Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

Holly was staring at me. I'd barely had time to sniff the aroma of aroused Filipina in the air, when someone was tap, tap, tapping on the patio door. Of course it was Annie. She looked positively miffed. Holly stared at her then looked at me. Annie tugged at the door and it refused her. It was locked.

"Holly, go let Annie in, would you please." I realized I needed to fuck Tia Maria. It didn't feel like an obligation so much as a formality. I didn't like that feeling. Still, I knew I needed to leave cum in her. Holly would eat it out of her, I felt sure. I needed to screw her for all those reasons, for her sense of place in the pecking order but also so she had something nasty to offer Holly. Annie bustled into the midst of this, glowering at me.

"What you doing over here?" Annie demanded.

I gestured at her. She came closer and I forced her to her knees. She smiled gaily, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. I unfurled my cock and placed it in her mouth. She hummed as she sucked it deep into her mouth. What starch I lacked quickly stiffened my cock. I groaned. Annie held onto my thighs like she owned them. The silver collar gleamed around her neck. She hummed as she sucked me. Suddenly I wanted her. Something about her eyes on me aroused a new lust. I pulled out of her mouth and raised her off her knees.

I think she thought I'd kiss her because she looked a little shocked when I turned her around and bent her over the couch side by side with Maria. Maria didn't like that one bit but I noted that she didn't change her pose. I flipped up Annie's dress, a black and white combination of black skirt with lacy white blouse. Underneath she wore garters and stocking, white stocking that made her legs stark against the black knee-length skirt. I felt between her legs. She grunted. My finger was cold and I felt her flinch. I pushed into her, seeking warmth and her new dew. She grunted and popped her ass up, taking me in deeper. I pushed my finger into her but felt no moisture. I stroked her, back and forth, caressing her pussy shallowly until I felt it, the first trickle of liquid out of her inner body. I pushed deeper then and felt it, the rich nectar of her body responding to my stimulation welling up out of her sexual core. I fingered her until she squished. I put two fingers into her and she groaned. She'd gotten used to having fingers in her and now it filled her with that curious satisfaction that arousing someone and having them arouse you offers.

I moved behind her. Maria twisted around to watch me mount Annie, clearly fighting the sense that she had a rival.

"Holly, see if Maria is wet." I growled. Maria smiled brightly but then sobered, turning to assume the proper position, bent over the back of the couch. She shifted her ass back and forth until Holly touched her. Holly looked a little frightened, fingering the woman between the legs. I think she surely understood that whatever she did, she could expect to be part of her future, one way or another. She knew now that she was being left here. I was handing her over to Tia Maria. It was so obvious, I was surprised I'd had to stumble onto it. Maria would train her and we both knew it. Duh.

Holly's fingers squelched in Tia Maria. I had firm hold of Annie's ass, ramming deeply into her. I wasn't going to soil her with my cum, so if Chilton wanted a taste of her, he wouldn't get a taste of Sonny in the process. That seemed weird if there was no request to that effect, and there wasn't. Annie's body responded in full to me. She had both hands on the seat of the couch and had her back arched, lifting her ass to take me into her body. I slapped against her a half dozen times before I withdrew. She moaned, sounding like an empty vessel in a percussion band.

I pushed Holly to the side and mounted Tia Maria. I had the fleeting sense that something was horribly wrong, having access to so many women like this. The old Sonny, a little shy and perennially neutered by bad luck with women had been replaced by this man who could bend women over the back of a couch and enter them with the full expectation that they'd delight in that attention. I hesitated to presume but had little difficulty in imagining it with a wide variety of women. I imagined Lynn's tits dribbling milk while I fucked her over a couch like this. I think that woman infected me a little. Her milk-laden tits continued to appear in my mind's eye.

I was pumping into Tia Maria now, slapping against her. Annie remained posed beside me. When I didn't feel the immediate approach of my orgasm, I shifted into Annie for a while. Then back to Tia Maria. Holly watched me fuck the two women, agape.

I realized I had another option when I pulled away from Tia Maria, next. I pulled at Holly's shoulder and she fell to her knees. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I caressed her cheek for a moment and then let her lick off my cock. The feeling of her lips and tongue on me flashed through me. I was alive with lurid feelings and lust.

