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By taskmaster11
For Adults who understand this story is a work of fiction
Reflection
Willie, unseen as he sat in his white van to one side
of the driveway of Susan Richards House, told Ben Harris via his cell phone
that all was okay, that for the second day running Willie’s Slave Bitch Kim Turner
was inside her Mother’s house being the good daughter, watering pot plants,
doing a little light dusting and generally checking on the house whilst
thinking her 50 year old mother Susan was away on her ‘Sailing Trip’, little
knowing though that in reality at that very moment her beautiful captive mother was upon knees, naked save for a Garter belt
and black stockings, together with a black leather collar and dog leash
strapped around her neck.
Having been told by James that her Mother
wanted her to keep an eyes on the house, Kim made her way up to her Mother’s
bedroom there to sit on her Bed, idly wondering if her Mother still enjoyed a
healthy Sex Life, had her Mother ever been beaten and degraded the way her she
her daughter had, and if so, had she secretly thrilled to the sheer excitement
of it, just like her daughter had, had that is until Willie had allowed the
disgusting Ben Harris to put his smelly sticky cock in her mouth and then make
her swallow his disgusting sperm.
In
the few days since then Kim had seen nothing of Willie and for two pins would
have confessed to her Mother and told her exactly what Willie had forced her to
do with Ben Harris, perhaps making up some story about meeting the handsome
Willie and having a short lived relationship with him, bred out of boredom that
had turned sour.
But always, there was the shame of the
adrenaline inducing combination of Fear
and excitement cursing through Kim’s veins, that and the knowledge Willie could
show up anywhere and at any time and basically do with her whatever he wish to
her.
Kim’s
fanny began throbbing yet again, just as it did every time her thoughts strayed
to the handsome yet brutal Willie and the things he did to her body, her mind,
of the first time Willie on the pretence of a parcel delivery had entered her
house, beaten and stripped her before dragging her upstairs and verbally
humiliating her and then raping her with his huge wonderful cock on her very
own Bed.
As
Kim fingered her nipples through her light summer dress she recalled all of those
things and she once again shuddered at the awful reality that she Kim Turner,
suburban wife and mother had enjoyed every single moment of her degradation. Susan
loved her children as her life blood; she loved her gentle husband, as her
husband and breadwinner but Willie had stripped away her mundane existence,
exposed to Susan all her hidden latent desires and for the first time in years
she was alive, every day hoped Willie would call because she wanted more and
more, no matter what the price, even having to suck the repulsive cock of Ben
Harris
Willie had beaten her into submission, Susan
was now his property, she was owned by him and it was wonderful and such was the
fearful hold he had over her Kim knew there was now no way she could free
herself from the clutches of the brutal but handsome delivery driver, not
without her life being ruined forever.
Kim
pulled open a bedside drawer to reveal her some of her Mother’s best lingerie
and silky stockings.
‘Well she certainly dresses for Sex’ thought
Kim as her small hands stroked the delicate material, all of which bought her mind back to Ben Harris and
Ben being a wealthy local businessman who knew both James and her Mother, but surely
though not he was the type her admittedly social climbing Mother would go for.
Kim prayed he wasn’t, for the thought of Fat
Ben Harris putting his stubby smelly cock inside her Mother after her daughter
had been forced to take it in her mouth and swallow his disgusting sperm was
too grotesque for Kim to even contemplate………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Perhaps
that was just as well for Kim for at the very same time and whilst
Praying
that this insanity would soon come to an end, her naked Mother was kneeling underneath
the large pedestal desk with her mouth enclosed over the flaccid cock of Ben
Harris, her abductor and new ‘Owner’.
Ben had placed the Desk in the basement
dungeon he had built that was now ‘home’ to the beautiful Mother of Willie’s
Bitch, Kim Turner for that very purpose, so that he may continue running his business whilst training his new,
very terrified and beaten ‘Slave’ to attend to his every whim such as she did
right them, creating the surreal scenario of continuing to hold Ben’s cock
between her lips even though he had long since emptied another sack load
of his hot sperm down the disgusted and
revolted Susan’s throat.
Her
first reaction of course had been to pull her mouth away when Ben had finished
But Susan now new better than to ‘disobey’ Ben and so had kept her mouth over
his cock, even now twitching again, whilst Ben himself was talking business on
the phone after, whilst tugging on her dog leash, telling Susan that twenty
strokes of the ‘cat’ would be her punishment should she let his cock slip from
her mouth and for Susan Richards, the very thought of the ‘cat’ striking her
naked defenceless body yet again was incentive enough for her to obey Ben’s
order, not matter how repulsive and disgusting she found her abductor to be.
