AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
|
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 6, Mrs. Anderson was spanked by her maid and then sexually abused by her son-in-law. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, and Chapter 6. |
Savannah walked gingerly through the mansion until she was in her bedroom. Her buttocks stung from Gina's spanking and her asshole hurt from Steve's ruthless fucking. Cum was leaking from her asshole and dripping off her chin. The foul taste of hers and Steve's ass lingered in her mouth. And her forehead was tender.
John's 21st birthday party was going to begin soon and Savannah had to get ready. She quickly showered and sat at her vanity to blow dry her hair. The high society woman gasped when she noticed the red rug burn on her forehead. She tried wiping it off, but that only made it redder. Savannah did her hair and makeup, powdering her forehead, but some of the redness showed through. This was a big day for the Andersons, with many guests and even the press invited, and she had this red blotch on her forehead. A mark she couldn't explain. What could she say? That her forehead rubbed on the carpet in the den while her son-in-law fucked her ass?
"Savannah, where have you been?" the Senator asked his wife, obviously perturbed. "What's that on your forehead?"
"It's nothing... I just bumped into a door."
"For god's sake, woman, get your act together. Today is a big day for us. Don't fuck it up or you'll regret it."
Savannah felt like slapping her powerful overbearing husband, but knew better. She humbly acknowledged his threat and walked past him. Some of the guests had already arrived and it was her duty to welcome them. Everyone looked regal in their tuxedos and gowns.
The flash surprised her, but then she noticed one of the press photographers. Normally she would have been pleased with the attention and having her face on the society page in the newspaper, but all she could think about was the red blotch on her forehead. Why had she let Steve fuck her? Why did she let him treat her like a slut? But just the thought of her son-in-law made her pussy tingle and moisten. She unconsciously scanned the room, but luckily for her he was nowhere to be seen.
Earlier, while everyone was bustling around, the butler was busy as well... and not just managing the staff. He put Sara under and gave her some hypnotic suggestions. He did the same to Mrs. Anderson when he found her in the den after Steve had left. He also made a call, inviting someone that wasn't on the guest list.
The party was in full swing with people chatting, the band playing soft music, drinks being gulped down, and everyone wishing John a happy birthday and congratulating Senator Anderson. The press, of course, was recording it all by taking notes and photos while mingling and eavesdropping.
Sara was chatting with some friends when one of them pointed over her shoulder and exclaimed, "What's he doing here?"
Sara turned her head and spotted Melvin, the nerd from school... the same boy who she had led on only to humiliate in front of her peers. How dare he come to her house? She thought it would be a wonderful opportunity to demean the fat geek further and began walking towards him. But the closer she got, her emotion of rage turned to something else. She felt lust. She thought it strange, and wondered what had brought it on, but the closer she got to Melvin the stronger the feeling got.
"What are you doing here?" the bratty teenage girl said loud enough for anyone within 20 yards to hear.
"I... I um, I was, um...." Melvin stammered.
"You, you, you... um, um, um," Sara mimicked, generating a few chuckles from the surrounding guests. "You what? Jackass! Look, you're a loser and don't belong here. I told you once before that you won't ever get a girl and the best you will ever get is your own hand. So crawl back under your rock and jerk off. Just don't do it here!"
The poor boy was speechless. He knew he shouldn't have come, but the Anderson's butler invited him. He was told Sara wanted him there. The butler sounded so sincere that Melvin didn't think it was a trap. But now he was being humiliated again. How could he have fallen for Sara's shenanigans twice?
Melvin tried to speak, but he was tongue-tied. He felt the sweat beading up on his forehead and his underarms get wet. That damn butler! He set the trap for Sara, and Melvin fell right into it. The poor boy felt the eyes glaring at him and heard the laughter and snickers.
"I was invited," Melvin said out of exasperation.
Sara was about to reprimand him for having the nerve to speak back to her, but all of a sudden her lust moved up several notches. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten. She actually clamped her thighs together, trying to put some pressure on her tingling pussy. Instead of scolding Melvin, Sara moved towards him. Melvin jumped back, but Sara kept going until she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. Without warning, Sara had a lip-lock on the fat nerd, trying to push her tongue into his mouth.