I pulled away from her and mounted Annie again. She grunted as I thrust down into her. I felt it then, the shivering goodness of an approaching climax. I ripped out of her clasping pussy and thrust into Tia Maria. Her pussy seemed alive with sensation, clutching at me and pulling, clamping down on me even while I pumped against her plush ass. Tia Maria was panting even as I pumped into her. The orgasm broke over me and I poured cum into her. She sensed it and clamped down on my cock again, more firmly and tighter. I felt the sensations lancing through me, like great shafts of light. I felt my body divide from my soul and the light shone through me.

I coasted to a stop, pumping cum into Tia Maria. She preened under me, looking around at me with a prim, satisfied look, even as she overflowed and cum tricked down her inner thighs. I pulled free of her, turning to Holly, still on her knees. Holly licked me clean with something more than dutiful attention. I felt a certain, albeit new attention to detail. When I was clean, I helped her to her feet. Tia Maria, rolled over the back of the couch onto her back.

"Woman, eat Tia Maria!" She cried sharply. Holly hesitated, looking at me.

"Holly, she's your mistress now. Like Marjorie will be if she wishes it." I said. Holly ventured around the end of the couch and bent down to lick Tia Maria's pussy. Tia Maria, however, reached for Holly's leg and pulled her hips in that direction. I buttoned up even as Tia Maria directed Holly to mount her face before lowering her mouth to Tia Maria's pussy. They were working out their sixty-nine when I had Annie stand up. She had glazed eyes and trembled. I gestured towards the door.

"Don't you want a coat?" I asked, realizing she'd ventured over without one. "You have an appointment, this afternoon."

She nodded and moved towards the patio door. I followed her.

"Come out to the car. I'll meet you there." She nodded and disappeared through the door. I locked it after her.

I turned to Tia Maria and Holly clinched together on the couch. They were ignoring me. I left them like that, chuckling at what Chris would think when he got home. I almost laughed, but too, thinking he'd be a little disappointed it wasn't Tawny. Then again, anytime it wasn't Tawny, everyone could be disappointed.

I went out to the car and moments later, Annie joined me. We left her drive and headed downtown. By the time I got back to the China Sparrow, I was dragging my ass behind me like Little Bo Peep's Sheep. Annie seemed quiet but I was too fagged to notice until I handed the keys to the valet and walked her into the China Sparrow. I stopped and caught the valet before he drove off and retrieved my little sack of collars from under the front passenger seat. I knew, or at least hoped, I'd need them before I needed the car again. I rejoined Annie, looping an arm around her lithe body and escorted her into the hotel. For some reason, she caused a stir. Men and women stared. She walked like a queen, small but proud, her head high, shoulders back. Maybe I was delirious from lack of sleep. I'd hit a wall. It was not even noon.

I stood in the middle of the foyer staring around, like my central processor was on break. I knew I wanted sleep but there was something I needed to do. Oh, right, Carol Lynn. I walked unsteadily to the restaurant and scanned it. She was sitting by herself, with a glass of orange juice and a croissant in front of her. Carol Lynn was almost unrecognizable and I had to stare through my personal haze to be sure it was her.

The lank blonde hair that was pretty before was now teased into a lurid bird's nest. She wore some sort of faux fur, long and stringy, black and white with bits of red in it. It was a one piece dress but I could see her legs under the table, her ankles crossed and flashing red fuck-me high heels; not electric, just shiny and red that pulled the eyes to her little feet. I moved in her direction and I felt Annie stiffen, my arm was around her possessively and she tucked against me, like a pocket on my pants. She knew instinctively what or whom I was staring at, but not why.

I sauntered over to where Carol Lynn sat, as much as a guy can saunter with a jealous woman tucked under his arm. I did my best, sauntering casually. All thoughts of being casual vanished when Carol Lynn sensed my arrival and turned to face me. She wore no coat. The dress was cut down to her waist. Her breasts were clearly visible, with only the tips of them tucked demurely behind the flap of the fuzzy dress. It was short and I could see plainly her garters strapped to black stockings which were torn and gaping in several spots. She had way too much mascara on and her lips were fire engine red and looked voluptuous and huge. Her eyes were black rimmed with long, false eyelashes.

