Susan stood up and walked to the spot. She smoothed her dress back down and folded her hands in front of her. Martha slid Davis’s cock and balls out over the top of his boxer briefs. He gasped. Susan licked her lips as she watched and Davis actually felt dizzy from seeing it.
Martha pointed at the floor again. “On your knees, I mean. I don’t want you standing over me while I’m working.”
As Martha stroked Davis’s cock, Susan knelt. Her heels clicked and scraped as she got down on her knees and folded her hands in her lap. Davis found he really liked that sound for some reason.
Martha nodded and then leaned down over Davis’s cock. She licked the head and then took long licks up the sides of his shaft all the way around with her tongue out in a curl. Davis’s eyes rolled back in his head and then he thought about Susan – watching. He looked down and Martha was tonguing the head of his cock again as she looked at Susan. Davis dared to look and saw Susan’s attention focused on his cock. He thought about baseball, but not to lose the erection; he needed to keep from cumming so this wouldn’t stop.
Martha went down on him and back off. She stroked her saliva into him. She ran her mouth over the head and down one side an inch. She went down and off and slid a bit over the other side. He had watched a lot of porn, but Davis had never seen this move before. He sure hadn’t felt it. It was like she was missing on every other thrust on purpose and it felt awesome. He was actually worried every blowjob in his life after this one might pale in comparison.
Martha gave one deep thrust down on him and then pulled off completely. She spoke with her own spit running down his shaft and over her wrapped fingers. “Get over here, Susan.”
Susan crawled forward on her hands and knees and Davis shivered. “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered.
Davis swallowed. “Oh, God.”
“Suck him, Susan.”
***
“I’ve never done this before,” Susan said.
Martha rolled her eyes and stroked the cock. “Consider this on the job training. You suck him with as much enthusiasm and commitment as you would give any job I would assign you. I need to see your work ethic.”
Susan leaned forward and licked around the head of Davis cock. She was clearly less experienced, but her mouth on him was electric. She took a deep breath and held it before plunging down over him.
“Less teeth,” Martha said.
Davis could have kissed her for that instruction. Martha actually did lean up and kiss him lightly on the lips as Susan bobbed her head on Davis’s cock in Martha’s fist.
Martha pushed Susan away. “Do what I do?”
Martha went all the way down with her mouth open wide and then stuck out her tongue and licked his balls. She pulled off and spit on his cock.
Susan attempted the same. Halfway down, she coughed. Martha put her hand on the back of Susan’s head. “Don’t you quit on me.”
Susan relaxed and actually went deeper than Martha did. She licked out her tongue at the base and almost sucked his balls in too. He was disappointed when she finally pulled off. Susan spit a thick string of saliva onto his cock and Martha stroked it in.
Martha went down and did her side to side alternating motion with her mouth. Susan tried it next.
“No,” Martha said. She did it again.
Susan got it perfect the next time with a level of intensity that nearly sent Davis over. If Susan could do this for him after today, he would be the happiest man alive. Martha gave him a soft kiss as if to celebrate as Susan licked and sucked.
Martha pushed Susan away and started sucking and licking one of Davis’s balls. She spoke over it in her mouth. “Like this on the other one. Gently.”
Susan dove in. She wasn’t as gentle, but Davis moaned and licked his lips.
“Keep going,” Martha said.
She fucked Davis with her mouth as Susan sucks and kissed his balls.
As he dug his fingers into the sofa to prepare to cum, Martha stopped and pushed Susan away. “Get back to your spot until I need you again.”
Susan crawled back and knelt with her hands in her lap. Her chin was shiny with her own spit and probably some of Martha’s too. Susan actually smiled. “I’ll be here for anything you need, ma’am. Anything at all.”
“Very good,” Martha said. “I think you both will fit in here nicely. Yes, fit in nicely.”
Martha slid her arms out of her red dress and pushed it down past her breasts and stomach to her waist. She pinched her nipples and then rubbed her hands over her enormous breasts. Davis wanted to suck on them, but she wrapped them around his cock and he fit in there nicely just like she said. She rubbed them together over his cock, but then pulled off.
Martha stood in front of Davis and he thought he was getting his chance. He opened his mouth. She said, “Spit between them.”
He worked up his saliva and spit. She rubbed them up and down together. She spread them again.
“Spit more.”
He spit again and she rubbed.
Martha turned and bent over in front of Susan. Davis watched her ass spread in the red dress. It rode up until he saw the very hint of her shaved pussy peeking out from under the end of the dress.
“Spit.”
***
Susan did.
“Come on. I saw you do better than that. Don’t make me ram that cock down your throat again to get the spit I need.”
Susan said, “Whatever you want, ma’am.”