A burst of laughter erupted, but then it got very quiet when people realized Sara wasn't just teasing the boy. She was really kissing him -- very passionately.
"Sara, what are you doing?" one of her friends called out.
"Yuck, stop it girl," another one added.
One after another, Sara's friends yelled at her to stop. They couldn't believe their friend would do such a thing. It was disgusting. It was demeaning to Sara, and therefore them... her friends. What they didn't know was the influence Sara's butler had on her and what hypnotic suggestions he had planted in her mind... like how she reacted when Melvin said "I was invited."
Sara pulled one of Melvin's hands to her breast and held it there. The dumbstruck boy didn't know what to do. Sara had been right about one thing -- he had never been with a girl. And now he was French-kissing a beautiful one in front of hundreds of people... and she brought his hand onto her breast. He couldn't think so he simply began sweating more and... squeezed her tit.
Sara began moaning. She didn't know why. She didn't understand why she was doing this with the fat nerd. She didn't know why she was doing it in front of all the guests. But she didn't care. It felt too good to stop. One of her hands dropped between their bodies onto Melvin's crotch. She found his cock already hard and began rubbing it.
"Oh, please stop," Melvin moaned, pulling away from Sara's mouth. "I can't hold back."
All of a sudden Sara's friends began laughing. They now understood. Sara was a master. She was going to make the fat boy cum in his pants in front of everyone. He would never live that down. The taunts began.
"What's the matter Melvin, your little dick is hard?"
"Poor Melvin can't take it. He's gonna cum."
"In his pants. Ha ha. Fat Melvin is going to wet his pants. Ha ha."
But to everyone's shock, Sara opened Melvin's trousers and fished out his hard cock. It was in her hand now. She was touching his dick. And if that wasn't bad enough, the rich, uppity teenage girl dropped to her knees and stuffed it in her mouth.
"Eeeyuuu, gross!" one of Sara's friends called out.
But Sara ignored her friends' pleas for her to desist. She longed for Melvin's cock... for his sperm. She didn't know why, but she did, so the she kept sucking on the hard cock protruding from under the fat, sweaty belly of a boy she wouldn't have bothered to throw a life preserver if he had been drowning.
"Oh, eerrrrrrr," Melvin grunted, humping his hips furiously as he came in Sara's mouth.
Sara continued sucking the hard dick and swallowing all of its discharge. She wanted it so badly that her slurping and gulping noises were clearly heard by those around them. When Melvin stopped cumming, Sara pulled her mouth off his cock. The flash from a newspaper's photographer captured the moment -- Sara Anderson, the Senator's youngest daughter, on her knees in a full length gown with a hard cock in front of her face and a strand of sperm connecting the cock to her lips.
But Sara's lust was not quenched. In fact, she seemed to need Melvin even more. Right there, in front of hundreds of people and reporters, Sara shimmied her long gown up over her thighs until it was bunched at her waist. She quickly pulled her panties off and pulled Melvin towards her as she dropped to her back. Before anyone could react, Melvin was lying between her spread legs with his hard cock jutting from his pants. And before Melvin realized it, Sara had guided his cock into her pussy. When Melvin felt the warmth of a girl's pussy for the first time, the fat nerd thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock fully into Sara's sheath. He jerked his hips a few times and grunted again as his sperm filled Sara's pussy.
But Melvin was young and remained hard. He paused only until his orgasm finished and then began jerking his hips again. He was fucking Sara right in front of hundreds of people... and she was fucking him back.
"Oh yes, fuck me," Sara screamed. "You feel so good. Make me cum. Fuck me hard."
Melvin didn't even hear Sara's request. He was oblivious to everything except the hot, warm feeling of moist flesh hugging his cock. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Not even what he had imagined. His hand was nothing compared to it. When Sara sucked his cock, he thought that was the best feeling, but even that didn't compare to the sensations he was feeling right now. He kept plunging his cock in and out of the warm tunnel between Sara's legs.
"Oh no, don't cum again," Sara shrieked. "Please, keep fucking me. Don't cum. Oh no, I feel you squirting inside me. Stay hard. Please stay hard. Yeah, oh God thank you. Keep fucking me. Oh shit I feel it coming. Oh shit, I'm gonna... oh, aaahhhhh," Sara cried out as she orgasmed.