She twisted in her seat and sat staring at me, eyes full of questions, questing for approval. She looked worth about a nickle or maybe a dime at best, worst, best. Whatever. She looked like a cheap whore is my point.

I looked around and I swear I felt a wave of disappointment ripple off of her. I waved to a waiter and made the sign for a check and pointed at Carol Lynn. I waited, not speaking. I could see the adrenalinated trembling in Carol Lynn's body. She shook like a leaf in a rainstorm. The guy brought the check and I signed it for my room, showed him my key card and stepped back. The kid, {snort, who am I to call anyone a kid} stared as Carol Lynn rose out of the booth. She reminded me of a butterfly discovering the worm was gone and in its place emerged this sexy being, which in her case had been redesigned for one thing...sex. The waiter saw it clearly. Hell, everyone around us saw her and believed I'd just bought pussy, which confused them because Annie had that look in her eyes that flashed with erotic challenge. I just looked greedy. I was but they'd never understand. In moments, Anne's dark oriental glare had turned every gaze away from us, transforming them into surreptitious glances as though the Pope had just popped in to say "hi" at a Catholic school during a school orgy. We became invisible the way a woman wearing the perfect shoes becomes invisible to all the covetous females in a room the moment she strides in.

I gestured at Carol Lynn. I don't know why I didn't talk but I suspect it was because I was just dog tired. I was so exhausted from lack of sleep that the arousal in me seemed to be an autonomic function that I had no control over...like that's different than all the other times. What guy can whistle and make his cock sit up and bark? Not me, I need a muse and I was muse fat at the moment. I was glutted with musiness. Not complaining, not even a little. I just wanted my body and brain to be present to appreciate the karmic goodness being bestowed on me.

I swung Annie around and we walked out of the restaurant straight to the elevators. I was stumbling by the time we got there and I felt a little alarm in Annie. She didn't even hiss when Carol Lynn huddled up to my left side and put her arm around me, pulling the arm with my sack of collars in it around her. I looked around, trying to catch other people looking at me, at us and I did. Every man I looked at was undressing my two beauties. I could see it in their eyes. The women? That was a mixed bag of envy, sourness, and arousal.

The elevator arrived and we rode it up with a cluster of uneasy people who acted like they had itching power poured down their backs. When we finally exited, I felt everyone remaining on the car sigh with a sort of sexual relief, like when you discover that your cock isn't working but no one wants to fuck you...mixed feelings to be sure but still with some relief.

I walked us to the suite and opened the door.

"I need to sleep. Wake me at three." I stumbled into the closest bedroom, toed off my shoes and flopped on the bed like an ugly dress. I went out with no intervening stages. One moment I felt the bed against my cheek and the next I was aware of a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me.

I opened my eyes. I lay on my back. Annie was cuddled up, her head lying on my chest, breathing shallowly, also asleep. The hand on my shoulder was Carol Lynn's. I came instantly awake with an equally nascent sense of relief, noting I was coherent and present. Annie's body against me aroused me instantly and I had the barbarous urge to have her immediately, fast, furious and hard.

My eyes found Carol Lynn. She blinked her false lashes at me. I could see her fear, her anticipation and excitement in them but it was deep, far away inside her. She had become this hooker. The next thing I noticed was the collar around her neck. I got harder. No, that's impossible. The anticipation of the next few hours rose up in me. This was going to be fun.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I muttered, realizing I'd forgotten something important, vitally important to my plans. I grinned. I'm a fucking genius, I thought. This was going to be fucking great! I slipped out from under Annie. She murmured something in her sleep and rolled onto her side, facing away from me. I got off the bed and put a hand out to find Carol Lynn. It touched her side and the sharp edge of her back and her countable ribs. I pushed at her but kept contact, using her to steady me.

I closed the bedroom door behind me, stopping to look around the place. Housekeeping had been in and everything looked beautiful. A bowl of fruit sat on the coffee table by the couches. I looked at Carol Lynn and put out a hand and touched the collar around her neck.

"I hope you don't mind. I took the sack off the bed, so you wouldn't sleep on it and found this. It says, owned and used by Sonny." She shivered like someone had pranced across her grave. "I, I feel so alive, for the first time in ages I feel sexy and not just needy. I want to be wanted. You want me, don't you, Sonny?"

I patted her cheek.

