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Duke

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

Duke Caine arrived home from work at 2:15, ending his workday as a shift chief electrical engineer at Fulton Mine. The mine was only a 10-minute drive away and that allowed him to rise twenty minutes before he was due to clock-in at 6 a.m. He'd attend to ablutions, dress and feed the cat before climbing into his trusty red Holden ute (pickup) he called Gipsy Rose. He'd then have breakfast in the café at work providing he didn't arrive during an electrical emergency.

The thirty-four year old lean Australian with a leathery face from spending too much time in the sun, hiking, kayaking and fishing, gave some attention to Misty his black cat with one green and one brown eye. He checked the crap he'd taken from the mailbox, put a slow roast in the oven and then took his coffee and sat on the front veranda under the corrugated iron roof overhang.

A couple of minutes later he heard the music, female voices actually. The three women never stopped talking and frequently spoke over each other but all three mothers were pretty and in warm weather displayed their tits under their smiles, er partly exposing the flesh, and these were things that appealed to Duke. He was a bachelor and his loneliness was why he regarded their chatter as being musical whereas married guys would call it something like 'the squawking of friggin' hens'.

"Good afternoon ladies," he called cheerily. "Now which one of you shall I have instead of dessert tonight?"

Although he used that line at least once of month they giggled politely and chorused, "Hello Duke."

He liked Gina best. When she talked excitedly she threw her hands about and that make her heavy tits lurched back and forth. Fortunately she had a big ass for counterbalance otherwise the sudden shift of volume mass would have sent the poor woman sprawling. Her kids were Marco and Lisa. She had the boisterous kind of laugh that tickled Duke's spine. Yeah he could really go a few rounds with Gina. She often unnerved him, giving him that quick glance that incorporated that special look women had when on heat.

Debra was always fussing with her blonde hair and she looked interesting with a hand lifted to fiddle that projected her cute 34s forward that currently were increasing in size. She had Melissa at school and was pregnant with either Basil or Wendy. She had a bubbling personality that scored big points with Duke, and probably her husband for that matter, but Gina was out on her own for natural sexiness.

Gretchen was a Hun, who'd arrived in the country as a young teenager and her family settled in Western Australia. She later married a miner and he came here to Thompson to become a senior operations engineer in the gold mining operation. Her boobs were visible, but only just, and she was the intellectual one of the three and whatever she said made the others think, well that was Duke's assessment from the few moments each time they went by each school day.

"Duke has your mail order bride from Russia arrived yet," she joked.

Gina and Debra stopped abruptly and looked at the mother of Pauline and Frederick before looking up at Duke, waiting for the answer.

"I wrote the letter but ran out of stamps," he said. "Could you bring some stamps round tonight, say about 10 o'clock?"

"In your dreams," Gretchen snorted and that didn't end the matter.

Gina said, "I'll bring the stamps. Tell me what you want?"

Duke heard Gretchen or Debra whisper he'd want more than stamps.

The women hovered uncertainly.

Duke said kindly, "Gretchen was only joking Gina. There is no letter but thank you for your offer. It was so neighbourly of you."

The three women giggled and flashed glances at Duke, Gina looking at him the longest. Off they went to wait outside the primary school gates for their children to be released.

Fifteen minutes later they walked by again.

"Hi Mr Caine," came the ragged call and he said hi kids and asked what was the news for that day.

Pauline the oldest kid said, "I received my proficiency certificate for pool lifesaving today."

"Oh great Pauline, well done," Duke said and he heard Gretchen say Pauline hadn't told her that and Pauline said she'd been saving the news for Mr Caine.

Duke jumped off the deck and pulled out a two-dollar coin and handed it across to the smiling 12-year-old.

"You shouldn't, that's spoiling her," Gretchen frowned but she relaxed when Duke grinned and said he knew that.

Gina's boy Marco asked, "How do I stop one of my friends being bashed by a bigger kid?"

"Well it's risky to jump in but you should discuss this with your mother and father. Ask them should you call your friends to jump in together and pull the bigger kid away."

"Why should I ask them when you're the one with the brains?"

"You mum is very intelligent and your father must have had the brains to become the great centre he was when he played rugby league and played for Australia in two games Marco. You are lucky to have such good parents."

"How do you know about my father?" asked the nine-year-old.

"Because he's famous in this parts and there are photos of him and his jersey and player's medals are in a glass case at Mulligan's Pub. That's why I know. Now kids when are get home ask your mum what jobs you can do to help her. Not many kids think of doing that as it will make you special."

The three mums looked at Duke, each with a different expression, all unfathomable.

"Thank you for my two bucks Mr Caine."

"Thank you Pauline. You'll probably be a good swimmer but I expect you may really star as a tennis player. I was helping put in new windows into the tennis club pavilion last Saturday morning and saw you receiving coaching. And then later as your coach sat watching you absolutely cleaned out that older kid who looked very athletic."

"Thank you Mr Caine. I love tennis and find it easier than swimming."

Gretchen clucked, "You are putting ideas into that girl's head."

The kids were already walking off and lowering his voice Duke said, "Gretchen I'm willing to bet you $500 bucks or alternatively if you lose you can clean my house for twelve months that Pauline will be in the junior girl's team for New South Wales Country within months of her turning fourteen. That is if she continues to get the coaching."

"That's bullshit," Debra said.

"Easy Debs," Gina smiled. "Romeo here was a New South Wales schoolboy tennis champion before he became a professional Rugby League player and even these days our club pro is the only one around here who can beat him at tennis."

Gretchen appeared impressed. "I'll see to it Pauline gets all the coaching she needs if that's what she wants Duke."

"You're a great mom," Duke said, and looking at Gina said, "Thanks for your support and oh, great boobs too. Oh Jesus, what am I saying?"

Gina looked at him open mouthed.

Duke blurted, "I was hit by madness Gina. I apologize." He then ran up the steps and into the house, feeling mortified.

The women had progressed three properties along Cullen Street and Duke could still hear them chortling. God what had made him think out aloud?

