AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. In Chapter 4, Jeffery Stump, the butler at the Southern Senator Anderson's home, arranged for the two uppity, prejudiced white women under his hypnotic control (Mrs. Anderson and her stepdaughter, Sara) to have sex with their two black gardeners. Savannah was told to lust them, while Sara had simply been told to obey her stepmother. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, and Chapter 4. |
Savannah was brooding over a cup of tea. She was behaving like a slut... white trash. What had come over her? She was surely losing her mind.
"Savannah, I hate you!!" Sara's cold words brought Mrs. Anderson out of her troubled thoughts.
"It's Mom. Who are you to call me Savannah?"
"I'm never calling you Mom again," the teenager spat. "You're not my mother... and you surely don't act like my mother. You made me do... do... those disgusting things."
"I made you? Did I hold a gun to your head?"
"You told me to do it and I just had to. But a mother would never tell her daughter to do such gross, despicable things. And what you did with those darkies was even worse. You enjoyed it! You enjoyed having sex with them! You're not my mother and nothing more than a pig. I wish you were dead."
Sara stormed out of the room, leaving Savannah in a state of shock. Everything her stepdaughter said about her was true. She still couldn't believe she fucked and sucked the black gardeners, and even took both on at the same time. She remembered it feeling good at the time, but now it sickened her. She would surely never tell anyone about it, but why was she keeping the two around? Why didn't she fire their black asses? She was just so confused. Savannah cradled her face in her hands and wept.
The unexpected voice of Savannah's married stepdaughter startled her, "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Holly? What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I'd stop by and pay you a visit. Why, don't you want to see me?"
"Holly, of course. I'm delighted. Sit down. Please sit down."
"So, what's the matter?" Holly persisted.
Savannah stared at her 22 year old stepdaughter. Like all the Andersons, she was gorgeous. She had auburn hair like her younger sister, but cut shorter so that it bounced just past her shoulders, and piercing blue eyes. At 5'5" tall, the tiny waist on her 35C-20-34 body was a carryover of the Southern Belles of the South's glorious past. Holly and 25 year old Steve had been married for only 3 months. It had been an extravagant wedding, with 400 guests, flaunting the family's wealth and prominence.
The butler entered the room but was ignored... by Holly anyway. She had learned to treat the servants like furniture... they were just part of house. They didn't matter. Savannah, of course, wanted to rip Stump's clothes off and fuck him right there on the floor, but with Holly present she was able to control that urge.
"Holly, it's not important," Savannah finally said. After all, what could she tell her stepdaughter? That she fucked and sucked the two black gardeners? She will take that shame to the grave.
"Well never mind then," Holly said flippantly. "I have some juicy gossip. Guess who's fooling around?"
Savannah felt like a dagger was thrust into her heart. She was fooling around. With the butler no less. And now the black gardeners too. Her guilt caused Savannah to think her stepdaughter was talking about her.
"No I don't," Savannah answered quietly.
"Cathy Morgan," Holly almost shouted. "She decided to take a Music History class or something like that and... and she's been doing it with her professor. Do you believe that?"
"Cathy...? Oh, little Cathy Morgan. With her professor? What about her husband?"
"That's why it's so juicy," Holly exclaimed. "She's having an affair. And you know what? Her husband doesn't even know."
"How do you know?" the bewildered woman asked. Savannah still had the urge to fuck her butler fiddling around in the room, and the thoughts of her infidelity loomed in her mind.
"Well, Arlene Hanley's cousin Cindy is going to the same college and she saw them kissing. Right there in school. He had his hand up her dress and her hand was on his crotch. Right there in school. Do you believe that?! What a slut. Anyway, Arlene told me that Cindy followed them and...." Holly proceeded to tell her stepmother all the juicy details. Then she said, "I never liked Cathy anyway. She always seemed to be a flirt. I can't wait 'til her husband finds out. That's going to be so much fun. She will never be able to hold her head up any more."
The butler listened to Holly's narrative and felt a loathing towards her. She was the most uppity of the bunch. Born into wealth, and being the first child, she was pampered and introduced to Southern society at an early age. Although other Anderson's often treated Jeffery with disrespect, Holly's attitude was even worse... it was indifference. She didn't even recognize his existence most times, and when she had to it was with contempt. He wondered how she would feel if she was in Cathy Morgan's husband's shoes. She wouldn't be laughing so loudly then!
