1 comments/ 175970 views/ 48 favorites Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 01 By: rxm76 1. It was just bad timing, she thought. Any other time, he would have been just another attractive older man. He just had to walk into the gallery at a bad (or good, insisted part of her mind) time. Martin, her fiancé, was away on a long trip, covering the meeting of G-7 Finance ministers in Tokyo and she was feeling the emptiness of her sex life rather acutely that afternoon. She was appraising slides of Polynesian masks, with her office darkened and the ferocious features began to look rather erotic. Try as she might, she would not will the feeling away. She began to feel the heat in her loins and soon she was moist. She was wearing a wrap-around black skirt, a black garter belt and stockings and a pair of black thong panties. She had on a thin white silk blouse and had come in without a bra that day, entrusting the modesty of her attire to the black jacket that matched her skirt. The jacket now hung on a peg by the door and her nipples began to harden against the soft silk. She began to knead her breasts slowly, first through the blouse. Then she unbuttoned the blouse, and pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt. Her nipples were now rock hard and she was breathing in shallow gulps. Her right hand spread her skirt apart and she began to knead her crotch, quickly wetting her panties. She raised her bottom off her chair and hurriedly pulled the panties down. Her long middle finger found her clitoris and she moaned softly. At this point her intercom buzzed. She paused and hoped it would stop. It buzzed again. She stopped and pressed the 'receive' button. 'Yes, ' she said, failing to keep the irritated note out of her voice. It was Sophie, her secretary. 'There's a gentleman here. He's interested in one of the Taylor landscapes that you appraised yesterday. ' She sighed. 'OK, ' she said. Before she could say anything further, her door opened and Jack stood there. He shut the door behind him quietly. She just sat transfixed. Her blouse hung open and her magnificent breasts were naked, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Small droplets clung to her nipples. Her skirt was open at the seam and rucked up almost to her waist. Her garter straps and stocking tops were in plain sight. She was still breathing heavily. He deliberately took off his tie and jacket and advanced on her. 'Please give me a moment to get ready... ' she said weakly. He did not appear to hear her. He was attractive and in her present state, she was vulnerable. He sank to his knees in front of her and buried his head in her crotch. He was rough, but amazingly adept. His tongue raced around her thick nether lips and found her clitoris unerringly. Within a minute she was gasping again, this time more quickly and sharply. Wordless cries came from her mouth. Within another minute, she began to come. He slowed, but did not stop. She was arching her back and bucking as she came, but his grip on her thighs remained firm and his tongue did not lose contact. The next thing she knew, his hot musky breath was on her neck and she felt his hard manhood at her crotch. He entered her without ceremony, not gently, but with a smooth thrust. He was huge, thick as well as long, bigger than anyone she had had before. She was consequently very tight on him and stripped back his foreskin effortlessly. He was six inches into her with his first thrust, another two with his second and entered her completely only with his third. He began to piston her, with a hard, driving rhythm and now her cries were loud and unrestrained. She began ascending to a second climax very quickly and just as she felt its contractions engulf her, she felt the flood of thick, hot, viscous semen shoot into her womb and fill her. He kept pounding at her in short stabs for another minute before he slowed and stopped. He withdrew gradually and she felt his thick come slowly sliding down her thighs like lava. Her fingers fluttered down and she felt herself wet from belly to lower thigh. His face rested between her full breasts. Then he sat back on his haunches. 'I'm Isabelle de la Roque, ' she said faintly. 'I'm Jack Grierson, Martin's father, ' he said. He held out his hand and she shook it gingerly. 'I have an attached bathroom here, ' she said, 'I'll be right back. ' 2. They were sitting in Martin's mother's boudoir, just a few minutes before dinner. Isabelle and Martin were visiting his parents' country home for the weekend and Carmen had drawn her away for a little 'chat'. Carmen was blonde and very well-preserved in a country sort of way. 'I am so pleased about your engagement, ' she said earnestly, 'Martin is such a wonderful boy, I am sure that we agree. I don't know where he gets it from. Certainly not from his father. ' Isabelle, who had just had a quick but unsatisfactory afternoon romp with Martin in his bedroom upstairs, found that she could agree wholeheartedly. 'Why do you say that?' she asked carefully. 'Oh, I am sure that Martin has told you everything, ' she said, only slightly nervous., 'Jack's not a very faithful husband. In fact, he's probably one of the worst philanderers in the Western world. ' She paused and sighed. 'We have a good arrangement. He's been a good father to Martin and is good for Kelly. ' She sighed again. 'I won't say that some of the young hussies don't get to me sometimes. One of Kelly's Norwegian au pairs had the nerve to tell me that she would be generous to me after Jack divorced me. And that Farah Hojjat, his assistant who is up here working over the weekend sometimes. Its always awkward when we have company and he's banging her in the summer house. But you're not interested in this... ' She trailed off. 'No, no, ' she assured her, 'I am always keen to learn about my new family. ' She leaned over and put her hand on Carmen's thigh. 'You are very good. My mother was not nearly as forgiving when my father had his affairs. ' They sat in silence for a few minutes. 'But Jack is good to you as well?' Isabelle queried gently, 'If all these women want him, he must have plenty to give?' 'Oh, once a week or so he rings my bell all right. ' Carmen giggled and Isabelle hugged her. They rose and walked down to the dining room hand in hand. 3. It was after dinner, and Jack and Isabelle were walking in the garden with thirteen-year-old Kelly. Martin and Carmen were going over the wedding guest list and other arrangements, while Isabelle declared an interest in going outdoors for a breath of air. Isabelle was wearing a flowery knee-length dress, a pearl choker and white open-toe high-heels - dressing the part of the English upper class, country bride. She had on white stockings and out of sight, white thong panties and a white garter belt. She was confident in her firmness and so had not put her bra back on after her afternoon romp with Martin. She wondered if Carmen had noticed during their little chat before dinner. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that young Kelly had certainly noticed. 'I was wondering if you could explain the principle of subsidiarity to me, Jack, ' Isabelle said, 'I've been reading the Treaty and the principle makes no sense to me. ' 'Certainly, ' he said, 'I'll need some paper and a pencil. Back in the house...' 'Don't you have any in the summer house?' she asked, 'Its stuffy in the house. ' 'Sure, I always have some there, ' he said. 'Daddy, are you going to have some boring talk?' Kelly demanded. 'Yes, munchkins, I'm afraid so. ' 'Then can I go over to the stables with Fiona?' Fiona was the chauffeur's daughter. Jack nodded. They entered the summer house together. 'I hear that you're always banging your hussies here, ' Isabelle whispered. 'Not all of them are hussies, ' said Jack, laughing. Then more seriously, 'But I don't think that we should do this. That thing in your office was just bad timing. ' She stopped and looked him straight in the eye. 'Do you think that I would go ahead with marrying Martin if it meant that I couldn't have you?' He hesitated. 'What would you do?' he asked. 'I'd gently break it off with Martin and become one of your hussies, 'she said evenly. Jack hesitated no longer. He was a man of action, not words. He undid his trousers and dropped them. He was already half-tumescent. He reached behind her and found the zipper of her dress. It slid off her and pooled around her feet. He stood back for a moment to admire her. Just her pearl choker, white thong panties and garter belt and white high-heels. He picked her up and laid her on the long couch that he always used. She lifted her rump and allowed him to strip her panties down. He was on her in an instant. What Martin had been unable to do through the whole act, Jack did on entry - he drew a gasp of pleasure from her. And whilst she had not even been aroused in the afternoon, she felt as though she had a fever by the time that Jack had entered her completely. She tried to muffle her cries, but within a few minutes she was rising to climax and all was forgotten. She cried out hoarsely, and bucked and twisted as Jack kept pistoning into her. She came. He did not stop. She was now soaking wet, but her cunt was still tight and hot on his huge dick. She was begging him to take her now and then felt herself rising to another climax. 'Yes... yes... YES...YES!! YES!!' she was saying in a continuous litany that rose to a crescendo. As she began to come again, he erupted, pumping hot, viscous semen into her through half a dozen pounding thrusts. Back in the house, Carmen tapped her pencil and cocked her head to one side. 'Did you hear something, dear?' she asked. 'No, what were you thinking of?' Martin said absently, ticking items on his list. 'It sounded like Kelly whooping in one of her chasing games again. You know, yes, yes, yes, yes, that sort of thing. ' 'No, didn't hear it, mother. Your hearing's always better than mine.' Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 02 It was to be a long night for Isabelle. After some brandy, Martin was very keen to retire. 'Very tired,' he said, yawning, 'Very long day.' He held out his hand. 'Coming, Isabelle?' She smiled dutifully. 'Of course,' she said, rising. They walked up the staircase, hand in hand. 'Such a beautiful girl,' said Carmen to Jack after they were our of earshot, 'I think she really loves Martin.' 'Yes, yes, beautiful...' Jack murmured. On the landing, Martin's arm went around her slender waist and Isabelle knew without a doubt what was on his mind. She also knew that she had to get to the bathroom first. Jack's copious outpouring was still smeared over her crotch, lower belly and upper thighs. Some had dried, but in the warmth of her cunt, it was still wet and viscous. She had to wash. 'I'm going to freshen up a bit.' she said as they entered their bedroom. 'I'll come and help you,' Martin said mischievously. 'No.' she said firmly, 'I need a little privacy. Otherwise what will you have to look forward to after the wedding?' She was happy to note Martin's submissiveness. Once in the en suite, she quickly stripped off her panties and rinsed them in the sink. Then she straddled the bidet and washed Jack off her. As his semen washed off, she could smell its strong musky scent and was surprised that no one had noticed it downstairs. The smell went to her head and she knew wanted him again just then. But Jack was not waiting outside, Martin was. She sighed. She slid out of her dress and stripped off her garter-belt and stockings. Then, clad in just her pearl choker and white high-heels, she stepped out of the en suite into the bedroom. Martin gasped. 'God, you're sexy,' he breathed. Martin had not been idle. He was lying on the bed, naked. He was not a bad figure of a man. Shorter than Jack and not as muscular, he was submissive in bed and let her dominate. This suited her sometimes, but most of the time, she wanted him to be assertive. He groped and fumbled and grew too excited, too soon. It was always the same. She lay down next to him in the bed and he timidly began to fondle her magnificent breasts. She closed her eyes and thought of Jack, his huge dick pistoning her on the couch. Her nipples puckered and hardened. Martin rolled on to her. She reached down and found his hard cock. She guided him to her. She was moist from the wash. His erection was of modest dimensions and he sank into her quickly. He began thrusting into her jerkily, crying out as he did so. He came almost immediately, in a small rush and pulled out of her. He clutched her in his arms. Then, after a short pause, he said, 'I'm sorry I came so soon, dear. But it was wonderful. Was it good for you?' 'Wonderful.' she said seriously, without a hint of irony. 'Its always good when you love someone.' He smiled happily and was asleep within a few minutes. She lay awake for what seemed hours. Finally, she made up her mind. She slipped out of bed and drew on her baby-doll nightie from the night-stand. She found her slippers and padded out of the bedroom, down the hall to the master suites. She knew that Jack and Carmen had adjoining suites. She went to Jack's door and opened it a crack. It was smooth and well-oiled and opened without sound. She heard the sound of voices. 'Damn,' she thought, recognizing Carmen's voice. She put her eye to the crack. The bedside lamp was on. Jack was sitting up against the pillows and Carmen lay beside him, her back to the door. They were both naked. Jack's manhood was rampant in Carmen's hands. 'If you think I'm going to swallow that monster, you better think again,' Carmen was saying, coquettishly, 'Get one of your young hussies to do that.' She jacked his huge cock, drawing some weeping pre-ejaculate. She massaged this into his foreskin, giving it a sheen. Her hands were now shiny in the lamplight. Still holding him with one hand, she straddled him with the expertise of long practice. Her back was directly to Isabelle now and she marvelled that this was Martin's mother. There was not a hint of fat on her. The line of her back was straight and strong. Her hips and buttocks were rounded and firm. And unlike Martin's timid approaches, she was decisive. Jack was so long and thick that Isabelle was could see him between Carmen's thighs, as she raised herself above him. Holding him firmly, she hovered above him and then, with a sigh that quickly turned to a moan, she impaled herself on him. At first she only took in about four inches. Steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders, she worked up a rhythm, taking in more and more of him, until she had engulfed him completely. She was bouncing on him now, and wordless cries came from her. Finally, he began to arch his back and push into her. Isabelle felt an ache in her cunt as she watched Jack thoroughly fuck his wife. Carmen writhed on him and came once and then again after a prolonged bout of threshing, during which he roughly kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples till he was sure he would leave bruises. Isabelle's cunt was now completely soaked and she was breathing heavily. She could not watch any more. To her ears, Carmen's cries of passion sounded triumphant and they were too much for her to bear. She silently shut the door and retreated to her own bedroom. Martin was still fast asleep. She stole into the en suite again and locked the door. Then she drew her trusty vibrator out of her toilet bag. Switching it on, she quickly began to stimulate her clitoris. She put a towel in her mouth to stifle her cries. She closed her eyes and played out Carmen impaling herself on Jack's huge manhood. Within seconds she was biting down hard on the towel and grunting. She pushed the vibrator into her cunt and pistoned herself savagely. She immediately began to come. The bathroom whirled around her and stars exploded in front of her eyes. * * * * * * * * * * Isabelle tossed and turned and only fell asleep in the early morning hours. Martin slept like a log and the bed was big enough that her restless stirrings did not wake him. Finally, she could take it no longer. She rose and went back to Jack's door. Opening it a crack again, she saw that it was dark, though moonlight streamed into the room through an undraped window. She could not believe her luck – Carmen was gone. She entered swiftly and silently. She shed her robe and pulled back the sheets with one motion. Jack was still asleep when she fell on him, her mouth engulfing his sleeping cock. She began sucking quickly, breathlessly and greedily. Jack was awake in an instant, in more ways than one. His manhood grew rapidly in her mouth and his hands sank into her hair, pistoning himself into her mouth. He was huge and she had to arch her neck to deep throat him when he thrust and regiment her breathing to avoid choking. Skilled as she was, she could only manage to swallow about two-thirds of his enormous length. Soon, he released her and she crawled up on him, letting her firm breasts and hard nipples run along his belly and chest. 'I'm one of your young hussies,' she whispered, 'I'll give you head any time you want.' Like Carmen earlier in the night, she raised herself, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders. Then, as he guided his cock to her sopping vulva, she sank on to him with a groan. He did not push into her, but let her bounce rapidly up and down, setting the tempo. She was crying out now, and came in a gut-wrenching orgasm, and collapsed against him. He pushed her back until she was on her back, still with him deep inside her. Now he began to piston her, quickly working up to jackhammer pace, causing her to lose all semblance of control. She was crying, begging, pleading for her release and then got it, ascending to another higher and wilder orgasm. Her contractions were now so tight, that against his will, Jack exploded, pumping another load of semen into her in a series of spasmodic thrusts. * * * * * * * * * * When she finally awoke, she was back with in Martin's room and sunlight was streaming into the room. The drapes and curtains had been opened. Martin was gone. She shook her head to clear it and found she had a dull headache. When her glance fell on the bedside clock, she saw that it was nearly noon! This would never do! She knew that Carmen was planning a big pool-side brunch and had invited some neighbours over. She quickly brushed her teeth and pulled on her floral bikini. She inspected herself in the long bathroom mirror. The hip straps were very high cut and the brassiere was strapless and only just covered her dark red aureoles. Her thick nipples constantly threatened to escape. She usually wore this suit when she planned to go topless, so it did not matter. Today however,... No pool games, she thought. She put on some Roman-thong slippers with block heels and perched her sunglasses in her hair. She draped a towel around her shoulders and descended the stairs. The first person she met was Carmen. She looked radiant, her blonde hair gleaming, her skin virtually flawless. She wore a yellow one-piece swimsuit with blue flashes on it. It had a low cut front and Isabelle thought she could edges of bruises on her breasts. Jack must have mauled her nipples last night, she thought. Carmen hastened to Isabelle and took her hand. 'How are you, dear?' she asked, 'Martin said that you did not sleep very well. I slept like a log!' She giggled. That's because you had Jack fucking your brains out, while I had Martin who came before I knew he was in me, she thought nastily. But don't worry, I slept late because your husband fucked my brains out. 'Oh, I'm fine, Carmen,' she said, 'Really looking forward to the brunch.' She gave her a hug and let her hands stray down from her bare back to her rounded buttocks, which she gave a tight squeeze, while letting her full breasts rub against Carmen's. Carmen drew her breath in sharply, but before she could say anything, Isabelle had released her and gone out to the pool-side. Her quick feel satisfied her. Carmen was in fine shape - muscled and firm. No wonder Jack still rang her bell when she came to him. * * * * * * * * * * As the pool party progressed, Isabelle found that she was enjoying herself. This was certainly more than she had expected. She had expected Carmen's friends to be part of her boring county set and the talk to revolve around rugby and the stock market, both of which were closed books to her. However, the guests turned out to be rather interesting and ever interested in people, Isabelle found herself quite diverted merely lying back on her chaise lounge and observing, while Martin rubbed some suntan lotion on her from time to time. The neighbours turned out to be a couple in their fifties, Colonel Sir Hugo Black and his wife Vivienne. However, they brought along their daughter and son. The son-in-law, Cameron Dexter-Smythe, was a hulking, blond rugby-playing city-type as she had feared. The daughter, Nora, was an altogether different kettle of fish. She was a vivacious, curvy and willowy girl with jet-black collar length hair and a china-blue eyes. She wore a bright red bikini; the high-cut panties had tassels at the hips and the bra had a halter strap. Nora was everywhere. She flirted with Martin, who was abashed. She flirted with Jack, who laughed good-naturedly and managed to get his hands into her panties when no one was looking. She flirted with Carmen who engaged her in banter and pretended not to notice her discreet, darting hands on her bottom, breasts and once on her crotch, so quickly that even Isabelle, who was watching out of the corner of her eye, could not be sure that it had happened. Cameron was deep in the pages of a book and was not part of the scene. Isabelle recognised Nora immediately. The tall, supermodel looks, the interest in Carmen and even in Kelly, whom she twice manhandled into the pool with much more physical contact than was necessary, the sly banter with the blushing Martin and the amenable Jack, all pointed to one thing. She was a lipstick lesbian, equally keen on the men and women present. Isabelle was sure of it. She was one herself. 'This is getting very dull,' said Nora, finding everyone settling into chaise lounges, 'Let's play pool rodeo. We've got to use the pool in a pool party.' 'What's pool rodeo?' asked Kelly. 'Each team consists of a boy and a girl. The girl rides on the boy's shoulders and holds on to her while she tries to push the other girl into the water.' She jumped up. 'Come on! Cameron will be my mount. You can take Martin, Kelly.' Cameron was game - he'd obviously done this before - Martin took some convincing, but eventually, he was talked into it. The men entered the pool. 'You've got to get in shoulder- or neck-deep,' said Nora, 'Otherwise you'll be carrying too much weight.' She swam easily over to Cameron and smoothly mounted his shoulders. Kelly came up to Martin, but they were not very smooth at all. Kelly rode up on his shoulders, but Martin dropped her in the water twice before he was able to get a good grip on her shins and hold her upright. 'Ready?' asked Nora. Martin nodded and Kelly put her arms out preparing to tackle Nora. However, she did not even get a touch. Cameron moved in very suddenly around Martin's back. Martin was disoriented and floundered about. Nora was now behind Kelly's back and though she tried to twist around, it was hopeless. Nora caught her by the shoulders and pulled her backwards. Cameron backed away, increasing her leverage. Kelly held on to Martin's head for dear life, blocking his sight. He let go of her legs to take her hands off his face and she plunged into the water. 'Ha!' cried Nora in triumph. Kelly swam to the pool side laughing. Martin was still spluttering, when Carmen said, 'That looks like fun! I'm next.' and dived into the pool and came up to Martin. 'Your next rider's here.' she said. 'No, no,...' Martin expostulated. 'Come on, Martin, be a sport. I'm sure Carmen will do better. Kelly's too light.' said Nora. Martin acquiesced with bad grace and let Carmen clamber onto his shoulders. The scene was repeated. Cameron moved quickly to Martin's rear, Carmen's thighs gripped Martin's neck and disoriented him and Nora soon had Carmen where she wanted her. Instead of quickly grabbing her shoulders, Nora's arms went around her waist. Holding her tightly, her full breasts were pressed against Carmen's bare back. Carmen twisted and tried to free herself from Nora's grip, but in the process she just pushed Martin's face underwater. Martin tried to re-surface and this weakened Carmen's seat on his shoulders. She slipped to one side and Nora suddenly found that she had Carmen's tits in her hands. She gave them a quick squeeze before letting gravity do its job and dump Carmen in the water. Carmen was laughing uncontrollably, but Martin said, 'I've had enough of this, thank you.' and waded to poolside and heaved himself out. 'Come on, Isabelle, why don't you try,' called Nora, gaily. 'I think my mount is unwilling,' Isabelle called back. 'Oh, use Jack. I'm sure he'll be happy to mount you,' Nora returned, making sure no one missed the double entendre. Isabelle turned to Jack. 'Sure,' he smiled. Isabelle knew that her bikini brassiere was barely up to swimming a gentle breast stroke, let alone 'pool rodeo'. She would be topless within the first minute of the contest. She considered stripping it off before getting into the pool, but she sensed that she had better Nora be the forward one. Who knew where this would lead? Isabelle mounted Jack's shoulders in the pool. Unlike Martin, Jack knew what he was doing. He gripped Isabelle's thighs lightly, but firmly and moved purposefully in the water. As Cameron approached, he moved to face him and they circled each other warily. Each time Cameron made a sudden move, Jack was just as quick, facing him, so that Isabelle had her arms in front of her and Nora could get no advantage. Eventually, Cameron tired for feinting and moved forward. Jack stood his ground and the two teams were soon face to face. Nora reached forward to engage, but found herself caught by the right wrist, which Isabelle proceeded to twist. Cameron moved forward to relieve the pressue and Nora reached around Isabelle's back to get a grip on her. She found her bra strap and as she caught it, the bra immediately slipped off. Nora now drew Isabelle into a clinch and the two girls were soon writhing in each other's arms. Neither could get a good enough advantage to unseat the other. As they struggled, Jack felt Isabelle's crotch, tight against his neck. Each time she rocked back, he felt her thick nether lips. She felt his bony vertibrae against her clit and found it hard to concentrate on Nora's advances. 'She must be feeling Cameron on her clit as well', she comforted herself, gritting her teeth. It soon became clear that Nora was not interested in unseating Isabelle at all. She writhed and thrashed, but most of the time, she found ways to knead Isabelle's naked breasts and pinch her nipples. 'I'll see you in your guest room in ten minutes' she hissed and they were suddenly apart. Isabelle crossed her arms to cover her breasts and Jack gallantly dived across the pool to retrieve her bra. 'I must go and get a T-shirt,' she said as she fastened her bra on. Climbing the stairs, she made her way to guest suite, which was across from the room she now shared with Martin. She was barely in it, when Nora appeared, all smiles. She was not one to waste time. She drew Isabelle into her arms and whispered, 'I wanted you as soon as I saw you, you beautiful thing.' They fell on the wide guest bed and Isabelle soon lost her bra again. Nora was kneading her breasts again, but now she was kissing and sucking on her nipples. Then her kisses drifted lower, to Isabelle's belly and then with practiced ease, she stripped off her panties. She sank her face into Isabelle's crotch, her tongue darting into her vulva, and then teasing her clit. Isabelle began to moan with urgency as she expertly manipulated her clit with tongue and teeth. 'Yes, yes, yes, ...' she was saying. Then Nora stuck two fingers into her vagina and began pistoning her in time to her tongue work. Isabelle had been on a short fuse and it took just a little to raise her up and she began to come in a mild and gentle but long drawn out orgasm. Nora felt her drifting down and slowed her tempo, until Isabelle was just lying there, sexually fulfilled – for the moment! Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 03 1. It was just after noon and the foyer of the office block was crowded with office workers rushing to lunch. Jack was wandering out disconsolately. His son's fiancée, Isabelle, had called to say that his wife Carmen had asked her to go on yet another pre-wedding shopping trip. So she would be unable to meet him for their lunchtime tryst at the office park Hilton. He had gone by the hotel in the morning to pick up the room keycard and had been looking forward to Isabelle's hot body all morning. Even now he was semi-tumescent and had his hands in his pockets to conceal the bulge. He was lost in thoughts of Isabelle's assets when he felt a sharp bump and a cry of annoyance. 