Later the house phone went. Well at least that meant it wasn't a mine emergency.

"Hi it's Gina."

Duke tensed.

"I've asked the girls not to repeat to anyone what you said about my breasts. I need you to know I'm not offended. In fact it was quite the nicest thing any male apart from Bruce has said to me in years. You're a very lovely guy Duke. Bye."

"Thanks for those reassuring words Gina. Good evening."

Just over a week later the house phone went, causing Duke to mutter, "Jesus two calls in the month. I might have to get a second phone to handle the volume."

"Hello, Duke Caine speaking."

"Hi Duncan."

Duke, the baby of his family, wondered which one was this of his three sisters' kids, although the voice was obviously female.

"Call me Duke. Everyone does."

"Hi Duke, you sound as if you don't know which of your nieces I am?"

"Of course I do?"

"Oh yeah," she giggled.

Duke squirmed. The little bitch had him by the balls. He urged himself to think quickly. This kid was probably nearby and alone, wanting to come and stay. Most of the nieces would be too young to be let loose. So chances were it was the eldest niece...

"You're Angela."

"Oh good boy. I'm actually Angela's best friend Nikki. You did well to guess it might have been Angela.

"It was a lucky guess Nikki."

"I sort of guessed that but I bet it was said on the back of reasoning. So why am I calling?"

Duke wondered why this kid was bothering him. Well he had the time to talk.

"Two possible reasons, either you are short of money or are looking for a bed. My guess is bed."

"Good guess. I'm finding Sydney a bit terrifying as it's not at all like the township near our sheep farm in New Zealand or our servicing town of 10,000 people where I worked. I knew to expect that of course but being unaccompanied I feel more than a little vulnerable. I also expected to walk into a job but that just hasn't happened. If I go home early with my tail down dad will say he'd told me so and my friends will laugh and tease me."

"So you wish to come here to get your second wind before trying again?"

"Yes if I may."

"I'm not living with anyone so there is no chaperone."

"I'm sure you can trust me."

"What?"

"It's a joke Duke. All I can say is if you can't keep your hands off me that will be okay.

"Thanks but my reputation here would take a hit. I'm known as the moral and nice bachelor."

"That's what you believe."

"Yes but based on some evidence."

"Well you can decide to tell me to buzz off, end of problem."

"Yeah good idea but since you are Nikki's best friend and are alone and apprehensive in the Big Smoke of Sydney I guess Nikki and her mom would want me to take some responsibility and your mom too. Look, get to the Sydney Railway Station early tomorrow and buy a ticket on the Countrylink XPT train leaving at 7:10. It will arrive at Orange, all being well, at noon. I'll meet you at Orange. Take my cell phone number and call me if you miss the train or decide to take a later one."

"Okay, give me the number. It will be great seeing you again although you probably don't remember me because you'll be an old man now."

Duke sighed. Kids.

Duke took Misty with him as the cat liked to travel or probably liked being in his company. It was a two-hour drive to Orange and on the way he attempted to work out how old Angela was because Nikki had been in her class at high school so they would be the same age. He eventually gave up, thinking probably nineteen or twenty. He sent everyone money for birthdays and Christmas so had no reason to know how old the kids were. Also if he remembered correctly Nikki was tall and skinny with knocking knees and freckles. So looking like that how could she feel threatened in Sydney? The place was teeming with good-looking broads and even most of the street prostitutes looked okay although were not someone to take home to mother?

Before he'd ended that call with Nikki she said she'd stand on the platform with a newspaper under her arm. She said she was reading a detective romance set in the 1930s in London and that's what the heroine did when waiting on Charing Cross Station for the hero. He suggested it would be more conventional for her to wear a red hat with a white rose clipped to it and she'd just giggled and said he was funny.

Duke arrived a few minutes late to find the train had been and gone and the single one-sided platform was largely cleared. He saw a woman with a newspaper under her arm but she was wearing a red hat and was at least twenty-two and looked beautiful with great tits.

"Stupid bitch... she either missed the train or has wandered off," he grouched. He decided to wait near the toilets thinking Nikki must have gone in to, er, powder her nose, when he heard a woman call, "Hey Duke. Snubbing me eh?"

Jesus, he thought astounded. That caller could only be the young woman in the red hat.

He turned and waited for her, not knowing what to do with his hands and then wondered did he kiss his niece's best friend who'd miraculously grown into a young woman or just shake her hand. He found he didn't have to worry.

Pulling two bags on wheels, she stopped in front of him and taking off the cheap straw hat said, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"Y-you are all grown up?"

"Ohmigod, you know Angela is twenty-three so I must be twenty-three or thereabouts. What did you expect?"

Knocked off his perch of certainty, Duke went to scratch his nuts but tugged an ear instead and he was about to check out her tits when the cheeky young bitch said, "Angela was obviously wrong about you being the brains of her mom's family."

Duke grabbed her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

She grabbed him, pulled him forward and gave him a wet kiss on the lips and was cheeky again.

"God do I have to teach you to kiss while living with you?"

Huh?

He decided to show who was boss. He looked at her breasts and said nice tits and prepared to grab a swinging slapping arm. But she being a country kid raised on a farm out-smarted him and kneed towards his groin but pulled up short, only just short.

"Jesus," he said, feeling blood drain from his face and she cackled in laughter and he thought well so she should. She could have brought him to his knees in agony.

Ouch.

"I like you already grown-up Nikki," he smiled, eating humble pie but she smiled and kissed him ever so sweetly.

Jesus. He'd have to chain himself to his bed at nights in case he awoke feeling lusty and went looking for it. Although he was a bachelor that didn't mean he didn't go after sex.

He took one of the suitcases on wheels and she hooked his arm through his. 

"You look real cool with that tanned face framed by your curly sandy hair and blue eyes that I guess constantly undress women. How did I look?"

"Good. Your tits appear to sit at the same height and your other curves appear as enhancements to your body but surely I ought not be talking to my niece's friend like this?"