The women babbled mindlessly for hours before Holly departed. Jeffery, always one to know what was going on in the house, knew when she had left. He located Mrs. Anderson and walked up to her. Being alone with the butler, Mrs. Anderson threw herself at him, wrapping one leg around his and humping it like a dog in heat.
"Pussy-snob."
As soon as Mrs. Anderson heard the trigger word she fell into a hypnotic trance. The butler told his employer that she must seduce her son-in-law, Steve. At first she was to do it behind Holly's back, but afterwards it didn't even matter if Holly saw her and Steve together. The only thing that mattered was that she have his cock inside her.
Before Jeffery woke Mrs. Anderson from her hypnotic state, he decided to have a little fun. The butler lowered Mrs. Anderson's shorts to her knees and pulled her panties aside. A smile spread across the butler's face when he saw the thick patch of pubic hair. When he first hypnotized Mrs. Anderson he discovered she shaved her pussy. Jeffery liked that look for a while, but recently told her to let her pubic hair grow. And now she had a thick bush. Keeping her pubic hair exposed, the butler pulled her shorts back up. Then he raised the zipper, making sure to lodge some of her blonde hairs in the teeth of the zipper. The butler woke Mrs. Anderson up.
Mrs. Anderson came out of her trance and saw her butler standing in the room with her -- alone!! She felt an uncontrollable yearning to fuck him. Savannah closed the gap between them and grabbed her butler's crotch. Her hand rubbed him and soon the hard lump in his pants pressed against her palm. She opened his zipper and pulled his hard cock out. Savannah then yanked her zipper down.
"YYEEOOOWWWWW!!!!" Mrs. Anderson cried out when the zipper pulled her pubic hairs.
The butler smiled when he saw the society bitch hopping up and down, cupping her crotch. When the immediate pain ceased and her watery eyes cleared, Savannah tried to lower the zipper again, but this time much more cautiously. Her pained expression told Jeffery that her pubic hairs were wedged in the zipper. Savannah stopped for a moment and then looked at her butler's hard cock sticking from his pants. Her tongue licked her lips, desiring it. But she couldn't get her shorts off so she did the next best thing. Mrs. Anderson dropped to her knees and stuffed her butler's cock into her mouth.
Jeffery put his hand on his employer's forehead and pushed her away. Her mouth was wide open with her salivating tongue hanging over her bottom lip. She was panting like a dog while her butler held her away from his cock.
"Mrs. Anderson, I don't want a blow-job. It's a good fuck or nothing at all."
Savannah looked up at him in shock. She desperately needed his cock. But he refused her mouth. Mrs. Anderson stood up and looked at the zipper on her shorts. She gently tugged it and grimaced. She looked at her butler's cock again and held her breath as she yanked down hard on the zipper.
"OOOWWWWW!!!!!!" Mrs. Anderson cried out as a clump of pubic hair was ripped from her sensitive skin.
Savannah now removed her shorts and panties, rubbing her pussy in an attempt to quench the burning sting. Before the pain even dissipated, Jeffery pushed her against the table so that she was bent over, supporting her weight on one forearm with her other hand still between her legs. He forced his cock into her pussy in one thrust. Still reeling from the pain on her pussy, Mrs. Anderson now let out another shriek at the suddenness of her butler's assault. While she rubbed her sore pussy, trying to get rid of the stinging pain, her butler rammed his cock in and out of her from behind. The uppity wife of a Southern senator was bent over a table, rubbing the burning skin on her pussy, while her butler fucked her hard. And then Jeffery grunted as he came inside her.
Jeffery pulled out and spun Mrs. Anderson around, pushing her to her knees. He pressed his slimy cock against her lips and she dutifully opened them. Soon the senator's wife was sucking and licking her butler's cock clean. Jeffery pulled his dick from Mrs. Anderson's mouth with such quickness that her lips smacked the air. He stuffed his cock into his pants and briskly walked out of the room, leaving the senator's wife on her knees, semen leaking from her pussy, the skin on her pubes still stinging, and her lips sticky with her butler's sperm.
Shortly thereafter, Jeffery went into Mrs. Anderson's bedroom unannounced. He still chuckled to himself when he realized he could do that. The butler searched for his employer until he heard a whimpering noise coming from Savannah's huge bathroom. He peeked in and saw Mrs. Anderson sitting on the toilet with her legs spread; her shorts and panties around one ankle. Mrs. Anderson was delicately dabbing hand cream on the part of her pubes now void of hair. She winced each time she touched the raw, sensitive skin.