Over
the past two days Susan had gradually lost track of time for, even when she had
been allowed merciful sleep in the small cot Ben provided for her in the
basement the room had been was permanently lit, harsh spotlights continuing to
display Susan even when asleep so that Ben, upstairs and relaxing in his study,
could monitor his new ‘Toy’ 24/7
Of
the brutal and violent Willie, the young man who had so easily and cruelly
abducted Susan from her very own bedroom, there had been no sign for some time,
But
Willies parting shot had left Susan in doubt as to his likely and probable return.
‘You
listen to me real good bitch’ Willie had begun whilst painfully squeezing
Susan’s sore and tender nipples.
‘You
play up when I’m away; you so much as give your new owner here the slightest
bit backchat and I’m gonna beat the shit out of you then take you outside in
the dead of night, tie you naked to a fucking tree and let the animals have
their way with you………you understand me bitch?’
The
terrified beauty had nodded tearfully, after hearing those appalling words she
did indeed understand and, when much later Ben returned to release the fretful
fearful Susan from her cage she had indeed paid homage to Ben as her ‘Master’
crawling out of her cage and placing her lips against his bulging crotch before
tearfully and hesitantly thanking Ben for ‘fucking her so expertly.
This
act of submission had earned Susan the first of what Ben described as her
‘Slave’ privileges, to be allowed a toilet and bath, some food and drink and to
be allowed six hours sleep on the pull down bed currently stored upright
against a wall, but privileges Ben assured her, that would be taken from her
should she displease or disobey her Master in way.
At
that moment the exhausted tearful Susan Richards was so in need of all her
‘privileges’ disobedience was the last
thing she had in mind right then, even feeling a perverted sense of gratitude toward Ben for taking pity
upon her!
Hours
later a stiff and groggy and naked Susan had awoken to find Ben Harris sitting
on the cot beside her. No bedclothes had been given to her and, although escape
was all but impossible Ben had none the less still fastened Susan’s wrists into
leather cuffs either side of the small cot, ensuring the mature beauty could
only sleep on her back and also making it impossible for her to cover herself
with her hands when Ben, as he did now, toyed with and stoked her naked breasts
and nipples bringing Susan back to shocking reality.
Susan’s short but euphoric and dreamless sleep
gave way to the vision of Fat sweaty Ben Harris toying with her as he would a
favoured pet.
Groggy from sleep Susan’s mind rebelled,
forgotten was her earlier beatings, her promise of obedience, of treating Ben
as her Master. This fat Bastard had arranged for her to be kidnapped, made a
prisoner in the evil place, had beaten her and raped her, God, would he pay for
this outrage!
‘Get
your hands off of me at once you filthy fat pervert! God you’ll pay for this,
do you really believe you can keep me here against my will like this; you’re
just a fat cowardly filthy rapist, I bet you even had to pay that young bastard
Willie to kidnap me because you were too frightened to do it yourself!’ Yelled
Susan, who, in her terrified and angry state of mind, completely disregarded
the certainty of retribution toward her tethered naked and defenceless body.
Reprisal arrived swiftly; suddenly Ben’s fingers were squeezing
Susan’s nipples harder than she thought possible causing the mature beauty to
scream in agony and for Ben’s cock to throb to erection again.
‘Just
how stupid is this bitch?’ wondered Ben, just how many times did he have to
spell things out to her!, well he had no need of Willie, today he would teach
the stupid bitch once and for all of her new position in life. letting go of Susan’s nipples Ben tore of a
strip of wide electricians tape from a roll left beside the cot and Unable to
prevent her gagging Susan’s voice was reduced to low moans that soon increased
to vanquished shouts as Ben applied a cruel crocodile clamp to each defenceless nipple in turn. Susan’s pain filled horrified
eyes flew wide open, her head thrashed around on the bed, more so when Ben
began pulling and flicking the awful clamps from side to side.
‘I
really thought you had accepted your new position in life Susan,’ began Ben,
now toying with a short length of bamboo cane.
‘You
really believe I needed Willies help you stupid bitch? What you don’t seem to
understand Susan is that I own half this town and a lot of the people in it, I
don’t need to do things myself, I PAY people to do these things for me, like
building me this dungeon, like having Willie kidnap you, and now I own you
Susan, that’s right bitch, I OWN you ‘
Susan
could not help but bring her pain filled terrified eyes up to meet those of Ben,
thinking he must be insane to believe such things were possible, for one cannot
just ‘own’ another person, could one?.
