Sharing the MILF List Ch. 15: Conclusion

Mr. Cheng's startled look and subsequent focus on me was hilarious.

"Alissa, be nice. Mr. Cheng, she is kidding. Men are not my cup of tea. But if I did like the male anatomy, I assure you, you would not be safe."

Mr. Cheng's face seemed to ripple then he laughed. "Mr. Shunny, you very funny."

I almost told him to stop it but realized he may not realize he slipped back and forth between impeccable English and something less. I did not want to embarrass him. It would be nice to know which was the case, if I had much dealing with him. I looked at Darlene. "Miss Emerson, you have to pay for your sins, now." I did laugh at the look on her face. The look of surprised chagrin, however, made her look incredibly sexy. My resolve to leave her on the bench shimmered and I thought for a moment it was a mirage. But then I thought of Landon and decided there was no point to interfering, if I hadn't already. "Come, Miss. Emerson." I said softly, with a slight tinge of mirth in my tone. She struggled out of the soft cushion with not even a little elan, more like a gangly colt just after it emerged into the world. I watched till she righted herself then we walked back to the bedroom.

Kyla stood where I had left her. The beds were queen but large enough, against the bent wall of the room. A three quarter curtain hid what I took to be a large curved window cupping the foot of the far bed. Their position left lots of room between them. I patted the air at Darlene and went out to the kitchenette and removed a straight-backed kitchen chair and carried it back. Alissa and Mr. Cheng stopped their discussion and watched me like twin radars. I told them nothing. I did wonder what they were discussing but did not ask. I returned to the bedroom.

I sat the chair in front of the huge flat screen TV between the beds. "Sit here, Darlene." I said softly. After glancing at me, gaging my intentions, she did. She sat with her hands under her full thighs, bending forward so that her breasts swelled against her upper arms. She looked like a most innocent woman, waiting for what life was to bring her.

I moved behind Kyla Clark and maneuvered her over to stand between the two beds. I turned her to face Darlene. Both women seemed utterly compliant, quietly expectant. I loved that feeling and hoped I could fulfill those expectations. Standing behind Kyla, I combed my fingers through her hair, pondering our situation.

"Mrs. Clark, you understand that Darlene is fucking your son, right? And that she knows you are fucking him too?" The backs of my hand's encountered Kyla's bare neck and she shivered. I would like to believe it was my magic touch but more likely it was my words. "Mrs. Clark?" I thought again, "Mrs. Sloan, I mean."

"Yes, Sonny? Yes. Yes I know Landon has fucked this girl and presume that he told her about ... about ... "

"That he is fucking his mother." I finished for her.

"Yes. Yes, he told her that, I presume." Kyla said, her voice was Marlyn Monroe breathy but I think it was no affectation. She was having trouble breathing.

I turned my hands in her tumbled light brown curls and searched for the hook on the back of her gauzy black blouse. I could not find it. "Mrs. Clark, tell Miss Emerson that you are fucking your son." I said softly.

Darlene gulped and changed her positioning, crossing her legs and folding her hands over her arched thigh.

I tapped Kyla on the shoulder. "Mrs. Clark, are you having difficulty hearing me?"

"No. No, Sonny. I hear you fine."

I tapped her gently again. "Well?" I put a hand around her neck so I felt rather than saw her swallow thickly. Her hands dangled at her sides, brushing the arch of her hips.

"Miss Emerson, I am fucking my son. Every chance I get, at every opportunity. Which, because of you, is not often and absolutely not enough!" Mrs. Clark's voice rasped as she spoke. She was shivering and I realized she was angry. She straightened her back and got control of herself. "Could you go get my drink? I find I am suddenly very dry."

Darlene sat forward but I waved her back into her repose. Her eyes were smoldering. Her turn would come.

"You can get your drink in a moment, Mrs. Clark." I moved her hair aside with my hands, and found the hook on the blouse. Pushing her curls over her left shoulder, I unhooked the catch and then unzipped it down to end of the short zipper. It revealed the elastic strap over her breasts, like a sports bra but without the form, more of a very narrow tube top, not wide enough to fully cover her plush breasts. I pushed the blouse sleeves to the point of her shoulders and slide my hands onto her bare back. "Lift you arms, Kyla." I said softly. She did. Her arms rose like she was blessing someone, her hands shaking before her. With thumb and forefinger, I pulled the lower edge of the bra strap till it began to give. Slowly is slid down and off of her breasts, going slack finally, to droop around her tummy and falling to her waist inside her tucked blouse.

I removed my hands. Kyla was shivering.