Jeffery quickly put Mrs. Anderson under when she spotted him. He told her to get dressed in a skirt and blouse, and to pay a surprise visit on her son-in-law at his office. The butler reinforced that she had to seduce her son-in-law, no matter what. Afterwards, she was to come home and tell her butler everything that happened. Her need to tell him was so strong that it even overshadowed her desire to have sex with him. In fact, just telling her butler what happened would turn her on. Jeffery awoke Mrs. Anderson and left the room humming.
Much later, Mrs. Anderson returned home. When she located her butler in the huge mansion she ran to him. Jeffery stopped her and told her to stand still. He looked her over. The usually impeccable woman looked disheveled. Her hair was messed up, her makeup smeared, and her blouse out of her skirt and not buttoned correctly. There was an extra button on the bottom and an extra buttonhole on the top.
"I must speak to you," Mrs. Anderson began. "I have to tell you something. It's the most unbelievable thing and so humiliating, but I have to tell you about it."
"Let's go to your bedroom," the butler said calmly. "Then you can tell me all about it."
Jeffery followed Mrs. Anderson to her bedroom. Savannah sat on the bed and Jeffery in a chair. The butler waited for his employer to talk.
"I went to my son-in-law's office earlier," Savannah began. "I don't know why... I've never just walked in on him like that... but I did today. Boy was he surprised to see me. Anyway, I got by Steve's secretary and went into his office. I have to tell someone about it. I don't understand what happened or why it happened... but it did and I have to tell you. I feel so cheap, but it all happened so suddenly and...."
"Mrs. Anderson, calm down," her butler stopped her rambling. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."
"Oh god! I will die of shame if anyone ever found out. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Please promise you won't tell anyone."
"Just tell me everything. First, did you enjoy it?"
"Oh my god yes!!" Mrs. Anderson exclaimed. "It was unbelievable. But... but it was wrong. I feel so ashamed... so cheap."
"Calm down and tell me everything," the butler prompted.
"Well, like I said, I went to Steve's office. His secretary tried to tell me he was busy, but I told her I needed him. Oh god did I need him! Anyway, when she told him I was there he let me in. As soon as I saw him I wanted to get naked and jump him, but I controlled myself. I don't know how, but I did. He asked me what I wanted and I guess I just spoke gibberish. After all, what was I going to tell him? That I needed to fuck him? Oh god, I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"Go on, it'll make you feel better to get it off your chest," the butler said soothingly.
"Well anyway, Steve saw that I was distressed and, I guess, just let me ramble. Steve was still sitting in his chair so I sat on the edge of his desk, just to his left. I needed to get him to want me. Oh Holly, please forgive me, but I crossed my legs making sure my skirt was at mid-thigh. Steve noticed but quickly averted his eyes.
"My eyes went to his crotch to see if I had aroused him, but there was no indication. While I spoke about something... I don't even remember what... I shifted my body so that I was facing him directly. When I did that I uncrossed my legs and bent my left leg at the knee and sort of laid it on top of his desk. This caused my legs to separate quite a bit. His eyes automatically went between them and I knew he saw my naked pussy. You see, I didn't bother wearing panties. Oh god, I was showing my cunt to my son-in-law. This time when I looked at his crotch I saw the lump. To my glee and mortification I was turning on my son-in-law.
"Oh god, telling you this is getting me so hot," Savannah said, pulling her skirt to her waist and sticking two fingers into her pussy.
The butler watched Mrs. Anderson jam her fingers in and out of her pussy. He noticed how wet they were and assumed it wasn't her own lubrication. That meant she had been fucked and he couldn't wait to hear the details. He was about to tell her to continue when she shuddered in an orgasm.
"Oh god... oh god!" Savannah exclaimed. "Where was I?"
"You were sitting on Steve's desk with your legs apart," her butler reminded her.
"Oh yes. Well, Steve was hard. I could easily see that. But I didn't know what to do. He is my son-in-law... Holly's husband for Christ's sake. I wanted him to cheat on her. My own daughter! I wanted to fuck her husband!"
Jeffery was getting impatient. "Go on, go on. What happened next?"