‘That
right Susan, I OWN you now, and think on this, like I said before, no one is
going to miss you for a while because right now your family and friends think
you are on a last minute sailing holiday’
Susan’s
eyes grew incredulous when Ben continued.
‘Right
now Susan, at this very minute, your own daughter Kim is in your house checking
its okay’
Susan
thought of her darling Kim being such a good daughter, unwittingly adding to
her own Mother demise before Ben, his fingers sliding down to Susan’s soft
mound of pubic hair hit her like a thunderbolt.
‘Oh
yes, your beautiful daughter Kim, mother of your grandchildren, just a young version of you I guess Susan, I
guess her Cunt hair is pretty much the same too, well Susan, I could snap my
fingers just like that and in a couple of hours have her pretty little ass
lying next to yours, all naked and waiting for good old Ben here to fuck the
shit out of her, you don’t believe me?, try me, like I say Susan a whole lot of
people in this town owe me big time’
As
she tried to prevent Ben’s fingers from entering her Susan’s mind was reeling;
the very notion of anyone hurting Kim or the children was so appalling to be
unthinkable, Ben Harris could very well be mad, but what he said was true
enough, even her friends at the golf club had told her that insulting Ben
Harris may be a bad move, that he was a powerful man in the town.
But
Susan had laughed it all off, thinking she cold easily deal with low life such
as Ben Harris, now matter how wealthy, but now as she kept her legs crossed to prevent Ben’s
finger from entering her, Susan was fast learning otherwise.
Suddenly
a blow from the thin whippy bamboo cane landed across Susan’s breasts, another
across her stomach causing Susan’s body to arch upward in pain before yet
another blow from the cane landed across her thighs, leaving the mature beauty
screaming into her gag.
‘Just
in case you haven’t got the message yet Susan’ said Ben after landing another
blow from the cane.
‘You
will stay here until I’m satisfied with your progress toward being a true
slave, then you can go home Susan, after which you lead a normal life excepting
you will be at my beck and call, you will service me whenever I wish, you will
attend functions with me and be at my beck and call 24/7, otherwise you get
more of this!’
Suddenly Susan’s body jerked high in the air
as Ben’s cane landed upon her clamped nipples.
‘And
if think talking to the police is a good idea just remember the chief would laugh off your allegations because he owes
me big time and would also turn a blind eye should Kim suddenly disappear,
All
of which had been enough, more than enough for Susan to realise she was trapped
in a living nightmare from which there seemed no escape and even Ben’s last
five strokes of the awful bamboo cane upon her breasts thighs and stomach were
unnecessary.
‘You want more of this or are you going to
spread those legs for me now Susan?
Susan
had quickly nodded her head, she knew when she was beaten, maybe one day she
would get even with this monster but for now she had no choice, for the sake of
her beautiful daughter and family let alone her own well being , Susan had to
accept that Ben Harris now owned her, that she must, however revolting she may
find the idea, submit to him as her Master at least until she found a way of
escaping the clutches of this vile monster without her family having to suffer.
So
a tearful, crushed Susan slowly parted her legs, grimacing when feeling Ben’s
fingers sliding along her inner thigh toward her entrance and then gasping as
fat man’s fingers entered her.
But to Susan’s horror and anguish she was in
fact gasping in horrifying, unwanted yet undeniable pleasure as Ben Harris
pushed his stubby fingers deep inside her before beginning a slow rhythmic
pumping motion that was soon rewarded by the first onrush of the mortified
Susan’s juices, juices that had first appeared, much to her mortified
embarrassment when Ben was beating her and telling her he now ‘owned’ her, just
as they had when Willie had so cruelly dominated Susan in her very own bedroom,
just as they had when both men had used her all those hours ago, leaving Susan
surprised , shocked and ashamed both of her feelings and of the appalling
response of her body toward this
degrading treatment .
She
must of course never ever let Ben Harris know of this secret, so when Ben had
pulled his fingers from her, leaving her frustrated and on the edge of a secret
orgasm whilst telling Susan.
‘Hey,
your real wet down there baby, tell me your loving this’
Susan
had shaken her head in vigorous denial, but, when Ben had climbed upon the cot
and taken her, she had offered no real resistance and much to her horror
achieved an unwanted orgasm during Ben’s violent thrusting.