"Oh but I'm not your niece... and she is about one and a half thousand miles away from here and won't know what's going on."

"Oh yeah. So I may talk sexy to you and, um, touch you?"

"Yes I suppose so," she said nonchalantly but squeezing his arm against the side of her breast.

While wondering exactly what was her definition of 'touching' he stopped and wheezed, "We've overshot the exit."

They backtracked, laughing.

Nikki winced as he tossed the two cases into the tray of the ute. She went to open her door and said in surprise, "Oh god, you travel with a cat instead of a dog?"

"Yeah do you know how to open a car door? Aussie guys don't open doors for shelias unless they are wanting something but usually they make exceptions for their mother or the infirm."

He was ignored. Nikki climbed in and patted her knee and Misty jumped up and purred.

"Jesus Misty usually gets bitchy with strangers."

Nikki ignored that and said she hoped Misty was wormed and fleaed.

"Yeah I treat Misty better than many women care for their children."

"Have you any idea what children are or how to react to them?"

Duke decided to let that one ride. She'd learn something that afternoon.

He'd taken most of the day off but called his deputy at the mine and was told everything was going swimmingly."

"And you haven't created any fuck-ups Ned?"

Nikki smiled when she heard the guy replied, "Get off my arse Duke." 

Well they were miners. 

When they drove on to the pebble drive to park beside the house Nikki gaped, "But this is the best-looking house on the street from what I've seen."

"Yeah, yeah. When a guy doesn't have a nagging wife and kids pestering him he can give a bit of time to house maintenance and home improvements."

"You're a craftsman Duke... I can pick out some of the improvements including extensions. God look at the balance you have achieved with I guess new filigrees and fretwork for barge trims, gables, veranda brackets, gable vents, window canopies and those beautiful friezes are probably new additions and all working in harmoniously."

"Yeah, yeah," Duke said, scratching his balls in embarrassment as Nikki followed Misty on to the front veranda.

"That trim is either external grade plywood or western red cedar for longevity. The exterior is double brick. I cut in some new windows with double glazing and I lifted the roof a metre and built a new roof structure and ran the iron roofing out over the front porch, making that into a full veranda and ran sub verandas down both sides and insulated everything heavily... are you listening?" he snorted.

""Yeah, yeah," she laughed, aping what appeared to be one of his favourite responses if he felt cornered. "I can't wait till I get inside and see what you did after gutting the interior."

Mystified he asked, "How can you tell from outside that the interior was extensively gutted?"

"I'm a qualified draftswoman Duke. I prepare working drawings for architects. You wouldn't have demolished the old roof without ripping walls asunder down below unless you were an ape man hanging off a tree."

Duke was becoming very impressed with Miss Armstrong and felt a desire to pat her tight-looking butt.

Nikki picked up Misty who offered no protest and waited for Duke to unlock.

"Go in, it's not locked. Way out here we shoot intruders. The word got around and know we have no intruders to shoot."

Nikki turned the brass door handle and walked in and gaped at the open plan living and the soaring ceilings. The dark polished wood flooring had scattered rugs on it in places and the sofas and chairs were leather and new and the TV set up was appropriate for a bachelor, the screen being even bigger than the one her father had purchased recently.

"This is truly magnificent," Nikki marvelled. "You must have some very good trades people here in Thompson."

"I did all the work myself apart from reconnecting to the sewer and electricity services and of course hired help with the roofing and had to use a registered guy to connect the gas appliances and to install the reverse cycle air-conditioning."

"Oh you are a clever man." 

She giggled as Duke shuffled in embarrassment.

They went down the central hallway. 

"I converted two bedrooms on this side to the one master bedroom with en suite and dressing room and made the two bedrooms on this other side smaller to add a shared bathroom between them."

"Where's the laundry, inconveniently placed out in a garden shed?"

"No in the kitchen. I'm a bachelor with no known kids."

"Oh yes, of course. I daresay brilliantly positioned in that case. You can always add an laundry extension at the back if you plan to sell to a family."

Nikki began turning into the main bedroom with the bag she was now carrying.

"Um I want you to think deeply about this Nikki. Your mom could maim you and kill me."

"That's an exaggeration. She'll get use to the idea when she finds out. I spent four hours on the train thinking about being shafted by you and attempting to work out possible repercussions and decided mom and dad wouldn't like me sleeping with someone so old as you and my boyfriend wouldn't be happy about it but he's not happy about many things. So I decided to go ahead and sleep with you. I hope you know how to fuck but I guess I can coach you."

Duke patted his genitals affectionately and openly. He enjoyed watching the kid's eyes widen and slowly the tip of her tongue protruded through her lips.

"M-may we have coffee?" she asked hoarsely.

He checked his watch and said it will be served on the front veranda in ten minutes. "You unpack and choose which side of the bed you want. You may have to remove videos from the top drawer of the bedside cabinet if you take the left-hand side."


Duke Pt. 02



After dinner on Nikki Armstrong's first night in the farming and mining servicing town of Thompson, situated around 225 miles south-west of Sydney, her host Duke Caine insisted Nikki call home to tell her mom where she was and what she was doing.

"Mom will hit the roof when she finds I have left Sydney and when I tell her I got your phone number from Angela, and you invited me to stay with you, she'll keep on asking questions until she squeezes everything out of me."

"What's wrong with that? You are twenty-three, an adult, and are entitled to screw me if you wish and your mother will know that. Actually she might even remember meeting me. You have to ride through that and not lose your cool too much but remain confident and unyielding. When she knows she's screwed everything out of you she'll ask to speak to me."

"No, I can't do it."

"If you don't then forget about sleeping with me."

"Duke don't be such a bastard. If we stay low she'll never know."

"So you have no respect for your mother and no gratitude toward her since she gave birth to you and reared you?"

"Christ Duke, you are so unfair pressuring me like this."

Duke smiled, knowing he was winning. "I'll tell you what Nikki, forget about me asking to call your mom and being honest with her."

