Extending the MILF List Ch. 19

She hadn't had air for a while and I knew this moment was about over. She grunted and bucked down on Sam then back against Sammy, buried in her ass. Sammy groaned and clung to her hips, sealing their bodies together. Sam continued to bob between her legs, punching up into her from below with impressive regularity and force. She had an arm around my waist again. She finally struggled free of my cock, gasping and heaving into the silence.

I glanced at the clock. Shit, it was twenty to nine. We needed to go. I stepped back. Miriam didn't notice. She wavered like a tree cut and ready to fall. She flopped down onto Sam's dark chest and they kissed. Sammy pumped at her ass, slapping against her ass with regularity.

I gestured to Ellen. She looked at me uncomprehendingly.

I waddled around the bed, my cock hard and preceding me in all its glistening glory. I took her by the hand and we went to the other bedroom and showered again.

"I'm not dirty, Sonny!" She said at the door of the shower.

"Then this is to cleanse your dirty soul," I said, and drew her in, under the water.

I was searching for something to convince her to leave willingly but had nothing so I mounted her against the shower wall. She groaned and came. The titillation of watching the other woman did its job with her. She was lit up by the milieu as I'd hoped and came nearly the moment I ground our pubic bones together. I pulled out of her and rinsed off. She leaned against the wall, glowering at me.

I shut off the water.

"Ellen, they need some time alone, without you there. This thing about them and Alissa, it needs some more consideration. I'd like you to come to the airport with me, give them some space."

"And the Travers women won't interfere? You'll leave them to fuck them to death while I ride shotgun?"

I nodded, then shook my head.

"They are leaving in the morning. It has nothing to do with them so it's like having the TV on. You, on the other hand...."

"Me on the other hand need Honeywell cock in both sides of me, and frankly Sonny, I don't much care if there is a cock available for me to blow or not. I doubt I'll be able to reach it so you'd have to get a lot closer to the other two naked men."

"If they don't have time to adjust to what this means, if it changes anything, there may not be anything for anyone." I fibbed a little right there. I did. I know it but I decided I wanted them to have the Travers women to themselves, to share or hoard as they liked. "Leave the mother and daughter with the father and son and come with me. I'll introduce you to Melissa. Aunt Melissa."

Ellen squinted at me.

"Does she eat pussy?"

"Yours, for sure." I said.

"Okay."

"You hungry?"

"I could eat. And no, I ain't getting on my knees. I want something more than a little leftover sausage."

I thought that was cheap and a cheap shot but I was ravenous. We agreed to shower and did, together. It was incredibly companionable, like we were six again and cousins or something and our Mommies were taking naps. We got dressed and she poked her head into the other room, the one where the actual artists were fucking and told them we were going to get something to eat. Someone asked us to bring something back; it had to be Sammy, that skinny fuck is always hungry.

We made it all the way to the elevator before I realized I'd made a mistake.

"Shit," I muttered turning back.

"What's the matter?" Ellen had asked, grasping my elbow.

I realized then we'd both walked out without our coats. I opened the door and we retrieved them. I felt her temptation to tiptoe in and take a last look at the Mother-Daughter, Father-Son tableau all in black and white but I pulled her along out of the place. We'd just gotten to the car when my phone rang.

It was Dalia.

"Uh, Sonny, where are you?"

"Downtown." I said evasively. I opened the car door and Ellen and I piled in to get out of the bracing cold. I started the car.

"I think you better come home. Now."

Dalia was using her "Mom" voice but it didn't work.

"I can't. I have an errand to run."

"Cancel it. You need to come home. Right now and I mean right now!" Her voice twanged with an urgency she almost never expresses. Dalia was most like mom, excitable but even-keeled. She could enjoy the moment but it rarely overcame her.

"Dalia, what's the matter?"

"You better just come home."

"Is someone hurt?" I asked, worried.

"No, not really, I mean not much. Not hurt exactly...can you come home?"

"Listen, Sis, I have to pick someone up at the airport. I can't be late. This is what cell phones are for, to communicate with each other so we don't have to be in the same place at the same time to have full understanding. Can't you just put it into words so I know what the problem is? If it's serious, I'll come home and work out something but if its...I just want to be the one to make that judgment, okay?"

