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Crying from orgasm was new to me. I still had tears logged in as a sign something was wrong and needed fixing. But the orgasms were so strong, so profound, I had a difficult time seeing past them. When I finally pulled Mavis off her, whom I must say took to the task with a surprising degree of commitment in her own right, Candy twisted onto her face on the bed and cried into the bedspread, piteous and plaintive enough to break the heart. I had never heard or seen such a thing before and I was terrified I had made a terrible mistake, which I had but it was an innocent mistake.
Mavis and I stood for what seemed like three dog years just watching the girl sobbing on the bed. Finally, when Candy hiccuped around the weeping, Mavis looked at me and said, "I think you had better go. I'll let you know what happened...I think I know."
I went to study. I confess my mind was awash in guilt and confusion and I didn't get much done. Only once Mavis appeared and explained did I really make the effort and only when Pet crawled into the room and tentatively and even fearfully took my cock into her mouth and just held it there was I able to make much progress. Sounds all wrong, right?
Mavis explained that Candice was trained to be a good pet and a good pet for her was giving pleasure, being used, being available and obeying what her Master wanted. Taking pleasure for herself was a very difficult thing for her to do. She was trained to give, not to receive and in cumming like that, just from Mavis's good graces, she felt she had betrayed all her training and taken what was not rightly hers, even though I had arranged it.
Needless to say, I was terribly confused, but even in the midst of that confusion, there was this sense of awe and delight with her. I had made a mistake but it was my right to make it. I felt that, not as a right I claimed but as a right she gave me and even wanted me to have. And to exert. When Candy crawled into the room, she looked like a dog that had been punished and was seeking forgiveness, a condition I could not imagine but allowed to be. I'd understand later.
Mavis told me when Candy appeared, I should utterly ignore her but absolutely must not push her away. So for the night, she sat docilely between my legs, cock in her mouth, gently sucking on it when she needed to swallow saliva, drooling not a bit but always with my cock in her mouth. She sat there for 3 hours, barely moving. When I finished work, I pulled back from the desk and drew her up into my lap. She whimpered. I held her against my chest, waiting to see if she'd cry again. She went to sleep.
I finally carried her to the bed and lay her under the covers. I got a wash cloth and wiped her down, wondering if she'd take this wrong too. She woke and looked terrified as I dabbed the cum off her cunt and legs. She was wet to the knees. I soothed her.
"My beautiful pet is awake, now? Such a good girl! I am so proud of my pet." Offering these and other, similar ministrations to the heart. I succeeded in soothing her and when finally I got ready for bed and joined her. When she tried to crawl out to the floor, I told her I wanted her with me for the night. Naked and quivering we lay together. I woke to take her twice and each time she keened with pleasure. There was little thrust and thunder, just pushing her onto her back, moving between her legs and mounting her. She fucked me as I fucked her, kissing her face and petting her, telling her she was mine. This was not pure fucking...it was what people refer to as making love. I felt this tenderness for her, delicate and frightened as she seemed, that I could not explain, or reject. I took her as I had taken so many others but for her this was the essential thing, that I take her.
In every other case, it was the pleasure that they sought and found with me that put them into my thrall. With Candy, it was something different, something utterly strange while at the same time, being utterly recognizable. If the walk through the lobby of the hotel with my pet on a leash had not changed me, this would have, and did, but in this new direction, so second in its effect. I didn't understand it, strangeness and familiarity all cobbled together. I just knew that I liked it. And that it had renewed something in me that the ambush had broken. Friday arrived and I woke knowing that Sonny was back.
- COMMENTS
ishtatabout 3 years agoExcellent: more than a resurrection. Not going to over do the analysis but look to the future story.
Anonymousabout 3 years agoWell, this is a welcome sight. I've checked your page every month or two since you posted your last chapter in hope that you would continue the story. I'd decided the MILF List was an abandoned story, but I checked anyway. What a fantastic surprise to find not one, but two new chapters. This one didn't play out as I expected, but I enjoy the way you surprise me with your plot choices.
I will second the last commenter. The betrayal in the last chapter still hurts. That's the power of good writing. It sucks you into the story and makes the characters real. For the last two years I have pondered family betrayal. I think that is another hallmark of.good literature, it makes you think. Family betrayal comes in a hundred different ways, but each undercuts a person's sense of self, their sense of place. Family should be that place where your mother lives you unconditionally, your father will always hand you a beer, listen to you and give you advice to the best of his abilities. Aunts and uncles serve as stand in parents and your brothers and sisters may annoy the heck out of you, but always have your back. It is gut wrenching to discover your family no longer sees you as someone they love and value for yourself, but instead see you as something they can use or manipulate for their own gain. I went through that myself. And I know other people who have as well. You move on, build your life, form new relationships, but, in moments of reflection, you sometimes wonder, "What is there about me that made me unworthy of my family's love?"