"Thank Christ for that," Nikki sighed.

"All I ask is for you to do the right thing."

Her relaxing look vanished and she glared.

"You bastard." Her shoulders slumped.

Fifteen minutes later when Duke was drying the roasting dish, Nikki called, "I'm making the call now. Come hold my hand."

Duke walked into the room and stopped. Nikki was bare to the waist.

"Christ what are you doing?"

She smiled. "Would you like to get your mouth buried into this pair? The truth please."

"Well yeah."

"Oh Duke your bubbling enthusiasm really excites me. You used the same tone as if replying after I'd asked you the time or to empty the trash can."

"Nikki you are making me nervous. I replied cautiously in case you were setting a trap. Of course I want to lick and saliva all over your tits and belly, lick and bite your pussy and bang you till your ears are ringing and your eyes are popping."

Nikki's face and neck coloured hugely and she said hoarsely, "Steady on Duke, you're making me all hot and bothered and mom will ask have I just had sex."

Duke grinned and said then why did she display her tits?

"Because I want you to see what you'll miss if we don't handle this phone call well and mom orders me home immediately or say she'll never wish to see me again."

"Do parents still excommunicate their kids these days?"

"Of course they do and the misdeeds have intensified in both number and seriousness over the decades."

"Well why not just phone your mother and deal with an actual potential crisis instead of us dwelling on worse-case scenarios?"

"I agree so give me mom's phone number."

"What are you getting at? I have no idea of you mother's phone number or why you are asking me for it."

"It really was a test. You expect to have lots of sex with me and yet you don't know anything about me and don't even have my mother's phone number."

"Right," Duke snorted. "Let's agree here and now we'll not have sex for thirty days, the pause being used to find out about each other and for me to memorize your mother's phone number."

Nikki looked dismayed. "Um Duke let's just forget about what I just said. I'm phoning mom right now."

Duke sat beside Nikki and pulled her against him and began playing with one of her breasts. She'd not covered them up. The both watched the nipple begin to stiffen under the attention it was received and then she connected through to her mom.

Duke began licking the nipple and Nikki began sweating.

"I met him at a Building Trades Show in Sydney, remembering he was the Aussie who was Angela's uncle. You must remember him; you met him when he visited Ashburton about seven years ago with his parents. His mom and Angela's mom are sisters. He's been back twice since then."

"I can't say I do."

"Tall, almost blond curly hair, great tan and very good looking. He's thirty-four now." "Oh yes, vaguely."

"Well he's an electrical contractor," Nikki lied. "I was on the train going to Dubbo for a look around when I saw him on the station at a place called Orange. On the spur of the moment I jumped off and greeted him and the train moved off and I couldn't get back on. He just laughed and said I could also get a train later if there was one or the next day but why not come and visit Thompson where he lives and is doing some work for a gold mining company."

"That is a very strange and rather irresponsible thing to do darling."

"Well I loved Thompson and returned to Sydney to collect my things and have just shifted into Duke's home. He has a pal who's an architect and I have already been hired for full time work," Nikki said, continuing to lie.

"Who else lives in the house with Duke?" Nikki's mother asked suspiciously.

"Oh Misty."

"Darling I don't like the sound of this at all. I..."

"Mom I'll put Duke on. He's here with me."

Nikki spread her knees, pulled up her dress and placed the hand from on her breast on to her pussy and handed the phone to the fascinated Duke who began working his fingers in.

"Oh hi Mrs Armstrong. I asked Nikki to phone you because I know how mothers might worry if their daughter was already alone in Sydney in a not favourable situation and now had left the city under this new arrangement."

"We'll yes. I..."

"Mrs Armstrong what with the druggies, pimps doing everything to recruit young women as prostitutes and warring street gangs, I can tell you I'm so relieved that your vulnerable daughter is out of that hellhole where she was staying. Thompson is such a conservative community and Misty has taken a great liking to Nikki and I have introduced Nikki to our close neighbours Mrs De Vito who is so excited at having an architectural draughtswoman living so close to them because her husband is a builder. Nikki has also met Mrs Debra Collins who is so keen to learn about New Zealand and German-born Mrs Gretchen Collins is so keen to converse in French with your daughter."

"Omigod this is such a huge turnaround from the gloom and doom I was hearing from Nikki in Sydney... no job, not meeting people... a little scared. I'm so happy she's met you and Misty. Um what sort of relationship do you have with Misty?"

By this point Duke's fingers were sloshing and Nikki had a hand over her mouth to stop emitting noisy gurgles.

"Well to tell you the truth Mrs Armstrong I can's keep my hands off Misty."

"Oooh," said Mrs Armstrong and at the same time Nikki puffed, turned very red and came over Duke's fingers.

"I'll put you over to Nikki Mrs Armstrong. It's a hot day here and she might sound a little short of breath. I must switch on the air-conditioning."

"Hi mum," Nikki said, taking the phone and looking at Duke murderously.

"I'm so happy for you. It appears you have fallen into a great niche. I'll no longer worry about you and please just do everything Mr Caine asks you to do as he's being very generous to you. He sounds a lovely man. Please keep in touch darling and unless there are more things you wish to discuss I must let you go to get on with it."

"Thanks and bye mum," Nikki said, looking astonished.

She smiled at Duke. "Did you hear mum say I'm to do everything you ask?"

"Yeah I heard it loud and clear. I wonder if she knows you lie to her? It doesn't really matter. It's game time. I want you to call me daddy and to unzip me. At your age you ought to know what to do after that."

"Yes daddy. I'm expected to lick your engorged pecker and proceed from there but first I must go to the bathroom. I'm soaking around my pussy and it's run on to the sofa."

"Stay where you are because there's not problem. That's why men and sexy women who make the buying decisions choose leather sofas and leather armchairs. They are so easy to clean."

Nikki fluttered her eyelids and said oh daddy.

She unzipped Duke and struggled to get it all out and said, "Omigod I can't take all this up my butt."

"Relax dear, one step at the time, huh?"