Dalia sighed, sounding much more like Georgia using her "put upon" tone of voice that she used with her "I'm such a martyr" look. I knew better. Martyr's blow up and end up in pieces. Heaven is full of jigsaw puzzles as near as I can figure. Who's putting them together? Oh, right, the virgins, they don't get distracted.

"All right, Sonny. There's a naked woman here. She arrived in a taxi, naked and I had to pay the toll for her. You owe me $26.40."

"Shit, Dalia, you mean you didn't tip the guy? That's bad luck."

"Okay, you own me thirty bucks. Why is a naked woman arriving at our house in the middle of the night?"

"It's not even ten yet. Do you have a name? That might tell me something."

"She was here this weekend, when you and your friends fucked Tawny and Georgia."

"Oh, great, that narrows it down." I was being all snide and sarcastic but it did narrow it down a lot. Not enough but a lot."

"A name, Dalia." She was sounding like Tawny but I knew this part of her personality, she liked to extend the drama when she had control of it. She thought declarative sentences were for pussies.

"Oh, all right. You're no fun. Its that short woman, right, Holly something game."

"Romelingame?" Uh oh, I thought. Trouble in paradise. "Let me speak to her."

Holly was weeping by the time she was close enough to the phone for me to hear her and for a couple minutes she made no sense at all. With fits and starts I got the story. She'd mouthed off and Gary and Marjorie had shown her the door. As near as I could figure out, she had to ask at the neighbor's house to get a cab called and borrow a robe. She'd been out on the street in high heels and thigh highs.

"That must have been a bit chilly on the ol' nipples, Holly." I muttered, to which she responded "fuck you, Sonny" and then gasped.

"I think I see the problem here. So much for that idea." Shit, shit, shit!

"What, Sonny? You giving up that easy? After two days?"

"Almost, and what should I do?"

"Talk them into taking me back."

"Why? Why would I do that?"

"Because, you love me?"

I understood the question. I shook my head. This woman hadn't been with me even a week and she was way more trouble than all the MILFs put together, but...she was right, I did like her, like. I liked her. Love is a little strong but being in her situation a little hyperbole can be forgiven.

I sighed.

"What did you do, Holly?"

"Marjorie asked me to go down on her neighbor, wanted me to go next door and offer to eat Mrs. What-ever-the-fuck-her-name-was."

"See? Right there's the problem. You can't ever do that. You have to always be respectful of what they want of you, even if you don't want it."

"I was but I didn't want to do that."

"The whole point, Holly, is to convince Master and Mistress that no matter what they tell you, you'll always cover for them by doing it."

"Cover for them? What do you mean by that?"

"Never let them know they made a mistake, a mistake you'd suffer for. When you suffer, they'll know and that's why you do it, so they understand that no matter what they do, you'll follow their instructions. It makes them careful and, well, you know, careful. Cautious, that's the word, cautious about pushing you around your boundaries. They just need to know that no matter what they do, you won't hold it against them and will move earth and water to make sure they don't look bad."

"You can't move water...but I get what you mean. Sonny, convince them to give me another chance. This is hard for me."

I paused, sorting through my options. Melissa was due in a couple hours. Crap.

"Okay, fine. I'll call them."

"I'll send you their numbers. Try Gary first."

"There you go again. Just shut up and let me be the master. It's more fun that way. I'm not the one who likes to strap you for disobedience. I like to keep ahead of you, guiding you into the very pleasure that will surprise you."

"We all have our limitations, Sonny."

I let that pass, mostly because it was true but more because I was out of time.

"Send me the numbers."

She did. Rather than take her foolish advice, I called Marjorie first.

"Mrs. Romelingame?" I asked when she answered.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"This is Sonny Duncan."

"Honey, its that nice young man from the mall. Do you want to speak to him?" There followed some clinking and banging and a male voice came on the line.

"Mr. Duncan, if this is about Holly, I'm afraid she just didn't work out."

"I know, I get that. I am sure that was my fault. I was completely enthralled with your wife and wanted Holly to be what she wanted but I believe I was overly optimistic. She wasn't ready and I knew it but now she knows it. I think things will progress much more smoothly after this."

"Yes, and I wish you good luck with her. I'm sure she'll make some man very happy."

"Mr. Romelingame...."

"Call me Gary. Mr. Romelingame is my brother or my departed father."