"Next? Oh god, I'm so embarrassed. Well, I shook my foot so that my shoe fell off. I jumped off the desk and got onto my knees making believe I was going to pick up my shoe. But I made sure I was between Steve's legs. I was staring at the lump in his slacks. I wanted his cock sooo bad! Instead of retrieving my shoe I placed my hand on his hard-on. Steve said something like, 'Savannah, what are you doing?'"
Jeffery noticed Mrs. Anderson's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy again as she remembered touching her son-in-law's cock.
"I ignored Steve's outburst and squeezed his hard cock. God it was so hard! I rubbed it up and down. But, although Steve seemed shocked, he didn't stop me. In fact, he moved his legs further apart to give me more room. I moved in closer and started using both hands. My pussy was getting so wet... and all I was doing was rubbing Steve's cock through his pants.
"But I had to see it. I needed his cock soooo bad. My hands were shaking when I began opening his belt. I remember looking up and seeing Steve smiling down at me. His hands were clasped behind his neck with his elbows out and he was smiling at me. Why didn't he object? Why was he letting his mother-in-law open his pants? These thoughts crossed my mind, but they didn't stop me. I got his belt and pants undone and then lowered his zipper. Steve put his hands on the chair's arms and lifted off the seat. I grabbed his pants and underwear and yanked them down, pulling them off his feet with his shoes.
"When I looked up again I saw his cock. My mouth watered and my pussy tingled. I was so ashamed that I felt that way, but it didn't stop me. I grabbed his cock again, but this time it was skin against skin. It felt wonderful! I kept expecting Steve to stop me, but he was smiling like the cat that ate the bird. And that's what I wanted to do... to eat his bird. God help me, but I leaned forward and stuffed his cock into my mouth.
"Steve began moaning as I sucked his cock. I was sucking my own son-in-law's dick. I was bobbing my head up and down, lost in my own sexual desires, when I heard a female voice that sounded like it was echoing. Steve had bent over, pressing his belly against my head. He said something, but it wasn't to me.
"Then I heard the female voice again, but this time it wasn't echoing. I was still on my knees sucking Steve's cock when I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye. I panicked at pulled off of Steve's dick, looking up at his secretary. I was in shock, totally humiliated. She saw me sucking my son-in-law's cock!"
Jeffery was confused and then said, "You mean he called his secretary on the intercom?"
"Yes, that's why he leaned over. He buzzed her and they spoke on his intercom. He told her to come into his office. That was so humiliating. Not only did Steve let me suck his cock, but he called his secretary in to watch."
"Wow!" the butler exclaimed. "Why did he do that?"
"That's one of the most disgusting things about it. You see, Steve isn't faithful to Holly. He is having an affair with his secretary."
"But why did he call her into his office?" the butler asked, flabbergasted.
"I'll get to that. I didn't know what to do. Then Steve told me to suck his cock again. I refused, too embarrassed to let his secretary see me doing it. He threatened me. Steve told me to suck his cock or get out of his office. I couldn't believe he was being that mean to me. It was too humiliating to suck his cock in front of his secretary, but I knew I couldn't leave. I had to have him. So, God forgive me, I put his cock back into my mouth and began sucking and licking it while bobbing my head up and down his shaft."
"What did his secretary do?" Jeffery asked.
"Well, the slut actually came over and knelt right beside me. She was watching Steve's cock slide in and out of my mouth. I was so ashamed, but I couldn't stop. The slut even touched my cheek where Steve's cock was pushing against it. She felt his cock through my cheek. I guess that was exciting to Steve because he grabbed the back of my head and came in my mouth. I was swallowing my son-in-law's sperm... and loving it!
"But I wanted more. I felt Steve's cock soften in my mouth and I sucked on it like a nymphomaniac trying to keep it hard. But it dwindled to a useless piece of meat. I begged Steve to get hard and fuck me. I was on my knees begging him to get hard while his secretary snickered next to me. I didn't think I could be humiliated any more, but then I found out how wrong I was."
"Why, what happened?" Jeffery asked.
"Steve told his secretary to get on the couch. She quickly ran to the couch and plopped down, giggling like a schoolgirl. I looked at her sitting there and then heard Steve tell her to lift her dress. The slut yanked her dress from under her butt and pulled it to her waist. She was wearing sexy black lace panties. Steve told me to take her panties off. I objected, but he told me that if I wanted to get fucked I would have to do what he said. He added to my shame by telling me I couldn't stand up. Oh, how humiliating it was to crawl on my hands and knees over to the couch. I degraded myself more by grabbing her panties, pulling them down her legs. When they were off, the slut spread her legs showing me her shaved pussy.