‘Just
remember baby, I do that whenever I want from now onward, I own you, every bit
of you, you understand me Susie?’ said Ben, spent and laying on top of Susan,
his fingers toying with her nipples.
Susan,
just wishing this monster would remove his heavy bulk from her had nodded in
misery; even being referred to a ‘Susie’ was yet another degradation to be
endured.
Susan’s
capitulation had made things a little easier for her over the couple of days
but Ben had no illusions about Susan’s real feelings and so ensured Kim Turners
beautiful mother was still subjected to a liberal amount of beatings along with
demands she reaffirm her submission toward him.
But by the second day and much to Susan’s own
surprise, after being allowed to crawl about the dungeon almost unfettered, she
had responded to this small gesture and sucking
Ben’s disgusting smelly cock without hesitation whenever ordered to do so.
Even so, Ben, every time he had Susan suck him
off took out the insurance of holding a ‘tazar’ gun in his hand just in case
she got brave enough to do Ben some serious damage by biting off his cock.
Indeed
that very idea had crossed Susan’s mind as a means of escape now Willie was
longer around, but it was an idea Susan quickly dismissed when Ben showed her
the Tazar gun, asking her if she though almost a thousand volts of electricity
shooting through her would be worth the satisfaction of taking a lump out of
his cock.
But
having Ben Harris fuck where and whenever he wished was another matter and
Susan was unable to give herself so freely and was soon earning plenty of
canings
But Ben, sensing her, initial at least,
reluctance ensured his slave was well tied down on the occasions when he did
fuck her, sending his copious amounts of hot sperm
deep
into Susan’s womb whilst reminding her of her new position in life and of how
her family would be so much safer by having a mother and grandmother who knew of
and complied with her new status in life.
As
for Ben, as much as he was enjoying Susan his thoughts often drifted to her
beautiful daughter Kim, of how she had sucked his throbbing cock, of how he had
felt and explored every inch of her luscious body that day in the garden as she
hung naked from the tree.
Certainly
he would fuck both mother and daughter soon enough, despite Willie’s earlier assertion
that Kim’s love hole was out of bounds to him, he had since reached an
accommodation with Willie who would finish wish his job and henceforth work for
Ben at a greatly increased salary and Willie would of course keep his hold over
Kim whilst acting as a minder/enforcer cum chauffer for Susan Richards whenever
Ben required her ‘services’ in future
So
Ben, after passing Willie another hatful of cash now had the young man keep a
watching brief on Kim, wanting to know everything the beautiful young Mother
did, day and night if possible.
So
Willie continued sitting in his Van outside Susan’s house. He had for a moment
toyed with the idea of going inside, take Kim up the Mother’s room and then
fuck her senseless upon her Mother’s Bed.
But Willie thought it may look a little
suspicious him turning up out of the blue at her Mothers house and the
agreement with Ben Harris was that neither Mother nor Daughter should be aware
the other had also been beaten and
subjugated by Ben and Willie, a neat
idea that had both men in stitches of laughter.
But for Willie the laughter was forced, one
day he would fuck Mother and daughter on the same bed whilst having Kim’s
faggot husband watching, maybe serving drinks to them as he did so.
Sure
Ben wanted to fuck Kim as well, after all why else would he pay Willie so much
just for keeping an eye on her, well that didn’t matter now, after all Ben was
his boss these days.
But Willie also had other plans for Kim, plans
that didn’t include Ben; sure she had been hacked of at having to suck off Ben
Harris but Kim was just going to have to get used to sucking of guys like Ben,
and a doing whole lot more besides, she was his bitch, he had broken her,
brought out of her all those latent desires and he would reap the rewards, not
fat Ben Harris…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Three Months on
Sat
at the dinner table during a golf club function, Susan Roberts, just as she had
managed to do on so many other occasions now, kept her face impassive and
parted her legs a little wider inside the split side dress as Ben Harris
slipped his fingers first inside the tiny black thong she wore, and then onward
between the Cunt lips of her shaven mound whilst Susan herself somehow
continued her conversation with a fellow diner sat opposite.
Whilst
Ben contentedly toyed with his ‘pet’, Susan kept her resentment and shame to
herself, her emotions would be unleashed only when the young thug Willie
eventually returned her to her own home after her ‘owner’ Ben Harris had used
her in whatever vile manner he had lined up for her later on.
In the hoped for privacy of her bedroom the
tears would flow along with her cries of anguish but right then Susan would
maintain her self control, even to the point of trying to deny she was in
reality partly enjoying the humiliations her fat companion was heaping upon
her.