"Oh god." She hissed when I lifted her skirt.

I wanted to see what manner of stocking she wore and was not disappointed to find a thong that hid nothing behind and thigh highs. I found the string around her waist and pulled. Kyla grunted as I pulled the thong down her bare ass, a skinny string strung across her flanks. Down over her thighs and knees, to her calves and off each foot. I stood up with her thong in one hand. I unraveled it and extended it before Kyla.

"You may get your drink now. Give this to Alissa, will you? Or Mr. Cheng if you like." She took a step as she pulled the tiny garment out of my hand from before her face. "Wait." She stopped. I untucked her blouse from the skirt, leaving the shirt tails dangling. I lifted the back of her skirt and bent and kissed the graceful arch of her ass. "Go on now." I said, giving her a little shove.

She staggered.

"Wait, Kyla. You, you need to tell Mr. Cheng how much we are selling your ass for tonight. He is going to fuck you, ass, mouth and cunt. Get a good price for it. Two grand. I get half."

She turned and regarded me with dull eyes, lidded and aroused. The woman nodded her head like she was barely conscious. Kyla tottered out of the room like this was her first adventure on five inch heels with weak ankles.

"Sonny Duncan, you are an evil, evil man." Darlene said from her vantage point on her chair. "I tell you I love cock and you are going to make me watch while two women twice my age have sex without me."

"Ever been with a woman, Darlene?" I asked. I could see the confusion in her eyes but dared not speculate about why it was there. She had already told me the answer. Did she remember?

She shook her head.

I said nothing else.

"You are really selling her? God, when you said that I think I leaked a little. If I touch my clit I will come like a train."

"He likes to pay for it; keeps him from getting confused about it with his wife, I think. Something like that."

"How did you meet this guy?"

I waved at her.

She nodded. "What did she say about having a magic ass?" Darlene asked.

"She, she has discovered she had a hidden talent for ass fucking. She has control of her ass that other women do not have, at least in my experience."

"Which I gather is extensive?" Darlene asked.

"My experience or her control?" I asked. "Both." I said without letting the young woman speak.

She nodded, smirking. "Is that your opinion or ...?"

I heard Kyla's clumping approach so did not bother to respond. Kyla did indeed appear. Her breasts bobbed inside the gentle confines of the diaphanous black blouse. Her nipples were taut points creasing the filmy material. She approached me but turned her back to me, facing Darlene. She waited.

That action, that motion, that thrilled me to the morrow. I felt the zing flash through me and I dearly wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her hard right then. Instead, I caught the bottom of the blouse and lifted each side. She had a drink in her hand. She sipped from it.

The clink of the ice was the only sound in the room. I took the drink from her hand and set it on the desk beside the TV. I returned to her and lifted the blouse again.

Her hands went over her head. I pulled it up her body and off her arms. She stood there, topless, the bra strap was lank about her belly. I tossed the blouse onto the floor at her feet, covering one foot intentionally. She groaned for some reason. I pulled the bra off, tossing it aside as well. I ran my hands up and down her back, caressing her clear, tan skin. I pulled her hair away from her right ear and bent over her.

"Kyla, do you remember the first time I fucked you?"

"Oh yes." She sighed.

"I fucked you on your son's bed. You wanted that. You wanted me to fuck you on his bed, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, yes I did. I was so high, so aroused. I remember so clearly how you took me. I was so thrilled, I never imagined you would ever do that with me."

I blew in her ear, breathing over the skin of her neck and then kissed the arch of her shoulder. She shivered.

"When did I fuck you next?"

"Ah, in the Kingdom mall, in the dressing room at Rose Marie's Closet." Her shoulder rolled and twitched. Her breasts chivvied with the motion. Looking down the slopes of her breasts made me aware of how intoxicating the woman was. "That, that was when you first took my ass. Oh god, Sonny, I could not believe I was fucked in the ass in a dressing room. I had never done anything like that before."

I doubted that. I almost called her on it but I wanted to fuck. My cock was rock hard. I stepped back from her, put my hands at her waist and pressed my body against her ass, my cock pressing against the luscious cushion of her wondrous ass. Kyla was panting.

"Oh god, touch them. My breasts, like, like you did that first time. I dream of that first time you sucked my nipples."

I released her and separated from her. On her chair, Darlene shifted uncomfortably. Her face was wine rosy; as good an explanation as any. I walked out of the room, a little curious that Mr. Cheng was not interested in what I was doing to "prepare" his MILF. I arrived before Alissa, cock arched and evident in the front of my pants. I took off my coat and hung it in the closet. Then, as an after thought, I footed off my shoes, stripped off the trousers and hung them up. I took off the shirt as well and hung that up too. I stripped off the wife-beater and BVDs but left my fine black socks on just to be perverse. I returned to where Alissa was sitting.