"I couldn't believe what Steve told me to do next. He told me to eat her... to lick her pussy until she came. I just couldn't do that! But he told me to do it or leave. I had to feel his cock inside me... at any cost. God forgive me for what I did next. I leaned forward and licked his secretary's pussy. I actually put my tongue on another woman's cunt. And then I began licking it... outside first and then inside. Steve told me I had to make her orgasm so I knew my tongue couldn't just lick the outside. My tongue was inside her. I tasted her pussy and thought I would throw up. I was in my son-in-law's office on my knees licking his secretary's cunt... his mistress' pussy.
"Steve's secretary grabbed my hair and moved my head around, guiding my tongue to the areas she wanted it to be. I sometimes licked her clit and sometimes stuck my tongue into her hole. Sometimes I just licked inside the slit. Soon her hips began humping, smashing her pussy against my face. And then she lifted her legs, locking her thighs around my head. I couldn't breathe as she held my face against her pussy while she came. When her orgasm ended her legs went limp and I pulled back, gasping for air. My face was soaking wet and her taste lingered on my tongue and lips."
"What about Steve?" Jeffery asked.
"I turned back to him hoping he would fuck me. I saw his cock was hard and was overjoyed. Can you believe that? I just licked a woman's pussy and felt happy. Anyway, I asked Steve to fuck me. No, that's not the truth. I begged Steve to fuck me. He gave me a wicked laugh and told me to get naked first. I looked over at his secretary and then back at him. He didn't say anything so I started disrobing. Soon I was standing naked in front of my son-in-law's mistress. I tried to cover my private areas with my hands, but it was in vain. I felt so vulnerable... and so cheap!"
Mrs. Anderson's fingers had stopped pleasuring herself. If was obvious to Jeffery that his hypnotic suggestion to be turned on while telling him about her experience with her son-in-law was overshadowed by the humiliation and disgust she had felt with the other woman present. It was something that Jeffery hadn't planned on, but her recounting her shame excited him more.
"Mrs. Anderson, come over here and blow me," Jeffery said, pulling his pants off.
Savannah dutifully got off the bed and walked to her butler. She dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock. She didn't understand why she was doing it, but his cock felt good in her mouth. She felt her butler's hands grab her hair and hold her in place as his hips kept humping. He was driving his cock into her throat, causing her to gag. Just when Savannah thought she would throw up or pass out, her butler unloaded a large amount of sperm into her mouth. Jeffery forcefully pushed his employer, causing her to fall onto her ass. She was swallowing, gasping for air, and licking her lips at the same time.
"Go back onto the bed," Jeffery ordered when he recovered. "Good, now continue. Steve was hard and you were naked. What happened next?"
"I wanted to make love to him. God forgive me, I wanted to have sex with my daughter's husband. I told him that I needed him inside me. He told me to be explicit. I told him I wanted his hard cock inside my pussy. I wanted to feel it sliding in and out. I wanted to feel his hot cum inside me. He asked me, 'What about Holly?' God forgive me, I said, 'Fuck Holly!' Then I quickly added, 'No, fuck me!'
"I saw a smile cross Steve's face. It wasn't a pleasant one. The corners of his mouth were curled up... he was sneering at me. My own son-in-law was treating me with disrespect. But what could I expect? I was shaming myself. And then I heard his secretary chuckle. I had forgotten about her. Even she was laughing at me.
"Steve walked over to me and roughly spun me around. While I was still trying to keep my balance, Steve pushed me forward. I stopped my fall with my hands... one on the sofa cushion and one on his secretary's knee. Then, with his forearm on my back pressing me down, Steve shoved his cock into my pussy from behind. There was no tenderness in it. He just rammed it into me. The force was so strong that I lunged forward, but kept myself from falling onto the slut by bracing myself with my arms.
"Steve began fucking me hard. I should have tried to break free and run away, but I just stood there, bent at the waist and staring at his secretary while my son-in-law fucked me. And I wanted it so much that I fucked him back. It was awkward having one hand higher than the other so I lifted the one on the couch to Steve's secretary's other knee. I was leaning on my son-in-law's mistress while he fucked me. And I couldn't help but stare right between her spread legs at her pussy, wet with my spittle. How humiliating that was.
"The slut started fingering her pussy just a foot or so from my face. She was getting turned on by Steve fucking me in front of her. Can you believe that? The slut was getting excited!"