"Yes daddy. I love you. I'll kiss you now daddy and later when I have a mouthful of cum and pussy juice."

"Oh you are such a grateful young bitch Nikki... do you think we might have less talk and more action?"

"Yes daddy." 

Nikki formed her lips into a big O and hitched up her dress fully so was all gathered in a band round her waist and took the head of the dick into her mouth. At the same time she swivelled, hoisting her butt into the air alongside daddy. He wet a finger in pussy and it slid quite easily into her butt hole.

Nikki grunted, pulled off his dick and said, "Angela and I have horsed around for years with dildos and vibrators so I'm not tight in the butt. We thought we were committed lesbians but both moved into men about three years ago."

"So you have taken a real dick up the ass?"

"Yes but nothing like your size so forget it."

She later pulled off her dress and went on to the sofa on her knees, leaning her tits over the back of the sofa and playing with them as daddy licked up and down her butt crack and into her fat, bald pussy. With that done he worked in his dripping erection and they both groaned in satisfaction and felt the heat generating between them.

Daddy soon found his little darling was experienced at thrusting to bang in hard against him as he ended his thrust. Either that or she had an innate sense of good timing. She took all he had, leaving him feeling his balls were left gasping each time he plunged forward. When the time came to pick up the pace she yelled, "Pull my head back by the hair daddy." 

Daddy obliged, taking care not to hurt her but she yelled "Harder" and so she got it harder in hair pulls as well as cock thrusts and she came hugely. A big smile appeared on his face as his eyes closed and he bit into his bottom lip and flooded her.

"Christ you can fuck," she said in awe, gazing at him.

The reply was modest. "I always try to please a lady. Have a doze while I run a bath for you and we'll then go out for dinner."

Returning from her bath Nikki took a call. It was Angela.

"What kind of stunt are you pulling on your mother? She just called me to ask was Misty a nice woman. I only just avoided landing you in the crap.

"Oh shit, sorry. What was said?"

"Fortunately she began by saying your were staying with Duke. Oh hello I thought. I bet that little tramp has plans for my uncle. And then your mother said she was pleased you were out of that hole you'd landed in at Sydney and gave me brief details how you'd found Duke in Sydney and then again standing on a rail station platform way out in the wops towards Dubbo. Oh hello I thought to myself, this sounds like bullshit to me. So when she said what did I know about the woman called Misty I knew what to say."

"Well you always were intelligent."

"Thanks you slut."

"I asked your mum what did she want to know. She said she was happy for you to be staying with my young Uncle Duke providing he had a woman in the house with him and that told me Misty the cat had been made to sound like an adorable woman. I said my uncle was conservative and only liked screwing one woman at a time and she had to be reliable, loyal and clean around the house, from what I'd heard. Your mom said well it was a relief to hear that and of course I then had to tell my mom confidentially her brother in OZ was probably screwing you."

"Oh god, the noose round my neck tightens."

"No it's okay you lucky bitch. She promised to maintain the pretence provided I promised never to allow Duke to screw me. I did that, sadly. Often when I play in bed I think it's you or Uncle Duke. If you haven't fucked him yet when will you do it?"

"Tonight I hope. He's awfully cute and I think he'd beginning to catch on that I'm not too young for him," Nikki lied because the age difference had not been discussed.

Nikki then had an idea how she might be able to reward her friend. "I can call Roy and suggest he dates you."

"Nah, he's a big young for me."

"Darling you must not say a word to anyone about this, promise?"

"Yes."

"What about Roy's dad."

"God you slut, you've also been fucking Charlie White?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe it. Wow, yes please. Please give him a call and say I'm very, very interested and can be trusted to keep my mouth shut and move about discreetly."

"Okay you slut," Nikki giggled. 

* * *

Duke looked forward immensely to Saturday's barbie. He'd always wanted to host one since arriving in Thompson but believed being unattached it was not suitable for him to invite families. 'Duke and his cat Misty invited you to a barbeque did not suggest a ring of confidence but Duke and Nikki certainly did. YES! On Thursday he distributed the formal invitations to the letterboxes of the three invited families and next afternoon the women on the way to the school gates confirmed acceptance.

Then the demands began and Nikki found that intriguing.

Debra said, "Our husbands want to bring beer, saying they won't feel right going to a barbie without taking beer."

"Well I was buying a full range of beer to cover all tastes," Duke mused. "Okay we don't wish to offend the blokes. Tell them they can bring beer."

Gretchen said, "I wish to bring dips and snacks the kids will like. You two are not married so won't be up to speed catering for children."

"Oh that's a perfect solution," Nikki cooed, giving Duke no option but to agree and then Gina said, "It's traditional for the women guests to arrive with salads. I'll arrive with a half dozen salads."

"Fine," sighed Duke, now wondering if it really would be his barbecue.

He and Nikki went to a fish vendor on Saturday early afternoon, Duke knowing fresh supplies would have arrived by truck from Sydney for the weekend. They then went to the supermarket and purchased sauces, red and white wine, a selection of meats and some frozen prepared fish. They arrived home with several pounds of snags (sausages), steaks, salmon cutlets, beef rissoles, prawns, squid rings and a range for fish plus bell peppers, onions and firm tomatoes to make into fish kebabs.

Nikki made a non-alcoholic punch and they had a couple of hours' sleep and arose at 4:00 refreshed and after a shower dressed and were ready to greet their guests.

The event was a raging success. Nikki was welcomed and that pleased her and as a result of that evening Duke felt at last he was entrenched in his local community. He proved to be an accomplished chef and received high praise. Later, with most of the kids asleep or almost asleep inside the house, he had to withstand several determined attempts by the drunk Gina to grope him. Her husband didn't appear to mind, in fact he was busily playing his guitar, but he kept an eye on them to ensure they didn't slope off. When Gina tired of getting nowhere she led the communal singing and a couple of the older kids came out and joined in.