'Now look what you've done!' He had literally bumped into a woman and knocked a set of files out of her hands. She quickly stooped to pick them up, jolting Jack into the present. He could not see her face just see the top of her head, covered with a silky mass of blonde ringlets. She was wearing a dark pinstriped business suit jacket, but from his vantage point, he could see that she was not wearing a blouse. The jacket pulled open as she squatted on her haunches and retrieved her files. Standing above her, Jack got a clear view of the tops of her full breasts straining against a lacy her fire engine red brassiere. Jack stooped and took her arm and helped her up. 'I'm so sorry,' he began. She had a heart-shaped face and her china blue eyes were clear behind thin wire-rimmed glasses. She wore a red lace choker with a gold heart hanging on it. Her breasts were full and rounded, her waist quite narrow and her ass was generous. Too generous, in fact for the short pinstriped skirt that was the lower half of her suit – the bottoms of her round derriere peeked out and were only covered by her black fishnet pantyhose. She smoothed it her skirt with one hand, pulling at the hem, but it still just covered her crotch. She looked like she was in her mid-thirties. In ten years, she would probably be fat, but now she positively dripped sex. Jack knew if he let his mind dwell on that, he would get a hard-on and no amount of hands-in-pockets could conceal his huge erection. She had been prepared to snap at this clumsy oaf, but when saw Jack – his tall athletic frame with his dark hair and distinguished gray at the temples, his piercing gray eyes and thin aquiline nose – her sharp response melted in her mouth. 'Maybe, I'm not sorry,' continued Jack smoothly. 'I'm glad to meet you. I'm Jack Grierson.' 'I'm Trixie Ann Peters,' she said, hesitantly. 'You look busy,' he said. 'Going to lunch or too many deadlines?' 'Lunch!' she said, suddenly voluble. 'I've no time for lunch! My boss wants me to summarize all these reports this afternoon, I have to download a bunch of stuff on Australia for my daughter's school project, just after work I have to attend my son's PTA meeting and go straight from there to my evening MBA class where I've paper due.' She sighed. 'Sounds like you need a neck rub,' Jack said, grinning. 'I happen to be very good at neck rubs.' She laughed. 'That's not all! My old beater's transmission is dying and I need to drop it off at the shop – that's going to be another couple of hundred dollars that I don't have! Just as well I don't have time for lunch – that's a few bucks saved. You wouldn't be good at fixing cars as well, would you?' 'I think we can work out your problems,' said Jack, easily. 'I have a room over at the Hilton – why don't you have my cock for lunch and take home two hundred dollars to help with your transmission?' She thought she had not heard him aright. So she laughed again, but rather uncertainly. 'It was nice meeting you,' she said, turning to go. 'See you.' His gaze was drawn as by a magnet to her round bottom, exposed by her very short skirt. Her fishnet pantyhose emphasized, rather than covered it. 'Three hundred,' said Jack in a quiet, but carrying tone. She had taken a step away from him, but now she hesitated. Hooked! She was about to continue walking away, when he said: 'Three fifty and a set of tires for your beater.' She stopped. Jack quickly walked up, took her arm and propelled her out of the building and across the parking lot into the lobby of the Hilton. 'I've never done this before,' she said in a confused tone, 'I'm a faithful wife and mother. I love my husband and children.' 'I know, I know,' said Jack soothingly. 'I have so much to do,' she went on. She was babbling now and Jack let her run on, as they entered the elevator. It was a glass shell that rose above the lobby atrium. As soon as the doors closed, Jack backed her against them. Thus screened from the lobby, but still in public, he unfastened the top button of her jacket and spread the lapels. He almost salivated, for the red brassiere was low cut and her aureoles were large so that their tops were visible. He pulled the top of the bra down and let her nipples escape, tweaking them between thumb and forefinger. They began to pucker up and stiffen just as they reached their floor and the doors opened. Jack's hands returned to his pockets and she just managed to pull her jacket lapels together with her free hand. A teenage girl and her mother were waiting to get on. Trixie Ann blushed beet red and hurried out by them. Jack smiled at them both – the mother was overweight, but the daughter was pubescent and scantily dressed in a halter-top, drop-waist denim shorts that showed her thong and a belly-button ring. She was probably about fifteen and jailbait. Besides, Jack thought, I have business to attend to. Nonetheless he managed a quick squeeze of one the daughter's firm little breasts as he exited the elevator, unseen by the mother. He heard the girl's startled gasp as the elevator doors slid shut and her mother's 'What's the matter, Ashley?' He now propelled Trixie Ann to his room, used his key card and pushed her in. She put her files and leather sling purse on the dressing table. Before she could turn to face him, Jack reached around her and quickly unbuttoned the three large buttons of her jacket. Her brassiere was still pulled down from his mauling in the elevator. Looking in the mirror, he could see her magnificent breasts straining pushed up out of the red bra and cupped one in each hand, kneading quickly and adroitly. He worked his way around the supple melons in ever-diminishing circles, until he reached her sensitive nipples and tweaked them again, this time working on them at length. She started to protest, saying, 'Wait, wait, …' But Jack did not wait. He stripped her jacket down her arms, pinioning them behind her back. He unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them. He undid his shirt with uncanny speed. His probing hands darted down under her short skirt and unerring found her crotch, continuing to knead, discovering that she wore no panties under her fishnet pantyhose. He found a small tear in the central seam of her pantyhose and drew a gasp from her as he pushed a finger into it and ripped open a long rent. A second later two fingers sank into her cunt and now she cried out. Sex at home had never been like this! All the while, Jack's lips and tongue were working on the sensitive regions just below either ear, down to her choker. She found the sight of what he was doing to her in the mirror incredibly erotic and her cunt began to grow moist. As he continued to finger fuck her, she grew wet and her breathing became quicker. She felt his hard-on against the small of her back. His left hand now grasped the back of her neck and pushed her forward till her chin rested on the dressing table and her face was a foot from the mirror. Her black high-heeled pumps elevated her round derriere and her short skirt was hiked up by her posture. He stuck his right hand between her ass cheeks and spread her legs slightly apart. She felt the warm bulbous tip of his cock at her wet cunt lips. She knew now that he meant to fuck her here, right on the dressing table. Her arms were still pinioned in her jacket. 'Please,' she said in a shaky voice. 'Not here. Let's go to the bed.' He did not appear to hear her. His grip on her neck tightened and his dickhead entered her without ceremony. She was only moist and his cock was HUGE. 'OH!!' The cry escaped her unbidden for she was unprepared for his huge size! Still holding her down by the back of her neck, he rocked back and pushed hard, sinking most of his enormous length into her, feeling the wonderful tightness and warmth of her underused pussy. Her tightness stripped back his foreskin and her first reaction was one of discomfort followed by sharp pain. He was still only partly sheathed in her when his penis tip came into contact with her cervix. Her whole body was quivering with the invasion of his huge dick and now she felt his cock head at her innermost gate. He drew back a few inches and thrust hard into her again, the tip of his thick cock-head just slightly opening and squeezed by the tight constriction of her cervix. His thrust lifted her off her feet and her heels dangled in mid-air until he drew back. 'AAARGH!!' she cried out again. She was breathing hard now and her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose. Jack was afraid she would begin to hyperventilate. He began to rock gently, drawing more and more lubricating vaginal fluid from her cunt as he whispered: 'What a tight little cunt you have, Trixie Ann. It's really turning me on. You are a great fuck, really great. Just rock into me, baby. Slowly, easy does it.' Her breathing slowed, but her excitement continued to rise; she began crying out: 'Oh, God! Oh my God! Don't stop! JUST DO IT! DO IT! JUST FUCK ME!' By now her vaginal fluid was flowing so copiously that she began to drip on to the carpet between her legs. Jack thrust against her cervix again, harder and harder, until the warm cervical sphincter yielded. His last three inches sank into her and his mount struck her soft, thick cunt lips with a wet smack. For the first time she felt her womb invaded by a cock head. She screamed. He remained deeply embedded in her, his hard dick throbbing like a great diesel engine. Then he began to fuck her again, now working up a tempo. Soon he was hammering into her like a piston, slapping her wonderful rounded derriere each time he penetrated her fully. This was sex like Trixie Ann had never experienced it before. Her cunt stretched by a huge cock that penetrated into her very womb and fucked on and on and on! She began to come, suddenly, surprising even herself. And the intensity of her orgasm surprised her even more, for she had never known her contractions to be so powerful and wild. She rotated her hips and cried out: 'Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!' over and over again like a litany. Her wringing contractions almost drove Jack over the edge. With great effort, he controlled himself, slowing the pace of his fucking. Just as her contractions were winding down, he began fucking her again, quickly rising to a rapid tempo. She could not believe her excitement. His mount smacked against her behind with rapidity. Her arms were pinioned and he held her down with his iron grip on the back of her neck. Every so often his thrust would lift her off her feet. Then he began to slap her buttocks – sharp, hard slaps that left red welts. The sharpness of the pain brought on another orgasm, almost as hard. She screamed incoherently this time and Jack came with a series of grunts. He pumped gouts of thick, musky semen into her through a series of thrusts. She felt the warmth deep inside her, for the semen was ejaculated directly into her innermost womb. When he gradually withdrew, he held her up, for her legs could barely support her. 'My God!' she panted. 'MY GOD! I'm in outer space!' Still supporting her, he turned her around and pushed her down to her knees. 'You're not done yet,' Jack said. 'Lick it and suck it, Trixie Ann. Get it up and I'll fuck you once more for dessert.' She was still panting with her exertion, but she obediently arched her neck and her tongue flicked out to lick his tip. His hands sank into her blonde ringlets and he guided his cock head, now semi-tumescent, into her mouth. She sucked strongly, but inexpertly as he pushed into her mouth and her tongue worked artlessly on his cock as he drew out. He thoughts leaped to Isabelle's expert cock sucking. However, her sweat covered face, her pinioned arms, her full and firm breasts, all aroused him and he quickly regained his hard-on. He raised her and sat her on edge of dressing table. Immediately, one hand was again at her crotch, kneading her cunt lips through the fishnet nylons. The other held her neck in a vice like grip. With his forearm between her shoulder blades, he mashed her half-naked breasts against his rock hard chest. She felt the head of his renewed erection at her cunt. She tried to gain leverage by reaching for the floor with her sling-back high-heeled pumps, but could not. Her efforts brought her fishnet encased thighs even more tightly around his haunches. His grip on her neck tightened and his dickhead entered her without ceremony. The hand that had guided his cock now held the roll of her skirt in a fist at the small of her back, steadying her lower body. His lips now found hers. Her wet cunt was slippery with copious amounts of their intermixed juices and his huge cock went straight through her cervical sphincter into her womb in one powerful thrust. He simultaneously bit her full lower lip and drawing blood. She cried out hoarsely, partially muffled by his lips. He drew back a few inches and thrust hard into her again, his mount striking her soft, thick cunt lips with a wet smack. He bit her lip again as he entered her fully. His thick cock-head was squeezed by the tight constriction of her cervix. He reveled in the feeling of her closeness – full, firm breasts with hardened nipples against his chest, warm and tight cunt gripping the length of his shaft, fishnet covered thighs threshing around his haunches, mint-flavored breath expelled into his face with her heavy breathing. It even excited him to know that he was fucking her for the second time and she still had all her clothes on. He thrust into her again and then again, picking up speed and tempo. Soon he was power fucking her with hard, short strokes, eliciting louder and louder moans from her. Her cunt had grown wetter and wetter and by now her vaginal juices had created a wet spot on the carpet. The pain of his cock was long gone, replaced with heat. Her arms were pinioned, but her thighs gripped him tightly and she bucked on the dressing table as she climbed higher and higher. Never had her husband taken her to such heights. No one had ever fucked her like this. So even she was shocked by the violence of her third orgasm. It came in waves, beginning in the deepest recesses of her womb, and radiated outward along her vaginal walls, contracting hard and spasmodically. She screamed with each contraction, so loudly that his lips covered hers and his tongue invaded her mouth to stifle the sound. Her wild contractions were too much even for Jack's iron control and he began to come again, pumping another gout of thick, musky semen deep into her womb. Spent, they leaned on each other, covered with sweat, still breathing heavily from their exertions, the mixture of her vaginal fluids and his semen leaking out around his softening cock to further soak the thighs of her pantyhose and drip onto the dressing table and carpet. 'Really, you could have used the bed, Jack,' she said, her voice shaking. 'I feel like a whore, fucked here on the dressing table with all my clothes on.' Jack withdrew from her and plumped her breasts, one in each hand. He tweaked her nipples hard, drawing a high-pitched cry of pain and saying – 'What you feel is just so, my dear. I pay you, I fuck you, and you're a whore. Its that simple.' He tweaked her meaty nipples again and again, now even more roughly, drawing squeals of protest and leaving bruises that would later turn red and purple. Taking her in his arms, he lifted her bodily and carried her to the wide king size bed and laid her down. She sprawled, arms pinioned behind her by her jacket, bra pulled down, skirt hiked around her waist, body covered with sweat. 'Bastard,' she said, too spent to move. 'Filthy pig!' Jack did not respond. He picked up his trousers, withdrew his wallet and counted out some bills. He rolled them up, leaned over the bed and pushed the roll into her wet cunt. She squealed again and wriggled to get her jacket back on and free her arms. 'There's three hundred and fifty there,' said Jack, grinning. 'Call my secretary and she'll take care of your new tires.' He threw a business card on the bed beside her. She drew the bills from her cunt, now wet with vaginal fluids and semen, and stuffed them into her jacket pocket without counting them. Swinging her legs off the bed, she picked up the business card and pocketed it as well. There was the sound of slow hand clapping. Isabelle leaned on the doorjamb, wearing a short skirt, flowery halter-top and thong slippers with stiletto heels. 'That's what I love about you, Jack,' she said, smiling. 'Short and to the point. Would you introduce your mistress to your whore?' Trixie Ann's mouth dropped open. Without stopping to cover herself, she hurried to the bathroom, breasts jouncing and slammed the door. They soon heard the sound of running water in the sink. Isabelle began to giggle helplessly. She tottered over to Jack and threw her arms around his neck, rubbing her magnificent breasts on his chest. 'The look on her face!' she sputtered, between giggles. Finally gaining control of herself, she continued, 'Even a stud like you is going to be flat for a while after that performance. I'll have to wait till the evening for my share!' His grin broadened. Trixie Ann emerged from the bathroom with her face set and left without saying a word. She did not slam the room door and they heard the receding clicks of her heels in the hotel corridor. * * * * * * * * * * 2. Trixie Ann hurried into her office and quickly made her way to her cube. A dozen client emails had accumulated and as she dealt with them she multi-tasked into report summaries that she emailed one at a time to her boss, who was at an off-site meeting. She was so busy that it was an hour before she took any notice of the warm sensation between her legs. It was only when it squished when she turned in her chair that she clicked her tongue in irritation and stood up – and froze. She felt wetness in her cunt and thick fluid burbling out onto her upper thighs. Isabelle's appearance in the room had been acutely embarrassing. Jack had treated her abominably, but she could have rationalized it to herself. But to have another woman observe her humiliation! She had wanted to get out as fast she could. She had just straightened her clothing, given her face a quickly rinse and wiped herself off with some toilet paper. This was all she did when (on rare occasions) her husband grew amorous before she left for work in the morning. But Jack had pumped a huge load of semen deep into her womb. No one had done this to her before. It would have taken a thorough douche to cleanse him out of her. Thick, musky semen was now seeping out of her cunt – the dried fluid on her pantyhose now grew wet and sticky again. Soon the semen would seep through and raise a wet stain on her skirt. She hurried to the ladies' room. Quickly examining herself in the mirror, she applied a thick coat of lipstick to hide the traces of Jack's bites. Then she locked herself in a stall. She fashioned a thick wad of toilet paper into a cylindrical shape. Then bracing her legs apart, she hiked her skirt up and steadying her cunt between fore- and middle fingers, inserted the TP cylinder into herself. Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 03 She rotated the TP cylinder in her cunt, soaking up Jack's semen as it drained out of her. Inadvertently, her fingers stimulated her clitoris; her rough sex and violent orgasms with Jack had left it extremely tender and sensitive. Unbidden, visions of the mirror where she had seen Jack's huge cock in her cunt, filled her head. In spite of herself, she began to come. First there was just a gasp, but as the contractions took hold, she moaned softly, 'Oh God! OH MY GOD!' Finally, as the last contractions faded, she sat down on the toilet seat and drew out the TP cylinder. She flushed in down and emerged from the stall, wiping a sheen of fine sweat from her nose. Tall, svelte redheaded Jill Fletcher, the CEO's beautiful and extremely gossipy secretary stood, washing her hands at one of the sinks. 'My, my, Trixie Ann,' she cooed. 'How nice to hear you come! Who's the guy that's got you so hot and bothered?' 'I .. I was just feeling a bit sick,' she answered unconvincingly. 'Sure, sure,' Jill said, patting her rump as she left. By the end of the day, the whole office is going to hear about me masturbating in the john, Trixie Ann thought miserably. Coitus Interruptus Coitus Cuckoldus 1. When Trixie Ann got home (late, after her MBA class), she first checked on Judy, her daughter and Eddie, her son. They were asleep and did not wake when she straightened their covers and kissed them softly on the cheek. Then she made her way quietly to the master bedroom. Her husband Alan was already in bed. He greeted her sleepily and rolled over. She went to the bathroom and locked the door before she put on the mirror vanity lights. Quickly, she stripped off all her clothes. She wadded her ruined pantyhose and put it to her nose for a moment, inhaling the slightly sour smell of Jack's and her sexual secretions, before putting it in the trashcan underneath the sink. Her suit would need to be dry-cleaned, she thought. Naked now, she examined herself carefully in the mirror. Her lips were slightly puffy from Jack's bites, but it was not really noticeable. She plumped a breast in each hand and scanned them. Purple and red bruises were beginning to appear on and around her nipples -- they grew brighter as her nipples puckered under her ministrations. She ran her fingers over her crotch. Her cunt felt sore, but it was a surprisingly pleasant feeling. She turned around and examined her rump. Jack's spanking had left angry red welts. Unconsciously she heard her high-pitched voice repeating over and over: "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" She took a long and luxurious shower and then spent an equally long time anointing her breasts, crotch and rump with moisturizers and creams. It was past midnight when she finally climbed into bed, still naked. Alan was now snoring gently and did not wake. The weeks following her encounter with Jack were very difficult ones for Trixie Ann. She hesitated for days about calling Jack's secretary regarding his promise of the new tires for her car. When she finally did, she decided to call his direct line and waited breathlessly while it rang. When it was picked up, it was a woman with an upper class British accent: "Farah Hojjat, executive assistant to Mr. Grierson." "May I speak with Mr. Grierson?'" "I am afraid that Mr. Grierson is in a meeting. May I take a message?" Trixie Ann hesitated. After all, Jack had asked her to call his secretary. "My name is Ms. Peters. I am calling about ..." "Oh, Ms. Peters. Yes, we have been expecting your call. I will transfer you to Mr. Grierson's secretary, who will take care of you." It turned out to be ridiculously easy -- Jack's secretary came on the line and gave her the address of an auto repair shop. When she went there, she found that everything was paid for -- she just had to wait for an hour while they did the work. What was difficult was dealing with the aftermath of Jack's brutal and thorough fucking. Her husband grew amorous a few days later, but this merely served to underline the inadequacy of her sex life. The memories of her wild orgasms with Jack flooded her mind many times a day. She would be working hard in her cubicle and when the memories seized her, she would feel herself go weak and her breath quicken. She would get moist and sometimes even wet. She took to carrying spare panties to work in her purse and would have to change when her crotch got too wet. * * * * * * * * * * 2. Meanwhile, things were very busy at the Grierson household. The wedding of Martin and Isabelle was now a week away and a thousand details had to be dealt with. Carmen was increasingly excited -- up at the crack of dawn and working over details till late at night. Isabelle was in the whirl of arrangements with caterers, flower shops, the bridal store, and more things than she had thought possible. Jack got little chance to see her and was building up a huge reservoir of sexual frustration. The wedding was on Saturday. On Thursday, Isabelle's sister, Cecile, came over from her Massachusetts boarding school. Isabelle's mother Simone was due to arrive on Friday from her French chateau. Cecile was to share Kelly's room, using the spare bed there, while Simone was to stay in the guest wing of the mansion, in an adjoining suite to the one that Isabelle herself occupied at the moment. Jack took off from work Thursday morning and came home for lunch. Carmen met him in the entrance hallway and they exchanged a quick kiss. Jack managed to grope her breasts before she twisted away giggling, "Silly boy! Isabelle's kid sister Cecile arrived this morning. She's a young thing, just turned eighteen -- great company for Kelly. They seem to have hit if off really well." She led the way into the house. 