Extending the MILF List Ch. 09

I wasn't thinking but I knew what happened next. I moved behind her and collared her. She dropped her hair. I placed my hands on her sides and knelt, dragging my hands down the lank sides of her body, down to the slight swell of her lithe hips, to the flannel covering her legs. I ran them down her legs to the hem of the skirt. I found her legs bare underneath. I reversed course and moved both hands up the outside of her legs. She shivered. I felt it, waiting for the sound the wind makes rattling through ice-covered leaves but only Anne's hiss tickled the silence as my hands rose over her knees, onto her strong thighs and over her panties to her waist. I tucked a finger inside each side of the waistband of her panties and shucked them down her legs. She shook like that ice-covered leaf. I swear I heard her teeth clatter together.

When her panties were around her ankles, I lifted one foot like I was about to shoe a horse. She shifted her balance onto one leg and lifted the other, twisting to put a hand on my shoulder. I took the panties off her one leg and left it ringing her other ankle.

I stood up behind her. The silver colored collar glittered in the dim light.

I felt the tension in the room. I spoke into it, careful not to shatter the mood. "On your knees, Anne. On your hands and knees in the middle of the room. Over there, where everyone can see me mount you."

"Oh god." Kyla whispered.

Annie moved to the clear space beside the coffee table, right at Kyla's knees. She got carefully to her hands and knees, dipping her head down and going still, waiting.

I unbuttoned my shirt. Realized I had not taken off my coat and shucked it onto the floor. My shirt followed. When I unbuckled my belt, Annie lifted her head and looked around, watching me with slitted eyes, her hair smeared over her face. The other women stared at me with fixed, scorching gazes.

I shoved my pants down, kicked off my snickers and pulled off socks and trousers. I stood up and walked around the couch to stand behind Annie on all fours on the floor. I skimmed my briefs down my legs and kicked them away. My cock was rock hard. I got to my knees and lifted the drape off of Anne's body till her ass appeared, smooth and beautiful.

My heart hammered and I know I was panting and snorting like a stallion at a Tupperware party. I fingered Anne between the legs. She arched her back, lifting and parting her hips. I felt her velvet lips and traced a finger between them, up and back till I felt her moisten. She groaned when I thrust my finger past them to find the bubble of pleasure welling up from inside of her. She twitched as I penetrated her body.

Slowly I pumped my finger in and out of her, deeper and deeper till he was panting herself.

"Oh god." Alissa whispered.

I shuffled on my knees into position behind Anne, bent my cock down to touch her pussy and shoved into her. Her body clinched down on me as soon as I passed the threshold of her pussy.

"Uh, uh!" Annie grunted.

I pulled back and thrust forward again. She grunted and her body clicked and I slide past the postern and into her center.

"Anne Kingston." I growled when my cock was seated deep inside of her.

"Yes." She responded tightly. Her hips jerked once but remained still, waiting.

"When you wear that collar, you are mine. Your body is mine, inside and out." I said.

"Yes." She hissed.

"Your pleasure is mine, to use or give away as I wish. You will not take pleasure from your body unless you take off your collar. That is all I ask."

"Yes." She whispered.

I drew back and slammed back into her. She lurched forward, recovered her balance and ground her ass against me, cramming herself onto my steel cock. Not steel, because it felt the wondrous passage into the woman's body, plunging through the rippling thrill of her straight home till I was completely encased, wrapped utterly in the goodness of her pussy. I gripped her hips and despite other intentions, the conscious intention to pull out of her did not seem to get acquiescence from my body. I rammed into her once, twice, three times more before I finally withdrew from her.

She wheezed as I slow walked my cock out of her. I patted her on the ass. "Up." I said. She responded so fast I nearly fell over. She turned and looked down at me, eyes bleary and bright, accusation and demand in them, like a fever. She staggered once before wobbling into a chair.

I sat on my heels, cock dripping Annie on the carpet, stark naked under the eyes of the five women. "Who's next?" I asked.

Alissa stood up, stepped to the coffee table, selected a silver collar and after some tinkering, snapped it round her dark neck. The collar glittered. When I gestured before me, she lifted her skirt and skimmed down her panties and then assumed the position, on hands and knees.

I ran my hands up her ankles to her full thighs, bunching the straight corduroy skirt around my wrists. When I flipped it up over her back, she grunted. She twisted to look back at me but that moved her ass out of alignment. I grasped it and twisted her, turning her back forward. I held her ass with both hand arose up onto my knees. I peeled her ass wide, her pussy bloomed like a morning lily, pink and gray and grand.

