Extending the MILF List Ch. 09

"Jesus malarky," I muttered. "Hardly Spanish." I told my eyes to focus and for a moment they resisted, but then I saw Kyla Clark sitting with the collar in one hand, looking at me with that wide open gaze that made her seem to be the girl next door.

"Sonny? Sonny? This won't work." She said, her voice earnest.

The clarity suffused my body and soul and body reunited, happily, both throbbing for an orgasm but enjoying the energy of the need in me. "Why not?" I asked.

"The boys. Do you really think that they will leave us alone? This, god, this is, is, its I don't know what but it hardly solves the problem of what to do with the boys, your friends. Remember them? Do you really think they are going to accept this? You owning us all and telling us what to do?"

Where to start. I looked for Alissa and found her. Right, she was the black woman. So my brain wasn't working all the well, really. Reintegrating takes time. I fixed my gaze on her. "Alissa," I noted she still had the collar around her neck, the silver color stark against her dark skin.

"Sonny." She said tightly.

I suddenly understood I had not solved anything in their mind. Likely, they thought I was just playing with them. Time to integrate their minds and bodies. "Alissa, when you encounter a man who wishes sex in exchange for a contract, all you need to do is tap the collar and tell him you are owned and you must get permission from your master before you can engage in anything sexual with him. Just that. It solves your difficulty. If you want to fuck him, tell me but I think Sid's rule should work just as well for you."

She blinked at me like I had tossed a ball of spaghetti at her. She wiped her face and then nodded. "Oh my, I see." She said. She smiled then. "That, that will work fine, yes."

"All you have to do when they ask if its true that you fuck to get business, you can smile and say to them, 'not yours, but if you wish to give us your business, I can arrange for you to have sex with some very nice women my owner knows.' Just like that." I had been thinking about that and it bubbled up perfectly.

She nodded again.

"What about the boys?" Kyla asked.

I looked around at the other women. I smiled. This I had been thinking and perhaps it would work. "I'll handle them. I'll bring the MILF List to an end but you have to all agree to be mine."

"I thought we just did." Natasha said dourly. "Do you expect us to refuse our sons? I mean really, Sonny."

I nodded. "Yes. I do but for the moment, do this. Since I own you, each of you, I am going to give you each something to do, something I want or you need to do but have neglected for one reason or another. Put on the collar, you must do this. Don't and it has no application." I looked around at my harem. "Agreed?" My American Harem, I thought. Wow did I like that idea.

One by one they all nodded.

"But if I don't put on the collar, I don't have to do anything?" Kyla said.

I nodded. "Correct. Kyla, I bet you your collar that Landon will leave you alone. I bet you Natasha that if you put on the collar, Brent will leave you alone."

"He already is." She groused.

"Turn him down once and it will change." I was far from sure. Miss Norma had a certain attraction. "I am going to give you each a task. Do that with the collar. If you wear the collar, you must do what I tell you."

I looked around at these five women and found them all waiting on me, their eyes on me. I had a moment, like when you slip into a pair of pants tailored just right, right or left and your balls hang perfectly and the whole world seems to be all Zen and Tao and shit? Ever have those moments when you feel like you fit into your life? Well I was looking at five women who were sitting silently waiting on me to tell them what I wanted from them and that suggested to me that I fit in them. I got hard. An existential hardon is the fucking greatest thing.

"Mrs. Kingston, go take a shower and wait for me in your bed." I said in a stage whisper. "Naked, Anne."

She looked like I had asked her to trade places with Her Highness. Annie got to her feet, looked around at the other women and walked to the foot of the stairs.

"Annie, scarves. Make sure there are scarves."

She ran upstairs then, her wavy black hair dancing about her shoulders.

When I glanced back at the others I saw the most amazing thing.

Envy.

On every face, in every eye, there it was, green as life. Time to get this show on the road.

I pointed at Alissa. "Mrs. Honeywell, you need to figure a way to get Sammy an internship at your office."

Her face rippled with surprise, then chagrin. I thought I knew what she was thinking. Ellen Collier would become a problem with Sammy working there, one Alissa could not avoid any longer.

I looked at Laura. "Keep fucking Sean Favors. Do just what you are doing. That should keep you occupied." She nodded somberly like I had given her a sacred task. "But wait, don't go yet. I may need some help with Mrs. Kingston." Mrs. Wills blushed. Shame is like a circle, once you know the center and the radius, the rest is just arithmetic. Figure that one out.