She did spit again though.
Martha turned back with her tits glistening between and stroked Davis with them. After a while, she stood and ordered Davis. “Spit.”
He did.
She turned and did the same to Susan.
Martha rubbed her tits together and then said, “Suck my nipples, Susan.”
Davis leaned out and watched Susan suck and lick Martha’s nipples. He started stroking his own hard, wet cock.
Martha turned back and he moved his hand away like he thought he would get in trouble. Martha said nothing about it. He watched her wet nipples bob as she slid up and down his length.
“Get over here, Susan, and take out your tits.”
Susan crawled forward and slowly pulled her arms out. Martha grew impatient and yanked Susan’s dress down in the front. Davis stared at the satin bra and the breasts that weren’t as big as Martha’s, but still big. Martha snapped her fingers on the front clasp and the bra flew open showing how pink Susan’s nipples were. Susan let her bra fall away.
“Slide him between.”
Susan took hold of her breasts and wrapped them around Davis’s cock. She held them together so tight. Martha spit, licked around the head, and spit again. Susan started stroking. Martha stood and fed her nipple into Davis’s mouth. He sucked and licked as he watched Susan work his cock with breasts he had never been allowed to touch before.
Martha periodically spit down on Susan’s tits to keep them lubricated. Sometimes she hit right on Davis’s cock. Sometimes she missed and it ran down the outside of Susan’s breasts. Susan rubbed it back into place and kept going.
Martha stepped back and pulled her dress down showing perfect pussy and ass. She leaned down and pulled Susan’s dress down and over her knees.
“Did I tell you to wear panties?”
Susan kept stroking. “No. I’m sorry.”
Martha yanked those down too and Davis stared at Susan in all her glory.
Martha pushed Susan back and bent over with her ass in Susan’s face. “Spit.”
Susan spit right into the crack.
“Rub it in.”
Susan used two fingers to stroke her spit into Martha’s ass and down along her pussy.
“Spit again.”
Susan did.
“Have you ever pleasured a woman?”
“No.” Susan whispered.
Martha pulled her head forward. “Start.”
Susan stuck out her tongue and licked with enthusiasm.
“Around the clit. Yes. Use your
fingers inside too. Oh, that’s perfect.”
Davis stroked himself.
“Lay down on the couch, Susan.”
Davis scooted out of the way and Susan laid down on the other end. Martha put her face in Susan’s pussy and Susan moaned as she quivered.
Martha knelt with her ass flared up at Davis. “Do me.”
He started licking.
“No, fuck me, stupid.”
He rose up on his knees and drove his cock in without being told twice. He gripped Martha’s hips and slammed into her shaking her tits and bouncing her face over Susan’s pussy. Susan was heaving for breath as she watched Davis with her eyes half open. She tugged at one of her own nipples and held her other hand up in the air in a fist and twirled it. Then, she made a pounding motion with her fist.
She smiled and Davis started slamming Martha harder.
Martha rose up off of Susan and moaned. “Oh, yes, is this how you fuck Susan, Davis?”
“I’ve never had sex with her before.”
He had never had actual sex with anyone, but he wasn’t going to drop that information, if he could help it.
“Oh, God,” Martha said. “We have to fix that.”
She pulled away from Davis and his cock felt cold in the air. Martha slid off the couch on her knees. She held Susan’s legs spread. “Show her what she’s missing.”
Susan breathed. “Oh, fuck me, Davis. I want you now.”
He crawled between her legs. Davis took a deep breath and then another. He couldn’t believe this was about to happen – that any of this was happening. Martha reached over and spread Susan’s pussy open with two fingers. Susan licked her lips and then cupped one of Martha’s breasts before sucking on the nipple again.
Davis thought he was going to hyperventilate.
He guided the head of his cock to his girlfriend’s pussy for the first time. It was so tight he could barely push in. He thought he was doing something wrong.
Susan moaned over Martha’s breast. “Don’t stop. Give it to me now. Fill me up, Davis. Do it now.”
He held the base of his cock and pushed into the tight hole inch by inch. Her muscles pulsed and went from relaxed to even tighter. He felt Martha’s fingers slide down both sides of his cock as he slowly entered Susan.
His balls rested against her ass and he realized that he was all the way in. He wanted to go deeper. If the inside of Martha’s pussy was warm, then Susan’s was hot. He pulled back and thrust back in. And then again. Each time he drew back the air felt cold around her wetness, but then he drove back into her heat and it felt like where he belonged.
Martha started twirling her fingers over Susan’s clit and Susan started thrusting up again Davis’s motion. He leaned down and sucked on Susan’s nipples as he drove into her over and over.
Susan’s eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed out in pleasure.