Gretchen and her husband Bevan stayed behind to help clean up and when Bevan was walking off with Pauline and Frederick she kissed Duke good night, pushing a leg between his thighs and ramming her tongue into his mouth, confirming what Nikki had said about Gretchen keeping a sneaky eye on him. Well, well.

Duke had never had so much sex like this but sadly it seems all good things must end. Three weeks after the barbie, Gina and Carlo hosted a farewell party for Nikki. She'd been unable to find work locally but had applied for a position in an architect's office in Melbourne and was hired on the spot when she went down to be interviewed.

Duke was unhappy about her leaving but knew she wanted to continue her career and it appeared she preferred a bigger place than Thompson to live happily. He took the weekend off and drove her to Melbourne, Misty going with them.

On Monday afternoon the three mothers arrived outside Duke's home five minutes early and he went down and chatted to them, accepting they were attempting to cheer him.

"Thanks girls but I'll live."

"Gina and I are prepared to take turns to visit you occasionally to ensure you don't forget what a women in like," Gretchen said. "Understandably right now in her condition Debra regrets..."

"It's okay and thanks for your offer of such outstanding support but no way do I wish to be involved in anything that could land you guys in trouble with your husbands. We'd never get away with it long term. Something will turn up; you'll see."

The next day Duke ordered materials to build the laundry at the rear of his home alongside the small porch. It had been approved already, being incorporated in the plan for the original modifications he'd submitted to the local authority. It was something to do to keep himself occupied and burn up some energy.

Remarkably, something turned up on Friday, just as Duke had prophesised. 

Duke was called to the office of the mining company's general manager in Dubbo who controlled operations at the company's three mines in the region. The city of 30,000 people and some 250 miles west of Sydney, was almost a two and a half hour drive from Thompson.

"Hi Duke," said the white-haired GM, Terry Bolt, shaking hands. They'd met occasionally, usually at planning meetings, internal enquiries or on social occasions involving senior personnel. He turned and said, "I'd like you to meet Mrs Wilson, our new admin officer at Thompson Mine. She takes over when Ralph retires on Friday week."

"Hi Mrs Wilson."

The good-looking woman of around forty smiled and said, "Hi Duke, please call me Thelma. I'll get straight to the point. I have separated from my scurrilous husband and have filed for divorce. The bastard has been threatening me so I decided to bury myself towards the outback and applied for this position but only just got it because Terry here considered I was over qualified. I'd been a public accountant in Sydney. I need a safe house here and your mine manager, Terry and I went through all the possibilities."

"With that done I wish to proposition you. I would like to rent a room from you for $400 a week that I'm told is well in excess of the going average rental for a room in Thomson which I understand is $140.00. I will pay half the running costs of your home as well including food and liquor bills. This is a good deal and in return I require you to protect me in the unlikely event of my husband tracking me down to Thompson. He's not a violent man, just a bully and can't bear the thought of me walking out on him. Well that's it."

"Well this is an unusual request. I take it you will get an attractive settlement when the divorce process concludes?"

"A very attractive package but you need not worry. I already have my own money and will be paid a good salary here and the fact is what I'm suggesting would cost me less that buying my own cottage and paying 100% of all outgoings."

Duke looked thoughtful and said, "I live in a close community. My neighbours will probably think you and I are having it off."

"Well if you're worried about what the neighbours think don't enter into an arrangement with me. It's as simple as that."

Duke smiled and said it was Thelma's reputation that he was worried about.

"My mother operates a brothel in Sydney and many of my clients were aware of that because she is such a character. So do you think I worry about my reputation? My clients were more interested in my performance as their personal accountant or their business's external auditor."

"Yeah I'm happy to be your landlord."

"That tone doesn't sound very enthusiastic?"

"Thelma that's how I am. You'll get used to it. I'll also tell my neighbours you are my auntie."

"Well then we have a deal?"




Duke Pt. 02



"Yeah, get a contract drawn up and I'll sign."

"We can do that now. I already have a contract form drafted. Your mine manager Alan Bruce said you'd probably not be fussed over terms but thought you'd welcome having someone to take to a movie or a bar."

"Yeah well Alan and I go way back. He was the coach of a football team I played for many years ago."

"Alan didn't mention that?"

"Well why should he? That club became insolvent and Alan was fired before a syndicate could be formed to buy the club's assets and start anew. He decided to get out of Sydney so gain mine management qualifications as well as experience and worked at Thompson as assistant mine manager for some years before being promoted to the boss."

Thelma said ah, that explained Alan's respect for Duke. "He said you would have gone on to become an international Rugby League star but your heavy drinking, unruly behaviour and lack of self discipline ruined your chances of making it to the top."

"Yeah, yeah. Well these days I drink on the low side of moderate and because of my job I adhere strongly to self discipline and only punch back if someone punches me."

"Well if my husband happens to burst in on us you have my permission to punch the crap out of him."

Duke smiled and thought it was possible he'd like Thelma. He went off to a side room to read the agreement and returned in five minutes. 

"This is fine. I'll sign and don't worry if you can't cook Thelma and remember if you nag I'll pass wind."

She smiled and said, "Let's sign. Terry has agreed to witness our signatures."

As Thelma was signing Duke said, "Move in whenever you wish Thelma. Let's make Sunday the start of the rental week, the Sunday closest to the day you move in."

"I'm staying at the Aberdeen Motor Inn till Sunday so will arrive at your place for lunch Sunday if that's okay? That will give me the best part of a week working with the guy I'm replacing."

"Yes that will be fine. I'll do chicken salad served with beer or wine."

Driving home with Misty asleep on his lap, Duke began thinking of the comfort of having sex with an older woman whenever he or she felt the need and then chatting about their sexual experiences until they were ready to go again, and again.

But then the rosy illusion faded and he began visualizing her with her lip curled and shouting at him to put out the trash that was stinking in the pantry and holding up his white underpants and snarling why were they soiled when she'd washed them only three weeks ago.

He shuddered. Oh shit what had he done, taking her in like this?