Melvin was even oblivious to that. He kept ramming his cock in and out of Sara's convulsing body until he felt the urge to cum again. And that's what he did. Once again he filled the teenage girl's pussy with his hot sperm.
All of a sudden Melvin felt himself being pulled off the panting girl beneath him. He was held down by two men. Looking up he realized one of them was Senator Anderson himself. Melvin was speechless, not knowing what to do. He wanted to get up and run home, but they held him too securely. And then he felt a mouth on his soft cock. He looked over his fat belly to see Sara sucking his slimy dick.
The Senator released his hold on Melvin and grabbed his youngest daughter. He pulled her off Melvin, causing her lips to make a loud smacking noise in the air. Sara frantically struggled to get free so that she could put Melvin's cock back in her mouth, but the grip on her was too tight. She squirmed and kicked, causing her hairdo to come undone and the top of her dress to fall below her tits. Sara's naked body was now on display, the only part covered was the gown's material bunched around her waist. As she kicked, her legs spread and Melvin's numerous discharges poured from her pussy.
Several flashes went off, getting pictures that would never be seen in the society pages. Well, not with certain areas covered anyway. But it crossed several of the photographers' minds that they could make a bundle selling them to less respectable magazines.
While Senator Anderson tried to control his daughter, finally lifting her over his shoulder to carry her into the mansion, Melvin broke free and escaped. It wasn't until he was halfway home that he began breathing normally again. Well, breathing anyway. He was still breathing hard from his first blow-job and fuck.
Senator Anderson threw his daughter onto her back, her petite body bouncing on the mattress. He stared down at her almost nude form, taking in her youthful beauty. Then he snapped out of it realizing she wasn't one of his Senate interns who he had taken liberties with.
"Are you crazy?" the Senator asked his daughter, not expecting a response. "What did you just do? Are you mad?"
"Dad, I don't know. Something came over me and I couldn't help it," Sara tried to explain what she couldn't explain to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks now that Melvin was out of sight and the hypnotic suggestion had evaporated.
"You're nothing but a slut," the Senator berated her. "You acted like cheap white trash. Haven't I taught you to be discreet? If you want to bang every guy in town, just don't let anyone know about it. I don't know how I'm going to recover from the mess you caused. Jeez, there were people taking pictures."
The Senator stormed out of his daughter's room, leaving her trembling on the bed. She was going to be the laughing stock of everyone. Her life was ruined. When the Senator rejoined some of his guests he tried to make light of what had happened. He used all his charm to tell everyone it was no big deal. But when someone pointed to the cum that had leaked from his daughter's pussy onto his tuxedo, he lost it. The normally domineering, powerful man hunched his shoulders and sulked away from the group, back into the house to change his jacket.
While the commotion with Sara and Melvin was going on, Mrs. Anderson caught sight of her son-in-law and wandered over to him. She craved him sexually, even though hundreds of people were around. She watched her stepdaughter shamelessly have sex right in front of everyone, but instead of disgusting her it made her envious. She wondered why Sara should have all the fun.
Steve jumped when he felt a hand slip between his legs from behind and grab his crotch. He quickly looked over his shoulder and saw the lust filled eyes of his mother-in-law -- the same eyes he had seen in his office. But this was different. They weren't alone. He had his reputation and marriage to consider. But her moving fingers felt good on his growing erection and everyone seemed to be concentrating on Sara's debauchery, so he rationalized no one would notice if they were inconspicuous. Why not let the sex-starved bitch get worked up and then drag her into an empty room and fuck her lights out. That's what Steve thought while he spread his legs more to give his mother-in-law better access.
Once Steve was hard, Mrs. Anderson pressed her body against his back and moved her hand around him. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside his trousers. Steve quickly looked around, but everyone still seemed to be consumed with Sara's activities so he let his mother-in-law fondle his cock. After all, it really felt good and the depravity of it turned him on.
Steve felt his mother-in-law humping against the back of his thigh while she squeezed and pulled on his erection. She was nibbling on his earlobe and whispering in his ear that she wanted to suck his cock and fuck him. She was so turned on that she would do it in front of all these people.