'We're eating in the parlor. Lunch is laid out and I've sent Anna to round everyone up.' Martin and Isabelle were already seated at the dining table when Jack entered. He threw his briefcase on a window seat and threw his jacket and tie on top of it. Martin waved a hello and Isabelle got up and came around to give him a kiss on the cheek. He sat down opposite them and said, "Well, the gathering of the clans begins!" "Just the three of us de la Roque women, Jack," said Isabelle, laughing. "The clan is all on Martin's side." Carmen returned and added, "Jack has no relatives either. The guest list is heavy on my relatives, I am most happy to admit." Kelly and Cecile entered together and Jack had a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping open. Cecile was built like her sister, with firm breasts that would get fuller, and long, athletic legs, but rather darker blonde hair. She wore a black net tank top that highlighted rather than concealed her florescent orange bikini bra. The bra had a halter neck with a tie at the nape and white splotches over her nipples that emphasized the lumps they made in the fabric. She had on a black flowery print skirt that was just above the knee. However, it had such a low waist that Jack almost thought he could see the beginning of her mount. She wore thong bikini panties whose hip straps rode high above the waist of her skirt. She made a curtsey when she came in and pirouetted. Jack felt she did so on purpose to show off the butterfly-shaped back of her thong that rode high above the waistband of her skirt. Then she walked into the room, swinging her hips enticingly. "Oh, its so good to see you girls," Carmen cooed, seemingly oblivious to Cecile's appearance. "Let's sit down to lunch." Carmen seated Cecile by Jack and Kelly at the foot of the table, facing her. Carmen and Martin began talking about their morning spent at the church with the minister and organist, going over last minute details of the ceremony and music. Isabelle looked on with mild interest and caught Jack's eye now and then, shooting him a look of amusement. Jack felt he should make conversation with Cecile, though he had only a very vague idea of what would interest her. Boys, probably, he thought. "So, is your school coeducational?" he asked. "Oh, we have boys alright," Cecile said in the charming Franco-American accent that she shared with her sister. "Well if there is anything I can do to make your stay with us more enjoyable, just let me know," Jack said, feeling he had done his duty. Here she leaned over and said in a throaty whisper that only Jack could hear, "You better stop fucking my sister." Jack face registered his shock for a millisecond before he regained his composure and wondered if he was hearing things. Isabelle caught his look and smiled. Jack turned to look at Cecile with a tight smile and said, "I'm sure that Kelly will help you feel at home." She leaned over and whispered again, "If you don't do as I say, I'll tell your wife about Isabelle and you." "I see," said Jack slowly, "I"ll see what I can do." He chewed his salad carefully, his mind whirling through the possibilities. Cecile dressed to show off her extremely sexy body, and she clearly enjoyed the power it gave her over men. But was she just trying to show she could control him or did she really worry about her sister? Carmen tolerated his philandering, but would she be as accepting of Jack fucking their daughter? Even as he thought through the possibilities, he was mentally undressing her. At eighteen, she was a few years younger than her sister, Isabelle, but they could have passed for twins. The maid had just cleared away his salad plate and set down his main course when he felt his pants being unhooked and his fly unzipped. With an effort, he avoided looking at Cecile and concentrated on cutting his meat. He wore no underwear and she quickly began to fellate his cock under the table. In spite of his best efforts, Jack's hard on was raging virtually at once. She began to give him a slow hand job, pausing every so often. He sneaked a sidelong glance at her -- she was playing with her food with her fork in her left hand and smiling maliciously. Jack worked very hard to keep a poker face. The strain was enormous, though and a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Carmen, Martin and Kelly were oblivious to his condition, but Isabelle shot over searching looks now and again. Jack did not know what to do. He slid a hand under the table and tried to extricate his cock from her grip, but she would not let go. Her ministrations were so expert and erotic, that he could not calm his member. It remained engorged and at her mercy. Then she dropped her fork under the table. "Oh excuse me, I've dropped my fork," she announced before diving under the table. In short order her young lips slid over his cock head and she quickly began sucking on him. Her lips formed a tight seal around his cock and her small pink tongue flicked at his dimple, lapping up musky pre-ejaculate. Just as quickly, she was gone. She sat back in her seat, continued to fellate him with her right hand and put her left forefinger in her mouth and made a gentle sucking sound. "Mrs. Grierson, what you serve at your table is exquisite!" Carmen looked up from her conversation, slightly annoyed, but still pleased with the compliment. "Oh, thank you, dear," she said vaguely, before returning to her discussion with Martin. Poor Jack was now in a physical agony. She kept speeding up the rate at which she fellated his cock, bringing him to the verge of climax. Then each time she slowed down and kept him dangling. More sweat formed along his brow. He was sure that Carmen would notice. In spite of his best efforts, he began to have trouble controlling his breathing. "Are you OK, dear?" asked Carmen suddenly. "Hot in here," he muttered, looking vacantly at his food. "Anna, turn up the AC, please," Carmen called out. "Yes, ma'am," they all heard Anna from the serving hatch. Finally, Cecile miscalculated. On her next accelerated fellation, Jack willed himself up and over and began to come. He covered his cock (and her milking hand) with his napkin and began a violent bout of coughing to cover his contortions as he spouted a huge load into the napkin and over her hand. He kept coughing and in response to Carmen's alarm, gasped out, 'I need to throw up in the bathroom.' Holding the napkin over his crotch, he managed to rush from the parlor and into the safety of the adjoining bathroom. Once in, he locked the door and leaned on the sink, breathing heavily. The little minx, he thought. As his breathing slowed, he quickly washed himself and disappeared into his suite to change. He considered his options. If he allowed Cecile to get away with this, there was no telling what she would do next. She would always have the threat of telling Carmen and causing an irreparable rupture in the Grierson household. He needed to talk to Isabelle. He cautiously descended the stairs, hoping to avoid coming up on Cecile again. When he entered the parlor, there was no one there but Anna, clearing up. "Hi Anna, do you know where Miss Isabelle is?" he asked. "I think she is with Mrs. Grierson and Mr. Martin in the library, sir," Anna answered stolidly. Jack made his way to the library and standing outside the door, crooked his finger when Isabelle looked up and saw him. He faded out of view. He only had to wait a moment. She made an excuse and came out to him. Jack took her by the elbow and steered her quickly into his study that was further along in the same wing of the house. Once in, he closed and locked the door. "Jack, you know I'd love to fuck you, but Carmen and Martin will be expecting me back in minutes ... " "I'd love to fuck you too, but that's not what I want to talk to you about," Jack said quickly. "Do you know what happened to me at lunch?" Isabelle smiled. "I don't know, but I can guess," she said, her smile getting broader by the second. "Isn't Cecile something?" Jack was not amused. "She said she would tell Carmen about us," he said roughly. Now Isabelle giggled. "Let her. Carmen knows about your infidelities, she won't mind." Irritated as he was, Jack was shocked. "What you saying, Isabelle? Have you lost your mind? This is different, you are our daughter, Martin's wife. Carmen dotes on Martin. She will never forgive us." Isabelle laughed and waved her arm dismissively. "You are over-reacting, Jack." Jack changed tack. "How does Cecile know about us?" "I told her, silly," said Isabelle gaily, completely oblivious to Jack's seriousness. "My sister and my mother are my best friends. I tell them everything and they tell me everything. Both my mother and Cecile were SO excited by what I told them about you!" Jack began to think he was in some horrible nightmare. This couldn't be happening! "Isabelle,' said Jack, speaking slowly as to one who is slow to understand, "This is not funny. You need to talk to Cecile and make her understand that this is very serious. The happiness of her sister, that is your happiness, is at stake, as well as the happiness of the rest of your married household. You need to make her understand that she must swear to keep our relationship secret." "Why would Carmen mind, Jack? She knows you fuck your executive assistant, Farah Hojjat, and lots of other women. Why should I be different?" Jack threw his hands in the air. He gritted his teeth to keep from shouting. "For the last time, Isabelle, you are our daughter! Carmen will not treat you like just any other woman. Your sister, Cecile is a dangerous loose cannon and she's going to make many men unhappy. Well, I'm not going to be one of them! You've got to help me here." Isabelle sighed. "OK, OK. I still think you're making a mountain out of a molehill. I'll talk to her." Jack persisted. "That's not good enough. I want to be there. I want you to tell her in no uncertain terms that if she repeats this there will be severe consequences. And I want you to spell out some pretty severe consequences." "Well, since I pay her allowance, I guess I could threaten to cut it off," said Isabelle, thoughtfully. * * * * * * * * * * 3. Later that afternoon, Isabelle, Cecile and Jack did have a rather stormy meeting in Jack's study. Jack was gratified to find Isabelle back him up to the hilt. She cajoled and then finally threatened to cut off the flow of money. This got through to Cecile. She glared balefully at Isabelle and then at Jack, but she reluctantly agreed to their terms. If their secret got out, Cecile lost her spending money. "Thank you, Isabelle," said Jack at the end of the interview. "I'd like to have a few final words with Cecile, if that's OK with you." Isabelle nodded and left the study, pulling the door shut behind her. "Cecile," Jack said in his most authoritative voice, "I know your father should be disciplining you. But since he obviously has not, I believe that I should instruct you, as he should have. Come here." Jack sat on the desk and she approached him. The shoe was on the other foot now and she was off balance, not quite knowing what to expect. As she came up to him, Jack stood up and walked around behind her. Suddenly, with a quickness that contrasted sharply with his serious demeanor, he caught her by the nape of the neck, just below the tie of her bikini bra. He pushed her face down on the desk and hiked her skirt up around her waist. The perfect round globes of her buttocks were naked now, separated by the thin orange strip of her thong that was topped by its butterfly rear triangle. His free hand gently caressed each firm buttock in turn. "Oh, Jack," Cecile cried in panic. "What are you doing?!" Then he drew his free hand back and struck each buttock as hard as he could with the flat of his palm. The two swift blows sounded like pistol shots and were followed almost immediately by Cecile's agonized wail. Clear red imprints of his hand began to appear almost immediately. Jack still held her down on the desk. "These were for what you did to me at lunch," he said grimly. "This is what I would do if I were your father." He paused. Then leaning very close to her, so that she could have no doubt of the size of his hard on, he whispered in her ear -- "But I am NOT your father. I'm going to remind you that blackmail is dangerous and does not pay." "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, voice trembling. "I'm going to show you how a woman should be fucked." Still holding her down, he pulled down her thong panties till they slipped down and gathered around her ankles. He reached under her and kneaded first one firm, young breast and then the other. She was sobbing now, great juddering sobs that caused her shoulders to heave. "You're a great bully!" she cried through her sobs. "I don't know what Isabelle sees in you! I hate you!" Without ceremony, Jack pushed two fingers into her cunt and began to piston her hard. She struggled, but with his strength and weight, it was hopeless. She caught her breath between gasping intakes of breath, but slowly she sounded less unhappy and more excited. "Let me go!" she cried, but her buttocks undulated in a manner that suggested otherwise. "When you behave like a whore, I'll treat you like a whore," said Jack, continuing to twist his fingers in her cunt. He felt her damp vagina becoming sopping wet. He ran his thumb over her clit -- it was engorged. "Mon dieu! Je sens venir! Je vais avoir un orgasme!!" (My God! I feel it coming! I'm having an orgasm!!) She thrashed on the desk as her climax wracked her. She finally grew quiescent, but Jack still held her tightly. He unzipped his trousers and released his rampant hard on. Her young body stoked his craving and he could not wait or show finesse. He pushed his cockhead into her vagina, reveling in her tightness, her warmth, her wetness and the firmness of her young body. In the same movement, he rammed his huge cock all the way in till his balls slapped against her rounded behind. "You behaved like a bitch, so I'll fuck you doggie-style!" he said grimly. She screamed, but Jack did not care. He pulled back almost out of her and rammed into her again saying, "I'm going to keep fucking you till you say you're sorry!" "Mon dieu!" she cried. "Vous êtes si grand!" (My God! You're so big!) Still encased deep in her, he untied the halter top of her bra and rolled up her net mesh top. Pulling down the cups of her orange bra, he took a firm young breast in each hand. Kneading them hard and tweaking her nipples, he began to fuck her with a hard and driving rhythm. He pounded her with long, hard thrusts. Each thrust drew a scream from her. She twisted in his grip, a mare subjected to the violent rutting of a stallion. With each pounding thrust, he whispered in her ear, "You're a tight, young bitch! You're tits are gorgeous! I'm going to make you beg for more!" She responded by crying out in French. "Vous me baiser si dur! Vous êtes tellement plus profond de moi! Comme un bar chaud de l'acier" (You're fucking me so hard! You're so deep inside me! Like a hot bar of steel!) Then there were several knocks on the door. Coitus Interruptus Coitus Cuckoldus "Jack? Are you in there? What's going on?" It was Carmen's voice. Jack froze, his cock deeply embedded in Cecile. She was panting and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her orange bra was tied around her like a damp rag and Jack kept kneading her breasts. "I'm here," said Jack. "I'll come and see you in a fifteen minutes." "Is Cecile in there? Her mother is on the phone." "Yes," said Jack, thinking quickly. "Cecile is in here. I've been talking to her about the wedding." And I've got my cock balls-deep in her pussy, he thought. "Well, open the door and let me give her the phone." "No, no," said Jack hastily. "I'll send her out right away." He pushed down on Cecile with all of his weight, driving the breath out of her. "Not a word about this," he whispered. "Or about Isabelle and me. You see what I can do to you." He slowly pulled his cock out of her and stood up. She lay on the desk for a long moment. Her pussy looked extremely inviting, peeping out between her the ass cheeks of her naked derriere. Finally, Cecile pulled her thong panties up, snugged them on her wet pussy and pulled down her skirt. She pulled her bra back up and plumped her breasts with her hands to settle the cups on the swells. Then she reached up and tied the halter top back on and rolled down her net top. She gave Jack a long stare. "I hate you," she said, venomously. But as he watched, a thin trail of her feminine juices leaked out of thong and slid down her inner thigh. "Yes, but you want me," he said. "Look at how excited you are." She did not reply, but turned and fled. Jack sat down on the desk again, and looked down at his raging hard on. * * * * * * * * * * 4. The afternoon passed slowly thereafter for Jack. Carmen took Isabelle with her to yet another "final" fitting of her bridal gown. Martin was spending the afternoon with his best man. Cecile was avoiding him. Kelly came by and told him that the two of them were going out for a horseback ride. From his study window, Jack saw the two girls head out to the stables. Cecile had put on knee length riding boots and carried a riding crop, but otherwise had not changed. Kelly had on jeans and a tank top. Jack went online and answered a few emails, but his mind would not stay on work. After a futile hour in which he managed to do ten minutes worth of work, he decided to seek an alternative. He quickly called his office and was gratified when Farah Hojjat's clipped English accent came on the line. "Farah, what are you doing this afternoon? I've got a hardon that won't go away and I'd love to fuck you." Farah did not miss a beat. "I'd love to, Jack, but we have the delegation coming in from Japan this afternoon. With you taking the afternoon off, there's just me to receive them." Jack thought about it for a moment. Without Farah there to manage, lots of things could go wrong. And the Japanese did not forgive or forget. This was too important a contract to mess up. It was bad enough that he was not there and that they would be met by a woman. He trusted Farah to follow his instructions to the letter and make sure that the delegation received all the attention that they expected. He'd made all the bookings at the finest restaurants and he always used the best escort agency in town. "Well, you know what to do. Use James as the 'pretend boss' if you want." James Henderson was one of Jack's silver-haired, aristocratic-looking 'show' managers. He wasn't too smart, but clever enough to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told. It was always useful to use him as the front man in negotiations. It was trick Jack had learnt from the Japanese themselves. 'Leave to me, Jack. And I'll take a rain check on that afternoon of lust,' Farah hung up. Who to call? At such short notice, Jack was at a loss. He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to work and getting a small amount done. Carmen called and said that she and Isabelle were meeting Martin for dinner at Chez Ritz and asking him to join them. He did not feel up to spending an evening so near and yet so far from Isabelle, so he declined. Finally, at about seven, he made up his mind. It was a gorgeous, bright summer evening, so he put down the top of his Jaguar XKE and cranked up the stereo. He called Farah on his cell phone and she called him back moments later with the address information that he wanted. He drove straight there. It was a rather nondescript line of what were rather grandiosely called 'townhouses'. Each had a small single garage and postage stamp front lawn. Jack drove past number 37 slowly and parked around the block. He made his way nonchalantly up the short path to the front entrance of number 37. The front door was open -- there was a closed screen door to keep out the insects. He opened the screen door and stood for a moment in the hallway. The TV was on in the family room half a flight downstairs and he could hear a baseball game being called. He squatted and craned his neck. He could make out the bald top of a man's head in a Lazy-Boy. There was an empty beer glass on a side table and soft rhythmic snores wafted up the stairs. He peeked into the living room on the main level. A girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen sat at a battered upright piano, playing with some dexterity. The music carried around the entire house and covered any sound that he made. Jack took a cautious step into the corridor leading to the kitchen, his footstep muffled by the carpet. A moment later, Trixie Ann emerged from the kitchen, talking into a cordless phone. She saw him and her blue eyes opened wide. Her mouth formed a perfect 'O' and 'Wha ...' escaped from her lips. The person on the phone obviously heard this and she quickly went on, "I'll call you back, Mary Lou. I need to attend to something right now." Trixie Ann wore a white bikini with frilly high cut panties and a frilly halter-top bra that emphasized her firm and full breasts. She had on strappy platform sandals, a bead choker and a white wristband. One hand went through her blonde ringlets in confusion, while that other hung by her side, still holding the disconnected phone. "Jack! ... " she began in a harsh stage whisper. He covered the distance between them in two steps and pushed her back into the kitchen. Backing her against the side-by-side refrigerator, he dropped to his knees. He put his arms around her lower body, cupping and kneading her buttocks in his hands. He buried his face in her crotch and began kissing her vulva through her bikini panties. "No, Jack, not now, not here," she whispered, attempting to pull his head away from her crotch with her free hand, the phone waving uselessly in the other. Jack did not listen, but kept at it. Now his fingers found the seam of her panties under the frills and lifted it, allowing his tongue to reach her blonde pubic curls and sensitive bare flesh. "Don't, don't, OH! Don't, please," she implored. Even so, she grew wet with the realization of her amorous dreams of the weeks past. Jack's tongue worked expertly to stimulate her and when her quickened breathing began to give her away, he pulled the crotch of her panties aside to allow his tongue direct access to her clitoris. "OMIGOD!" she could not suppress the cry of shock and pleasure as his tongue touched and teased her clit. Jack's tongue pranced around, tapping and exciting her clit and then lapping around the walls of her vulva. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged as she struggled to not make a sound. Her fingers gripped his hair tightly and her hips began to rotate. Jack knew she was close to losing control altogether. He could not resist one more turn of the screw. Still kissing and licking her vulva, he pulled open the freezer door and grabbed two ice cubes from the icemaker. With one smooth motion, he leaned away and pushed one and then the other ice cube into her wet cunt. He stood up and kissed her full on the lips, pushing his tongue coated with her sexual fluids into her mouth. He pulled her panties back over her vulva, while his hand continued to knead her crotch and hold the ice cubes in her cunt. This was too much for her. With Jack's lips and invading tongue muffling her panting gasps, she began to come. Her hips juddered and her free hand on his shoulder clenched with every contraction. Panting, with a sheen of perspiration on her brow, Trixie Ann was still conscious of where she was. '"Please, Jack, don't make me do this," she whispered urgently. "My whole family is home now. I'll come out to motel later this evening ... " "Now or never, Trixie Ann," Jack said. Twisting her arm behind her back, with the other hand still massaging her crotch, he propelled her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. As they mounted the stairs, he glanced at the daughter still practicing, the loud music and her concentration making her oblivious to her mother's condition. "Play on," thought Jack with a bit of a gloat, "I'm just about to fuck your mother!" As they entered the master bedroom, Trixie Ann pleaded, 'At least shut the door, Jack!' Jack complied and pushed it shut. However, it did not latch and hung open just a crack. He pulled her panties off and pushed her onto the wide bed. The two ice cubes, now much smaller, slipped out of her cunt and fell on the bed. 'You wanted to be fucked on the bed, didn't you, Trixie Ann?' Jack said sardonically. 'Let's do it then.' She was on her hands and knees on the bed and unwittingly raised her ass invitingly as she tried to turn and face him. He quickly stripped off his trousers and shirt and got on the bed, one arm encircling her waist. She still tried to negotiate. "Jack, really, this is madness! Please go away. I promise I'll come and sleep with you tonight ... " However, it was very presence of her family and the fact that they were in her marriage bed that added to her allure. What Cecile had turned on was now heightened -- he was fully engorged and erect. He pushed her forward till her arms were resting on the headboard and positioned himself doggie style behind her. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her belly, he prodded with his huge cock till it found her wet slit. Trixie Ann felt his naked cockhead and suddenly began to struggle. "Jack!" she hissed. "I'm ovulating! You've got to use a condom, there are some in the nightstand." Jack ignored her and lifted her slightly and pushed smoothly, encasing his cockhead in her vagina. "Jack! Did you hear me? I'm in my most fertile period, I'll get pregnant!" Her communication had the opposite effect to what she intended. The thought that he could impregnate Trixie Ann made Jack harder and more excited. There was no way he was going to use a condom. "Don't!" she moaned as she felt him thrust his huge cock deeper, impaling her on inch after inch of steel hard flesh. Her grip on the headboard tensed as he angled his body to gain maximum penetration. Fully sheathed in her, his cockhead pushed at the gates of her cervix and he lay there for a few moments, letting her feel the fullness of him in her. She felt engorged, so full and tight around him that she thought her vaginal walls could feel every vein and ridge of his massive dick. She had made herself wet many times thinking about just this, but the reality far outweighed the fantasy! Slowly, he pulled an inch back and rammed back home. He quickly gained speed and rhythm. He was rougher than she had imagined in her fantasies, ramming into her like a piston. The wet slap of his mount against her round buttocks echoed around the bedroom. The bed swayed and creaked, the headroom striking the wall in a steady thud. Downstairs, Judy paused playing for a moment cocked her head at the steady thudding coming from overhead. She thought she could hear something from upstairs. It sounded like his mother panting when she ran on the treadmill, but it seemed different somehow. She listened for a few minutes, but when the thudding and high pitched panting persisted, she shook her head and returned to her playing. Trixie Ann knew she going to come again and picked up a pillow. She stuffed it in her mouth just in time -- biting down, her screams and cries came out as hoarse squeaks. Her body was now covered with sweat and writhed and twisted in her passion. Jack's stored up lust could not last. He came as well, continuing to pound her pussy as he sprayed his copious load into her womb. They both collapsed on her bed. Jack regained his composure quickly and after toweling himself off in the bathroom, was dressed and by the bed again. Trixie Ann was still in the throes of her afterglow. "God, Jack, you're such a bastard," she breathed. "You fuck me in my own home, in my marriage bed. You ignore me when I tell you to use a condom, that I'm ovulating. I can't believe your nerve ..." Her bikini bra was soaked through and her nipples were still hard. He pushed the bra up and kneaded a naked breast roughly in each hand. As he had done on their previous encounter, he tweaked her hardened nipples brutally, drawing squeals from her. He made sure that he would leave bruises. "Just call me when you want to fuck again, Trixie Ann," he said. "I know you'll want to." He turned and left. Judy, who had finished her practice, saw him in the hall. He blew her a kiss as he walked out the front door. Gentle snores still emanated from the family room. Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 06 1. Friday dawned bright and sunny. The Grierson household was in a state of controlled chaos, as numerous members of Carmen's family arrived and were ensconced in various guest suites. Jack escaped into his study and buried himself in busy work online with his office. Around ten, there was a knock on the study door and before he could answer, it swung open. Isabelle stood there, resplendent in a clingy sun-dress and strappy sandals. Her eyes twinkled mischievously. Jack felt hope rise and half stood behind the desk. Then, as Isabelle entered the room, an equally tall and imperious woman with jet-black hair followed her in. 'Jack Grierson,' Isabelle said formally. 'Allow me to introduce my mother, Louise Marie-Therese, Baroness de Croissy Comtesse de la Roque.' Louise swept up to the desk and raised her arm, saying, 'Enchante, M'sieu Grierson.' His name rolled thickly on her heavy French accent. Jack took her hand rather stiffly and kissed it. 'The pleasure is all mine, Countess.' Louise inclined her head at Isabelle, who mutely withdrew from the room. Louise had had Isabelle very young, and was only forty. However, she looked ten years younger. Her figure was full and flawless – she could have been Isabelle's twin. She wore a black backless halter-top sundress with a long slit and black open-toe pumps with small gold buckles. She sat down and crossed her legs. The slit fell open, revealing a perfect leg, almost to her hip. Jack felt his mouth go dry and sat uncertainly on the desk top, looking down her tight cleavage. It was very, very inviting. The brightly sparkling diamond choker at her throat enhanced its effect. 'So I hear you have been fucking one of my daughters and spanking the other,' Louise began conversationally. 'Well, I ... I ... ,' Jack was stammered. 'Well, I must say that Cecile has it coming to her,' Louise went on without deigning to notice his expostulations, 'and I hope that you will continue to discipline her. It may restrain her wilder impulses. But fucking Isabelle! Your own daughter! Are you proud of cuckolding your own son?' 'Martin doesn't know,' said Jack defensively. 'And what if I tell him?' 'You wouldn't ruin your own daughter's marriage, would you?' There was a note of smugness in Jack's voice. 'Don't be so sure. If you want me to keep your little secret, you must stop fucking Isabelle,' said Louise primly. She rose and smoothed her skirt, closing the slit. She turned strolled to the door, her hips swinging on her high heels. Jack could see where Cecile got the hip action in her gait. Louise paused at the door. 'And don't think you can keep Isabelle from telling me,' she said over her shoulder. 'She tells me everything. Everything. You may be her lover, but I am her mother.' Louise stood there with her hand on the doorknob to let her words sink in. Her bare back was finely muscled, but Jack could see the tension there. He crossed the room in a few long strides. Before she could swing the door open, he was on her. He reached under her armpits and he cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing and kneading the firm mounds through the thin sundress. 'How would YOU like a little of what Isabelle has been getting, Countess?' he breathed into her ear. He was able to grasp a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, tweaking hard. Her pain was sharp and intense. A cry rose in her throat, but she stifled it so only a gasp escaped her. She felt his gathering tumescence on her rump. Her muteness lulled him into complacency. She twisted very suddenly, breaking his grasp on her breasts and coming face to face with him. In the same motion, her right hand drew back and she slapped him, so hard that the red imprint of her fingers immediately began appearing on his face. The shock caused him to back up half a step. In this moment, she opened the door and disappeared with the click of latch. All that remained in the room was the mesmerizing essence of her – a combination of her very subtle perfume and her womanly pheromones. 'My God,' Jack murmured to himself. 'What a woman! I don't think her daughters measure up to her.' He had a raging hard-on that stretched his pants like a tent. * * * * * * * * * * 2. It was in this rather uncomfortable situation that Jack's cell phone began vibrating in his pocket. He reached in and extracted it while trying to calm his engorged cock. He heard the unmistakable English accent of his executive assistant, Farah Hojjat. 'Jack, I have Trixie Ann Peters on the line,' she said, getting straight to the point. 'I need to patch her through to you right now.' 'This is not a good time, Farah,' said Jack sharply. 'However, there are a few other things that I would like to talk to YOU about.' 'Jack, we have a bit of a situation here,' Farah persisted. 'You really need to take this call.' 'Oh, alright, patch her through,' said Jack resignedly. 