"Like you?" Jeffery asked pointing.
Mrs. Anderson followed her butler's accusing finger and saw that she was masturbating. Two of her own fingers were inside her pussy... just like Steve's secretary in the office. Thinking about her son-in-law fucking her got her hot.
"I-I can't help it," Mrs. Anderson explained. "I'm sooo aroused. Let me just finish telling what happened."
Recalling what happened was unbelievably humiliating to Mrs. Anderson, especially telling her butler about it, but at the same time she found it exciting. She was masturbating in front of the servant and couldn't stop.
"Where was I? Oh yeah, Steve was fucking me from behind while I was bent over and leaning on his secretary's knees. And the slut was fingering herself. Steve wasn't gentle... he was fucking me hard. But I didn't care. I just grunted as he rammed his cock in and out of my pussy. But then he stopped. I wiggled my ass to get him to fuck me, but he just stayed still. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing it down. Before I knew it my face was pressed against his secretary's pussy.
"Steve grabbed my hair and pushed my face against her, moving it from side to side and pulling it back only to push it against her again. I can't explain the shame I felt. My son-in-law was rubbing my face on his mistress' cunt. How much more humiliation could I take? But then I sort of turned my head to the side so I could speak and said, 'Steve, fuck me!'
"He said, 'Lick her pussy and I'll do it.'
"What was I going to do? I wanted him to fuck me so I did what he told me to do. Once again my tongue slipped inside the slut's cunt and licked her. I was revolted doing it, but then I felt joy when Steve's cock began moving. That's all that mattered. Steve was fucking me and I would have done anything for him not to stop.
"While I was licking the slut's pussy, Steve occasionally pushed on the back of my head, pressing my face against her wetness. Do you know how humiliating it is to have your face smashed against a pussy? But I didn't even stop moving my tongue. I was afraid Steve would stop fucking me if I did. I put up with the shame.
"Steve kept fucking me hard and I was loving it. Not the licking part, but the fucking. I heard Steve gru... oohh, oohh... aaahhhhh!!" Mrs. Anderson cried out as she came in front of her butler.
Jeffery was hard again from hearing Mrs. Anderson's tale and watching her masturbate. When she came he got off his chair and walked to her. He pulled her still convulsing body off the bed and spun her around, pushing her upper body forward. Mrs. Anderson was now leaning on the bed like she had leaned on Steve's secretary's knees in his office. The butler was about to put his cock into her pussy when he remembered Steve had already cum in that hole. He shifted his cock upwards until it aligned with her tight anus and pushed forward. Inch by inch the butler's cock sunk into the senator's wife's asshole. He held onto her hips and began ass-fucking her hard.
"Go on," Jeffery said between thrusts.
"Steve was... uhh... fucking me hard... uhh... from behind. Like... like... uhh... you. But not in... uhh... the ass... uhh. I was still... uhh... licking his... uhh... secretary's pus... uhh... pussy while he... uhh... fucked me. God forgive... uhh... me, but I... uhh... loved his cock. All of a... uhh... sudden I came. My son-in-law made... uhh... me cum. Thoughts of Holly... uhh... filled my mind. I... uhh... fucked her husband and... uhh... he made me cum. I felt hands on... uhh... my head pulling me... uhh. The slut wanted my... uhh... tongue so I began... uhh... licking her. Soon... uhh... her hips bega... uhh... began moving and then she... uhh... she came on my face... uhh. And then Steve... uhh... came inside me too."
Jeffery couldn't hold back and also climaxed, filling Mrs. Anderson's ass with his scalding sperm. He pumped what seemed like gallons into her rectum while she squeezed every last ounce out with her muscles.
The butler pulled out and the drained Mrs. Anderson fell face first onto the bed. Jeffery wiped his slimy dick on the back of her thighs and pulled his pants up. He sat in the chair, waiting for his boss to recover. When she did, Mrs. Anderson rolled over onto her side and looked at her butler.
"After they had both cum, Steve told me to leave. I hastily got dressed, feeling so humiliated, and left. I heard them laughing at me as I closed the door and walked away. Then I came home and found you."
Jeffery didn't even acknowledge the high society woman lying naked on her bed with her son-in-law's sperm in her cunt and his in her ass... and Steve's secretary's pussy-juices dried on her face and lips. The butler unceremoniously walked out of her bedroom.
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