Steve was beginning to panic now. Savannah was indicating she wouldn't be discreet and he could get into trouble. He enjoyed humiliating his mother-in-law in his office and the den, but this was different. He could get into trouble. Steve was about to call it quits and pull Savannah's hand away when the commotion of the Senator breaking up the sex scene and carrying Sara into the house caused everyone to pay more attention to the action away from him.
While everyone's attention was on the near naked squirming teenager on the Senator's shoulder, Steve pulled Savannah's hand off his cock but held her wrist. He located an area in the grass that was not lit up by the bright lights. In fact, it was pitch dark in the moonless night. Steve dragged his mother-in-law through the crowd to the spot. The thought of fucking his mother-in-law out of sight, yet near the partygoers, was too much of a turn-on to forgo.
Steve pushed Savannah to her knees and pulled out his hard cock. He quickly looked towards the crowd but no one saw them -- they were in the open, but hidden by the cover of darkness. He pulled his mother-in-law by her hair until she swallowed his cock and began sucking it. Steve was standing in the Senator's garden, humping his hips and thrusting his cock in and out of the Senator's wife's mouth, while hundreds of people stood nearby.
"Yeah, suck it slut," Steve growled. "Suck my cock, bitch. Maybe we should call one of the photographers over and take a picture. Yeah, the powerful Senator's wife on her knees sucking my cock."
Savannah panicked when Steve mentioned the other people. In her lust filled state, she hadn't even thought of them, but now Steve made her aware of her surroundings. But even though she was terrified and humiliated, she couldn't stop. While sucking her son-in-law's cock, her eyes darted to her guests, but no one seemed to see them. She sucked on Steve's cock with more vigor.
"Too bad you wore a light colored gown," Steve continued to humiliate his mother-in-law. "How are you going to explain the grass stains on your knees? What a fuckin' slut. On her knees sucking my cock during her son's 21st birthday party. Before this night's over, you're going to outperform your slut daughter. When you go back to your guests you're going to have my cum in your belly and cunt. Go on, keep sucking. Yeah, what a mouth! Oh god, oh god, swallow it all. Oh go... aaahhhhh!!!"
Steve grabbed the back of Savannah's head and pulled it towards him while thrusting his hips forward. He rammed his cock into his mother-in-law's throat, causing her to gag. He shot a few thick spurts of semen before realizing Savannah was chocking. Steve released his hold on her head and Savannah pulled back. But Steve was still shooting sperm which now splashed against her face and the top of her gown.
While Savannah was sputtering and trying to breathe, Steve pulled her to her feet and ripped her gown's shoulder straps, pulling the garment down over her breasts. He gathered the material at her feet and dragged her gown up her legs until it was bunched at her waist. After ripping her lace panties off, shredding them and tossing them onto the grass, Steve pushed his mother-in-law onto her back. He chuckled evilly wondering what someone, probably the gardeners, would think when they found her tattered panties the next day.
Pulling Savannah's knees up and spreading them, Steve got between them. He aligned his still hard cock with her pussy and pushed all the way in. With his cock buried in his mother-in-law's pussy, Steve leaned forward and began sucking on her tits and nipples. Savannah moaned her approval and wiggled her pelvis to encourage Steve to fuck her. And that's just what he did.
"Take my cock, slut. Yeah, you really like me fucking you, don't you? What a fuckin' slut. You're no more than a bitch in heat. You're like the stray dog wandering the alleys in search of a fuck. Well bitch, I'm gonna fuck your pussy raw. Now and any time I want."
"Yes, fuck me hard. You can fuck me anytime."
"What about Holly?"
"I don't care about Holly. Please keep fucking me."
"Remember when I fucked you in my office? The first thing I did when I got home was to stuff my cock into Holly's mouth. She sucked our dried cum off my cock. Yeah, what do you think of that? Your daughter sucked my cock after I had fucked you. She was sucking the cock that had fucked her mother... the cock that was inside your cunt."
"I don't care, just fuck me now."