"Never say that, honey. Not looking like that. It's a stupid question." I dropped my hand, trailing a limp finger down her chin, to her neck and onto the V'ed expanse of her bare chest, swerving to find a breast to caress with the back of my hand. Carol Lynn closed her eyes and gasped.

"My god, I am so horny."

"Good, because I'm going to give you away to someone."

She looked first shocked and then disappointed.

"You mean you aren't going to sell me? I'm a hooker, a whore...?"

"Not wearing my collar, you're not. Your mine, a sex thing to be used. You're going to be used. How can I charge money unless I know you are worth something? You need practice being sexually handled before I can sell you."

She blinked and looked away.

"Oh god, I should be disappointed but I'm so excited. I, god, I know I'm wet!" She squeezed her thighs together, pushing a hand down between her legs, tucking the fuzzy skirt into her crotch. "God, I'm running wet. I'm oozing! God, I've never been this aroused in my life!" Suddenly she smiled, it was incandescent and it was like someone turned on a spot light. "I like it! My god, Sonny, my god!" Her amazement was the most attractive thing about her and that is saying a lot, given her present appearance.

I almost asked if anyone had asked her for a price list but didn't. I couldn't let her distract me from what I had in mind for this evening! I walked over and sat down, fishing my phone out of my pocket. It was about out of power. Carol Lynn followed me and stood at my knees, staring down at me, like she asked me a question I should know the answer to and was pissed I was taking so long to come up with it...like a wife hinting at her birth date or the wedding anniversary while hubby was watching the Superbowl.

I smiled softly at her and reached out, took her by the wrist and pulled her into my lap. She tried to kiss me but I turned away, looking at my phone. She understood immediately and lay back against me, her lithe little body feeling smaller and slighter than I remembered. Her little mouthfuls made my mouth water. I felt a vague regret that I wasn't going to be fucking her tonight.

Suddenly I realized what I was about to do. I looked at Carol Lynn. I needed to seal her up into my MILF list. I'd just met her but I had a good sense of Borland and that they could sit down to breakfast without lawyers and UN observers gave me some confidence that I wasn't putting the MILF list at risk.

"Carol Lynn, tell me something."

She raised her head off my chest and looked up at me.

"Yes, Sonny?"

God, I got that warm feeling in my chest that made me want to jump up and down and shout! I love words but those have got to be my favorites, particularly when a female breathes them like she's exhaling after a good kiss.

"I'm going to ask you something and you have to tell me the truth, no, tell yourself the truth. Do you want to have sex with your son?"

Her eyes got big and wide and she buried her face against my chest. She trembled against me, shaking so hard I thought she was weeping.

"Oh god, Sonny, how can you ask me that?"

"Practice, mostly. You're a MILF, Carol Lynn. Anyone looking at you wants to fuck you. The question is, do you want to have sex with your own son?"

She raised her head and stared hard at me, stalled by the question and its meaning.

"Carol Lynn, tell me that if I can arrange it, you will have sex with your son." Her hands knotted in my shirt. She clung to me like an orphan being taken away to an orphanage. I knotted my hand in the tangle of her teased blond hair, bent her head back and kissed her. She kissed me back, her mouth replete with lust. I broke the kiss.

"You said you'd do anything. I want to share you with your son. Know that. If you remain here, now, that is going to happen. I'll tell him you want him to fuck you and we'll see what he does. Eventually, when it is the sexiest and most erotic thing that can happen, I'll share you with him. Look me in the eyes and agree to that or you have to leave."

She pressed her face against my chest for a dozen heartbeats. I was so excited, I felt her excitement, the fear, the lurid lure of my words as they wriggled around inside her, making her pant for air and gasp for time to think.

"Now, Carol Lynn. You said, anything. This is anything."

She stopped trembling, going completely still. She lifted her head, looked up at me.

"Sonny, I wanted you to fail, to come back to the room without a woman for us. I was so disappointed when you came back with...her...I almost wept. I never knew it but I have lust for my son. I do! I admit it! I never did before that moment, the moment the door opened and you brought them in. I felt a sinking feeling, disappointment that threatened to madden me, because I wanted you to hand me off to my son. That, that's what has been stalking me and...god, how do you know these things? That is why I put on the collar, why I called you, why I'm here...I am terrified that I'll seduce him but equally afraid I won't."