'J-Jack,' Trixie Ann faltered. 'I really need to talk to you.' It was clear that she was in tears. He heard her gulp and blow her nose. 'C-can you meet me in an hour?' Jack was on the verge of exploding, 'No, of course not, you silly bitch!' but bit it back. He had a hunch where this was leading. So he paused and spoke calmly. 'I'd love to, Trixie Ann, but my son is getting married tomorrow and everything is a bit upside-down right now. What's the matter?' 'Oh, Jack,' she wailed. 'I don't know what to do or who to turn to! I'm so worried, I'm so unhappy! I need to talk to you or I'll go crazy!' 'Just tell me what the matter is,' he said soothingly. 'I did a home test and then I had a test done at my doctor's,' she said, breathing hard and holding back her sobs. 'I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your baby!' Jack's fist clenched on the cell phone. With an effort he refrained from saying anything immediately. He knew Trixie Ann – she would babble on. 'The only person I've told is my best friend Mary Lou. "How do you know it's not Kevin's?" she asked. But Kevin hasn't had sex with me without a condom for years! You're the only one who's fucked me other than him since I've been married! "Just get an abortion," Mary Lou said to me. But I can't get an abortion! It would be murder! I should be happy to be pregnant and bring a baby into this world, but I'm so unhappy!' This was not the first time this had happened to Jack. He sighed inwardly. 'What are you most worried about, Trixie Ann?' he said kindly. 'I have such a wonderful husband and family! And to lose them over this,' she began sobbing audibly. 'You need not lose anything, Trixie Ann,' said Jack, patiently. 'You can always tell your husband it is his child. Condoms fail all the time. Once in all these years is very understandable.' He paused to let his words sink in. 'I know that your husband is not that successful,' he paused again before proceeding to increase the effect. 'At the moment. I know that a new baby is going to be expensive. But don't you worry about a thing. I take my responsibilities very seriously. I'll make sure that you get enough to provide for the child.' Counting to three, he continued. 'And more.' There was a short silence on the line. Jack heard Trixie Ann's breathing grow easier. She seemed to be getting calmer. 'Really?' she said, hopefully. 'Can it all work out OK?' 'I am confident of it,' said Jack, gently. 'It will work out for the best. You will be very happy with this new baby.' She rubbed her still-flat belly. 'You make me feel so much better,' she sniffed. 'This baby is our little miracle.' 'It's our little miracle,' Jack repeated, inserting a happy note into his voice. He allowed another short interval to elapse, before going on. 'You know my office number. Just call them tomorrow and they will take care of everything you need.' 'When will I see you, Jack?' she asked, a tremulous note creeping back into her voice. 'I need to see to my son's wedding, Trixie Ann,' he said, patiently. 'Call me at the office next week and we'll set up a time to meet. We should celebrate, not be sad!' I'd like to celebrate by fucking the daylights out of you again, thought Jack. Maybe we should try a little bondage. He cut off the line before she could go on. Farah Hojjat came back on. 'Well done, Jack,' she said smoothly. 'I've made all the arrangements. You can sign the paperwork when you come into the office. All this makes me want to come off birth control so you can impregnate me with your baby the next time you fuck me.' The cool, official tone coupled with Farah's clipped boarding school British accent went to Jack's head in a manner that was unwelcome at the moment. He was growing hornier by the minute. 'Don't make me horny if you can't fuck me right now, Farah,' Jack said with a note of irritation in his voice. He heard her tinkling laughter as he snapped his cell phone shut. * * * * * * * * * * 3. Twenty minutes later, Jack emerged from his study. His whistled tunelessly and wandered around the house, his hands in his pockets. His encounter with Louise, the phone call from Trixie Ann and Farah, had all left him horny and worse, frustrated. Cecile wanted to fuck him, but she was underage and off limits. Isabelle wanted to fuck him, but she was now off limits too. He wanted to fuck Louise, but she didn't want him – at least it seemed that way. Isabelle was in the morning room, resplendent in her wedding dress. The designer Daphne Yoo, and her wardrobe assistants were fussing over her with needles and scissors, making last minute alterations. Martin was there as well, smiling and getting in the way. They all said 'Hi,' as he walked in. 'Where's your mother?' he asked Isabelle casually. 'She's gone up to her room to rest,' Isabelle replied. 'She was pretty jet-lagged. She should be much better by the evening. Martin, be a doll and get me a cup of tea. I'm parched standing here in this thing.' Martin nodded and disappeared. Isabelle crooked her finger at Jack. He came up to her. 'I've got a secret to tell you,' she said, her eyes bright. She was obviously very excited and happy. 'Tell me,' he smiled. His hands were firmly in his pockets, his excitement stoked rather than becalmed by all the female presence in the room. 'Come here, you silly boy,' she giggled. 'I want to whisper in your ear.' He shrugged and came close, carefully stepping around one of the wardrobe assistants working on Isabelle's hem. Isabelle leaned forward so her lips were almost touching his ear. 'I'm pregnant,' she mouthed. Jack stepped back. 'Martin will be very happy,' he deadpanned. 'Does he know?' Isabelle rolled her eyes and motioned with her hand impatiently. He came up to her again and put his ear to her mouth. 'Martin is fanatical about birth control,' she hissed. 'It's yours! Our baby! I'm so happy!' Jack stepped back and eyed Isabelle up and down in her shoulderless white silk gown and gauzy white veil. Daphne Yoo raised Isabelle's arms began working on the bust of the gown under the armpit. Isabelle's breasts tightened and her cleavage grew more pronounced. 'I might as well be a tailor's dummy to these women,' Isabelle sighed. Jack felt he was going to burst. 'I'll see you later, Isabelle,' he said shortly. He walked out of the morning room and out on the porch. Another baby! This one would stay in the family! A grandson that was really his son! His throat grew dry. He felt a rush of tenderness towards Isabelle. I wish I were a prince of Arabia, like my friend Mushtaq al Rahim al Khalifa, he thought. I'd really like to service and breed a few dozen wives and concubines. * * * * * * * * * * 4. It seemed that everyone was busy in the house except for him. The father of the groom and, he chuckled inwardly to himself, the father of the bride's lovechild. Cecile and Kelly were deep in a game of Scrabble on the porch. They did not look up as he stood there. He puttered about the mansion from room to room, unable to fix on something concrete to do. Half an hour slipped by. He passed the morning room again – Isabelle had changed out of her wedding gown and was talking animatedly to Daphne Yoo with Martin at her elbow. He walked on. He heard Carmen's animated voice coming from the parlor. He looked in – the caterer was there, scribbling furiously as Carmen spoke. Jack did not register her words, just the cascade of sound as she went on and on. Finally, she stopped and the caterer gathered his papers, shook hands and withdrew. Carmen bustled up to him, smoothing some blonde strands of hair behind her ears. 'There you are,' she said brightly. 'I'm run off my feet, so many things to do and the wedding almost upon us! Come give me company, I've got to get a few things from upstairs.' Jack obediently followed her up the stairs. Carmen wore a pink skirt with a flowery print, a tight, white off-the-shoulder nylon-spandex top and matching white stockings with a subtle fishnet pattern. Her feet were in sling-back pink fuck-me pumps. Her round rump moved pleasingly before him up the stairs. He could see her bra back-strap through the tight top – he noted that it did not have shoulder straps. They entered Carmen's suite and the thought that had been a passing fancy in the parlor downstairs grew into an obsessive craving. While Carmen's approach to sex was pedestrian and her body held no secrets for him, it was undeniably gorgeous. He was so horny! He really needed a fuck right now. And Carmen was the only woman in the house that he could fuck with impunity. They were by Carmen's huge bed on the way to her boudoir. As he had with Louise, he reached under Carmen's armpits and he cupped a breast in each hand. As he squeezed and kneaded, Carmen said brusquely, 'Not now, Jack, really. I've a million things to do. Save your ardor till after the wedding.' But Jack did not stop. Nor did he speak. He found the zipper to her skirt and it fluttered to the ground around her ankles in a pinkish cloud. She wore a white nylon thong, so she felt both the heat and hardness of his tumescence against her bare rump. One of Jack's hands descended to her crotch and began to knead. Now Carmen began to struggle in earnest. 'Jack, stop this minute! Be responsible for once! Let me go!!' Jack pulled her tight spandex top up around her armpits, exposing her lacy white strapless brassiere. He pulled the cups down and massaged the firm and familiar mounds rather roughly. Carmen now began to twist and struggle with a will. But the more she struggled, the rougher Jack became. He was far bigger and stronger than her. 'Jack, this is ridiculous!' she stormed. 'What's gotten into you? Stop this instant! Stop, I say!' At this point, Martin and Isabelle walked by the partially open door to Carmen's suite. Martin heard his mother's distressed cries and hastened into the anteroom. Isabelle was only a half step behind him and saw the scene over his shoulder through the partially ajar anteroom door. She caught his arm and as he turned to her, she put her finger over her lips and hissed, 'Quiet, Martin!' As Carmen struggled, Jack tweaked her meaty nipples between thumb and forefinger, repeating his encounter with Louise. Her words dissolved into mews of pain. This was all very new to her. Jack had never treated her this way. He had never hurt her. And she was shocked to discover, through her gasps of pain, that she was getting very excited. Martin was furious. 'He's raping her!' he whispered sharply to Isabelle. 'How do you know they don't do this all the time?' Isabelle whispered back. 'They're married! They can have sex any way they want, you know.' Martin almost said, 'I know how they have sex because I've watched and listened to them for years.' But he restrained himself. He could not admit to his knowledge without admitting to his embarrassing voyeurism. After a brief pause, Isabelle continued. 'Your mother has beautiful boobs.' Martin was thinking the same thing himself. He had often seen his mother in a bikini, sometimes in lingerie, but the sight of her bare breasts always excited him. The sight of near nakedness brought his shameful sense of desire back to the surface. The scene unfolding before him held him spellbound, rooted to the spot. Isabelle's arms reached around him and he felt his fiancee's full breasts tightly against his back, her nipples hardening and poking him through thin layers of clothing. Jack reached down again and was gratified to find that the crotch of Carmen's panties had become quite damp. He raised his musky fingers and pushed them into her lips. Smelling her own sex up close caused her to grunt with surprise. As she did so, Jack stripped the thong down around her ankles. Jack manhandled her towards the large king size bed. She tripped as her ankles caught in her thong. She stepped out of them to regain her balance. As she did so, Jack pushed her onto the bed. In the same motion, he stepped out of his pants with practiced ease. Carmen was on her hands and knees on the bed, her naked breasts between her hiked up top and pulled down bra. Her round rump was pleasingly elevated over her white stockings held up by tie-on pink garters. 'What a wonderful ass she has,' Isabelle whispered in Martin's ear. Martin realized that his cock had grown very hard. His face was hot and flushed and he was acutely aware that Isabelle's hands were moving sensuously over his chest and drifting lower. One of Jack's hands sank into Carmen's blonde mane, while the other reached around her and found her now-naked crotch. He pulled her head up with his left hand, while roughly manipulating her clit with his right. His lips fastened onto her throat and his breathing was hot in his ears. 'Jack, don't, please don't' Carmen panted. But she arched her neck under his lips. 'Oh, my tits! My nipples!! Please don't make me!!' Jack was adept at the reverse psychology inherent in the situation. In response, he caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger again and squeezed repeatedly and hard. 'Omigod! Omigod!! OMIGOD!!!' Carmen's cries rose in pitch as Jack savagely mauled her nipples and aureoles. Along with her cries, her vaginal fluids were beginning to flow. 'I'm going to fuck you in the ass, bitch,' he hissed in her ear. 'Ooh! Oooh!! OOOH!!' Carmen squealed like a stuck pig as Jack's sank his right middle finger into her anus up to the second knuckle. He withdrew it, pushed it into her wet cunt and sank the lubricated digit into her ass again. He pistoned her slowly, pulling her head back by her hair as he did so, arching her back like a bowstring. Her breasts jounced as his palm slapped her round rump with each thrust. 'You're my anal virgin, pet,' Jack breathed into her ear. 'I'm going to take your anal cherry, like I broke your hymen all those years ago.' Carmen shuddered – but it was only partly from fright. She could no longer conceal her mounting excitement. Her mouth was half open as she gasped for air, her body was bathed in sweat and droplets formed on her abused nipples, quivering before dripping onto the bedspread. Her cunt was dripping as well. Then with a gentleness that contrasted with his rough pulling of her hair, his right forefinger joined his middle finger and invaded her anus. As he continued to piston her and pull her head back, she gradually relaxed and stopped clenching her anus against his invading fingers. He continually whispered in her ear, like he was riding a recalcitrant mare – 'Easy does it; what a fine ass you have; its so warm; its so tight; easy, easy, girl ...'. As she relaxed, the discomfort of his anal digital penetration eased. Her arousal was undiluted now. She began to thrust her rump back as he pushed his fingers into her. As she did this he increased the tempo of his anal insertions and simultaneously tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back further. Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 06 She was panting like a bitch in heat now. 'OMIGOD!! What are you doing to me?! JACK!! I want to come! Fuck my cunt!! NOW!! NOW!!' This was a Carmen Jack had never seen before. She had never made him this hard. He had no idea that his ice queen had a core of fire. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her ass. Still holding her head back, arching her back to the max, he slapped her buttocks cheeks hard. The slaps sounded like two pistol shots and she screamed. Her hands rubbed her sore rump and she caught her breath as she stifled her sobs. He used her distraction to guide his engorged member to her slightly stretched anal entrance. He pushed his fore- and middle fingers into her cunt and used her vaginal fluids together with his own weeping pre-ejaculate to lubricate his huge cock. Quickly, before she had time to react and clench her ass, he pushed his cockhead into her ass. She screamed again, but he was whispering softly into her ear again, calming her and pinching her nipples to distract her from the pain in her ass. He pulled her hair, he pinched her nipples hard, but he pushed his cock into her anus gently. He rocked back and forth, penetrating her just a few millimeters each time. The pain subsided into discomfort as her excitement rose. 'God, Jack!! OMIGOD!! Don't do this to me!! I can't!! You're tearing me apart!! OH!! OOH!! OOHH!!' Even as he kept a firm rein on her hair, his right hand now ranged over her body, cupping her magnificent breasts, the swell of her belly and then settling into her crotch. He teased her clit and steadied her mount, all the while increasing his penetration of her tight ass. With a final little thrust, he completed his impalement, his mount slapping into her firm round rump. He held her tight, he fingers manipulating her clit, his tongue now tracing patterns on the sensitive skin just below her ear. She had not felt its onset, so both Jack and she were surprised by her sudden orgasm. It was sharp, hard and short. She felt her body tense, she bucked once, twice and then she was limp. This was too much for Martin. With a strangled gasp, he came, gushing into his briefs. Behind his back, Isabelle smiled to herself. 'Hold on, darling, the fun's just beginning,' Isabelle whispered. Sure enough, Jack drew back and pushed a sharp four-inch thrust into Carmen's ass. It drew a strangled cry. But her anus was warm, lubricated and becoming accustomed to the huge cock that impaled it. He thrust again and again, each time a little longer and a little harder. Each time, her cries were higher and more urgent, but these were the cries that Martin was used to, the cries she made as she mounted to orgasm. Jack was now riding her hard – his mount slapped sharply on her rump. She felt the approach of a second much more intense orgasm. She bucked and twisted, meeting his thrusts. Her breasts jounced in time to her bucking. One hand caught the wrist buried in her hair, the other caught the wrist at her crotch. Jack could sense her coming orgasm and felt the onset of his own eruption. He waited and waited and when he felt her first clenching contraction, he let go. He unloaded the huge mountain of her day-long frustration, pumping huge jets of thick musky jism into her. Carmen was too hoarse to scream. Panting gasps escaped her as her body went through a series of juddering contractions – the hardest orgasm of her life. * * * * * * * * * * Isabelle drew Martin away down the corridor to their own room. 'The bastard! The bastard!' Martin kept repeating. 'I hate him! He's just a worthless lowlife who married her for her enormous wealth. He knows he's scum, so he's always tortured her. How she suffers! I can't bear it!' Isabelle smiled at the classic Freudian situation. 'I think she seemed to enjoy herself,' she said mildly. 'And you seemed to have a good time too.' Martin muttered intelligibly. Isabelle gave him a hand job and when that failed, she took his limp cock in her mouth in an attempt to bring it to life. But Martin had blown his wad – she could not get him erect. * * * * * * * * * * Carmen and Jack lay intertwined on her bed, sated and on a high in the afterglow of their orgasms. The soreness from all her rough handling had not yet set in and Carmen smiled dreamily. Jack's thick semen oozed out of her ass and stained the bedspread. Jack grinned and patted the red marks on her rump. 'I can't believe it took twenty years of marriage for us to discover this,' whispered Carmen into Jack's ear. 'I never thought you would enjoy rough sex, pet,' said Jack. 'I can ride you harder if you like.' She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. His tongue immediately invaded her mouth and her tongue sparred with it gently. 'Once in a while, Jack,' she said seriously, coming up for air. 'Once in a great while I think I'll enjoy it. But if you do this to me again without my consent, I'll tell Daddy and he'll break you.' Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 07 1. Saturday dawned. The early morning was dull and gray and promised rain. Martin was up by six and quickly shaved and showered. His wedding day! His fiancée Isabelle and had decided to sleep apart for the few weeks before the wedding, so he was alone. But his wedding was not uppermost in his mind. Still trembling with the remnants of his rage from the previous day, he padded to his mother's suite. He entered the anteroom and paused. The door to the bedroom was ajar and dim light of the early morning filtered in. He hesitated by the door, but was emboldened by the silhouette of his mother's form on her huge king bed. The silence in the room was broken every few moments by a low sound that he could not immediately place. Craning his neck into the room, it became clearer – his mother was moaning softly in her sleep. Martin advanced slowly into the room. Carmen's form became clearer as he approached. He stopped at the foot of the bed and stood stock-still. She lay on her back but her torso was twisted so that from waist down she was on her side. She was naked except for the white stockings with pink ties from the day before and a long pink chiffon scarf tied in a big bow around her neck. Her arms were flung up towards the head of the bed, elevating her magnificent breasts. Evidence of Jack's rough treatment was stark. Even in the dim light, Martin could see the mass of bruises around her nipples as well as the angry welts on her buttocks where Jack had spanked her. After the afterglow of her lovemaking with Jack had subsided, the pain had set in. Her breasts and her buttocks felt raw. Her virgin ass felt as though a hot bar of steel were still inserted in it. She could not lie on her buttocks or her breasts. She had taken sleeping pills to ward off the pain and escape into the refuge of slumber. In repose, her face was beautiful, her blonde mane scattered about the pillow. But each time she moaned, her forehead furrowed. Martin felt a lump form in his throat. He advanced around the bed and gently sat down by her side. Just as he did so, she moaned again. A deep feeling of tenderness and protectiveness came over him, fueled by his longstanding obsession. Impulsively, he leaned forward and ran his wet tongue over one of her abused nipples. He was gratified to hear her sigh. He tongued her other nipple. She breathed deeply and sighed again, causing her breasts to jounce enticingly. Very gently, he ran fingers over both her breasts, spreading his saliva into a fine sheen. Martin felt his cock growing and hardening. Years of voyeurism made this moment supremely exciting. Another low moan escaped her lips, but to Martin's ear it sounded less troubled. Still massaging her breasts very gently, he leaned low over her lower belly and inhaled deeply of the aroma of her crotch. After so many years of masturbating with her panties stuffed in his nose, the smell of the real thing went to his head like a drug. He continued to gently stimulate her abused and sore nipples and now blew gently into her crotch. Her pubic triangle of fine blonde down rippled under his ministrations. She sighed again and her outflung arms stretched, causing her breasts to bobble under his touch. 'Darling ... ,' she mumbled in her sleep. Martin was thrilled and emboldened. He grew more daring and stuck out the tip of his tongue, just barely touching her labia. Her position on her side meant that he had to push his face deeply into her crotch to reach her vulva. She smelled musky and faintly sweet. He caught a whiff of her perfume along with her womanly scents. Unbidden, the thought ran through his head – she perfumes her cunt! He continued to tongue her thick nether lips, eliciting more deep sighs. The sleeping pills kept her under the surface, even as her mind recognized the pleasurable sensations and sought to emerge into consciousness. She stirred, flexing her arms and mumbling. Martin could only catch the odd intelligible word, like 'Darling!' or 'Oh, yes!' By now Martin had lost all inhibition. He gently stroked her buttocks as his mouth found her clitoris. He licked it and sucked on it. He felt her hands on the back of his head, but she was not pushing him away. Her hands ruffled his hair, as she so often did. His ministrations were having an effect. Her cunt was growing damper and damper. As seconds turned to minutes, her crotch grew wet and then soaking. Martin delightedly inhaled her womanly juices. Dimly he realized that her moans had turned to words: her voice came into his leaden brain. 'Martin, Martin, ....' His mother's voice was slurred, thick with sleep. But she was aware of him and what he was doing. Slowly, slowly, Carmen came up out of her deep slumber. First of all she became aware of the burning pain in her ass and around her abused nipples. Secondly, she became aware of the heat in her crotch and the source of it. But the sleeping pills deadened her reactions – it was so pleasurable to just lie there. She mumbled again, but now she set her senses adrift and when she finally formed words, she repeated, 'Yes, ... oh ...., yes, ..... oohh! ..., just like that, ...., omigod!!' This was all the encouragement Martin needed. He nuzzled into her crotch now, reaching as deeply into her swollen cunt as he could with his tongue. He was not rough, but he was insistent. His cock was fully erect now, a bigger erection than he had ever managed with Isabelle. Carmen excited him as no other woman could. His beautiful mother was moaning and crying out in passion and it was because of him! He felt her scissor her legs around his head and now her hands held his head resolutely. Even with her thighs squashing his ears, he dimly heard her mewing: 'Ooohh! ... Oooohhh!! .... OOOOHHH!!! .... OMIGOD!! ... Ooohh!!' Martin knew her passion intimately from all his years of voyeurism. He had watched Jack fuck her and watched her masturbate – he knew that she was very close to orgasm. He redoubled his efforts, sucking on her clit and spearing his tongue into her sensitive cunt. He was rewarded moments later when her mewing crescendoed. Her thighs began to tighten spasmodically and her hips began to rotate. She pulled his face even tighter into her crotch and her musky and sweet cum permeated his mouth and nose. He almost came himself, but just managed to hold off, thinking longingly of what was to come. Carmen felt her pleasure with her release. But she was used to explosive orgasms with Jack and compared to those, it was a gentle climax. Martin now eagerly kissed her belly and then clambered up the bed, rolling her over onto her back as he did so. Lying on her abused ass brought on sharp stabs of pain and she cried out, 'Oh GOD!! That hurts!' Martin was instantly contrite and looked so miserable that Carmen stroked his face and said, 'It's not your fault, honey. Mama will take care of you now.' Carmen had unconsciously stoked Martin's passion for so many years that it seemed natural that she should take him in her arms and let him lick her breasts and suckle on her nipples. She rolled him over and straddled him. She gently fellated his engorged cock and brought it to her wet cunt. Slowly, slowly, she impaled herself on him. His dick was so much smaller than Jack's that she engulfed him quickly and easily. She did not feel fully penetrated and she had to squeeze her cunt muscles hard to make a tight seal around his manhood. Martin was in heaven. He gently massaged her bruised nipples as she rode him. She swiveled and rotated her hips to increase contact with her clitoris. 'Dear Martin,' she whispered. 'Such a good little boy. Mama loves you, darling.' 'Oh mother, oh mother! Oh, OH, OHHH!!' Try as he might, Martin could not hold himself back. Just the thought that he was fucking Carmen, the mother he worshipped, after so many years of watching made his passion effervescent. He came with a strangled cry in one explosive surge, and convulsed briefly. Carmen still straddled him, but he quickly began to soften inside her. 'I'm sorry, mother, I came too soon, ...' he began to apologize. 'Hush, hush, baby,' Carmen cooed. 'It's OK. Mama loves you.' * * * * * * * * * * 2. It was past eight when Jack awoke, yawned and stretched. They had to be at the church by ten! He quickly went through the motions of shaving and showering, and put on the morning coat and trousers that were already laid out. He was ride with Isabelle to the church along with her mother, Louise. He made his way over to the guest wing and knocked on Isabelle's door. 'Entre!' he heard her call out and entered. Isabelle was vision. Daphne Yoo hovered over her, her mouth full of pins, making last minute adjustments. The bridal gown was a silk creation of ivory white that left her creamy shoulders and back bare. It had a tight bodice with minimal support for Isabelle's full, firm breasts. There was a small bow between the bodice bra cups. The rear let out into a five foot ruffled train, but the front was smooth and managed to perfectly cling to her firm thighs and long legs. She wore elbow length white lace finger-less gloves and a narrow white choker on which hung a small diamond studded cross. Her blonde tresses were piled up on top of her head and a discreet tiara supported a gauzy veil. Daphne Yoo had just adjusted the veil around her face. The white diaphanous cloud of muslin enhanced rather than detracted from her fine features. 