I touched her. Alissa squeaked, her body lurched off-balance. She lifted one leg to keep from toppling over. I steadied her. I found her pussy with my finger again and she groaned. She bubbled with moisture, lubrication that invited penetration. The woman shivered with sexual need. It roamed from muscle to muscle like a breeze blowing through the grass of the prairie.

"Alissa." I croaked. My fucking mouth was dry as a dust mite.

"Yes, Sonny."

I grinned. That phrase never ceased to make me all warm and gooey inside, hard on the outside though. "You wear my collar." I made the statement and waited, my hands squeezing the smooth ebony of her ass while I waited. I think that distracted her.

"Alissa?" I said.

"Yes. Oh, yes. Sonny, I wear your collar."

"You agree," I touched the head of my cock to her pussy. I probed around till she opened, the door to her depths pearled out, glinting and welcoming. "...that while you, uh, uh, wear it..." I thrust into her. She moaned and pressed back. My cock slid through the folds of her pussy. She rippled with pleasure, a humming purr jiggered in her chest. "...you are mine. You, uh, will not, uh, you will only have sex as, as I direct."

Despite my intentions, I thrust into her and tripped immediately into a pulsing drive, shoving into her and dragging my cock back out of her while she keened. She shuddered. I slammed into her again.

"Jesus Christ. I, god, I have seen people fuck but Sonny always makes it look like ballet or a matador thrusting his sword..."

"Shut up Natasha." I grunted. "Now I lost my train of thought. Thanks!"

"You were telling her she could only have sex when you tell..."

"Shut up, Kyla." I said, feeling an ugly deja vu. I pulled back my hip and rammed Alissa full of cock. "You fuck when I say. You fuck when I say. You fuck who I say and where and how. Your pleasure is mine. Your body is mine. I can give you to whomever I wish, while you wear the collar." I ground my cock round inside of the black woman. Her body seemed molten, flowing around me yet unaccountably able to clasp me and squeeze me, directing me from shimmering center of pleasure to each erotic corner inside of her while around her, her body sparkled with pleasure.

"Oh Christ, Sonny, yes, yes, yes! All of it." Alissa cried.

I realized this was a perfect moment to plant a seed, something besides my cock in her. "You, you'll bring your sister back, lure her back so I can offer her a collar?" I made it a question and Alissa took it as a question.

"Yes." She hissed, her voice rasping with thick elation. "God yes!"

"You'll fuck only when I say you can?"

Her head bobbed, belatedly she spoke her assent.

"You'll fuck when and who I tell you to?"

"Uh, god, uh, oh god, yes, Sonny, yes Sonny!" Her voice had gone ragged, rattling with passion.

I pulled my cock from her body, dizzy with pleasure and feeling the thrust of my words, locking this woman's will into my gentle control. For a moment, she remained there, gasping and panting. After a minute, she got heavily to her feet, her skirt draping over her ass and legs. The aroma of her arousal flooded around us.

I did not even speak. Laura Wills rose from where she sat on her feet and walked stiffly to the coffee table, picked up a gold collar and snapped it into place. She turned to look at me. She wore pale blue jeans.

"Take them off." I instructed.

Laura seemed to shimmer with pleasure. The order caressed her like a lover. She unbuttoned them and peeled them down her legs. She'd left her shoes by her chair. She stepped out of them and tossed them away.

I pointed at her chair. "Take off all of your clothes and sit." I said.

She misunderstood my intentions. She thought she was being rejected. Her face crumpled but she complied. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it. She unhooked her plain tan bra and let it dangle before she uncapped her breasts and tossed it onto the pile of her clothing. She skimmed her panties down and off. She turned her back to me and I could see the purse of her pussy. A trickle of clear liquid tracked down the back of one thigh, glistening all the way to the cross lines on the back of her knee. I crawled after her so she did not see me till she sat.

Her eyes widened when she saw me looking at her over the crest of her bare knees. She immediately slumped, a moan rumbling in her chest.

"Laura, are you clean?" I asked.

She nodded. "Inside and out." She whispered.

I put a hand on each knee and spread her legs.

"Oh god." She cried in a tiny voice. "Oh god." She shivered and sat back. I rose up on my knees and shook my head.

"Sit up." I said.

She did. Her hips were perched on the edge of the cushion of the rocking chair. She had to sit far forward to keep the chair still. Her tits painted my face.