"Fine. Gary. You and I both know that Holly will never fit anyone as well as she fits you, for a number of reasons I am not going to enumerate." I paused but he offered no rejoinder so I plunged onward. "I think she has great potential. Given a woman of her strong personality and significant intelligence and wit, having her on a collar would be an accomplishment and an incredible pleasure, don't you think, sir?"

"Well, I suppose so."

"Surely you didn't think that breaking her to her knees would be a short term process, did you?"

"Well, no. Not really. Now that you mention it, I was a little surprised at the progress...but Marj just wasn't enthused about being party to this..."

I cut him off.

"Surely you think that's part of the fun, right? And worth it?"

"Yes, but Marj doesn't have my patience. She gets agitated when...when someone resists her suggestions. She's just that way."

"But if I agreed to work with her...?"

"Why should we think that you have any skill in this. I admit you have shown some ability with Holly but you are talking about a profound change in her. You and I both know...."

"What if I brought you some of my work to date? Gave you a chance to see what I can do?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Perhaps I could bring you a woman broken to the collar already and let you see just how delightful it is to have her around. Perhaps you'd get a taste of what it might be like to have Holly broken to the collar for you. Then it might seem more worth the trouble and the risk."

"Risk? What risk are you referring to?"

"Failure, Gary. If it doesn't work, what do you lose? What does Holly lose? Things go back to the way they were, right?"

"Right."

"So let me bring you a little blonde slave for you to have for a day or two or three and you can see how it works. This would be the goal we both will work towards, we three I mean because Marjorie must be part of it."

"Marj doesn't have my patience. Well, you don't, not when it comes to Holly! Fine, you talk to him."

A moment later, Marjorie Romelinegame's voice came onto the phone.

"Just what are you talking about?"

I hesitated then made my bed and proceeded to lie in it.

"You may have dismissed Holly, Mrs. Romelingame but a deal's a deal. I'm coming by in a few minutes and I'm going to fuck you. Did you offer Holly to Gary along with your own ass?"

Silence.

Now the whole story was coming out.

"I well, not so much."

"Did you mention to your husband that you traded your ass for Holly, since he wasn't fucking you and now, even though you kicked Holly to the curb, you are still on the hook, so to speak?"

"I...."

I didn't let her gain any momentum at all.

"And did you offer Holly to him with your own ass for him to fuck any time he wanted, like we agreed?"

"I..." she stuttered, waiting for me to interrupt again but this time I stayed on the sidelines. "I, well, no."

"Did he fuck Holly while you watched?"

"No. Certainly not."

"Wasn't that the deal? That he got both of you or neither and you'd get him and me, or actually, I got you to do with as I liked, to give away as I wished? Did you mention those terms to him?"

When she spoke this time, her voice was extremely small.

"No sir."

"I'll be there in a few minutes to fuck you. If you want to explain things better to your husband, that might be the best time to do so. And I know Holly is a problem but you have to want her to succeed or she won't. I know that and you know that. Do you know what it means to pull a train?"

"Like with a locomotive engine?"

I cleared my throat.

"Hardly. It means to fuck a half dozen men in a row without taking a break. It means having five or six different cocks in you one after the other."

"Oh." Her voice shrank further.

"Would you like to be the one pulling the next train?"

Her pause to think about that was instructive.

"Well, I'd need to have a little warning...." Her voice warbled and I had her. This woman was imperious but given the chance to spend an evening on her knees and those very same knees got weak.

"Listen, you figure out a fantasy, a sex fantasy that you think I can't give you and challenge me to arrange it. I'll offer you that if you give Holly another chance. I'm bringing over one of my success stories to spend some time with you and Gary and I expect him to fuck her, and you, as often as he wants. You have maybe half an hour, forty-five minutes to make sure your husband understands this properly so that the next time Holly is in your house, he'll view her as his to fuck. Understood?"

"Yes sir." She whispered.

"Good." I hung up after asking her to text me their address.

I glanced at Ellen sitting shivering in the gloom. I expected her to bitch about the cold.

"Jesus, Sonny, I believe you're growing up. That actually made me sort of hot."

"Sort of?"

"I've been on a low boil the whole day so you shouldn't get all technical at just this moment. What the heck was that all about?"

"Oh, I was just training a pussy to the collar and it isn't working out so well." I waved a hand at her and dialed the Wills house number.