"Mr. Chen was just telling me about how you fucked a diplomat's daughter in his limo last week. He seems to be very impressed with your ability to fuck."

I turned to look over my shoulder at Mr. Cheng. He just gazed up at me. "She is about ready, I think, Mr. Cheng. Would you care to come back and observe? Mrs. Honeywell here is about to go down on your girl and get her over that first orgasm so you can fuck her."

Despite himself, Mr. Cheng smiled. His lips were suddenly thick and wet. He licked them again and stood up. I felt Alissa stand up and I turned back to her. I did not move into her, she came to me, pressing her body against me and kissing me hard on the mouth. Her hands gripped my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks. Hard. Her hips bumped against me. She broke the kiss and pressed her face into the hollow of my neck.

"He told me about how you fucked her, how you made her come right there in the car. I can see it, her astride you, sinking down onto your hard cock." She groaned.

I moved away from her and took her elbow. I guided her back to the bedroom where Kyla stood, topless before Darlene. Mr. Cheng followed but stopped outside the door where he could watch us without actually being in the same room.

"Mrs. Honeywell, tell Miss Emerson the nature of your relationship with me."

"Yes, Sonny." Alissa could not stand in front of Darlene because Kyla was there so she faced the girl from the side. "Miss Emerson, Sonny owns my body and pleasure. I will do whatever he wants me to do. I want him to sexually use me. He fucked my sister after I invited her to join us. He fucked me in front of my boss at work, a senior partner at the law firm where I work. He fucked Mrs. Sloan and I both in a theater. I believe we met you the first time that evening."

Darlene's eyes fluttered. "Oh my. I remember. I did not realize what I was seeing but something about ... of course. You both had the 'just fucked' look in your eyes." She snickered. "I never imagined but he guided you like you were both drunk. That is what I thought, you were both drunk."

"Cock drunk, I was, yes." Alissa said softly. She glanced at Kyla. "Mrs. Clark watched in the dark theater while he fucked me. I was aroused and excited. Sonny, he owns me. If you stay around him, he will own you too."

I thought the last was a little over the top but I appreciated it.

"Darlene, have you ever seen a woman eat another woman?"

Darlene moved her eyes from Alissa to look at me. I had moved around behind Kyla again. Darlene shook her head.

"Would you like to?"

She opened her mouth but then licked her lips. She just nodded.

I bent over Kyla, breathing over her bare skin and blowing softly down the slope of her breasts. She hissed, trembling. "Mrs. Sloan, Mr. Cheng is going go fuck you in a minute. Is there anything you would like first?"

She nodded. "Ah, kiss my, kiss my breasts, please." She whispered.

Alissa had turned and was watching us. I looked in her eyes and after a slight hesitation, she nodded. She stepped closer to Kyla and moved to one side and then bent and kissed the slope of Kyla's breasts. Alissa groaned, Kyla squeaked, Darlene sighed. It was like an orchestra. Atonalism at its best.

I moved up behind Kyla and ran my hands around her tummy, up to her breasts. I cupped them, holding them from below. Alissa's hand found my wrist and held my right hand to Kyla's breast. I peered over Kyla's torso as Alissa's lips nipped along the bare breast.

"Oh my god, Lissa, oh my god!" Kyla groaned.

Over in the door, Mr. Cheng shucked off his coat and tie and was unbuttoning his shirt. Kyla was not the only one ready to fuck.

"Alissa, do you have panties on?" I asked.

She stopped nurturing Kyla's pleasure and straightened. She nodded.

"Take them off. Face Darlene."

Alissa turned her back to us. Kyla sagged back against me, pressing her ass against my hard cock and grinding against it. She shivered.

"Mrs. Sloan, go sit on the bed." She did, wobbling again, still. She sat on the bed closest to the door where Mr. Cheng stood in nothing but his boxers. He was lean and well muscled.

Alissa had worked her thong over the white boots. I thought about taking them off but the idea of fucking her while she wore them appealed. I moved over to where Kyla sat on the bed and put a hand to her face and pushed her onto her back. I felt like E.G. Robinson. She flopped back, her legs popping open when she did. She reached her hands down to touch her draped skirt and I slapped one. She flinched and stretched her arms over her head.

I looked at Alissa. "Make her come once with your mouth." I looked at Darlene. "She wants you to eat her sometime. You have figured that out, right."