Martha moved her hand back around behind Davis and rubbed his balls and cock as he thrust in and out. He felt himself going over.
“I’m going to cum.”
“Not inside me,” Susan said.
“I’ll take it.” Martha seized his cock and pulled him out.
Davis felt his balls tighten against his body and Martha took half his cock into her mouth. He felt and saw his cock throb between her lips as he unloaded his cum over and over. He thought she was swallowing, but then his cum ran out both sides of her mouth around his cock and dribbled onto her huge tits.
She pulled off of him and gently licked the head of his cock over and over stroking him until he was spent.
Martha left Davis on the sofa and positioned her mouth over Susan’s like she wanted to kiss. Her cheeks were puffed out. Susan smiled and then opened her mouth with her tongue out. Martha spit what remained of Davis’s load into Susan’s mouth. He was surprised how much cum it was.
Martha licked her lips and then Susan’s lips. “Swallow.”
Susan obeyed. “What do you think of our work, Martha?”
As she spoke, Susan’s foot slid over into Davis’s lap and she stroked his cock against his stomach with it.
Martha smiled. “I have positions for both of you. Welcome, to a long, fruitful relationship with your new dream job.”
Susan smiled again. “I think we’ll be very happy here.”
Davis nodded, but then dropped his head back against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed. He still felt Susan’s foot on him as his cock grew hard again. Then, he felt Martha’s mouth kissing and licking him and Susan’s foot.
It seemed that his work here was never done.
Story 12
Little Girls are supposed to melt their daddy’s hearts. That is common knowledge for many in the world, that men can be heartless and cruel, but when they look down at their newborn daughter, their hearts melt, and they come to know that they have created something precious and fragile, and commit themselves to loving and caring for this new little life. Dad teaches their little girls about the world, showing them the many dangers that await them, and protect them from those dangers for as long as they can. They chase away the young boys who only have one thing on their mind, comfort them and give them all the strength that they possess.
A daughter is supposed to melt her daddy’s heart, and make him into a better man then all the years and experiences of his life could ever bring. Except, of course, when that daughter looks just like her mom, a mom that died shortly after giving birth to that daughter. In that situation, that love in a dad’s heart can quickly turn to hatred and self-loathing every time he looks at her. His heart quickly become bitter, yet even in this case, a dad’s heart still belongs to his daughter. Every bit of suffering he feels is now her sole property and she will have to bear it.
In the 1800’s, it was common for mothers to die in child birth, so the situation that young Adele suffered from since the day she was born wasn’t unique. Growing up as a child, she had heard stories of other little girls that left home when they turned 18, usually slipping away in the night to make a living in the Wild West, where no one cared where you came from, or about your past, and opportunity was there for those with enough drive to claim it. These thoughts had been on her mind since she was 14, and she finally realized there was nothing she could ever do to make him love her. She cared for him, fed him, mended his clothes when they were torn, and kept their small house in order. There was only so much she could do though, and since her dad cared little for giving her a good home or a happy life, their house was in bad shape, and most of her clothes were sown together from rags that she owned. Her grandparents occasionally visited them, trying to heal the pain in their son’s heart and to show their granddaughter the love she so desperately needed, bringing her new clothes, and teaching her skills that she would need in her life, such as how to cook and clean, how to mend and sow, and even how to read. One of her favorite gifts that they always brought her was books, when she could read in the early mornings and escape her life and her mind for a few hours.
She loved the stories of cowboys, how they were brave and noble, and aided strangers whenever they could. Sometimes she dreamed of being born a boy, and running away to help others, but most of the time, she dreamed of being in a bad situation, and being rescued by one of these brave and noble men, men who cared more about others then for themselves. This fantasy would bring a smile to her face as she went about her chores, and it was the last thought she had as she went to bed. Maybe one day she would be in that situation, and she would find a noble man like that a man she could marry, who would love her and treat her like she was worth something. A man that would see her as more than a burden, and see her as…..a woman.
“What is that stink? Are you cooking or do you have a skunk in the kitchen?” Her dad’s harsh voice woke her up from her thoughts.
“Sorry father, I’m cooking your dinner for you.” She looked down at the food she was cooking, a piece of fatback and some cornbread. She didn’t dare to let his food get burnt; she had learned that lesson
many times in the past.
“Hurry up and finish, if you’re going to feed me slop, it shouldn’t take all day to make it.” She had lived with him long enough to know that he liked her food, but just didn’t care for her. She knew the food must smell good, and it was an important day for her, she wanted to make something he liked to put him in….a less bad mood. She quickly finished and made his plate and something to drink for him, and carried it the table, putting it in front of him. She stood beside him, waiting in case he needed anything.
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