Steve continued to plow his cock in and out of his mother-in-law's wet snatch. She had orgasmed several times but wanted more. Then he remembered what he had told her about her gown getting grass stains on her knees and realized he might have the same problem. Even though his tuxedo was black, they might show. Steve pulled out of Savannah.
"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Savannah wailed.
"Don't worry, slut, I'm not done. I haven't cum in your pussy yet."
Steve got onto his back and pulled his mother-in-law on top of him. While straddling his hips, Savannah guided her son-in-law's cock into her pussy and began bouncing up and down. They continued to fuck until Steve was ready to climax.
"Yeah bitch, fuck me good. Be a good bitch and make me cum. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fill your cunt with my hot sperm. Here it comes, bitch. Oh shit, I'm cumming."
Savannah kept bouncing up and down on her son-in-law's prone body, feeling his sticky sperm enter her pussy. Steve shut his eyes tight as he unloaded his semen into his mother-in-law's pussy. Even though they were fucking outside with several hundred guests and reporters nearby, the two were in a world of their own and didn't hear the countdown.
John had been born at exactly 1:04 a.m. 21 years before. And the Senator had a birthday surprise for him. He told the guests about John's birth time and asked them to count it down like you do on New Year's Eve. And that's just what the few hundred people were doing. Then, at exactly 1:04 a.m., a huge light display illuminated on the lawn. It was fifty feet square, saying "Happy 21st birthday, John." It was so bright it lit up the entire yard. And between the bright lights and the guests was Savannah sitting astride Steve, her gown bunched at her waist and her naked tits jiggling, fucking her son-in-law's brains out. Steve had his eyes closed while spurting his sperm into his mother-in-law's pussy.
All of a sudden there was only quiet. No talking. No cheering. Nothing but silence as hundreds of people watched the shameless display of Savannah fucking her son-in-law. The photographers seemed to be the first to snap out of it and a few flashes went off. It was so bright that they probably didn't even need the flash. And then Holly ran screaming towards the coupled couple.
"Get off my husband," Holly shouted.
Steve heard his wife's voice and opened his eyes. He squinted for a moment, confused at the bright light. Then he realized that he was no longer protected by the dark and gasped. It was about that time Holly reached them and started pounding her stepmother on the back. Savannah was still under the butler's hypnotic suggestion and didn't care that anyone, even Holly, saw them. She kept bouncing up and own on Steve's cock.
Steve finally realized what was happening and pushed Savannah off him. To his chagrin, but the photographers' glee, Savannah quickly leaned over and stuffed his softening cock into her mouth. Photo after photo were taken of the Senator's wife, almost completely naked, sucking her son-in-law's cock.
But Savannah was overpowered by Steve and Holly and soon she was flung to the floor. Holly's blows were redirected towards her husband, punching him while yelling for a divorce. Steve pushed his wife away and got to his feet. He ran away from the crowd with his slimy soft dick dangling from his tuxedo pants.
The Senator was stunned, but soon informed everyone the party was over. He shoved his guests away from the area his almost nude wife was laying and asked them to leave. Although most looked over their shoulders at the Senator's wife on the grass, they eventually filed out to their cars and drove off.
Needless to say, the society papers had a field day with the Senator's son's 21st birthday party. And the tabloids were even worse. But when the explicit photos appeared on the internet, it was the end of the Andersons.
John Anderson never went into politics. And since he had never been a studious student, he ended up in a menial job, losing all his confidence and being bullied around. Holly divorced Steve and went from man to man, trying to use her body to get someone to love her. She ended up haggard and homeless, fucking people for food and her next drink. Steve's business failed since it was dependent on the Senator's contacts. He ended up doing construction until an accident left him paralyzed from the waist down. Never again did Steve get a hard-on. Sara was the laughing stock of her old friends. She was no longer accepted by them, and she didn't fit in with the other kids either. Sara never did go to college and ended up being Melvin's fuck-toy. The Senator blew his brains out without thinking to change his will, leaving his fortune to his wife. But Savannah didn't make out well either. To her utter shame and humiliation, she was constantly begging the black gardeners to have sex with her. She ended up doing things with them that even Steve wouldn't have thought of. Oh yeah, Savannah was still under the hypnotic influence of her butler, who now managed the estate.
The butler really was in charge now!
THE END