"Natasha, seduce your sister. Get her to spend the night in your bed, with just you. Give Brent a taste of his own medicine and show him that Norma is not dependable." She stared at me, eyes pools of dark doubt. She finally nodded but then looked away, fingering the collar she too held in her hand.

I found Kyla. "Mrs. Clark, ask Landon to arrange an appointment for you with Darlene. He needs to find someone to pay for a mother-daughter tryst and you and Darlene will work it together. Bring me the money when you are done."

Kyla did not respond but stared at me agape. Finally she closed her mouth with a click. "You have got to be kidding?"

I shook my head, "No, not kidding. If Landon or anyone else propositions you, while you are wearing the collar, you must refuse. The only sex you should have will be with Darlene and for money. If a man pays for you two, if Darlene is naked you can do anything she asks. That is the task the collar demands of you. Understood?"

She twirled it around a finger till it clipped her knuckle and she squeaked with paper-cut pain. She sucked her hand.

"Kyla, do you understand?"

She nodded. "If I put on the collar, I have to ask Landon to arrange for Darlene and I to do a mother-daughter fuck for money. I get it. I don't have the collar on. I'm leaving." She stood up, got her coat and walked out.

Natasha followed her without a word, her face a cloud of confusion.

I looked at Laura. "The collar doesn't mean you are serving. Go on with your life, live as you like. Keep your commitment to the collar and I'll seek out your pleasure."

"You already have, Sonny."

I smiled softly. "Go upstairs, Laura. I have only begun to make you come."

She smiled that "oh my god!" smile and followed Annie.

Alissa walked over and kissed me on the cheek, laying her hand gently along the side of my face. "You are the perfect man to own me, Sonny. This, god, this is ingenious. I, god, I feel safer already."

"It will be easier if Natasha and Kyla join us, you." I touched the collar on her neck. Alissa put her fingers to my wrist while I fingered the metal ring around her throat. "God, it feels, I don't know what but, god, it is so...she shivered. Sonny, thank you. I think this solves a lot of things for me. I'll do my part. I'll let you know about the progress."

"Ahmay." I breathed softly.

She smiled then, eyes twinkling, and nodded. She got her coat and left.

I sat down, the shower rattled overhead. For a billionaire, Sid put his wife up in an odd house but I understood. I got up, poured a little of his thousand dollar scotch or whatever and gulped it down. The shower went silent. I gathered up my clothing and walked idly upstairs.

Something played at the edge of my awareness, like a floater in my mind that I could not quite see and when I focused on it, it flicked away, out of my line of sight. I had not put a foot on the landing when I had a terrible, wonderful thought. Ever have those? They appear and your stomach knots up and your heart races and your temples feel like they are trying to touch? I had a moment right then like that.

Then I remembered Mrs. Wills was upstairs too and I wondered how that was going to work. My momentum carried me to the door to Anne's room. She stood naked in the chilly house, her hair stringing wetly down her straight back, releasing runnels of water down it to bead around the crease of her ass and waist. She turned and looked at me, over her shoulder but her eyes shifted and Mrs. Wills appeared, equally naked, all goose flesh and nipples.

Laura did not see me. She took Anne's face in her two hands and kissed her on the mouth. The two women shifted together, Anne's head tipped back as the blonde kissed her aggressively. Their collars glittered on their yellow and white skin, gold and silver.

Laura broke the kiss and spoke. "Anne. God, six years? And I never once heard you speak in that accent." Laura tittered. "I, shoot, if I had I might have gotten your bra off before now!" The two women kissed again, Anne's one eye cocked to peer at me around the white shoulder.

Suddenly they shivered and scampered into bed.

I knew I should shower too so I sauntered into the room. "Warm her up for me." I said and walked into the WC. I showered like the water was cold and emerged to find Anne laying with her arms wide like wings, her black hair spread like a cape, forming an aura about her head. Mrs. Wills was under the covers, between Anne's legs, eating the Chines woman.

Anne's head turned slowly to me. Her eyes opened wide and then her body jerked.

"Oh by the fucking, double-bent Queen herself!" Anne said in a perfectly clear British accent. "Mrs. Wills has learned a great, uh, uh, uh..." Anne dissolved into a sweeping orgasm.

I moved to the bed and uncovered the crouching blonde. Laura had Anne's little ass cupped in her hands and sucked and licked at her pussy. She felt me move behind her and her head lifted. She shifted, widening her knees.