'Beautiful!' Daphne Yoo said, stepping back and surveying her work. 'You look absolutely stunning, my dear.' Isabelle turned to Jack, her eyes shining through the veil. 'And you, Jack?' she asked. 'What do you think, cherie?' Jack was almost tongue-tied. 'Gorgeous,' he said, licking his lips. 'You look just gorgeous. I'd marry you myself if I was twenty years younger.' Isabelle laughed that tinkling laugh of hers that made Jack's pulse race. 'Thanks so much, Daphne, ma cherie,' she said affectionately. 'I'll look for you in the church.' 'I'll be there, darling. You're going to break a lot of hearts today!' As soon as the door closed behind Daphne, Isabelle held out her arms. 'Come here, darling,' she said, tossing her veil back over the top of her hairdo. She ran her tongue over reddened lips. 'I want to kiss the father of my child.' Jack hesitated. 'Isabelle, you're getting married in just over an hour. We need to get to the church.' She did not reply. She just leaned back on her bureau and crooked her finger with a teasing smile. Jack was drawn to her as though on a string. She put her arms around his neck and blew a perfumed breath in his ear. 'Test my lipstick,' she said coquettishly. 'It's supposed to be kiss-proof.' Jack kissed her. They lingered over it, tongues twining and sparring. He gently bit her lower lip and she nipped back. Inevitably, Jack's manhood, already awakened at the sight of her bridal finery, firmed, grew and hardened. She felt his hard-on through their clothing. He held her tightly, his hands running over the fine muscles of her bare back. He felt her hands at his waistband. Before he knew it, she had undone his trousers and freed his rampant manhood. She stroked and caressed it, and then fellated it gently, drawing him to full erection. The feeling of her cool silk-encased hands was incredibly erotic and drove out his worries about her imminent wedding to his son. He ran his tongue over the outlines of her shell-like ears, feeling the hard points of her diamond pendant ear-rings. 'Jack, Jack,' she breathed throatily. 'I want you right now. Right here!' 'No, no,' Jack remonstrated, trying to pull away. But she had hiked up the front of her bridal gown and pressed herself hard against him. He felt her naked crotch with his cock and simultaneously saw her white satin thong on top of the bureau beside her. Resting her buttocks on the bureau, she raised first one leg and then the other, scissoring his waist. He felt her white garters and the smooth coolness of her stockings as her legs tightened around him. She wiggled her ass till his cockhead was half-buried within her vaginal lips. Her 'kiss-proof' lips found his. She arched her back, stripping back his foreskin with her tight cunt lips. Jack could only groan deeply and respond by pushing his dick into her. He drove his enormous length into her without stopping, forcing his way through her tight cervix, until he fully penetrated her womb. He hit her mount with a soft thump. 'OH GOD!' Isabelle breathed. 'Your cock feels like it's in my throat! I'm yours, Jack! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!' Jack proceeded to do just that, skewering her deeply, yet rapidly and forcefully with his huge cock. The sight and rustle of her wedding gown were profoundly exciting and his cock felt like it was growing even harder. She met him with equal vigor, swiveling her hips with great dexterity to maintain his rhythmic pressure on her clitoris. The thought of being fucked by her father on her wedding morning was deeply erotic to her. Jack's deep incursions and unrelenting pounding drove her over the edge and she began to come very quickly. 'Oh, OH, OOHH!! OMIGOD!! JACK!! OH, JACK!!' Her contractions wrung his dick tightly and she thrashed and twisted in his arms. Jack rode her through it all, but still had not come himself. He was still rock hard and she was still fully impaled on him, legs scissored around his waist. There was a sharp knocking on the door. 'Isabelle, ma petite,' came Louise's lilting voice. 'It's Mama. Open the door.' 'Oh, fuck, this is awful timing,' Isabelle whispered in Jack's ear. 'We have to stop – I know her, she'll never go away.' Jack withdrew from Isabelle, his cock sliding out of her cunt with a soft plop. He was still inflamed and his hard-on was painful in its intensity. In this state, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to zip up his tuxedo trousers, let alone re-fastening his cummerbund. 'Jack! My mother can't see you like that! Go hide in the bathroom,' Isabelle hissed. Jack walked awkwardly, but managed to make it to the bathroom. Even as he was doing so, Isabelle hiked up her wedding gown around her waist and shot several squirts of Chanel in her crotch. Then she smoothed down the front of her white gown and strode quickly to the door. She unlocked it and it swung open just as the bathroom door was swinging shut. Louise walked in with a flourish. She wore a red backless halter-neck gown with a long tie at the nape of her elegant neck. The front had a very deep 'V' that showed her cleavage to advantage. The gown was so tight that her nipples made obvious lumps in the bodice and the outlines of her thong were clearly visible. Her jet-black hair was coiffed and she wore a white gold tiara with a diamond center-stud. Another dewdrop diamond hung from a black ribbon choker around her neck. She had on red open-toe pumps with thin strap over the arch of her foot. Louise put her hand on Isabelle's bare shoulder. She leaned back and surveyed her daughter. 'You look gorgeous, ma cherie,' said Louise softly. Isabelle smiled and struck a pose with a hand on her hip, giggling. Good sex always relaxed her and her recent orgasm with Jack made her feel very mellow. The wetness of her copious womanly juices between her legs felt good, even though it was seeping down and wetting her garter and the tops of her white stockings. Louise laughed a low, silvery tinkle and mirrored her daughter's pose, her gown splitting open along the slit, revealing a magnificent leg encased in a red stocking all the way up to her snap-on lace garter. Jack had kept the bathroom door open a crack so he could see everything that went on in the room. Try as he might, he could not take his eyes off the scene between mother and daughter and it stoked his rampant erection just as he was trying desperately to tame it. Louise leaned forward and cupped one of Isabelle's breasts in each hand through the bridal gown. Squeezing gently, she observed, 'You are not wearing a bra, cherie.' 'I am firm enough, mama,' Isabelle said, smiling. 'You know I don't need one.' 'Of course you are, darling,' her mother returned, her thumb tracing Isabelle's nipples through the bodice of the gown. 'Of course you hold up your strapless bodice without a hint of sag. But think of how you will jounce as you walk down the aisle. You'll create a sea of hard-ons in the congregation.' Louise's exploring fingers recognized that Isabelle's nipples were hard and swollen. A nascent suspicion began forming in her mind. Her eye roved the room and caught sight of Isabelle's white satin thong on the bureau. 'Are you planning to wear those panties? Or do you want to get married with a bare crotch?' Louise's tone hardened a little. 'Oh, I was going to put those on just before you came in,' Isabelle said. Louise sniffed the air, her suspicions heightened. She smelled Isabelle's Chanel, but her sharp nose caught the tinges of musky pungency that accompanied it. 'Chanel on your crotch, darling?' she asked sweetly. 'I think I smell sex with capital S-E-X.' 'Oh, that's all you have on your mind, Mama,' said Isabelle, smoothing down her the front of her gown. 'Let's go and find Jack – we're sharing a limo with him to the church.' 'I think I know exactly where to find Jack,' said Louise with a nasty note creeping into her voice. Before Isabelle could react, she quickly moved to the bathroom door and flung it open. Jack stood there, his cummerbund hanging loose, his trousers open and his magnificent hard-on proudly erect. 'Come out, you degenerate, filthy man!' Louise hissed, her tone dripping with contempt. 'You couldn't control your cock, could you? I can't believe you would fuck your daughter on the morning of her wedding!' As it was, Jack was feeling slightly guilty about his relationship with Isabelle. In his guilty state, Louise's arrogant, aristocratic bearing and dripping contempt overawed him. He came out of the bathroom awkwardly. 'Just look at how disgusting you look,' said Louise scornfully. 'Mama, please,' Isabelle wailed. 'Let us go to the limo, we're going to be late!' Just then there was a tap on the door. 'Entre vous,' said Louise, sharply. The door opened and one of the Grierson household maids came in. She wore her black, lace-trimmed maid's uniform with black stockings, a frilly white apron and a ribbon bow at her throat. In honor of the wedding, she wore black stiletto slippers and had her jet-black hair piled on her head in a formal hairdo. She was just twenty and had only worked there for a few months. She began parroting her message. 'Miss de la Roque, the limousine is here to take you to the church ...' her voice trailed off as she took in the scene in the room. With Jack's confusion, Louise was in complete command. 'What is your name, cherie?' she asked imperiously. 'Conchita Ruiz,' the girl said timidly. 'Well, Conchita, we need your help. As you can see, Monsieur Grierson is in a state of sexual agitation,' she spoke sharply, but now her tone softened. 'Come here, cherie.' Conchita came to Louise meekly. She was quite small and the countess towered over her. Louise noted that she had the top two buttons of her uniform undone, displaying a nice cleavage between pert, firm-looking breasts. The girl was quite attractive really, in a low, peasant kind of way and quite pale for a latina. 'Well, Conchita, I will give you three hundred dollars to suck off Monsieur Grierson,' said Louise in a businesslike tone. 'We really need to get to the church and he obviously cannot come in this state.' 'Oh, madame,' said Conchita, her eyes opening wide with shock. 'I could not do that! I am good girl ...' 'Oh, I know, I know,' said Louise, her voice growing sharp again. 'I am sure you are very good. But right now I need you to do as I say. And quickly!' Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 07 'Oh, madame, please, you must ...' Conchita faltered. 'Silence, girl!' Louise's voice was like a whiplash and Conchita was terrified. The job at the Griersons paid well and the three hundred dollars was a huge sum to her. She did not want to lose her job! She could not bear to go back to being a waitress for that pig of a Felipe, who was always groping her. And to keep that horrible job, she had to sleep with Felipe's repulsive son, Ernesto. So Conchita did not attempt to leave the room. She just looked at Louise mesmerized, like a rabbit before a snake. Louise quickly unfastened two more buttons on the blouse of Conchita's uniform. She was pleased to see that the girl wore a strapless black brassiere with a front closure between the cups. There were small red hearts tattooed above each breast. Louise snapped the bra open and stripped it off, revealing a pair of small, firm tits with pointed nipples that puckered on their sudden contact with air. Louise expertly kneaded the breasts and raked the nipples her with forefinger nail to harden them. Conchita gasped. 'Now, kneel, girl,' Louise commanded. Conchita obediently kneeled in front of Jack. Up close, she recoiled from the huge organ. 'Madame, I cannot ...' she began, hesitantly. Louise did not respond, but Jack did. He took her head in both hands and guided her lips to the head of his swollen manhood. She opened her mouth a little and Jack pushed the tip of his penis head into her rosy lips. Her lipstick was certainly not kiss-proof and smeared on his cockhead. 'Come on, girl. Come on, girl,' Jack whispered, rocking back and forth, pushing more and more of his cockhead into her mouth. Her red lips made a tight circle around his tip, so tight in fact, that his foreskin slipped back. Finally, he held her head firmly and pushed a little harder. She gagged and spluttered on his huge cockhead. But after a few moments, she regimented her breathing and inhaled the intense maleness of his weeping pre-ejaculate. He let her tongue his cockhead and get used to size of him. She began to gently fellate his cockhead with her lips and suck on him as she took in a little. On her knees, with the bride and the mother of the bride looking on, Conchita began to grow excited. Jack tilted her head to align her mouth with her throat and began pushing again, deeper and deeper. This was more than Conchita had bargained for. Her hands came up to grip his wrists, attempting to dislodge them. She mewed and twisted her head. But Jack kept fucking her mouth rhythmically and pushing more and more of his enormous cock into her. Finally his cockhead lodged itself at the base of her throat. She felt an intense choking sensation and her mewing was muted by his cock. Her eyes and nose watered. Jack reveled in the feeling of her hard nipples and firm breasts against his thighs. He looked over at Isabelle and Louise. Isabelle's eyes were warm and lustful. 'Give it to her!' she mouthed behind her mother's back. Louise was stern and forbidding. But were her nipples hardening under the thin silk halter top of her gown? Jack sped up, but maintained his deep penetration of Conchita's mouth. As she squirmed and twisted, her lips and tongue tightly massaged his organ. Her mewing and gagging also stoked his excitement. He continuously whispered to her, 'Come on, girl. Suck it, girl.' Finally he felt the jism rising and said with a groan, 'Now swallow it, girl!' He began to come, his hips jerking spasmodically, fucking her mouth as he ejaculated wave after wave of semen. She swallowed some, but then several gouts dribbled down her chin onto her naked breasts and her blouse. As he felt his last blast emerging, Jack withdrew from her mouth sprayed her face and hair with the viscous, milky fluid. She leaned on his legs, panting and struggling for breath. Louise did not waste time. 'Isabelle, go to the limo,' she said, briskly. She strode over to Jack, withdrew his wallet from his tuxedo pants pooled on the floor and counted out three hundred dollars. She helped Conchita to her feet and steadied her as she teetered on her stiletto heels.. 'Here is your money, cherie,' she said, sweetly. 'You are a good girl. You did well.' She swept from the room, following Isabelle. Jack was already back in the bathroom, getting cleaned up. Conchita tottered over to the bureau and examined herself in the mirror. Her carefully done makeup was a mess – her red lipstick had smeared around her lips and her mascara had run. The front of her uniform was open and her nipples were hard and pointed. Her face, breasts and the front of her uniform were covered with Jack's semen. There were sparkling globules all over her hair. The intense musky scent of his manhood was very pungent, but not unpleasant. She became aware of her own arousal – her cunt was soaked and her panties were soggy. She buttoned herself up, picked up her brassiere from the floor and made her way unsteadily to the maid's station. Once there, she locked herself in the bathroom and stripped off her panties. Her finger found her clitoris and she leaned on the sink as an orgasm engulfed her very quickly. Just as she was doubled over the sink, gasping and wafting on the waves of her orgasm, there was sharp rap on the door. 'Conchita!' came the sharp voice of Senora Martinez, the housekeeper. 'Come on out! We have a thousand things to do before the reception starts in a few hours.' 'Coming, senora,' said Conchita weakly, as she snapped on her brassiere and adjusted it around her breasts. Her panties were much too wet to put on – she wadded them in toilet paper and stuffed them in a pocket of her apron. Jack was seated between Louise and Isabelle in the limo, rolling towards the church within ten minutes. Louise's legs were crossed and one leg was exposed to the upper thigh by the slit in her gown. Jack patted her red garter. 'Thank you, Countess,' he said, simply. She looked at him contemptuously without replying. But through the thin silk of her gown, he could see that her nipples were still hard. When Louise looked out the window, Isabelle leaned over and whispered in Jack's ear, 'She hates you, but she really wants your big cock in her! She loved the way you handled Conchita. You just need to be firm with my mother!' Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 08 Jack Grierson was seated at the gate, his hand possessively on the distended belly of his heavily pregnant daughter, Isabelle. She was barely a week from her due date. Unbeknownst to his son and wife, the child she was carrying was his, the product of their hectic affair. They both found this liaison to be intensely exciting as well as sexually fulfilling. "She's kicking your hand," murmured Isabelle. "She knows her father's hand." Jack responded, "Uh-huh", but his restless eyes roamed over the throng, always looking, always evaluating every female within eyeshot. He had the instincts of a sexual hunter, looking for a woman who would respond to his signals and with whom he could share a mutually satisfying climax. For Jack prided himself on his ability to give his sexual partners mind-numbing orgasms. But no one caught his fancy and he was beginning to grow disappointed. Isabelle followed his gaze and knew exactly what he was thinking. She was not jealous -- in fact she gloried in Jack's many sexual conquests and even helped him on occasion. "Don't worry, darling," she breathed in his ear. "I'll suck you off in the aircraft restroom once we are airborne." He nodded absently, but kept looking. Then he saw a woman with curly blonde hair approach the counter at the gate. Even from the rear, she looked very familiar and he felt a twinge between his legs. The blonde curls were lustrous, and voluptuous if slightly over-ripe figure was probably on the wrong side of thirty-five. Her black-and-white checked skirt was short and a bit too tight, clearly outlining her panty-line. Just then she leaned forward to pull something out of her case to show the gate agent, revealing the snap-on garters at the tops of her black stockings. Completing her gate check, she turned around to come and get a seat. Jack glanced over at Isabelle with a triumphant smile and she responded by squeezing his hand. It was Trixie Ann Peters. "Go get her, tiger," said Isabelle in a low voice. She had not seen them yet, and Jack's experienced eye took everything in within an instant. Her white chiffon blouse was open perhaps a button too many, revealing the lacy bow at the bridge of her black bra. It was also translucent, clearly displaying the outlines of the bra with its white lace trim. Her blue eyes were clear and bright, and her tight cleavage suggested that her full breasts were firm. "She's mine," said Jack to Isabelle. "Be careful, Jack," Isabelle returned. She passed her hand over her ripe belly and squeezed his hand. "Remember, Carmen is picking us up at the airport. And it's only an hour flight." "Yes, but we still have forty minutes till boarding," Jack said self-assuredly. "I'll find a way. All I know if that I'm going to fuck her." Isabelle rolled her eyes. ______ Trixie Ann seated herself a bit of distance away. It was a few minutes before her attention was drawn to Jack's aggressive gray eyes staring at her from down the facing row of seats. He made no attempt to disguise his interest and boldly stared at her cleavage and breasts. She had not seen him for over eight months, but he was as athletic, well built and attractive as she remembered. And she had spent a long day pitching her company's line of software products to unresponsive, unattractive male buyers. Let me give him something to stare at, she thought on a whim. She deliberately leaned forward, pretending to draw something out of her handbag and gave him an eyeful of her bra. She looked up and their eyes met. His look was challenging and she looked away quickly. But she could not resist and a few moments later, she sneaked a look back at him. He was still staring at her. Then he stood and walked over to her. She held her breath. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I heard you had our baby. When was he born?" "A month ago," she said, keeping her voice down. His aggressive certitude made her nervous. It kept her from saying what she really wanted to say -- that she was infuriated at his ignoring her throughout her pregnancy. "You look great, Trixie Ann. You want to fuck?" She blushed furiously, and stood up, taking her big handbag with her. She brushed past him and walked towards the bookstore, just to get away from him. He followed her, keeping just far enough behind so that no one else recognized his intent. But when she entered the bookstore, he trailed her in. She ducked behind the rack of bestsellers, hoping that he had not seen her. It was a bad move -- she was screened from the rest of the store and as soon as she realized she was alone, she found herself face to face with him. He smiled. "Frightened?" he asked in a low tone. She did not reply, but turned to go and was shocked when his arms went around her waist holding her tight to him. He rotated his hips, grinding his huge erection against her round butt. She felt his heat through their clothing. "Let me go, or I'll scream," she whispered desperately. "No you won't," he said confidently. "I love your butt and I know you want my cock. Does your husband make you cum?" "I love him," she said, her whisper now frantic. "I bet your husband hasn't given you an orgasm in months," he said, a taunting tone coming into his voice. "Maybe not in years!" "I don't care!" she hissed. "I'm happily married! I love my children!" Jack ignored her. "I can make you cum three times in twenty minutes," he said, nibbling on her ear. "You know that, don't you?" His hands went up and without further ado he cupped her full breasts, kneading them roughly through her blouse and bra. She struggled, but he was immensely strong and his grip was firm. In a panic, she realized that her body was letting her down -- her nipples quickly hardened. He did not leave her in doubt. "Your tits are hard, Trixie Ann," he whispered hotly into her ear. "I bet your panties are getting wet. I could give you an orgasm right here." "No, no, ..., oh, no," her voice was low, but distressed. She was beginning to despair. Then to her horror, one of his hands slipped off her breast and went up her short skirt. He kneaded her crotch, massaging her thong panties into her cunt, and she realized she was sopping wet. His voice was mocking and triumphant. "You haven't been this wet since the last time I fucked you," he murmured. "Let's see how long you can last!" With that his fingers began to roughly manipulate her clitoris. She began to grow distracted and less aware of her surroundings as she felt heat descend into her loins. She still continued to whisper, "No, no, no, my God, no, no ...," but it no longer had any meaning. Jack was right -- her husband, Alan, was a good man but he could no more give her an orgasm than he could fly to the moon. Her last orgasm had been with Jack, but it was so many months ago that she had forgotten how it felt. So when her climax suddenly engulfed her, initially she did not even recognize what it was. Her thighs tightened around his hand and her body jerked spasmodically in his grip. She put her hand over her mouth to gag herself as she mewed low, in the back of her throat. Her knees grew weak as the waves of her orgasm subsided, and she sagged against him. He continued to knead her breasts with one hand and pushed the fingers of his other hand into her mouth, making her taste her own musky vaginal secretions. "Take your thong off," he whispered urgently. "Right here?" she was incredulous, coming off her orgasmic high and realizing the public nature of her situation. "You are soaking wet," he said quietly. She realized he had released her. She took her chance and quickly walked away. As she walked, she realized the truth of his statement. Her vaginal fluids were leaking down her thighs and had already wet her garters and the tops of her black stockings. She saw the sign for the ladies room and hastily walked over, uncomfortable in her wet panties. She did not look around, but went in hurriedly and entered a stall. She felt herself pushed forward and squealed. He had followed her in! He locked the stall door behind them and hiked her short skirt up around her waist. "I'll really scream!" she said, wildly. "No you won't," he said. "You want me to fuck you. You want me to make you cum again." He took a handful of her shiny blonde curls and twisted her head. "Don't you?" "No, no, ...," she remonstrated. He stopped. "No?" he asked. His free hand cupped her crotch again and he fingered her engorged clitoris. He knew her body better than she did herself and every time her breathing quickened, he stopped. "Please, ... please," she whispered. "Please what?" he asked roughly. "Please don't stop." "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes, ... yes," she said, her words almost inaudible. "I can't hear you," he said. "Yes, yes, yes," she said, raising her voice. "My God, what have you done to me?" His response was immediate. He stripped down her soaking panties till they were entangled around her ankles. She stepped out of them to free her legs and he immediately bent her forward, his hand going over her face and clamping over her mouth. The next thing she felt was his huge cock. She had felt it through their clothes in the bookstore, but the reality of his entry was something else. She had forgotten how huge he was! She had been very diligent with her Kegel exercises, so her vagina had regained its pre-natal tautness. However, her husband Alan was a worrier and had still not re-initiated sex. Her underused cunt was so tight around his enormous cock that in spite of her wetness, she stripped back his foreskin. She screamed as she felt his manhood penetrate her, sinking deep even through her innermost gate. His hand on her mouth stifled her screams and he began to piston her in a hard and driving rhythm. Her muffled squeals rose and fell, as he drove her higher and higher. She came, much harder this time, her contractions wild and uncontrolled. He did not stop fucking her. He continued through her orgasm and almost immediately she began to rise on another one. True to his word, he made her cum yet again. Her third orgasm was even harder. Her eyes and nose were watering, there was thin trace of drool from her mouth and she was soaked through with sweat. As her contractions continued, he finally exploded, pumping a massive load of semen into her through three jackhammer thrusts. He pulled her upright and turned her around. Now he kissed her forcefully, his tongue probing her mouth possessively. She mewed anew and her arms went around him, as much to hold herself up as from passion. Her knees felt too weak to support her. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her bra cups. He bit her aureoles, and then the upper and lower swells of her breasts, leaving angry red marks that he knew would flower into colorful bruises. Just a month after the birth of their child, she was still lactating. The heavy contractions accompanying her orgasms had breast milk leaking out of her nipples. He greedily suckled first one hardened nipple and then the other. He kneaded each breast as he sucked, drawing forth a steady stream of sweet mother's milk. She ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled on her. The act of feeding him her milk was erotic for both of them and she found herself gasping again with pleasure. "Give me your office contacts," Jack whispered, when he had finally drained both her breasts. "I want to fuck you again." One arm still around him, she reached into her handbag and pulled out her card case. She gave it to him. He took a card and put the case back. He reached down, took her soaking panties and put them in his pocket. Then he opened the stall door and let her lean on him as he led her to the sink. They both heard the sharp intake of breath and froze. Jack looked up and saw a cute, young, dark-haired stewardess standing by the door. "OMG, that was incredible!" she said breathlessly. "I wish someone would fuck me like that!" Jack left Trixie Ann leaning on the sink and walked to the door. As he approached the stewardess, he saw that her eyes were riveted on his crotch, where his softening manhood still made a big bulge in his pants. "Right now is not a good time," he said, stopping by her speaking into her ear in a low tone. "But give me a call and I'll make you cum harder than you ever have before." He drew a card from his wallet. She automatically put her hand out to take it, but Jack evaded her. He undid the top button of her blouse and slid his card into her bra, feeling her firm breast as he did so. Then he left them and went to men's room to clean up. ______ Thirty minutes later they were all on board the flight. Trixie Ann was still trembling when she entered. Jack was already in an aisle seat in first class. As she passed him, taking pains to avoid making eye contact, his hand shot up her short skirt again, and he sank one finger deep into her bare cunt. Then it was back in his lap again, the whole incident so quick that no one but the two of them saw it. Jack put his finger in his mouth and licked it appreciatively. Isabelle shook her head. "I told you I would fuck her," said Jack. "She was as good as the first time. And I'm going to fuck her again soon. And I'm going to make her pregnant again." Isabelle changed the subject and she was soon chattering to him about how their baby kicked and kept her awake at night. "I can't wait for the delivery," she said. "I really miss you really fucking me. Your fingers and tongue are good, but there's really no substitute for your cock." The stewardess interrupted them, leaning over them with a tray of drinks. Jack looked up to see the stewardess from the ladies room. Their eyes met. She saw his question and he saw her unspoken response. He put his hand up her skirt under the concealing tray and felt her thick nether lips through her panties. "No, thank you," he said. "The flight's too short." She rotated her hips once as she turned away, tightening her thighs around his invading hand and went on to the next row. "Jack, you are impossible," Isabelle whispered in his ear. ______ Jack and Isabelle walked around the baggage carousel. Her heavy pregnancy slowed her down and she was happy to sit on a bench while Jack collected their luggage. He spotted Trixie Ann immediately. She got her small overnight suitcase off the carousel and was almost immediately engulfed by her eighteen-year-old daughter Judy. Her balding husband, Alan stood behind them diffidently, waiting till mother and daughter were done kissing and hugging. Then he came up to her and gave her a peck on the cheek. She smiled at the two of them happily. Jack felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Carmen, sleek, expensively dressed and perfectly groomed and turned out as usual. She kissed him warmly on the mouth and he kissed her back. But when he tried to put his fingers in her hair, she broke it off and stepped back, saying, "I just paid two hundred dollars for this hairdo, Jack, don't muss it!" "I've just clinched a deal for some software, darling," he said to her. "Let me introduce you to my business associate." He led Carmen over to where Trixie Ann stood with her husband and daughter and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and the smile froze on her face. "Carmen, I'd like to introduce you to Trixie Ann Peters," said Jack, smiling innocently. "I'm going to buy $15,000 of software from her, we just need to ink the deal. Trixie Ann, this is my wife, Carmen." "How do you do?" said Carmen formally, extending her hand. Trixie Ann shook it, still tongue-tied. "Won't you introduce us to your family?" asked Jack, still smiling. "After all the business we've done together, it is such a pleasure to see your happy household." "Alan," Trixie Ann finally faltered. "This is ..." "Jack Grierson," said Jack easily, reaching around and offering Trixie Ann's husband his hand. He shook it firmly, seeing the man's hesitation. "Do you work with Trixie Ann in software sales?" "I'm, ... I'm between jobs right now," said Alan, completely overwhelmed with Jack and Carmen's sleek good looks, obvious wealth and confidence. "Oh, no problem," said Jack. "Trixie Ann is really great at what she does. I really love working her." Alan smiled and gave no indication that he noticed Jack saying "working her" instead of "working with her". This emboldened Jack to put an arm around Trixie Ann's waist and squeeze her buttock behind her back. She was trapped -- she was petrified that Jack would let slip what had transpired in hour ago. She knew she had no panties on and her worst fears were realized when Jack's hand again found its way under the hem of her skirt and a probing finger entered her cunt. "What a beautiful daughter you have," continued Jack, as his finger twisted in the warm grip of her nether lips, soon eliciting a moist vaginal secretion. "Do introduce us." Trixie Ann was past speech. It was all she could do to choke back the gasps of her mounting excitement. Her husband spoke up. "This is Judy," he said politely. "We have two younger sons at home." "Oh, how nice," said Jack. "How old are they?" "Eddie is ten," said Alan. "And we were recently blessed with another boy. Evan was born just a month ago." "My, my, Trixie Ann," said Jack, twisting his fingers in her cunt. "Returning to work so soon! I'm really impressed with your dedication to your company and your career." Judy was a younger, blonder version of her mother, with the tight, hard body of a cheerleader, all rounded hips and pert, firm breasts. She wore a loose vest that did not pretend to cover anything, so her red lacy bra was on display. Her jeans shorts were ripped strategically to show hints of her red thong. She was certainly no "kid". Unlike her father, she instantly sensed her mother's discomfiture. She looked at Jack challengingly, recognizing him as a sexual hunter and potential impregnator. Her look said, "You've scared my mother, but you don't scare me! Let's see what you've got!" Finally, Jack released Trixie Ann from her torment. Withdrawing his hand, he said "Well, give me a call soon, here's my new card. We've got to do more business together! I'd be happy to come round to your house to complete the paperwork on our last deal." Before turning, Jack let his eyes travel over Judy's young body. It was a very brief moment, and no one else caught it. But even in the fraction of a second, Judy felt Jack unfasten her bra with his eyes. So hot was his gaze, she almost felt his lips and teeth on her nipples. After Jack and Carmen left, collecting the heavily pregnant Isabelle, Trixie Ann walked slowly with her family to the parking deck. "What a nice man!" said Alan. "It's great you are getting so much business from him! He wants to come home to finish your last deal! You certainly have him wrapped around your little finger." Trixie Ann said nothing. She knew she was very wet again. Her vaginal fluids were leaking down her thighs to soak the tops of her stockings all over again. She wondered if Alan could hear the squishing of her cunt as she walked. Miserable as she was, she knew she wanted Jack to fuck her again, and the harder, the better. She would have been shocked to know that Judy wanted the same thing. ______ Isabelle cornered Jack as soon as they got home. "You really mustn't terrorize that poor woman," she said, coming straight to the point. "You've got her completely flustered. And I saw you making eyes at her teenage daughter, too." Jack put up his hands. "I just want to make her happy," he said, smiling. "I think you just want to make her cum. Did you?" "Three times," said Jack, smugly. "It could have been four, but I ran out of time. She's a hot thing. I'm sure she's hasn't had an orgasm since the last time I fucked her." Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 08 "And now you want to go after little Lolita too, don't you," said Isabelle, rubbing her huge, pregnant belly. Jack's baby moved restlessly. "You saw how she was dressed," said Jack defensively. "She's no virgin, that one." Isabelle shook her head. "I don't know how you do it, Jack," she said with a giggle. "I almost peed my panties when I saw you stick your finger up Trixie Ann's cunt by the baggage carousel. What with Carmen right there beside you and facing her husband and daughter." "Three more minutes and I could have got her to cum right there in front of her family," said Jack. "She was beginning to lose control when I let her go." "I know," said Isabelle, grinning. "Her poor husband was oblivious, but her hot, young Lolita knew something was up. Then you started on her and got her all hot and bothered." "I just looked at her," protested Jack. "You were fucking her with your eyes, Jack," said Isabelle firmly. "I know you too well. By the time she walked by me, her nipples were so hard, you could see her pokies from across the hall." "She's eighteen," said Jack. "Fair game." ______ Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 09 Jack and Isabelle's baby had been born three months earlier and Martin was a doting "father". Not surprisingly, everyone pointed to how the baby resembled Martin and he was touchingly flattered. However, Jack and Isabelle wanted to celebrate their secret and the day finally came when they were able to find an excuse get out together. Isabelle told Martin -- her husband and Jack's son -- that she had an important exhibition to attend. She carefully picked a day when Martin had an important deadline and when Carmen -- her mother and Jack's wife -- had a ladies' outing. Jack volunteered to drive her and as soon as the Jaguar was out of the long driveway, he put his hand on her thigh and traced upwards under her skirt towards her thong panties. She sighed, saying, "I've missed your crudeness, Jack." "So, is Martin fucking you yet?' "Just once so far," she giggled. "He's so concerned, the poor dear. He thinks I'm delicate. He asked me last week and when I said 'yes', he asked twice more to be sure. Then he was on top of me, three thrusts and he was done. I should have won an Oscar for the fake orgasm I put on. It makes him so happy, poor dear." "Are you sore?" "Jack, it's been three months. I've been doing my Kegels since week two. My vaginal muscle tone is better than ever -- I'm tight as virgin. Even Martin found it hard to get into me and then he cried out how snug I was." "So, not sore?" "With Martin, no. But he's, shall we say, rather less well endowed. But I am sure you will make me sore, and I can't wait!" Jack smiled smugly. They got to the restaurant -- a new French-Japanese fusion one that had received rave reviews -- and Jack gave the keys to the valet. They had a reservation for a secluded booth. Their hostess seated them and as Isabelle settled down, she snuggled up to Jack. "Well, Jack, I think I should tell you that you are being a bastard," she said, coquettishly. "What do you mean?" he asked, slipping a hand on her upper thigh again and tracing it up under her short skirt. He lingered on the rough lace of her stocking garters before proceeding up to her crotch to find her clit through the thin material of her thong. She gasped, and murmured, "Wow! I like that!" "What do you mean about me being a bastard?" he asked, as she snuggled closer to give him better access. "THIS?" He ran his nail over her clit through her thong panties, drawing a sharper gasp from her. Under his ministrations, her thong rapidly grew moist. "God, no," she said, breathing hard. He enjoyed watching her full, young breasts jounce under the thin material of her chiffon top. Engorged with her mother's milk, they were rounder and fuller. Her incipient excitement had accentuated her lactation and it seeped through her thin bra. It had wet the chiffon of her top around the aureoles, making her nipples stand out as clearly outlined pokies. "Then what?" he asked. "You know what I mean," she snorted, gathering her composure with some difficulty. "Its just competition and alpha male stuff for you. You got me pregnant to compete with Martin, your own son. In the same week impregnated Trixie Ann to compete with her loser husband. Did you know she had your baby?" "No," said Jack, nonplussed. "Then three months ago, you made Jillian come in the airport bookstore and then fucked her in the ladies' room. Now that you've got her lusting for more, you don't return her calls. It was all about power." "That's not true," protested Jack. "I did keep my business meeting at her house, bought the first installment of her software for $15,000. Then I fucked her in her study. And her whole family was home." "See? That's my point -- it is all just power, competition and risk with you. You don't care about her at all. But you obviously gave her such mind-blowing sex that she can't get enough of it. Leila told me that she keeps calling you, twice or thrice a day. And now she's pregnant too." Leila was Jack's Oxford-educated executive assistant. She was full-breasted and firm-bodied, with an angelic face. "Jillian calls? Jillian's pregnant?" Jack's surprise was genuine. Leila didn't tell me." "Well, if you would talk to Leila once in a while, instead of just fucking her every day, you would know as much as I do." "I don't fuck Leila everyday," said Jack, irritated. "And I do talk to Leila -- she manages my schedule like a Swiss watch. I wish you wouldn't make me out to be such a satyr." "Mmmmm," Isabelle said, tightening her thighs around his probing hand and wiggling her bottom to increase the effect. "Don't stop being a satyr now." Her breath came in a gulp, as she raised her bottom saying, "For God's sake, strip off my thong." Jack was more than happy to oblige, sucking on one of her nipples through her wet chiffon top and bra as he leaned over. Her milk was warm and sweet, though tinged with the taste of the chiffon. She raised her bottom and he managed to get the thong down over her legs and over her high heels. He put it to his nose and inhaled deeply. The thong was soaked, and her musky, slightly sour secretions were a great turn-on for him. Their waitress was a young college age redhead who stood at a distance uncertainly. Jack did not know how long she had been waiting and watching when noticed her -- not that he cared. He put the thong in his pocket and beckoned her. "Don't mind us, Bethany," he said to her, reading her name embroidered on the breast of her blouse. "We're just celebrating our first child. I'd love a beer -- a Corona in a longneck bottle. And my girlfriend would like glass of Dom Pérignon." The waitress bobbed her head and left quickly. "Now you're making a play for the new weather girl on Channel 5," said Isabelle, her words interspersed with shallow pants. "Suzy Abrego." "I don't know what you are talking about Isabelle," he said, his fingers returning to tease and excite her clit and trace the boundaries of her nether lips. "Don't even try to pretend," she said, her breath coming in sharp intakes again. "Leila tells me everything. She says that Suzy's husband is a millionaire financier and property developer. And he's a big guy too, used to be a linebacker in college. At least he can compete with you. A lot better than Jillian's poor unemployed husband can." "I've not done anything with Suzy," said Jack, guardedly. "She's really keen on her new husband. He's an idiot, though. Doesn't give her nearly enough attention. She was just using me to make him jealous." "That's not what I heard," said Isabelle. The waitress returned with their drinks. As she set them down on the table, Jack could not resist running his free hand up her skirt to get a quick feel of her panties. She gasped, but having seen what he was doing to Isabelle, she lingered for a moment. Encouraged, he pushed further, getting a finger inside her panties and finding that her cunt was shaven and silky smooth. "Can I get you anything else?" she said, her voice breathy. She put a hand on Jack's wrist to push him away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. "Maybe later," smiled Jack, withdrawing his probing hand. She left without another word, but she peeked back over her shoulder and her look spoke volumes. "Suzy would never have let me do anything," continued Jack to Isabelle. "But like I said, her husband's an idiot. I'd taken her out to dinner to discuss the winter season and he showed up under some foolish pretext of having another meeting at the same restaurant. She got really pissed at him and let me kiss her just to get back at him. Of course, I managed to get my hands under her top and on her bra. She's got a great body. Then to make matters worse for himself, he came to our table and tried to give me a prospectus of his new development." "Leila told me that she took off her panties right there in the restaurant and gave them to him, folded in his prospectus." Jack stopped working on her cunt, surprised. "How does she know that?" "Leila has her ways," panted Isabelle. "But there she was, commando with you in the restaurant. I can't believe you stopped with kneading her breasts through her bra. You're not one to stop at first base." Jack resumed teasing her clit again. He took a long pull of his beer with his free hand. Isabelle sipped her champagne delicately, trying to get it down over her breathlessness. "You did to her what you're doing to me, didn't you?" whispered Isabelle hoarsely, after they set their drinks down again. "OK, I did get my hand under her skirt and stick a finger up her cunt," he said stoically. "When she took off her panties, it was just too much of an invitation." "Did you get her wet?" "Yes." Isabelle felt a spasm and as it hit, her thighs suddenly tightened. She could have come then, but she wanted to build up to a more powerful orgasm, so she counted to ten and held on rigidly till the spasm passed. "You gave her a hand job, didn't you?" she breathed after the spasm passed. "Just like now." "Yes." "You made her come didn't you? Right there in the restaurant?" Just saying this, and picturing Jack with his hands up Suzy Abrego's skirt was raising Isabelle's level of excitement. "How hard did she come?" "Not very hard. She came really soon. I'd barely gotten two fingers into her cunt." "Have you fucked her yet?" "Hell no. She's a tough nut to crack." "Aren't you seeing her this week? To try to fuck her?" "Yes," said Jack, increasing the rhythm of his fingers of his fingers again. They picked up their drinks again and this time Jack drained his beer. "Oh Jack," she whispered. "Without you fucking my brains out, I've had to do so much coke!" "You do coke? Where do you get it?" "Like everyone else, Jack. I have a dealer. A big black guy in the city." "You pay him cash?" "I couldn't explain that much missing money to your son," she said, rolling her eyes through her panting breaths. "No, Jack. I just let him fuck me." "But you've been pregnant!" "Jack, I'm French. He fucks me in the ass." Jack was so aghast that he stopped his ministrations. "Don't stop, Jack," she protested. "Honestly, you're as naïve as Martin! I'm not delicate. I've had men fuck me in the ass for since before I was twenty. Did you really think you are the only man I am fucking?" "I thought I was special," said Jack, crestfallen. "Of course you are special -- it was your baby I wanted. But you fuck other women, so you've got to get used to me fucking other men. My black drug dealer, DeShawn, he has a big cock. When he's in my ass, God, it hurts at first." "How big?" asked Jack, slowly resuming his teasing of her clit. "Almost as big as yours," panted Isabelle. "Don't stop now." "Does he make you come?" "Of course! Why would I fuck him otherwise?" Now he picked up the beer bottle ran the lip up her thigh. He used it to trace her wet cunt and then teased her clit. She let out little yelps as the cold glass touched her intimately. Without further warning, he inserted the bottle collar into her, twisting it to create a little friction. Then rather sharply, he pushed the entire long neck of the beer bottle and began to piston her with it, thudding his thumb against her clit with every thrust. She picked up a napkin from the table and bit down hard to stifle her cries, but she was still loud enough to draw the attention of a couple from a few booths down, who stood briefly to see what was going on. Jack and Isabelle ignored them. Within minutes, he drove Isabelle over the edge -- she stuffed the napkin into her mouth to smother her squeals. Her control in delaying her climax was rewarded as she came very hard, the cold glass of the beer bottle stoking rather than tamping her excitement. As Isabelle wound down from her high, she leaned against Jack contentedly, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She had a sheen of sweat all over that made her clothing cling to her. Her thin bra and chiffon top were rendered almost transparent, so the creamy skin of her breasts and her long, hard nipples were plainly visible. Jack set the beer bottle back on the table, the long neck now coated with her womanly secretions. She raised her champagne flute and clinked the bottle before draining the bubbly wine. Then her hand slipped into his lap, tracing his manhood through his pants. "You've earned your reward, you bad boy," she said in a low voice. She proceeded to unzip his fly under the table. Jack had his pants specially tailored, so that he did not need to wear underwear. She began to give him a hand job. He was already semi-tumescent from the attentions he had lavished on her, so she only needed a few fellations to get him fully erect. "Come on, French girl," he said. "French me." "You only have to ask," she purred. Without further ado, her head disappeared below the table and her lips formed a tight seal around his cockhead. It was so sudden, that he had to grip the tabletop tightly to keep from crying out. She now began to fellate him with her mouth, taking more of him in with each dive. He looked down and saw her rosy lips inching towards the base of his cock, leaving traces of her bright red lipstick on his shaft. The woman from the few booths away now passed by their booth, obviously drawn by the sounds of Isabelle's muffled passion. She leaned over, ostensibly to adjust her high-heeled pump. She took a quick glance over. Isabelle was out of sight beneath the tablecloth, so Jack buried one hand in her hair to keep her down. He met the woman's eyes boldly, noting with satisfaction that her male partner had not accompanied her. He managed to keep a straight expression only with great effort. Isabelle was sucking on his cock with gusto, as much to breath as to excite -- she had swallowed almost his almost his whole length and his cockhead was at the base of her throat. It took all of her great expertise to avoid choking. The woman was a slim and tall brunette, probably in her twenties. She wore a short cream knit dress and beige stockings -- Jack noticed her stocking tops and black snap-on garters when her dress rode up as she adjusted her pump. The dress was very tight and it clearly outlined her bra and narrow thong panties. It had a low V-neck, which showed her black choker and emphasized her pert, rounded breasts and her tight cleavage. She straightened and came over to their booth, moving slowly and sinuously and meeting Jack's bold gaze without flinching. "Excuse me," she said in a low, husky voice. "Aren't you Jack Grierson, the CEO of Clement Industries?" "Yes, I am," said Jack pleasantly, recognizing her Russian accent. "Who are you?' "I am Anastasia Olenskaya of the CNBC Social Hour," she said, her tone carrying just the hint of suggestion, but keeping her voice down to avoid her husband hearing. "We are putting together a series on our most colorful business leaders and your name has come up in our meetings more than once. I would love the chance to sit with you and discuss your social life. Your name is linked to so many different beauties, yet you seem to have a stable marriage. And your beautiful daughter, Isabelle de la Roque Grierson, seems to accompany you everywhere, even when you have another woman on your arm." Isabelle tried to rise, but Jack tightened his grip and held her down covering her choking sound with a cough. "If you want to write about my social life," he said in a low tone. "You'll have to become part of my sex life. Then you can write about it firsthand." "I don't understand ..." she began. "Come on now Anya," he said, using the common Russian nickname for Anastasia. "I wasn't born yesterday. You look like a Russian supermodel with great tits and ass, you have no journalism experience and you are already a program head for a major business network. I can do the math." "I do a great job," she said stiffly. "You can see my ratings." "Yes, yes, businessmen love to watch your gossip, since you wear low-cut tops without a bra. And you have enough wardrobe malfunctions to keep them salivating. I know your boss, Stu Bernstein. I know you banged him to get your job." "I don't need to take this," she hissed. But even though her eyes showed her anger, she did not leave. "I think you want the story," said Jack, moving his hips to allow Isabelle to a little breathing room. "Why don't we start right now?" He allowed his free right hand to rest on her knee and then wander up her thigh, slowly. He paused as he reached the hemline of her dress and looked up into her eyes again. She still looked angry, but she stood her ground. He ventured a bit higher, getting under the hem of her dress and reaching the tops of her stockings. He traced a finger over her snap-on garters, first her left and then her right. His left hand was still buried in Isabelle blonde mane and he now began to move her head and his hips, fucking her mouth slowly. Anastasia took half a step closer to give him better access. Now she saw Isabelle's back and rump beside Jack, though her head was buried in his lap and concealed by the tablecloth. Jack's response to Anastasia's encouragement was immediate. From her garters, his fingers quickly traced her inner thighs and reached her thong panties. He began kneading her crotch roughly, but adeptly. She was adroit as well, and rotated her hips, increasing the pressure of his fingers on her clit. He massaged her thong into her cunt. Clearly, the sight of the semi-concealed Isabelle sucking his dick was turning her on, for she grew wet very soon. Jack pulled her thong down and her hands came down to help him. As the thong slid around her ankles he hissed, "Give me the panties." She daintily stepped out of the thong and put it in the top pocket of his jacket. Now when she stepped closer, his hand went straight to her crotch. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to finger fuck her. Her cunt was warm, wet and tight around his digits. Each time he sank them in all the way, he ground his palm around her clit. She was breathing faster and faster. He knew she was close to coming when she leaned over, took his head in her hands and began kissing him aggressively. Their mouths opened and her tongue was quick, hard and moist, all at the same time. Simultaneously, his grip on Isabelle tightened and he began to fuck her mouth harder as he mounted towards his own climax. Just as he felt Anastasia's lower body begin to jerk and her cunt begin to spasm, he let himself go. He still held Isabelle's head as he pumped two enormous gouts of thick, musky jism down her throat. He felt Anastasia rub her firm and pert tits on him and mew into his mouth as she came. The three of them slowly released each other, overcome by lassitude for the moment, as the sexual tension drained out of them. Anastasia leaned on the table to support herself. She leaned forward over Jack to keep her head out of the line of sight of her husband. "Call my secretary," he whispered in Anastasia's ear. "She'll set up an appointment. And give my compliments to your husband." Isabelle emerged from beneath the tablecloth, a thick trail of Jack's semen running from her lips and sparkling globules of it in her blonde hair. The two women locked eyes for a moment, appraising each other coolly. "Well Anya, we should meet," she said, her voice slightly indistinct since her tongue still heavily coated with Jack's thick, viscous ejaculate. "But without Jack in between us." "Perhaps," said Anastasia coldly, pulling down the hemline of her dress. She turned and slowly walked back to rejoin her husband. Her panties in his pocket made her hip-swinging gait even sexier to Jack. As Anastasia disappeared back into her booth with her husband, both Isabelle and Jack finally became aware that Bethany was standing ten paces away, waiting with wide eyes. Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 09 "Can I take your order?" she faltered as she same closer. "What time do you get off, Bethany?" asked Jack. Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 10 "I've never understood what Carmen sees in you," said Reginald St James. "It makes my blood boil, the way you chase every tart and strumpet. I've had you watched, I've given her evidence, but she seems besotted with you. She says she doesn't mind your philandering, and she's never complained to me. But let me tell you, Jack, that if she ever does, I'll break you. I'll throw you back into the gutter where she found you." "I keep her happy, Mr. St James. I've given you two fine grandchildren. And I run your businesses competently -- we make enough money to keep your trusts growing year on year. So you can play your kingmaker games in politics." "That's only because of Laura du Paige, the Executive VP that I hired to run things while you are fucking the interns, the secretaries and any other trollop that comes your way. But for her, you'd bankrupt us. Don't think I don't know about the amount of money to pay your whores to support all your bastards. Your executive assistant, Farah Hojjat reports everything to me. It adds up to a pretty penny." "Believe what you will, sir. I think I'm an active CEO and I'll put my track record of business success up against anyone in the Fortune 500. Let's agree to disagree. Carmen and I have been happily married for over two decades. I hope that one day you will come around to accepting that she is a big girl and can look out for her own best interests." He paused and looked around the crowded reception hall. "But don't let me keep you from enjoying the charity ball. I must get back to my hosting duties." Jack left him with a smile, but inwardly, he was seething. I really want to hurt the guy, he thought. He came upon Carmen working the long punch table, helping an elderly dowager ladle out a drink. His wife was perfectly turned out as usual, in a tight red strapless cocktail dress. The bodice was cut low and the hem was a bit short, almost five inches above the knee. She wore red stockings and strappy pumps with high platform heels that accentuated her height. Her red choker had a heart encrusted with diamonds on it. Jack walked up and stood beside her and she smiled at him. "You look stunning, darling," he said. "Like a high class hooker. I especially like that you don't have a bra on." "You're a bastard, you know that?" she said. "And how do you know? My bodice is ruffled, I could be wearing a strapless one." He reached around her quickly and squeezed a breast, breathing in her ear, "See, I knew it as soon as I saw you, all the way across the room. Your breasts are firm, but I can still tell when you go bra-less." A well-dressed couple in evening clothes came up and they were interrupted as Carmen ladled out punch for them. Isabelle and Martin queued just behind them. Carmen made to get glasses for them, but Isabelle waved them away. "No, no," she said. "I just wanted to see how you were getting on -- and to see if I could make a bet with you to raise some more money for the charity." "What do you mean?" asked Carmen. "I bet you ten thousand dollars that you don't dare take off your panties for the rest of the ball." Carmen colored, but she did not falter. "Why for that kind of money, I'll go to the ladies' right now," she said. "Oh, no, no," said Isabelle. "For that kind of money, you've got to take them off right here." "You must be joking," Carmen said, laughing uncertainly. Then when Isabelle did not join her, she continued, "You're not joking." Isabelle shook her head. "Ok, Miss Smartypants," said Carmen. "Right back at you. I'll double you -- twenty thousand dollars if you take off your panties right here." Isabelle wore a powder blue, halter neck cocktail dress that reached her knees, with matching blue stockings and pumps. She wore a silk-chiffon scarf that was elegantly knotted at her throat. Her dress had a long slit up the right side, so it was relatively easy for her to reach up in the slit and pull her panties down. She let them slide down around her ankles and then bent gracefully to pick them up. She handed them to Carmen with a flourish. "Mrs Smartypants to you," Isabelle said, with a grin. Carmen took the wispy blue silk thong, nonplussed. "Isabelle, really .... ," Martin spluttered. Isabelle ignored him, saying, "Twenty thousand dollars, please." "I'll deposit it in the charity ball account," said Carmen. "In my name," said Isabelle. "In your name," snapped Carmen. "And another ten thousand, since you still have your panties on. In my name." "No way," said Carmen through her teeth. "Mother, don't -- " Martin's shocked expostulation went unnoticed as Carmen had already hiked her dress up and pulled her panties down about her knees. It was done so quickly that they did even get a glimpse of her pubis. "Let me help you," said Jack, bending down and stripping the red satin panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them with a flourish and as she did so, Jack retrieved Isabelle's thong from her hand. He put first Carmen's and then Isabelle's panties to his nose murmuring, "Both you women smell so sweet." "I don't believe this," said Martin, clenching his fists in frustration. "The charity is thirty thousand dollars richer, Martin," said Jack. "How can that be bad?" Isabelle came forward and enveloped Carmen in a hug. She held her tighter than necessary and rubbed her firm breasts on Carmen's. The birth of her love child with Jack was recent enough that she was still lactating and up close, Carmen got the unmistakable smell of breast milk. "You're full of naughty surprises Carmen," she whispered in her ear. "I would never have believed that you would take off your panties in public." "You're the wild one," Carmen whispered back. "The smell of your milk is so exciting!" "I love seeing you excited," whispered Isabelle. "I'd love to suckle you!" She brushed her lips on Carmen's and let her the tip of her tongue dart out and tasted her lipstick. Isabelle's nipples hardened and the smell of breast milk grew stronger as some seeped out into her padded bodice. Carmen felt Isabelle's hardened nipples and her own nipples began to harden in response. She allowed her lips to part just a bit and Isabelle's tongue invaded her mouth. The kiss was over as quickly as it began and Martin could not be sure if he had imagined the whole thing. But they still had their arms around each other. Jack recognized the heat in Isabelle's look and knew that what she wanted from Carmen was a lot more than a kiss. But he was surprised -- and quite turned on -- to see that Carmen was returning Isabelle's look with hooded and glazed eyes, her lips slightly parted. She was clearly enjoying this intimacy. Isabelle was quite happy to hold her mother tight. Out of their sight behind her back, she squeezed her buttocks through her red cocktail dress. "You're so beautiful," Isabelle breathed in Carmen's ear. "Just thinking of you without no panties on is making me wet." Then as Isabelle released her, Jack stepped forward and put a hand on the small of each of their backs. "The two most beautiful women at the ball and both here without panties," he said in a low voice. "It's enough to give me a hard-on." Martin's face grew set and he crossed his arms. He gave his father a disgusted look and said, "Trust you to say something filthy like that." "Filthy is in the eye of the beholder, son," said Jack, knowing Martin hated to be called that. "I enjoy sex and don't care who knows it." "With anything that wears a skirt," hissed Martin, so angry that he didn't care that his mother and wife could hear him. "Thank God Isabelle can't stand you." Jack looked from Isabelle to Martin and back again. "Really?" he said with affected surprise. "She's always been very nice to me. I am so pleased she has joined our family." "Well, she's just being polite to your face. She's told me numerous times that she finds you repulsive." "Is this true, Isabelle?" asked Jack. "Martin, I told you that in confidence," said Isabelle, coloring prettily. "It is really not nice to repeat our private conversations." "Well, it is time he knew the truth!" said Martin. "He thinks he is God's gift to women." Jack's hand behind Isabelle's back drifted lower and he cupped a buttock and squeezed, reveling in its firm roundness under the thin cocktail dress. She moved her hips subtly, but seductively, so that his hand slipped into her butt crack. Jack looked down at Isabelle and said, "I am sorry, my dear. I don't know what I have done to offend you and bring on your dislike. Please tell me, so that I can try to become less repulsive to you." "You ignore me, Jack," she said. "I feel that I am nothing to you, that you don't notice me. That you don't want to spend time with me." "I will change that," said Jack solemnly. "I will try and make time for us to spend time together. And get to know each other." With a great effort, Isabelle managed to keep a straight face. Jack dipped his shoulder and found the hem of her dress and darted his hand up her skirt. He slid it in between her upper thighs and pushed in to get his fingers on her crotch. Driving two fingers into her cunt he said to Martin, "From this day forward, I promise to be nicer to your wife. I will try to give her the attention that she deserves. And in response, I hope she will take me to her breast." Isabelle gasped as Jack's fingers invaded her. She moved her legs slightly apart to give him better access and squeezed her cunt muscles hard. He worked quick circular motions and then ran his forefinger over her clitoris. She gasped again. Her breasts ached and she wished she could have Jack suck on her nipples -- she had suckled him just before the ball began, but she felt heavy with milk again. "Are you ok, darling?" asked Martin taking a step forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. "No, no, it's nothing," she said hastily. "I felt a gnat or some insect on my thigh. But it's gone now." Jack knew exactly how to get Isabelle's motor running and in less than a minute she was very moist. She was having difficulty keeping a normal face, so he stopped moving his fingers and just let them stay there, encased in the warm wetness of her pussy. "The more time you spend with Isabelle, the more chance she will have to see what a beast you are," said Martin spitefully. "She will never like you." "Martin, don't speak to your father like that!" said Carmen sharply. Martin looked sulky and said, "It's all true and you know it." Jack withdrew his fingers from Isabelle's cunt, put them in his mouth and licked them off. "Well Martin, you may be right. I may never get Isabelle to like me. But I intend to try." Seeking to diffuse the situation, Isabelle took Martin's arm saying, "Come on, darling, I can't wait to dance with you commando." Martin allowed himself to be drawn away reluctantly. "Your father was at me again this evening," Jack said, as soon as Martin and Isabelle were out of earshot. "Oh Jack, you've got to learn to ignore him ...," Carmen began. Then she gasped "Oohh!!" Jack's hand went up her behind under her dress and his fingers slipped in between the cheeks of her firm buttocks. "He's always complaining about how I'm no good for you. Maybe I should prove him right!" With that he pushed his middle finger into her ass up to the first knuckle. "OOHH!!" Carmen's gasp was almost a squeal this time, but she put her hand on her mouth to muffle it. "Jack, don't! Someone will see!" "Not if you control yourself sweetie," he said grimly. He pushed deeper, up to the second knuckle. She tried to move away, but he put his other hand under the front of her dress and began kneading her mount. His finger and thumb expertly manipulated her clit and she very rapidly grew wet. "Oh my God, Jack!" she hissed. "This is just crazy!" "You like it, don't you?" "No, no , ..." "Well, you sound like you're getting excited. And your cunt sure feels that way." He rubbed some of the wetness from her cunt on the fingers of his other hand. Then he let his forefinger join his middle finger in invading her ass. Continually lubricating these two fingers with her own womanly secretions, he got both digits two knuckles deep in her ass. She was breathing very hard now and a sheen of sweat began to show on her face. Then another couple came up to ask for some punch. "Do help these nice people, Carmen," said Jack, withdrawing his hand from her cunt and licking his fingers. At the same time he rocked his two fingers in her ass back and forth. She smiled at the couple weakly, ladled out two cups of punch, and with great effort managed to avoid spilling any. "Are you OK?" asked the woman as she took the cup. "Yes, yes," said Carmen, through little pants. "I ran up to get here and I'm a little out of breath." "Alright then," the woman said uncertainly. The couple departed, but the woman looked back over her shoulder a few times with a worried look. "Jack, really, you've got to stop ..." But he continued to rock his fingers back and forth and the flow of juices from her cunt increased. He used his third finger to continually lubricate his probing digits. "Why?" he asked. She was getting too excited to think coherently and could not think of a reason. Then her father came up on the other side of the punch table. She looked at him in dismay, trying to stop panting, but unable to do so. "So good to see you again, Mr. St James," said Jack genially. His left hand was on the punch table, but his right was out of sight behind her back. "Carmen and I were just talking about you." With that he increased the pace of his anal thrusts. She gripped the edge of the punch table with both hands and squeezed hard to try to get her mind off his anal invasion. But her excitement kept rising. A droplet of sweat slipped down the side of her face. "Carmen! Are you OK? You're panting and hot!" her father said. "I'm, ..., I'm fine, dad," she faltered. "I've been running around trying to keep things on ... track ... at the ball. Just a bit out of ... breath. I'll be fine ... in a couple ... of minutes." Then to her horror, she felt the twitching in her cunt and recognized the onset of an orgasm. "Dad, ..., you've got to go, ... I'll see you on the stage ... in a couple ..." "I can't go and leave you like this!" her father exclaimed. "Come with me, Dr. Reynolds is here, you must see him." She could not hold back any longer. Her self-control gave way and she began to come. She put hand over her mouth and tried to disguise her cries and upper body spasms as a fit of coughing. Jack finally withdrew his invading fingers and stepped aside saying, "Just take it easy for a couple of minutes, sweetheart. I'm sure you will be fine when you get your breath back." As the waves of the orgasm began to subside, she leaned on the table and was able to marshal her thoughts. "I don't need Dr. Reynolds, Dad," she said firmly. "I'm fine, just run off my feet. I need to get to the stage and organize the raffle draw. I'll see you there. Jack, handle the punch table for a while till I get someone to relieve you." With that she left them and walked quickly away. "I told you, Mr. St James," said Jack with a smile. "Carmen and I are very happy together." His father shook his head. "I don't believe her for a moment," he said. "She was quite ill right now, that was obvious. And it's equally clear that you don't give a damn about her welfare." He pointed a finger at Jack. "I'm watching you, Jack. If I find that you're hurting her, you'll regret that you were even born." They both watched her swinging ass as she walked across the floor. Just knowing that it was bare under her dress made Jack tumescent. He knew that her feminine juices were leaking down her thighs and wetting her stocking tops and he found this intensely stimulating. He put his hands in his pockets to conceal his growing erection. "Hmmphff!" said Mr. St James, stamping off. __________________ As promised, Carmen had sent someone to relieve Jack at the punch table and he now leaned on the bar with Comte Charles de la Roque, Isabelle's father. The count was a tall, distinguished looking man with a distinctly Gallic air. While he was neither as good-looking nor as athletic as Jack, he had the air of confidence and hauteur that came from titled old money. They were both sipping champagne, looking out on to the crowd at the ball. "There are so many beautiful women here, mon ami," Charles said. "And nowadays the moneyed women dress like whores and make the blood pound in my temples. I know Louise and Carmen are here, but I hope you will give me a few introductions. If what I hear is true, there must be several women here tonight who have been in your bed." "A few, perhaps," admitted Jack. "It would be an interesting experiment, no? If one of them shares my bed, she could compare the two of us." "Imagine that," said Jack. "What do you think of that pair over there at the end of the bar?" "They're much too young," said Jack briefly. "Fresh little hotties like that are too used to getting attention. They are sure to play hard to get and make you work too hard. See, there are already four or five guys talking to them. And even if you manage to get them into bed, they tend to be self-absorbed and that doesn't make for a good fuck." "Well, who'd be the best bedmate at this reception tonight?" asked Charles. "Are you sure you want me to answer that?" "Of course, why would I ask if I didn't?" "You may not like my answer." "Try me." "OK, but don't say I didn't warn you," Jack said, his gaze drifting over towards his choice. "It's Louise, Comtesse de la Roque. Your wife." Charles took a step back, surprised. Then he shook his head. "I had heard that you knew women, Jack. But this makes me wonder." He pronounced it 'Jacques'. "Just look at Louise," said Jack nodding his head towards Charles's wife, away across the large hall. "She's gorgeous -- she was on the cover of Vogue, for Christ's sake. She works out, plays a great game of tennis. And she's got sexual experience. She's got a hot body, but old enough to know that her youth is behind her. So she is beginning to worry and that will make her less self-absorbed -- she'll be great in bed. Can you fault my analysis?" "Great theorizing, Jack," said Charles. "But unfortunately, punctured by the facts. I know Louise. We've been married over twenty years." "The two don't go together," said Jack. "What do you mean?" "Just because you have been married twenty some years, doesn't mean that you know her." "Now you're being ridiculous. I live with Louise. I sleep with Louise. I know her mind and I know her body, both intimately." "OK, let me ask you this. Does she have a tattoo?" "Of course not!" "Well, you're wrong, she does. At least two, in fact. She has a little heart on her right ankle. And a tiny tramp stamp on her butt, a pair of angel wings." Charles stared at Jack for a moment. "How do you know this?" "Because I watch women. The more important question is -- how could you not know this? We were at the beach last weekend, do you even remember what she wore?" Charles tried hard to remember and it showed as his brow furrowed. "A swimsuit?" he said finally, his tone uncertain. "A yellow halter-top, tie-on bikini. The panties were the size of my palm and if her hip ties had been any lower, she would have been arrested for public indecency. When she came out of the water her cunt was perfectly outlined, you could tell that she has a clean-shaven pussy. She got hit by a wave and one of her nipples slipped out for a while." "You must have been staring at her the whole time!" Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 10 "Not particularly. There were a lot of bodacious babes on the beach that day. I just notice women." "So do I," retorted Charles. "I just don't watch Louise any more, I've seen her body for years in every situation. For your information, I did notice Carmen." "What was she wearing?" Charles did not expect the question and floundered. "A bikini," he said uncertainly. "A green one?" "Tan panties with a green and gold lamé embroidered bra. See, I've been married as long as you, but I still notice my wife. And I fuck her regularly and make sure I ring her bells. Do you do that?" "Louise is not that interested in sex," said Charles, taking another glass of champagne from the barman. "How do you know?" "Most times when I initiate foreplay, she refuses me. She's almost always too tired, she has a headache, all the usual excuses. Sex has gotten a bit stale between us. So I have mistresses and casual lovers. I have a high -- how do you say -- sex drive, so I have a lot of them." "When you do have sex with Louise, do you make her come?" "I, ..., I think so," said Charles, considering. "I try to --" "Charles, you've got to get her so hot that she's screaming, moaning and thrashing in the bed. If she has an orgasm, it's got to be one you can see, hear and feel." "Do you get Carmen to do that?" "Of course," said Jack, without conceit. "I don't believe you," said Charles with a sniff. "I've got a recording here on my phone. Here, put on these ear buds." Jack started the video in the middle of him having sex with Carmen. She moaned as Jack pounded her and Charles felt himself becoming hard. It went on much longer than he expected; finally she came. Listening to her piercing screams and watching her thrashing body gave him a raging hard on. He handed back Jack's phone and ear buds in silence. "Well?" asked Jack. "Do you make Louise do that?" "It takes two to tango, Jack," said Charles, shaking his head slowly. "Carmen's a hot number. Louise is just a bit cold." "There is no woman so cold, that she can't be thawed. There's always fire under the ice, Charles." "Talk is cheap, Jack. You are just a lucky stiff who has a dream wife -- a firecracker in bed that lets you play the field. Every time Louise finds out about one of my escapades, she gives the silent treatment for weeks. I bet I could give Carmen to a hard orgasm, just like in your video. And that you couldn't do the same with Louise." "I don't indulge in cheap talk, Charles. Is that a bet?" "Are you serious?" "Of course, I'm serious." "Fifty thousand dollars. Let's begin tonight, at this ball. But there has to be video evidence." "Done," Jack said. "Let's make the bet payable to the Ball charity. I'll even give you a head start. Carmen is hot to trot tonight. I've already got her cunt bare under that cocktail dress. Here are her panties. Smell them." With that, Jack handed him Carmen's red satin panties. Charles took them uncertainly. "OK Jack, but I do feel like I am stealing your money. Louise hates you -- she told me so. You have as much chance of having sex with her as with a nun." A slight note of triumph crept into his voice as he spoke the last sentence. __________________ As it happened, Louise, Baroness de Croissy, Comtesse de la Roque was talking to Carmen, so Jack and Charles approached them together. Louise wore a very tight little black dress with a tie-on halter neck that left her back so bare that there could be no question of her wearing a bra. She had on black stockings and black strappy stiletto slippers. There was a diamond studded choker at her throat. The band had started up a slower number and there were still many couples of the floor. Jack let Charles bow to Carmen and invite her to dance in his classic European style. Carmen assented with a smile and Louise and Jack were left together. "Well, Jack," said Louise frostily. "I suppose it is only polite for us to wait here for Carmen and Charles to finish this dance and return." "We could join them on the dance floor. That would make the time pass a lot quicker." "I don't want you pawing me, Jack. I know what you want. I'm not one of your whores." "Oh come now, Louise. Don't be calling your daughter names." This stumped her and she fumed for a few moments. They both watched Charles and Carmen on the floor. He was an excellent dancer and clearly used it as part of his seduction routine. Without being obvious, he got his thigh in Carmen's crotch. His hands roamed over her back and buttocks and several times, gently at first, but then with increasing insistence. He managed to get her breasts tight on his chest. His moves were fluid and Carmen was clearly enjoying being led through the dance. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were bright. Jack knew the signs -- she was definitely getting horny again. Her sex life with Jack had gotten her used to having multiple orgasms -- she almost always had more than one orgasm when Jack fucked her. So the encounter with Isabelle and the finger driven orgasm with Jack had only whetted her appetite. It did not take much to get her hot again. "Looks like your husband and my wife are making out on the dance floor," Jack commented. "Charles is always chasing women," said Louise, irritably. "That is one thing that the two of you have in common." "Why don't we go out and do the same?" "With any man in the room but you, Jack!" she snapped. Jack grinned at her. "You know, I think Charles may be right." "What do you mean?" "He said that you are frigid, boring bitch. I think you are so uptight that you wouldn't dare do anything wild." "You are entitled to your opinion, Jack. What you think doesn't matter to me in the least." Jack reached into his pocket, drew out Isabelle's blue silk thong panties and handed them to Louise. She was too surprised to refuse them. "Is this some kind of sick joke, Jack?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Those are Isabelle's panties. She took them off right here on the floor of the hall. So did Carmen. They bet each other and both won -- the charity is thirty thousand dollars richer for it. You wouldn't dare do something like that. Not even for a good cause." "I am not boring!" she hissed. "And I am not frigid! When I want, I can make a man think he has died and gone to heaven. Le petit morte, as we say in French. But it has to be a man that I want." "What's wrong with me?" Louise looked at Jack contemptuously. "You are just a rutting peasant. Your brand of -- how do you say -- 'slam-bam, thank you ma'am' does not excite me. For all his philandering, at least Charles is a classy gentleman who treats me like a lady." "So long as that does not require making you cum," said Jack with utmost casualness. Louise rounded on him. "Who told you that?" "Charles just did, when he said you are frigid." "Bastard," she said under her breath, all but stamping her foot. "You can prove him wrong right now." Louise was too angry to respond. She continued to follow her husband and Carmen on the dance floor. Charles had her bent over so far back that her head was only feet from the floor. The move pulled down the ruffled bodice of her cocktail dress that had no straps to hold it up. It slid down an inch and both her nipples threatened to pop out. Charles held her up with one hand behind her neck and another on her rump. His nose was between her nearly uncovered breasts and he kissed her cleavage, letting his tongue dart out to tease the firm globes. "You are an incredibly sexy woman, Carmen," he murmured, re-playing in his mind's eye the video of her thrashing in the throes of an orgasm. He pulled her upright and right into his arms, with his leg placed strategically so that her crotch was jammed against his thigh. He used his hand on her rump to hold her tightly against him as he leaned forward on that leg, pushing even harder into her crotch. He could now feel her vulva through her thin skirt and confirmed to himself that she wore no panties. He ground his thigh up and down to the music, kissing the side of her throat. He could hear her breathing getting shallower and now her clitoris grew so distended that he could feel it too. "I'll give you my panties," said Louise to Jack, her face hardening as she watched them. "I'll make it easier for you," said Jack. "I'll just take them." He reached up her skirt from behind, covering his actions with his body. She twisted away, but his other arm went around her waist and held her to him. He made a few slow moves with his hips, giving the impression that they were dancing. His probing hand gripped her buttocks tightly before his fingers found the high waistband of her panties. He pulled them down with practiced adroitness. He let them slip down her legs to her ankles and bent down quickly. She had no option but to lift her feet one at a time and let him retrieve her panties. He put them to his nose and then into his pocket. "You are making a scene, Jack! Let me go," Louise kept her voice low, but her tone was sharp. "We're two of a kind, Louise. Let me help you." "You can do nothing for me, you filthy dog. Just let me go." "Isabelle says she tells you everything. Didn't she tell you know how hard I make her come? And how many times? Just admit she's hot and you're frigid and I will let you go and not touch you again." Louise ceased struggling, but her body was stiff in his arms. She did not respond immediately. "I am not frigid," she repeated. "I am a mature and experienced woman. But I do not respond well to cavemen who just want to stick their cocks in my cunt." "OK, tell me what you want. And I will give it to you." The music stopped and Carmen spoke into Charles's ear. They returned to where Jack and Louise were standing. Jack could see that Carmen was very excited. Her nipples were engorged and made very obvious indentations in the bodice of her dress, even through the ruffles. Her expression was wanton. When they got closer, he caught the faint, suggestive smell of her womanly secretions that he knew so well. He was sure that she was leaking down her thighs again. Louise recognized the signs too, though not as acutely as Jack. "Jack, someone needs to go back our house and make sure the caterers have set up for the after party," said Carmen. "I'll do it," said Jack, easily. "I'll come with you," put in Louise. Jack looked at her sharply. ""I'll stay here with you Carmen," said Charles. "I'll help you with winding up the ball." "Oh, there's no need for that," came a voice from behind them. It was Isabelle, who had come up unnoticed. "Papa, you