"The Wills Residence, this is Marie."

Wow, she sounded so formal, I almost saluted.

"Tia Maria? This is Sonny."

"Oh, Mister Sonny! How are you doing? You coming to fuck Tia Maria or do you want that ugly bitch Laura Wills?"

I goggled and then chuckled. Whatever they were working out was not much of my business.

"Marie, is Chris there?"

"No, Mr. Chris is at play practice."

"Is Mrs. Wills there?"

"Yes, she is dangling down in basement."

"Ah. Is Mr. Wills there?"

"No, he had to leave on business."

"Let me speak...no, better. Have Mrs. Wills prepared to leave with me in half an hour. She needs to be clean inside and out and be dressed to kill. Know what I mean?"

"Dressed very sexy, to kill, mean very sexy, yes?"

"Yes. I'll call Chris and clear it with him. If he objects, I'll call you back and make other arrangements." I hung up and called Chris. He answered immediately.

"Uh, Sonny, do you have ESP or something?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

"Because your girlfriend is blowing me just now. Ow, bitch, stop it! She let me know she has teeth." Chris chortled.

D. Debra was blowing Chris? Cool I didn't let that distract me.

"Say, Chris, I was wondering if I could have Laura for a day or two or three? She might be able to help me out with a little sticky wicket I'm dealing with. I thought maybe I'd use her for a day or two or three."

Chris muttered something and told me to hang on. He then asked me to repeat myself. I did.

"You want, uh, Laura? For how long?"

"I don't know, a day at least, maybe as long as three. If it's longer I'll let you know."

"She's yours, isn't she?"

Technically, that might have been true. I could see I needed to renegotiate my renegotiation but that was a strategic matter and I was juggling a tactical matter at the moment.

"I'd be rude just to run off with her and it would confuse Marie. How's she working out?"

"Tia Maria, Marie...did you know she was my father's mistress, before she came here?"

I gulped, wondering what that indicated. Was Chris guessing or had Jeb got put into the position where he had to come clean.

"Is that something we need to discuss now?"

"I haven't told Mom, if that's what you mean. Dad confessed to me after Tia Maria insisted that he do so. She was very persuasive. Did you know about them? You know...?"

"Chris, I'm running short on time, can we jaw about this another time? I just want to know if I can have Laura for a while?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Why don't you intercept Lydia Favors and start balancing the books with Sean."

"Annie is sure happy he's gotten sidelined. She's been entertaining him all week."

"Good for her. Chris, can I have Laura?"

"If I can have Tawny...."

I cut him off.

"She doesn't wear my collar. That's up to you. She might enjoy getting to know Maria a little better."

Chris chuckled.

"I'm just fucking with you, Sonny. Laura would love to have you use her. This is like that, right?"

"She'll be on her knees with her mouth open, I'm sure."

"Then sure. Go ahead. I just didn't want Marie's preferences to be forgotten. Mom has been mighty uncomfortable a couple times because Marie was happy with her."

"Okay. I'm heading there now." I hung up and started the car. I was calculating so hard that I just ignored Ellen. The Wills residence was beyond Gary Romelingame's house, with respect to the airport. My house was on the way to the airport from the Romelingame's. I was certainly going to be late. I was still calculating whether to tell Melissa or make her call when I pulled into the Wills' drive. I turned off the car and in that moment realized I needed to give her some heads up or she might contact Alissa and screw up my surprise for Alissa, though that might have been scrambled the moment I included Melissa in the trade to Jamie St. Vincent.

I told Ellen to stay in the car and went to the door. Marie answered it, dressing in a crinoline black and white maid's uniform that fit her to the T. She looked commanding and hot at the same time. Laura was dressed in a long pleated gray skirt and a see-through blouse with only a half-bra underneath. The red blouse didn't touch the waistband of the skirt so skin showed all the way around. Laura looked fantastic. She didn't even speak but stood with her head down, trembling.

"Does Mistress Laura look a-ok?" Marie asked.

I nodded mutely.

"Miss Laura, here is your coat. Be good, now."

I escorted Laura Wills out of her house, aware I was leaving her house to a strange woman, but considered it a good option since Jeb was the one who introduced her to this part of the world. I put an arm around Laura and felt her trembling in her thick, winter coat. She carried a bag. I stopped at the back door of my car.