I had not lost my existential hardon. I felt between Laura's legs and found the red carpet was rolled out for me. I touched her pussy and she glugged and bucked.

"Oh Christ!" Mrs. Wills shrieked. "Yes, Mr. Duncan, put it in me!"

I did. I ain't a control freak but when I have control I am not above taking great fucking advice. I touched my cock to her. Her ass cheeks whispered their eagerness along my belly and abdomen. I thrust forward and Laura rammed back. We were perfectly aligned and we joined like pen and ink.

"Oh, yes Sonny!" Laura wailed, shaking. "Oh god, yes, Sonny!"

I swelled with pride and she seemed to appreciate the immediate feedback. I had about given up on my heart-pounding idea when I heard a phone tinkling.

"Oh. Oh! That's me!" Laura mumbled. "If, if I may? Sonny, it, er, it might be Sean."

I uncoupled from Mrs. Wills and she scrambled to her clothing and purse.

Anne lay looking at me. Her face caught my eyes and then her eyes dropped intensely then returned to mine. I was half listening to Laura so was slow on the uptake. Anne repeated the demand with her eyes several times before it finally clicked she was directing my cock towards her pussy.

I heard Laura say "Bye Sean, yes, I'll, I'll be there. Ten minutes. No more. Me too!"

I pulled my eyes away from Anne's spread body to look at Laura. Her face was consternation itself.

"I, Anne, Sonny, I have to...that was Sean. He," here she grinned like a school girl, "he wants me." She tapped the collar.

I nodded. It is hard to call what I felt relief. It was like discovering that the angle coming to take you to heaven actually has a working pussy and loves giving blow jobs! "Go." I said. I looked around. "Scarves?" My inspiration seemed to be back on the menu.

"Oh, shag me, I forgot!" Anne growled and bolted out of the room. She kept lots of her clothing in other closets. All of them, as it turned out. She enjoyed shopping for clothes and bought everything, not spending more than ten dollars on anything. Despite her wealth, she was cheap as a skinny Santa.

"Sonny, I...?" Laura began.

I gestured her over. She was dressed and I pulled her close, kissed her and sent her on her way. She clattered down the stairs and out the back door, and I'm certain I heard eagerness in her clattering.

Anne appeared with four long scarves, two draped over each outstretched arms. She made three waltz steps into the room.

I waited for her to speak but she said not a word. She arrived by the bed and I swept the scarves into one hand, wrapped the other around her waist and pitched her onto her face on the bed. I got astride her and felt between her legs, my weight on her thighs. She wriggled to widen her legs. I bent over her, tucked my cock into her pussy and shoved into her. She was sleet slick and hot like warm pudding. I slid into her like a sword into its sheath and oh, what a sheath she was!

When I was rooted in her, I cinched her legs together with mine, crimping us together like a bent staple on a fence post. She tried to move her hips but I settled my weight onto her upper thighs. She moaned and her body shivered, the pleasure penetrating past the boundary between body and soul. Her voice warbled in no earthly language, mumbling the syllables of sexual love in stanzas of satisfaction. Her hips pumped and the little ribbits of friction made my eyes haze over.

I struggled out of the pool of pleasure and pulled Anne's arms together behind her. She went lax and remained so while I wound first one scarf then another around her upper arms. I chuckled to myself.

"What? What, Sonny?" Anne asked. When I did not answer, her inner muscles punctuated her inquiry. I felt the orchestra of her pussy wrapping me in sensuous beauty.

I gritted my teeth and wrapped her forearms together. She was flexible enough that they connected behind her from elbow to palms. I ground into her and then had to retreat a bit to finish binding her hands. When I finished, I withdrew from her pussy completely.

Anne moaned disappointment well-woven with anticipation. She shuddered when I turned her on her side and sat her up, dragging her bodily to the edge of the bed. I draped her legs off the edge. When I knelt before them, she groaned. When I pushed her knees apart, she bent forward, her eyes intense, like android lazer eyes, piercing with pointed pleading.

I leaned into her swampy pussy and kissed along the ridge of one thigh.

"Boobies, Sonny. Please, god, please kiss them. I, I want to feel..."

I jerked her hips forward and licked the length of pussy. That pulled the plug on her request. She rocked back and disappeared. I kissed and licked and sucked at her pulsing pussy while she writhed, trying to lay back on her arms and finding it impossible. My intention exactly.