can go to the house with Mama and Jack. I will stay here with Carmen and help her finish up. I know all the people here and you don't." "But -- " began Charles. Before he could go on, Isabelle took Carmen by the arm and they walked off. Carmen threw Charles a parting wave over her shoulder. "Well," said Jack, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'll call Henry to bring the limo around to the front portico." __________________ Jack motioned for Charles to enter the limo first and then handed Louise in. He got in last and as he settled himself in the plush cushions, Henry closed the door. He went around to the driver's side and they moved off, smoothly merging into the nighttime traffic. In just a few moments, Jack's phone buzzed, indicating an incoming text. He pulled it out and tapped the screen to open the message. It was a photograph of the dark-haired stewardess that had been in the airport ladies' room when he fucked Trixie Ann Peters. She was in her uniform, but her was jacket wide open and her blouse was unbuttoned down to the waist. Her uniform scarf was tightly knotted around her throat. She had pulled down the cups of her black lacy bra and had a hand under each of her firm, young breasts, holding them together to form a tight cleavage. He recognized his business card in her cleavage, exactly as he had placed it in the ladies' room. Her nipples were hard and she had a red-painted fingernail scraping each one. "I'm still waiting for you to make me scream like that woman I heard you fucking. I'm in town tonight. Call me! Scarlett." read the text across the bottom. Jack looked over at Louise and Charles and saw that they were both looking straight ahead and not talking to each other. The fool, thought Jack. He should be all over Louise, now that he's struck out with Carmen for the moment. Otherwise he's going to be jerking himself off tonight. He put his hand on Louise's thigh, unseen in the dark limo. She looked at him sharply and he showed her the screen of his smartphone, shading it with his hand so only the two of them could see it. She gasped involuntarily, but read the text carefully. "Quoi de sur le smartphone, Louise ma cherie?" Charles asked in French. (What's on the smartphone, Louise my dear?) Too little, too late, you bastard, thought Jack. "None of your business," she snapped in English, without taking her eyes from the screen. Jack saw he had a winning hand and moved to push his advantage. He put one of his phone's wireless earbuds in her right ear -- the other was already in his own left ear. Tapping the phone's video player, he scrolled till he found the one he wanted, cued it up and hit play. It was his suite at the Hilton and they saw Jack propelling Trixie Ann Peters in. [Trixie Ann put her files and leather sling purse on the dressing table. Before she could turn to face him, Jack reached around her and quickly unbuttoned the three large buttons of her jacket. Her brassiere was still pulled down from his mauling in the elevator. Looking in the mirror, he could see her magnificent breasts straining and pushed up by the undergirding red bra. He cupped one in each hand, kneading quickly and adroitly. He worked his way around the supple melons in ever-diminishing circles, until he reached her sensitive nipples and tweaked them again, this time working on them at length. She started to protest, saying, "Wait, wait, ..." "Please," Louise heard Trixie Ann say in a shaky voice. "Not here. Let's go to the bed." Then Louise heard her cry of "OH!!" as Jack held her down by the back of her neck, rocking back and pushing hard, sinking most of his enormous length into her. Louise's eyes were riveted on Trixie Ann as her whole body quivered with the invasion of his huge dick. She watched Jack draw back a few inches and thrust hard into Trixie Ann again, the thrust lifting her off her feet and dangling her heels in mid-air until he drew back. Jack took a quick look away from the screen at Louise and saw her set jaw and tensed shoulders. "AAARGH!!" Louise heard Trixie Anne's cry and in the darkness of the limo, her hand caught Jack's wrist. Trixie Anne was breathing hard now and her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose. Jack began to rock gently, drawing more and more lubricating vaginal fluid from her cunt as he whispered: 'What a tight little cunt you have, Trixie Ann. It's really turning me on. You are a great fuck, really great. Just rock into me, baby. Slowly, easy does it.' Trixie Ann's frenzied cries grew louder as her excitement continued to rise: "Oh, God! Oh my God! Don't stop! JUST DO IT! DO IT! JUST FUCK ME!" By now her vaginal fluid was flowing so copiously that she began to drip on to the carpet between her legs. His last three inches sank into her and his mount struck her soft, thick cunt lips with a wet smack. She screamed. He remained deeply embedded in her, his hard dick throbbing like a great diesel engine. Then he began to fuck her again, now working up a tempo. Soon he was hammering into her like a piston, slapping her wonderful rounded derriere each time he penetrated her fully. Suddenly she began to come -- she rotated her hips and cried out: "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" over and over again like a litany. Then just as her contractions were winding down, he began fucking her again, quickly rising to a rapid tempo. His mount smacked against her behind with rapidity. Her pulled down jacket pinioned her arms and he held her down with his iron grip on the back of her neck. Every so often his thrust would lift her off her feet. Then he began to slap her buttocks -- sharp, hard slaps that left red welts. The sharpness of the pain brought on another orgasm, almost as hard. She screamed incoherently this time and Jack came with a series of grunts. He pumped gouts of thick, musky semen into her through a series of thrusts. When he gradually withdrew, he held her up, for her legs could barely support her. "My God!" she panted. "MY GOD! I'm in outer space!" Still supporting her, he turned her around and pushed her down to her knees. "You're not done yet," Jack said. "Lick it and suck it, Trixie Ann. Get it up and I'll fuck you once more for dessert."] Jack hit stop on the video. Louise's grip on his wrist tightened and she looked up at him sharply saying, "Why did you do that?" "Qu'est-ce que vous regardez, ma chérie?" asked Charles, a plaintive note in his voice. (What are you looking at, darling?) "I already told you, it's none of your business," Louise snapped. "And speak English! You were using it well enough when you were trying to fuck Carmen just now!" "Louise, ne soyez pas fou!" Charles tried to take her other hand. Louise jerked it away. (Now, Louise, don't be angry!) "If you don't stop pawing me, I'll ask Jack to drop you off and put you in taxi," she said furiously. Charles subsided into his corner of the limo, sulking. "Isabelle told me about your fucking, but it is quite something else to see it," she whispered to Jack, her voice taking on a sultry tone he had not heard before. "You are an animal, a real caveman. No doubt you will make your young stewardess scream. But your rough sex will not excite me." "Why don't you try me? Unless you want to keep busting Charles's balls for trying to fuck my wife." "You have such a filthy mouth." "You love it, don't you?" Jack grinned in the darkness of the limo. Jack had his hand on the thigh of Louise's smooth black stocking just under the hem of her black cocktail dress. He slid it forward, moving towards her inner thigh. She unwound her long Hermès silk scarf and dropped it in her lap, concealing Jack's invading hand from Charles's view. She put her hand on top of his through the scarf with a view of holding him off. But he pushed harder and harder and eventually she could not resist him without making it obvious. He smiled with triumph as his fingers traced the smooth silk of her black stockings up to her snap-on garters. When he explored further, above her stocking tops, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of her inner upper thighs, she put a hand over her mouth and coughed to cover a gasp. Jack leaned over very close and breathed in her ear, "I know I can make you want me." She leaned back into him, with her lips so close that she left a dab of her red lipstick on his earlobe. With the movement, she could not help pressing her right breast into his chest as she whispered, "Try, you bastard!" Just then, Jack's phone buzzed again, indicating another incoming text. He kept his hand ensconced between her warm upper thighs and pulled his phone out with the other. He tapped it to open the text. It was another text from Scarlett, the stewardess. She was wearing the same ensemble as before, except that she had painted her nipples with her bright red lipstick. And she had hiked her uniform skirt up around her waist. She had taken off her panties and now she had one long fingernail scraping her clitoris, which was red and engorged. "I couldn't wait -- I already masturbated and came twice, thinking about you. I'm in the Marriott Downtown, room 1724. Come straight up. Scarlett." The text across the bottom was in bright red letters. Jack ran a finger over the screen, enlarging the picture. As before, he shaded the screen and showed it to Louise. Her Fiancé's Father Ch. 10 She involuntarily ran the tip of her tongue over her lips as she saw the picture and the message. Jack took the opportunity to push his invading hand further up between her legs and this time his fingers reached her bare crotch. He gently probed her vaginal lips. "You were lying," he whispered in her ear. "You're wet." Henry now turned into the long driveway of the Grierson mansion. He pulled up in the portico and came around to open the door. "My husband will be alighting here, Henry," said Louise as he stood back. "Mr. Grierson and I will be going for a short drive." Charles looked at Louise in surprise. "Qu'est-ce qui se passe, ma chérie?" (What's going on, sweetie?) "I told you it is none of your business," Louise said, sharply. "Just leave us now. You can keep pursuing Carmen." Charles looked as though he would refuse, but then he slid over and stepped out of the car in a huff. Henry shut the door and came around to settle himself in the driver's seat again. "Just drive around the back, Henry," said Louise as they began rolling again. "Park in the garage block." Jack had his free arm around her now and kissed the side of her throat, just above her choker. Unconstrained by Charles's presence, he pushed two fingers deeply into Louise's cunt, all the way to their base. She gasped aloud. "I'll make you come in less than a minute, Louise," he whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to fuck you." "What about your stewardess?" she murmured. "She's waited this long. She can wait a bit longer. But I'll give her what she wants." "Vos doigts se sentent si bien dans ma chatte!" breathed Louise. "What was that?" "Your fingers feel so good in my cunt!" Jack finger-fucked her with aggression, but great dexterity. And Louise showed him that she was anything but frigid. She had been holding back so long under Jack's active ministrations that now it was like a dam had broken. Just as Jack had promised, in less than a minute she twisted and bucked as she came, crying out in French. Her contractions were hard and spasmodic, akin to Isabelle's. Like mother, like daughter, thought Jack. Henry parked in front of the garage block, staring ahead stoically. He was used to Jack's sexual romps. Louise lay back in Jack's arms as she wound down from her high. Then she said to Henry, "We'll leave you, now." He came around and opened the door for them to leave the limousine. "Thanks, Henry," said Jack as he came out after Louise. "Drive back to the ball and pick up Mrs. Grierson, my son and his wife." He slipped a twenty into his chauffeur's hand. "Isabelle tells me that you use your summer house for your sexual trysts," Louise said as they watched Henry drive away. "Sometimes. Do you want to go there?" He put his arm around her waist as they walked a path into the woods behind the mansion. "I thought it was you that was lusting for me," she said with a trace of irritation. "I can bide my time, countess. I can leave you now, drive to the Marriott and fuck Scarlett's brains out. She's a lot younger than you." "I'm much better in bed," Louise sniffed. To needle her, he squeezed her buttock through the thin dress. "See what I mean? A crude peasant like you could not appreciate me." They walked on. "Over the centuries, we European aristocratic women have learned to gratify kings and emperors. My Croissy title goes back to my ancestor Marie-Aude Rousseaux, the wife of a gentleman farmer from Normandy. She was a noted beauty and in the late 1200s she caught the eye of Philip IV, the Iron King of France. Of course, her husband gave the king access to their bedchamber. She put on such a performance with her mouth -- she was the only one who could deep throat his enormous length -- that the servants were said to have sold tickets for places in the backstairs galleries. She bore him a son and gave him so much pleasure that he said to her -- 'I will make our son the Baron de Croissy, madame. But in my bedroom, you are a queen!' The king died in her bed -- it was hushed up, of course. Royal blood flows in my veins, won in the bedroom." "Well, your daughter has inherited that skill -- she gives head like no one else. She's an artist when it comes to cock sucking. "Isabelle is a girl. I am a woman." "If you are better than her in bed, then I'll get on my knees and beg you." "I'm waiting," said Louise, smiling in the darkness. They had come up to the summerhouse and Jack opened the door and bowed, elaborately gesturing the way in to the parlor. As she entered, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Charles -- We are in the summerhouse. In the middle of the parlor floor, he went down on his knees in front of her. He put his hands on the hem of her black dress and hiked it up till it was around her waist. He buried his face in her naked crotch, his tongue rapidly tracing the outlines of her thick vulva lips. She gasped at the suddenness of his moves. He kissed her clit lightly and then looked up at her face. "Louise, I am lusting for you. Please, let's fuck." "I'll give you a trial. If I'm satisfied, I may keep you for a while." He came to his feet and his lips found hers. She kissed him back with a passion and skill that gave credence to her words. His hands found the tie of her halter and undid it. Still kissing her, he slid the dress down her body till it pooled around her feet. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her on the bed and undressed himself with speed and efficiency born of long practice. He looked at her as he did so, lying on the bed, her nakedness accentuated by her diamond choker, black gartered stockings and pumps, and her long Hermès scarf double looped around her neck. He got into the bed and mounted her, his right hand finding her pussy to knead it quickly and confirm that she was still wet enough to take him. He moved to position his cockhead at her entrance, but she whispered, "No need, you bastard. I can handle you." He put both his hands in her silky hair and pulled her face to him and kissed her again, long and lingering. She artfully wiggled her hips till his cockhead was positioned and he pushed it into her. She was as tight as his finger fucking had promised. She groaned deep into their kiss. Her groan grew to a squeal as he began pushing his huge cock into her. Deeper and deeper he sank into her, stabbing the last inch of his manhood into her with a sudden push that smacked his mount against hers. Then he lay there on top of her, feeling her hard, bullet-shaped nipples against his chest. He was embedded so deep inside her that his cockhead was embedded in her fornix. She felt the hot bar of his shaft against her cervix. The reality of his huge cock throbbing inside her innermost recesses and pressed against her most erogenous zones was so intense that she barely felt his weight on her. Charles had a big dick and Louise had experienced others, but she had never had anyone as big as Jack before. "Mon Dieu, tu es grand," she panted. (My God, you are big.) He pulled her scarf off and before she knew what he was doing, knotted it on one wrist. He pulled the long scarf through the bars of the heavy headboard and knotted the other end on her other wrist. "What ...?" she gasped. "I'm going to fuck you all night, Louise. Each time I pump my load into your womb, you're going to artfully suck my cock back to erection again. We're both going to remember this night." Louise began pulling at her bonds and discovered that she could not move the headboard. As she realized she was well and truly tied down, Jack began to fuck her. He worked himself into a rhythm, driving gasps, then groans from her. Each time he thrust into her, his cockhead slid past her cervix. He was an impregnator; he felt the slick openness and tenderness of her cervix with his sensitive cockhead. She's ovulating, he thought. The notion of getting Louise pregnant made Jack so hard that it was almost painful. By the time Charles let himself into the open door of the summerhouse, Louise was shrieking with pleasure. He tiptoed to the bedroom door and saw his wife with her wrists tied above her head, covered with sweat, and arching her back as Jack fucked her. She cried out in French, her cultured accent clear even in the throes of her passion. "Baise-moi! .... Oohh!! .... Baise-moi fort! .... OOHH!! .... Ne t'arrête pas! .... OOHH!! .... continuer à me baiser! Je jouis encore!" (Fuck me! .... Oohh!! .... Fuck me hard! .... OOHH!! .... Don't stop! .... OOHH!! .... Keep fucking me! I'm cumming again!) Jack did not understand her French, but recognized some of the words from fucking Isabelle. Charles was just in time to see Louise come a third time as Jack groaned and began come as well. Watching Jack fuck his wife and pump his heavy load into her through a series of jackhammer thrusts, his cock swelled to full erection. "Mon dieu, Jack," she gasped, as she pulled at her bonds, drawing her Hermès scarf into a tight leash. "Now I know what that woman meant, when she said she was in outer space!" "We'll do this again and again tonight, countess. By morning, you'll know what it means to have your brains fucked out." By morning you're going to be pregnant, countess, he thought. Your breasts will be tender and your nipples will stay hard. You'll take the pregnancy test in a couple of days, but it will be a formality. Some time later, Jack straddled Louise's chest and put his softened cock on her face. She opened her mouth and her rosy lips went around his cockhead, forming a tight seal. As she began to suck on him, Charles pulled his cock out of his pants and began to masturbate. __________________ After two drawn-out fuck sessions, both Jack and Louise were exhausted. They lay entwined on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. Louise was still tied down, her wrists bound to the heavy headboard with her long Hermès silk scarf. Jack had tightened the knots after she fell asleep, so her arms were stretched above her head, making her breasts stand out. She still wore her diamond choker and black stockings held in place by her snap-on garters. Her black pumps had been kicked off in the course of their energetic sex. Both of the lovers slept deeply for several hours. Charles remained seated on the floor just outside the door. He had cleaned himself up as best he could with his handkerchief, but somehow could not leave. He spent most of the hours staring at his wife, totally in Jack's thrall. Even in sleep, her expression was feline in its satiation -- like a lioness that has sated her carnal appetite. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he knew he had never fucked Louise like this or given her such intense orgasms. It was almost four in the morning when Charles rose, stiff and cold, to return to the guest suite he shared with Louise in the Grierson mansion. As he did so, he dropped a pen out of his shirt pocket on to the thin carpet of the summerhouse floor. He stooped to pick it up and bumped against an end table, making a slight sound. Jack was instantly awake. He saw the shadow outside the open bedroom door. His night vision had always been excellent and he recognized Charles's silhouette in the moonlight that streamed in through the summerhouse parlor French windows. He had been sleeping with both his arms around Louise, a hand on one of her magnificent breasts. Her face was beautiful in the repose of slumber and was framed by her silky jet-black hair, glowing dark blue in the white moonlight. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, inducing a gentle erotic quiver. He had kissed off most of her lipstick and the rest was on his cock, but her lips were still full and inviting. Jack ran a finger over each of her nipples and kissed her, his tongue pushing open her lips, invading her mouth and searching for a response. Still asleep, she mewed, and her tongue, as delicate as a cat's, sparred with his thicker one. Her nipples quickly hardened in the cool night air and he put his arms around her again, to feel her breasts and nipples against his chest. Charles heard Louise's mewing and stopped in his tracks. He resumed his position at the door, watching as Jack rolled his sleeping wife on her back. Semen from his two copious ejaculations had dried all over her pubis and down her inner thighs to her stocking tops. Charles could see the dull coloration in the moonlight. Jack began to tease Louise's clitoris with his fingers, eliciting a resumption of her vaginal secretions. He gently pushed his fingers into her cunt. In the warmth of her vaginal canal, his semen was still viscous and some dribbled out as he probed and stimulated her. Charles felt his hard on returning, but he could not understand why. "Ce qui se passe? Ooh, qui se sent bien ..." murmured Louise, unsettled but still asleep. (What's going on? Ooh, that feels good ...) John increased the pace of his ministrations on her vulva, and now began to suck and nip at her nipples. She really did have magnificent, natural breasts, full but very firm. He could see where Isabelle got her mammary assets. He was biased in favor of the daughter, but he had to admit that Louise's tits were marginally better. Louise was still half-asleep, unsure whether she was dreaming or not. She arched her back and stretched murmuring, "Mon clitoris se sent des picotements, ne vous arrêtez pas ..." (My clit feels all tingly, don't stop ...) Finally, when Jack began kneading her breasts, she slowly woke and smiled at him. She tried to put her arms around him, but then realized that she was still tied down. "Untie me, Jack," she said sleepily. "I need to get dressed and back to my suite in the mansion." "We've still got a few hours," said Jack. "You look so fuckable that you've got me hard for you again. I want you and I want to make you cum again." "Oh Jack," she said, fully awake now. "I came so many times that I lost count. We can't squeeze a lifetime of lovemaking into one night." "We can try," said Jack. He rolled her over and slid a bolster under her belly, raising her ass up invitingly. As he had said, he was tumescent, and he guided his cockhead to her wet entrance. He pushed into her doggy-style without ceremony. She was only beginning to get moist, but the gooey semen from his prior ejaculations provided plenty of lubrication. He began to fuck her again. "Mon dieu, Jack!" she cried. "You're a machine! A jackhammer!" Even tied down, he found her a willing partner. She rotated her hips adeptly, providing the "screw" in the fuck. The faster he pistoned her, the more rapidly she swiveled. She tossed her head and from side to side, as her excitement mounted crying out in French again, "Oh mon Dieu, je jouis! Encore une fois! .... Oooh!! .... Ne cessez pas de me baiser!" (Oh my God, I'm cumming! Again! ... Oooh!! ... Don't stop fucking me!) Her movements were so coordinated with his that he felt he was in an incredibly intimate sexual dance with her. No matter how excited she got, or how high she climbed towards her orgasm, she never lost control. She was on autopilot, her body following his in perfect harmony. She really can fuck, thought Jack. It took iron will to control himself and hold himself back through the waves of her wild orgasm. He did not let her descend completely, but began fucking her again. They continued to perform like sexual athletes, covered with sweat and matching each other's moves. Her rapidly rotating hips provided incredible friction, giving Jack an amazing ride. He felt he could ride her forever, but her next orgasm came without warning and she clenched him from her fornix down the entire length of her vagina. She squeezed him so hard that he could not resist. He began to come as well, pumping gout after gout of semen into her. Charles had already come, spurting into the wall by his side. He watched Jack and Louise collapse in a twisted heap. "No one has ever fucked me like that, Jack," he heard his wife whisper, breathing heavily. "I've never cum so hard." "You are special, countess," Jack whispered back. "I'm addicted to you already." This time Charles did slink away. He found his way to their guest suite, stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed. He tossed and turned, but he could not sleep. Images of Jack fucking his wife with such intensity crowded his brain and would not leave. He continued to see her tied down, to hear her impassioned cries, every French word and phrase that she squealed burned into his memory. Jack awoke groggily at first light. He rolled on to Louise and eased his morning hard on into her cunt in the missionary position. She awoke to find herself still tied down, with Jack fucking her very slowly and gently. This was a side of Jack she had never seen and she responded in kind, arching her back and rubbing her magnificent breasts on his chest. The hard night had exhausted even Jack's enormous reserves and when she began to come in a tender, long-lasting orgasm, he came as well, but the volume of his ejaculate was minimal. "Ah, ma cherie," she cooed. "You may fuck me as hard as you want, but I will tame you in the end." All Jack could think about was the mass of semen that he had pumped into her. He knew he had bred her and could not wait to see her carrying his baby. __________________ When Louise finally awoke, bright sunshine was streaming into the bedroom. She twisted her body to shake Jack awake. He smiled as he rose. The first thing he did was to kiss her nipples and suck on them, spearing them with his tongue. "Jack! We've got to get back to the house before we are missed. Untie me!" "Sure thing, countess," he said. He untied her. The beautiful Hermès silk scarf was stiff and crackly with the sweat of her nighttime exertions and other dried fluids. He draped it around her neck. She rose and stretched, rubbing her sore wrists to get circulation going again. Her cunt was sore as well, but not unpleasantly so. She felt slightly lightheaded and the whole world around her seemed to be gently moving as though she were on a ship at sea. Donc, c'est ce que l'on ressent à être bien baisée, she thought. (So this is what it feels like to have my brains fucked out.) Rolling out of bed, the first thing she noticed was the profuse flow of Jack's semen that began to leak out of her, making its way with syrupy steadiness down her upper thighs. It ran over the remnants of dried semen already there and got everything sticky again. "Jack, you've put about two hundred million sperm into me," said Louise, fluttering her hands. "You're like a donkey with that huge organ of yours." She put her scarf to her nose and then ran her fingers over her garters. "You've even managed to get semen on my scarf -- it will never get clean, I'll have to give it to that maid, Conchita. And these stockings and garters will have to go into the trash." "Here, clean yourself off," he said, throwing her a hand towel from the nightstand. She caught it and wiped herself off as best she could. Then she found her pumps and slipped them on. "Don't throw the towel at me like that," she sniffed. "I'm not your tennis partner. At least try and act like a gentleman." Going out to the parlor, she found her dress where they had left it on the floor and pulled it on. Still naked, Jack came up behind her and tied on the halter strap behind her neck. "There," he said, reaching around and plumping her breasts to settle them securely in her bodice. "I can be gentlemanly." He pressed his cock against her rounded ass and surprised her by beginning to get hard again. "You would be if you would stop rubbing your cock on my derriere and tweaking my nipples through my bodice." "I can't help it, countess," said Jack with a grin. "You have fabulous tits and an unbelievable ass. I thought they had airbrushed them in that Vogue spread last year, they looked too good to be true. But now I know that they are real."