I caught the side of one billowing breast and held her with my lips. She went still. I sucked hard on the side. The sound of my sucking kiss seemed to grow as though someone were turning up a volume knob somewhere. I pulled at her tissue fine skin, sucking at it till she squeaked. One of her hands touched my shoulder then moved to cup the back of my head. I continued sucking, marking her darkly. Laura quivered in my clutches, her body shaking and twitching as I bruised her alabaster skin.

When I released her, she was panting, gasping for breath. The hand at my neck shook. I moved my lips to her nipple and licked it, kissing around it.

"Alissa, come kiss Laura." I whispered.

I felt the black woman and then saw her bending around me to kiss Laura on the lips. It was a full-bodied kiss, with the body and tang of a fine wine. They melded like two colors in a sunset. Laura arched her body to tip her mouth back. I bit down on her nipple. Mrs. Wills screamed into Alissa'a mouth. Her whole body quaked and shook.

Alissa broke the kiss and straightened out of my sight.

"Annie." I said around Laura's breast, before moving to the other. Moments later, Mrs. Kingston appeared and kissed Laura on the mouth in the same fashion. They each put a hand on the other woman's cheek, holding each other in mutual grasp. I bit down on Laura's other nipple. She shrieked again, her body convulsing beyond her control. The kiss shattered and Laura slumped limply back into the maw of the chair.

"Mrs. Wills, you are mine!" I muttered.

"Yes." She whispered.

"You fuck when I tell you."

"Yes, yes, Sonny." She gasped, her eyes fluttering open.

I bent between her legs, pulled her ass off the edge of the cushion. She rose up on her tiptoes to stay in place. Her legs widened. I bent and licked up the length of her slit.

"Oh, oh, oh my god!" Laura cried. "Oh yes, Sonny, god, anything!" Her tattered voice rasped around me, crackling with fiery need. I licked her again. She groaned and dropped back again. I kissed her pussy and then straightened to regard the beautiful blonde woman.

"When I want you, I will take you."

"Yes." She breathed, the sound vibrated like a holy word.

"I'll give you away to please whomever I wish and you will please them."

She shuddered and nodded, swallowing tightly. "Yes." She finally managed. "Yes, Sonny."

"Where and when and how, I tell you and you will do whatever I tell you."

"Oh god, yes!" She cried, her body vibrating with need. I pulled her off the chair onto my knees. I bent my cock and crammed her bodily down onto it. She bubbled with passion and I plunged into it like a submarine slipping into the mother ocean. She flung herself forward, mounting me, jamming her body full of my tingling cock. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and she grunted as her hips rocked and ground, directing my cock from side to side inside her. She clasped my head and straighted my back, burying my face between her tits.

"Yes! Oh, god yes, Sonny! Whatever you say, I swear I will do it!" Her voice fluttered with arousal. Her body jerked and shook. I gripped her by the back of her thighs and lifted her straight off my cock and dropped her back into her chair. She shook and jerked as though the orgasm had visited and left her mindless.

I sat back. I looked at Kyla, then at Natasha. They two exchange a look and then Natasha rose up. She wore slacks too. She shucked them down. She whipped the sweatshirt off her torso, revealing her mountainous tits. The bra followed and then she removed her panties and she was naked. She stood looking at me.

I shuffled back, making room between Laura and me. "Eat her." I whispered.

Natasha did not move. "I, no." She whispered. "I, I haven't put on the collar." She said.

"Oh right." I waited. She was naked so we were on the same page but she didn't move. Finally I found Alissa and pointed at Natasha. "Kiss her tits. Annie, too."

The two women swooped towards Natasha. The black woman took the right breast and Annie took the left. Natasha's eyes got huge as they sucked and kissed her tits. Her arms rose to rest her hands on the two women's backs. They kissed at her tits for several minutes before her eyes closed and she groaned.

Alissa snaked a black hand down between Natasha's legs and began to finger fuck her. Annie held her by the ass so she could not escape. In minutes, Natasha groaned and a slight, tense orgasm shook through her. She wrenched free of the two women and staggered to the coffee table and selected the last silver collar. She fumbled with it and dropped it. She looked at me, her eyes desperate.

"My, my hands are shaking too much too..."

"Annie." I glanced at Laura. The blonde had sat up, like a dog on point. "No. Laura, please help her."

Laura rose up and in moments, Natasha was collared.

"I am yours, Sonny. Whoever, wherever, whenever, however, whatever you tell me, I will do it." She volunteered.