It was so bizarre. Why hadn't she gone to live at Ma Malcolm's rooming house? Ma had gone to jail for 10 days a few years ago for tossing a 6ft 170 lb guy through the second floor window of his room after he called her a whore for demanding rent that was three weeks overdue. 

Fortunately the guy's fall was broken when he landed in bushes and he escaped with little more than a fractured leg and being totally humiliated. Ma probably could handle the women's husband if he showed up as well as Duke could. She'd spent years out in near-desert country hanging around open cast mines and earning good money as a prostitute before she retired to civilisation in Thompson to open her 20-bed rooming house in a near-derelict abandoned convent.

"Oh fuck what have I done?" Duke groaned and realized he'd be the laughing stock of the community when Thelma told women how she'd conned hard-ass Duke Caine into allowing her to move in with him to enjoy his immaculate living style in one of the best houses in town.

He thought perhaps he ought to fill the bath and then crap in it and when she arrived on Sunday she'd shriek in horror and then flee the house. He groaned saying, "No that's not your style Duke."

Next afternoon he told the three mothers his aunt was coming to live with him for a while, that she'd won the position of head of administration at the mine.

"Are you sure the word auntie is not an euphemism for prostitute?" Gretchen said coldly. "If you want service you can have me... regularly.

"Me too," Gina said and in chirped Debra, "Me too once I've weaned the new baby."

Duke grinned but he insisted that Thelma Wilson was his aunt. He was also thinking he was living surrounded by a den of sexual iniquity.

Eyes narrowing Gretchen demanded, "Describe the relationship."

"Oh Aunt Thelma is my, um, father's second cousin."

"Then that would make her your second cousin you fool. Is she offering you all you want in return for free lodgings?"

"No she's paying for it."

The women screamed in laughter and displayed their disbelief, sending Duke fleeing.

When they returned they found him sulking on the front veranda but because they had the kids with them no mention was made of Duke's scarlet lady. However Gina, leader of the pack, did caution the kids, "Leave Mr Caine alone today kids, he's had bad news. His aunt is coming to day with him and she's old and nags."

The group filed past silently.

On Saturday Duke mowed the lawns, tidied the gardens and swept and aired the house.

Mid afternoon he was having a beer when the house phone went and his heart leapt. He had thought it would be Thelma saying she'd changed her mind, accepting the arrangement was too ridiculous to accept and had taken two rooms in Ma Malcolm's rooming house.

"Hi, it's Gretchen. Bevan has taken the kids to an equestrian show in Dubbo and I'm sitting here bored. May I come over?"

"Yeah why not," Duke sighed. "Bye."

"Come in," he shouted, not bothering to go to the door. That was very unusual behaviour for him but then he'd been bitterly disappointed that the caller who'd phoned had not been Thelma advising she was cancelling the arrangement.

Gretchen came in after shutting the front door and he heard the lock snig. Didn't like airflow through a house?

She entered and Duke sat up boggling. She was wearing a pair of very high-cut short that displayed a great pair of legs that went up all the way to her... to her ass really. The top was thin and loose and two humps disclosed she did have breasts and instead of the usual thin streak of lipstick and the two dabs of reddening on her cheeks she was in full facial make-up and he licked his lips involuntarily.

"A beer please," she said, as if not expecting to be offered one.

Gretchen was still standing when Duke returned with the beer. She took it and said thanks and as he told her to take a seat and he bent to sit she said, "Please do something for me first."

"Okay," he said, straightening.

She handed him a container of body oil and asked him to rub it on her. "My back and tits get dry in this dry heat."

Before Duke had finished wondering had he heard her correctly, Gretchen pulled off her top and turning towards him, naked to the waist, she held her can of beer high and swigged, that exaggerated pose making her delightfully small titties with big nipples push out... er delightfully.

Duke hitched up his shorts and casually ran a hand down over his rising penis, noting a soft smile was radiating from Gretchen lips as she watched that hand movement.

God she was here to fuck him.

"Oil?" he wheezed.

"Yes, do my back first. I must apologize for my nudity, you being a man living alone won't be used to having a woman flaunting herself like this."

"Flaunting? Isn't this for medical purposes?"

"Oh yes, what convenient phrasing. You are such a darling," she said, reaching back and pulling his head by the hair on to her shoulder and kissing him. It was an awkward position but she pulled it off, opened her mouth and the dumb ox at last realized he was expected to participate, moved his tongue forward and tasted nectar a fraction before her tongue entwined with his. She then twisted to push her butt into his groin.

Duke spent twice as long oiling her tits as he'd spent oiling her back but received no complaint.

Finally he whispered, "Are we going to have sex."

"I'd like anal. My husband won't give me it there. I have condoms and lube." Condoms; the plural. Jesus. Duke licked his lips.

"Great put them out on the floor and stretch out on the sofa and I'll oil your butt and then oil my groin. We may as well go for a slippery ride."

"Oooh you filthy man; you've done this before."

About two hours later Gretchen said brightly, "This is the best time I've ever had in Thompson apart from activities with my family."

"I'm pleased about that Gretchen. You are a delightful lover," Duke said, opening the front door for her.

"Have you had Gina?"

"No."

Gretchen smiled and said then he was missing out, that Gina was itching to fuck him.

"But she's married."

"I'm married."

"Oh what have I done," Duke groaned guiltily.

"It was only anal and anyway you were being such a good boy for me."

Gretchen stepped back behind the door and kissed Duke deeply. She then said, "This is the first time I've committed adultery and absolutely loved it. However if we do it again it must never be in Thompson... it's too high risk."

They kissed again and she left, almost skipping down the pathway for the short walk home. The street appeared deserted but one never knew who was peering out between curtains. Duke shrugged, knowing there was nothing he could do about that. He went to the fridge for another can of beer and feeling very happy. Gretchen had been an unbelievably good fuck and if Thelma was only half as good he would count himself lucky.

