I know them. They have both been trying to make my wife from the moment she joined the firm. They tried to talk me into handing her over..." he looked up. If he had been white I expect he would have been blushing but I was uncertain how to tell, I thought I heard it in his tone and marked it in his hesitation. Sam was a handsome man, reminding me of a movie star. When I was young, I remembered him with a casual, medium 'fro which he had cut down as time went along. He now had a goatee and mustache. He did look debonair. "Listen, it is Sonny, right?"