"On your knees. No, here. Laura, sit down in your chair. Eat Laura."

The two women arranged themselves as directed. Natasha licked Laura's pussy and the blonde collapsed back into the chair with a deep, violent sigh. When Natasha began to kiss her, she came. The orgasm pumped Laura's hips up and down over and over several times and then she held them up while Natasha lapped at her pussy. She shook and keened as the orgasm attenuated and intensified.

I rose up behind the feeding woman, opened her hips and ran a finger through the plush, bulging lips of her pussy. Her back bent, lifting her hips. She tried to get my finger inside of her by following it with her ass. She continued sucking Laura Wills. I teased her, making her ass weave and jigger, as she tried to get the connection of finger and pussy. When I finally plunged it into her, she oozed with oily arousal. She moaned into Laura's pussy. I rose behind her and entered her, mounting Natasha completely in one hard thrust.

She grunted and then rocked her hips back against me. Her ass bubbled against me. In moments, I was thrusting deeply into her with great, arching strokes of cock into pussy. My vision narrowed down to the crease of her back that became the cleft of her ass where my cock socketed over and over into the moaning woman. Finally I gripped her hips and hammered against her.

The tantalized orgasm in me roared and I pulled out of Natasha Rossini. She continued eating Laura who rolled from one gentle orgasm to the next.

I stood up and turned, my cock dripped eau d'Tasha.

"Mrs. Clark?" I asked the question with just her name. She stood up and walked over to the table. Deftly she opened the collar and fit it around her neck. When it was securely in place, she turned to face me, the gold glinting on her neck. I did not speak but Kyla got to her knees before me and licked my cock. Her tongue tangoed up and down my length before sucking it into her mouth. She sucked and slurped at the end for a moment but then stood up and lifted her skirt. She peeled her panties down her legs and bent over, lifting her skirt over her hips.

I approached her and touched her ass, fingering deep into her cleft. She quivered with arousal and a river ran through it, a flow of liquid out of her pussy. I entered her.

"Oh god, Sonny, yes, fuck me!" She muttered.

"Say it all." I said.

"Yes, yes, anytime, any place, with whomever you say and however you say. I am yours!" I jammed my cock deep into her, plumbing her depths and rooting into her, grinding us together like two conjoined verbs. We fucked, she fucked, I fucked, we fucked. I felt the orgasm swooping towards me and pulled out of her. Behind me Laura's voice ran up a ragged register into a guttural shriek, her gentle orgasms finally reverting to form, becoming base and violent.

"Enough. All of you, line up on your knees. Ass in the air." I felt a perverse joy as they scrambled to line up. Only Natasha and Laura were nude. The others bunched skirts and dresses, exposing their pussies. I crawled to Natasha and entered her, she was on the left end of my row of pussy. She groaned as I sluiced into her.

I withdrew and moved over to Alissa. I entered her. She enveloped me, her ass wagging as I penetrated into her. I withdrew.

I moved to Laura and entered her. I thrust into her and she gasped, the orgasmic front I had interrupted closed on her and she screamed out as I rammed my cock into her over and over again.

I pulled free right at the teasing peak of her ecstasy. She mewled, keening with the loss of my cock. I moved to Kyla and thrust into her, my cock oily with female arousal and acceptance.

Kyla pushed back and gasped, her body pulsing with her need to orgasm but I pulled out of her before her hips bucked twice. I moved over to Annie and ran my cock into her body. She accepted it, clutching at me with her inner muscles. She wiggled her ass around, stirring her pussy with my cock. I shoved back and forth a few times till the orgasm vibrated nearby. I pulled out of her. I stood, staggered back to the couch and collapsed.

Now you might ask why I didn't come. Truth is, I hated to pick a woman from among the five. I didn't want it to be over and I felt there was more to address. I sat there, shimmering with the need to come and reveling in the feeling, that heightened sense of pleasure tingling through me. I closed my eyes.

I think I must have dozed or passed out because when awareness revived me, a voice was saying my name.

"Sonny? Sonny, what now?"

I opened my eyes. Everyone was dressed. Annie sat beside me the others had reclaimed chairs. I blinked, waiting for the engine in my brain to turn over. My viscus thoughts warped in and out and then, like a black hole collapsed completely out of existence, my mind got clear. I sat up and looked around. Well, not everyone was dressed, I was still starkers but to my amazement, the little Master was still fully engaged with the surroundings, that is with the pussy around me, all of it, I realized consciously, I had just claimed as mine.