Mr. Cheng said something in Chinese and Kyla groaned. Alissa moved past me towards the topless woman sprawled on the bed. Alissa lifted the fringe of the skirt till Kyla's pussy appeared. Alissa started to get to her knees but I signaled she should remain standing. Alissa understood immediately. She maneuvered Kyla further onto the bed, then bent over the edge, placing her elbows to each side of Kyla's thighs. Alissa then opened the woman's legs and moved between them. Kyla splayed her legs wide to accommodate the her. Alissa licked up Kyla's slit. Kyla shrieked. When Alissa repeated the action, Kyla's body bucked once, then her hips began to pulse up and down.

Alissa looped her black arms around the woman's tan thighs, holding them apart while she fit her mouth over Kyla's pussy. The sound of her kissing and sucking filled the room.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck!" Kyla groaned from the bed. Her hips shook and bucked.

I had been going to fuck Alissa while she ate Mrs. Clark but thought perhaps I had lost the chance. Kyla, however grasped Alissa's face in both hands and began to fuck it with her pussy, grinding herself against the black woman's face. I moved behind Alissa and found I needed a step stool; her heels on the white strap boots made her nearly too tall to fuck comfortably. She bent her knees, lowering her hips. What a polite thing to do!

I pulled the white stretch dress off her hips. It formed a band around her waist. Her ass and legs were bare to the tops of her blinding white boots, made more so by her black skin contrasting with them. She rocked back and forth but it was only a ploy to open her stance, spreading her legs. She bent her knees more and wagged her ass.

"I think she wants you to fuck her." Darlene muttered.

I glanced at her. The feverish look in her eyes held me for a moment. "Think I should."

"Definitely. I definitely think you should fuck her." Darlene said, her voice twanging with excitement. "I bet she is slick and ready."

Takes one to know one. I tested Alissa's oil level and she was bubbling with anticipation. My slick finger told me what to do after I removed it from Alissa's pussy. When I touched my cock to her pussy lips, she groaned from deep in her chest, like a Buddhist gong calling me to worship. I entered her, plunging my cock into her hard and fast. Her body seized me and held me tight. I pulled back and thrust into her again. Again she clinched down on me. Alissa groaned as I pushed into her. Planted half a cock deep, I halted but she leaned away than tipped her body back onto me, grinding her ass at me to get more of my cock into her body.

"Oh my god, she is eating me while he fucks her." Kyla growled. "Cheng Wei, do you see this? He is fucking her."

Cheng Wei nodded.

I turned my attention to Alissa's white clad back. Her black skin glimmered through the translucent white material. Her hips tensed and relaxed as she massaged my cock. I pulled back and shoved into her again. Alissa grunted and then her head lifted, gasping.

"Oh, oh, oh yes, fuck me, Sonny. Fuck me!" She cried. Kyla's hand found her face and shoved it back down into the pussy. Alissa gurgled for a moment but then Kyla began to hump and jerk. Alissa sensed her approaching orgasm and gripped her by the ass, tight with her hands. Whatever she did pushed Kyla over the brink and she began to come, jerking and bucking as the mouth tortured her with more intense pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh yes, Lissa, eat me, eat me!" Kyla chanted.

Alissa did.

I fucked Alissa, pulsing into and out of her pussy, pressing against the pleasing arcs of her ass as I pumped into her. I felt the climax and pulled away from Alissa, jerking away from her like she was hot. I guess she was. I half turned away from her, glancing at Darlene.

"Cock." Darlene moaned, half lifting a hand, like she was a child waving at a 3D image.

On the bed, Kyla cycled through another orgasm, gasping and clinching, hissing as she came. Her body tensed and then bucked, hunching up at Alissa. Alissa tried to back off but Kyla held her firmly in place, mouth on her pussy. Alissa snuffled and resigned herself to eating the white woman, and did so. I moved around Alissa and pried her loose from Kyla's hands. Kyla was coming continually. Her hips bouncing on the bed even after Alissa released her and backed away.

"Help me get her onto her knees." I mumbled.

We did. Well, I did. Alissa was almost no help. I dragged Kyla's twitching body onto the bed the right way, head where it belonged. I then rolled her onto her face and then patted her ass trying to get her to her knees. She was unhelpful. I finally got on the bed and lifted her by the waist till her knees bent under her. I positioned her on her knees and she teetered there. No sooner than I moved off the bed, then Mr. Cheng stripped down his BVDs and got behind Kyla's uplifted ass. He felt between them for a moment, then rammed his cock into her.