It was the power of your writing that made me feel so deeply for Sonny, a fictional character. It made me sad to see his sister's fail him so completely. A sister who loves you will help you. Even when giving you hard truths, a loving family also surrounds you with reassurances of love and care. I find interesting that ten days after the intervention, Sonny remains exiled from his house and family, with no communication or visits from his sister's.
Well, I will now begin the next chapter to see how you will play this out.
tizwickyabout 3 years agoWonderful return of the true Sonny Duncan. Interesting to see what’s next in the transitioning of the MILF list into the Slut Club. Time to chop some dead wood and form a proper hierarchy in the Slut Club. When are we going to get some more meaningful background info on the “Blue Man”?
Irreverent1about 3 years agoSonny’s (Somewhat) Triumphant Return
I only call it “somewhat triumphant” because he’s limping a little bit due to the unbelievable ambush his friends and family hit him with at the end of Chapter 22. I’ve given my myriad opinions on that situation at length. I still get outraged for Sonny’s sake at that entire debacle! You and I have interacted before several times and I think you know my position, thus calling it an “Ambush”. I hope to interact more because your viewpoint always fascinates me. (I am, perhaps, overly invested in this story, I admit, but don’t blame me for enjoying the shit out of this character and his story). The way Sonny dealt with Mavis was nearly a perfect match to what I saw going through my own head when I would imagine this chapter playing out. The assassin concept is an interesting one given that Sonny nearly flipped out when offered a gun in his position as the law firms private detective. How Sonny will handle (if he accepts) becoming an accessory to murder yet squishy about touching a gun will be a fun plot line. Candi/Traci seems to have just become physically attached to Sonny’s hip. I like your foray into kink. It’s great to show everyone’s first steps. Sonny is going to get things wrong. But, as seen by this chapters current score the BDSM readers and the community as a whole can be somewhat unforgiving because in some peoples eyes there are immutable laws that say kink is only kink if done a certain way. Just going to Munches and talking about it doesn’t make a person right about everything. Just how I’ve encountered the community.
Looking forward to seeing how Sonny deals with his “friends” is going to be interesting to read. I know Sonny isn’t one to get truly angry often BUT what they did was nearly unforgivable! As I’ve stated ad nauseum. The original MILFs are nearly as bad, excluding Laura Wills but including Annie and Cici. His sisters...that was flat betrayal. Dahlia had, mere hours before, chastised Sonny for allowing D Debra to chastise Georgia and Sonny instantly had his sister’s back. Granted it was in service to a greater discovery but Sonny never hesitated and THAT’S what family is. And hours later? “Oh, here’s a nice knife in the back and no, we won’t stand up for you in any way while Georgia dangles her feet while sitting in Jamie’s (WTF was he doing there?!!) lap as people attack, denigrate you all while attempting to take what you did every iota of the work to gather this collection of beauties including every single female in their lives that’s banging them so joyously right now. CHEERS!” My opinion, of course, is that there be some form of reckoning across the board Sonny isn’t mean, recognize, but they need to see Sonny as he is now and stop seeing him as they used to and still do see him, as the lovable bumbler that just so happens to make women drop their panties coincidentally and use that trait to get themselves laid. Sonny needs to shake the Earth under each and every single one of them, starting with Chris. This time they lock eyes Sonny absolutely makes chris drop his gaze as Sonny steamrolls over Chris’ “the new me is an irritating badass because I bang Mommy and my basement is full of toys” attitude that popped up after he was allowed to pound Mommy Dearest. That needs to be rectified and how (just opinion). But work his way through every person having to do with the List: Friends, friends significant others, (first) MILFs and laying down thunder on sisters because that was some serious bullshit.
Just one long time reader’s opinions
BortSpacerabout 3 years agoI've enjoyed all of your "MILF List" stories. I especially enjoy your wit in the asides.
Don't dumb down your vocabulary for readers to lazy to right click to see the definition of the word. Your vocabulary is one of the things that I enjoy about your writing. I especially enjoyed seeing the work 'insouciance.' I don't see it often, but for some reason I like the word.
Having Sonny ignore Mavis, the Blue Man give Sonny Advice on the Slut Club, and Sonny's responsibility for Candy were very clever ways to continue the story after the intervention.