Minutes
later and in full view of her oblivious fellow Diners and to her huge shame as
she tried to keep her poise and composure, Susan was achieving an unwanted
orgasm as Ben’s fingers inside her quickened their pace, pushing in and out of
her love sheath until he could sense Susan’s juices gushing from her.
Eventually
Susan’s orgasm subsided and moments later, just she though he would, a smiling Ben was telling Susan, in full
hearing of the other Diners that she was looking a little flush, was she
feeling okay?.
‘Yes
Ben, really I’m fine, it’s just a little warm in here that’s all’ replied
Susan, smiling at Ben who fingers had slipped from within Susan to now toy with
her tiny soaking wet black thong.
All
a byplay that once again bemused their fellow diners at the golf club, for many
of its members had known full well the animosity Susan Richards felt towards
fat Ben Harris and who were now openly debating the possible reasons behind,
not only this sudden reconciliation and the fact that they were now actually
accompanying each other to Dinners and functions, but also that the previously
domineering Susan Richards even seemed to be subservient toward Ben these days
As
Susan sipped from her wine glass Ben continued to toy with Susan’s thong whilst
congratulating him self yet again on his decision to go for broke by kidnapping
and training the lovely Susan Richards.
Ben
was delighted by how much more real respect he seemed to be given these days,
by both men and women each time he turned up with Susan on his arm, god if
these people only knew the truth.
Tonight
following Ben’s instruction Susan wore a low cut little black dress complete
with a side split enabling Ben’s fingers to explore her whilst they sat side by
side at the dinner table.
Ben’s
hands rested upon the Dinner table, the signal for Susan to now place her own
hands upon Ben’s crotch, unzip him and then stroke him inside his pants before Ben
would shortly instruct Susan to remove both the thong and her bra on the powder
room when the dancing began, enabling Ben to explore every part of Susan’s body
through her dress whilst they played the slow smoochy stuff in the darkened
room.
As
Susan’s fingers encircled him, Ben, listening to but taking no notice of the
conversation around him recalled the moment he told Susan she was to taken home
after two weeks of captivity, of, despite her ordeals, her tearful gratitude
and promises of future obedience toward her ‘Master’.
All this even after Ben had shown Susan a DVD
recording, cleverly crafted and edited, showing at first, after Susan had one
day been dressed by Willie and taken for the first time outside the dungeon, a
bemused Susan apparently arriving at Ben’s beach house door, showing Ben
opening the front door ,take Susan in his arms and give her full kiss on the
lips and then moving on to clips from
camera’s set all around the dungeon, showing Susan to all intents, enjoying
beatings, willingly sucking Ben’s and Willies cocks and then in the throes of
apparent joyful orgasm whilst being fucked by Ben.
The
recording displayed every single inch of Susan’s beautiful mature body, missing
nothing, not even a huge black rubber phallus shaped dildo emanating from her
anus whilst she knelt before Ben, sucking his stubby cock.
It
was, quite simply, a film of a very willing mature woman thoroughly enjoying a
depraved BDSM sex session with two male companions and, should Susan have
harboured any thoughts of escaping the clutches of Ben Harris in the
foreseeable future, those thoughts drained away as quickly as the colour from
her face as she viewed the horrific yet enthralling DVD, that had been the
morning Willie had arrived, ordering Susan first to bath and then stand naked
before him her hands upon her head whilst he applied a fake liquid tanning
lotion over every inch of her naked trembling body.
Then, and much to her humiliation, Willie had
dressed Susan in her own clothes, from her Red silk lingerie to a matching
summer dress.
Later,
after being taken up to Ben’s study, a tearful relieved Susan Richards was at
long last taken back to her own house by Willie who could not resist taking the
tanned mature beauty inside her own house and humiliate Susan yet again by
making himself at home and as the tearful mature beauty reacquainted herself
with her surroundings Willie gave one last cruel order that she kneel before him
and satisfy him as payment for bringing her home.
Whilst Susan had been incarcerated at his
beach house, Ben had paid an awful lot of money to have every room in Susan’s
house fitted with secret cameras and mics and later, unaware her every movement
was now relayed to Ben Harris Susan, her jaws still aching from having to
accommodate Willies enormous girth, soaked her tired body in the unaccustomed
luxury of a steaming hot bath and recalled Ben’s parting words. Standing very
close to her, fingers of one hand tilting Susan’s chin up toward his face he
held the appalling DVD up toward her.