I tuned to her body and when I felt each tremor of orgasm, I retreated. Anne panted and gasped, her whole body urging her orgasm into being, getting more raucous and louder and louder each time I withdrew stimulation. Like Mephisto himself, I wheedled her closer and closer to that precipice of ecstasy but denied her the little killing plunge. Each time I got close she held her breath. Once I realized that, I could have kept her dangling over the chasm all night, but my tongue got tired. I think I sprained it. It hurt down into my chest! Fuck me, I was either getting old or I needed better warm up routines.

I got up from the bed and began to dress. Till I was putting on my shoes, Annie struggled to set up, wriggling around on the bed like a fish till she got onto her side and managed to sit up right. Her black hair tousled over her face. She shivered.

I waited for her to speak but she didn't. No askance, no instruction, no objection, she just sat staring at me, blowing at the strands of hair dangling over her face. She waited on me.

I went to several closets in the house before I found what I wanted, a pair of fur-lined boots that would bear up in the snow still out in her yard. Then I found it, a long fur coat of black and white. It was beautiful and velvet soft, like the perfectly done dough in a croissant. I carried it into her bedroom. I held it out, tossing the hanger on the bed.

She looked up at me. Her head bowed and she blew at the draping hair again.

Again I expected her to speak. I had no idea what the coat was to her but something seemed intimidating about it. I opened it. "Stand up, Anne."

She did.

I wrapped the fur around her and she snuggled into it like a dyning confession in a priest's ear. I buttoned it around her, fixing the top buttons to ensure she did not slide out of it like a cartoon banana out of its peel. She watched me the whole time.

I found her elbows through the rich ripples of the fur. "Come with me." I whispered.

I nearly laughed out loud. I had no idea if this was going to work but it struck me as hilariously funny, not in the "ha, ha" way but in the way you laugh when you find your car keys after turning the house upside down and swearing the dog ate them.

I escorted her own the stairs of her house, put on my coat, turned off the lights and shuffled her out into the cold. I locked her back door with my key, figuring her curiosity would get the best of her. That was a thought about Annie. Anne remained stoic and silent. I directed her to the hedge, along the crusted path to the Wills house. I backed through the hedge, shielding her through it to protect the fur.

I had no idea if it was real or not. Either way, I dared not damage it.

Still, Anne remained silent, but I felt reluctance in her. At the steps, she finally cracked. "Sonny," she hissed, "your sister is still in there."

I grinned in the gloom. I don't know if she heard me or saw me but I felt the jolt of understanding go through her like an epiphany.

"Shag me and the Queen's guardsmen!" Annie husked. "You promised them your sisters, didn't you?"

Like I said, Anne Kingston turned out to be a very smart woman and she could connect the dots, or more to the point, she understood what it means when tab A does not go back into slot B.

"You traded your sister to them for us, didn't you?" Anne whispered, her body tilting against me. She was twisting, trying to see me so was off balance. I nearly had to carry her up to the Wills back door.

I think I banged for five minutes. Finally, Chris appeared, turning on a light and rattling down the stairs with a blanket wrapped around his naked body.

He opened the door. "Jesus, Sonny, what the fuck?" Then he saw Annie. She twisted her face and the light from inside caught her dark eyes, making them glint like onyx. "Jesus balls, Sonny, what are you doing?"

I pushed Annie at him. She stumbled against him and he caught her.

"Sonny, goddammit, what are you doing? Tawny is upstairs."

I grinned. "I know. Annie, she is yours till I take her back. Use her up, if you can."

"Tawny is upstairs, Sonny!" Chris repeated, his voice a strangled whisper.

I nodded. "I know. You can have Annie again. I think she misses you. Cya." I stepped back, releasing her against him.

He tried to get her to stand and figured out all was not as it appeared. He felt down the fur. His head snapped around to face me. I watched while he unbuttoned the coat and found Anne's naked body tucked inside.

"Enjoy." I muttered. "See you at school." I took another step back. Just at that moment I saw a pair of bare legs appear at the top of the stairs in the corn-yellow light. Tawny wore a man's shirt that covered her crotch and nothing lower.

"Sonny!" Chris exclaimed.

"Remember, Tawny doesn't think she likes to eat pussy but she can be persuaded to let Annie eat her. Annie will. I know she will. Oh, Annie wants you to suck her tits sucked."