‘Listen
to me Susie, should anything nasty happen to me, should I be hit by a bolt of
lightening, should I be run over by a Bus, should I ever get arrested, should I
even be framed by a clever lawyer for anything such as a parking ticket there
are a dozen copies of this DVD in the hands of a friend all addressed and
waiting to be delivered to all your family, friends and neighbours, you
understand me Susie?, you do any thing to annoy me and off they go, you got
that?.
Susan
had nodded her head in total despair; she knew her old life had now gone forever;
all she could hope for was that the monster Ben Harris would not make too many
of his disgusting demands of her, that she could somehow live with herself
whilst acting the part of normal Mother and grandmother to her daughter Kim son
in James and their family.
Later
on in the evening, as Ben held his ‘slave’ close to him on the dimly dance
floor whilst his hands felt and stroked every reachable part of her body, in
her ear, Susan heard Ben whisper the words she had now come to dread.
‘As
Willie is away tonight we’ll go straight home to your place and stay the night
there Susie, I need to fuck you real bad, then you can fix me a drink and meal,
you got that bitch?
‘Yes
Master’ the dismayed mature beauty whispered in return. The final indignity for
Susan was that Ben Harris now seemed to treat her own house, her last refuge,
as his own, very often arriving unannounced, even when she had visitors.
On these occasions Susan would somehow ad lib
to her guests, making up some sort of excuse for Ben’s arrival and then, as
soon as they had departed, would strip to the black stockings and Red or Black
suspender belt it was now obligatory for her to wear, then kneeling before him
she would remove his stubby and still smelly cock from his pants then make him
hard and throbbing with her lips whilst Ben told her what he expected of her on
this occasion.
But
just as they did now, Ben’s demands appalled and excited Susan in equal
measure, she hated both Ben and Willie for what they had done and continued to
do to her.
But
Susan also hated herself for what she had become, for what in reality she knew
she had allowed herself to become and her knowledge that escape from this
nightmare was all but impossible until the day Ben Harris, tired of her,
decided to ensnare a younger more attractive version of Susan Richards into his
web.
For
Susan’s recurring nightmare was that evil Ben Harris would decided to turn his malevolence
toward her beautiful daughter Kim, perhaps by threatening to expose her mother,
for already there had been occasions when Ben, perhaps toying with her, had
suggested Kim and her husband should join Susan and himself for dinner one
evening, a suggestion that left Susan feeling sick to her very soul.
But
of course Susan’s humiliation was Ben’s nectar his long desired retribution for
his own humiliation at the hands of Susan Richards in such a devastating manner
had been beyond his wildest dreams until he had quite by chance had the
unbelievable good fortune to come across Susan’s daughter and Willie at the
BDSM club and whilst, soon after leaving the golf club function, a fully
clothed Ben was fucking the naked Susan doggy fashion on her bed Ben yet again imagined it was the beautiful Kim
Turner and not her mother speared upon the end of his cock.
Sure
he now owned her Mother, her capitulation and submission toward Ben was
complete but now he had to have Kim also, the very same Kim who glared daggers
at him every time she saw Ben with her mother.
But
of course Kim could say nothing to her mother about the treatment Ben Harris
had meted out to her, of how she had been made to swallow his disgustingly foul
sperm, a fact born out by Susan telling Ben her daughter was ‘unhappy’ about
her Mothers new found ‘attraction’ toward Ben Harris because she didn’t like
the man but Kim had never expanded further.
Not that Ben gave a damm about Kim’s likes or
dislikes, but she herself had now insulted him with her attitude toward him,
for that Kim Turner must join her Mother as Ben’s personal plaything, the small
fortune spent already was worth every penny and now that Willie worked for him
he would have no say in the matter.
These
thoughts of Kim Turner served to heighten Ben’s desire; his stubby cock grew to
enormous proportions as he violently thrust back and forth into the compliant
and yielding cunt of Kim’s Mother Susan, who herself was on the edge of her own
half desired orgasm just as Ben saw before his eyes an image of Susan lying
beneath him, licking his balls whilst he emptied his sack deep inside
Kim………………………………………………
All
of which Willie fully understood, indeed he was surprised Ben had not pushed
the matter further over the past couple of months but Willie had correctly
assumed Ben Harris was too busy enjoying and completing his total subjugation of Susan Richards
before turning his attentions toward her daughter.
But
Willie had also been busy and Kim, despite her protests was making him a decent
wedge, just as she was at that very moment whilst her husband James was
babysitting the kids thinking his wife was looking after a sick
friend.………………………..
End of Part Seven
To Be Continued
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