MORE TO FOLLOW



Duke Pt. 03



Thelma arrived from Dubbo just before noon. Duke, wearing only shorts, wondered should he offer her tea but she kissed him, rather like an elderly aunt, and said her tongue was hanging out; did he have beer?

"Yeah come and look through the house and then take a couple of cans down to the spa pool in the garden shed. Naturally the heater is switched off."

"Why are you being uncivil and not joining me?"

"I prefer being nude in a spa."

"Well so do I so what's the problem? You'll have to get used to seeing me walking around nude so why not start with full exposure on day one?"

"Okay."

She looked sympathetic. "What's the matter?"

"For some reason I thought having sex with you would be unlikely."

"God Duke, can't you go into a pool with a woman without thinking sex?"

"No."

"Or seeing a bit of bared tit or ass?"

"No."

She laughed and said he'd better be ready to be trained in the art of restraint.

"So you're not mad at me being like that?"

"No darling, I realize you are male, but you can forget about having sex with me."

Duke said indignantly, "That's what I suggested at the beginning of this conversation."

"Oh yes, so you did. You know I really didn't expect to have interesting conversations with you."

Duke had no answer for that. "Your car is dusty. I'll clean the exterior for you at sunset."

"In that case I'll clear away after dinner. I admire your cooperative spirit. Obviously your mother trained you well."

"Are you as old as my mother?"

She giggled and said he was such a tease, that she was forty-one.

Later in the garden shed Thelma said admiringly, "You have made the interior of this old shed look quite palatial just like your house. I have nothing but admiration for you."

"Thanks," Duke said, dropping his shorts and staring defiantly at Thelma who just smiled. As he settled into the pool she said, "If you get a boner watching me undress don't worry. I've seen many over the years."

"I'll close my eyes."

"Don't bother," she said, and ignored him as she began unbuttoning the front of her thin summer dress.

This was the moment Duke enjoyed with a new woman... to see what she had. They all had a slit and tits but were packaged differently. Thelma's long black hair had a white streak coloured over her forehead and the white dissipated toward the top of her crown. She was quite pretty with dark green eyes and a full mouth that could only be described as very kissable. She was almost as tall as he was but would be much lighter. She removed the dress, exposing flesh bulging at the sides of quite a large bra and she had the rounded belly of an older woman. She obviously shaved under her armpits. Her upper thighs were rather heavy and Duke took in the full peach shaped pussy framed under her tight and cute panties.

He watched expectedly as she reached behind to unhook her bra.

She noticed his intent gaze and said, soundly slightly embarrassed, "They flop."

"Good," he croaked, not meaning to croak.

She looked startled and then dropped them.

They were real beauts and Duke had a great urge to tell her but used, er, restraint, thinking she'd probably appreciate that.

She stepped out of her panties awkwardly as to be expected and Duke saw the black bush was neatly clipped. He looked up to see her watching him.

He stood, unabashed at displaying a half erection, and held out his hand to help her step down on to the inbuilt seat.

"Thank you," she said, offering no comment about him being fully shaved.

He pulled a couple of tinnies from the esky (portable cooler) and tossed one to her. She caught it deftly and the wobble of her tits send his dick into full erection.

She startled him with her next comment. "May we do this every evening before dinner?"

"Yeah, good idea."

"Your cat loves you."

"Yeah Misty has no one else."

"And you do?"

"Women find me more than I find them."

Duke watched as she poured beer into her mouth, quite sure her nipples had become more prominent. Hmmmm.

"I wonder why I'm not surprised women find you attractive?"

He knew he was not expected to reply to that.

Thelma had chosen the bedroom directly opposite Duke's and he'd half-expected her to come padding across to his bed during the night. But she didn't. He wondered if she had cancer or a serious STD.

A couple of days later he reasoned she was just not sexually interested in him.

But why not? He asked Misty but she chose not to reply. Well cats can be jealous.

Gretchen and Bevan invited them to dinner on Thursday night, Debra and Rogan had them over for dinner on Saturday night and Gina and Carlo had everyone over for a barbie lunch on Sunday. 

"I really like your three mothers," Thelma said drunkenly on Sunday as Duke undressed her and put her to bed.

"Debra enjoys talking to you."

"That's because I talk to her about babies. I've had children and I was the eldest in my family of five and the next one to follow me didn't arrive until I had started primary school so I became used to helping mom with her babies. Dad left her when I was sixteen and that's when she began working as a prostitute. Years later I was working long hours, earning big money, and I helped her with finance to buy a brothel. I still lived at home and at that stage and we all shifted into the third floor of the brothel and I took the role of mother. We had our own staircase that opened on to the street. We all had a key and never experienced any unpleasant incidents."

"That is a most interesting story. Good night," Duke said, kissing her on the lips for the first time.

"Do you want to have sex?"

Ah, so the moment had arrived. But he hesitated and asked, "Do you?"

"Not really but go right ahead."

"No thanks Thelma. I'll only have sex with you when you really want me to shaft you."

Thelma began work on the following Friday and that evening she hosted the three mothers and their husbands to dinner, having arranged with the mothers to get in baby sitters. They only organized one, having all the kids sleeping at Gina's home.

Thelma and Duke had been sharing cooking duties but on this occasion she did everything and pulled out all stops, presenting a sit down banquet that blew everyone away because of her brilliance as a chef and the impressive way she served using Duke as her kitchen hand.

Thelma had been too busy to get drunk so Duke held back on his consumption of red wine expecting to be called into her room to perform. But when he kissed her in the doorway of her bedroom, congratulating her once again for the wonderful meal, she failed to make a suggestive comment and so he retreated.

However when they were in the spa next evening Thelma began to play with her nipples. Her breasts were under the water but floating a little and Duke could see what she was doing.

"Come over a do this for me," she said softly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I wish to have sex, my body is crying for it."

Duke shot over to sit beside her. Thelma had a hand on his half-erect penis before he'd pulled a tit to the surface to begin licking it.

He cupped and squeezed the swollen tits as if they were his prized possession.

"God Duke, take it easy," she gasped. "You'll be having me cream before you begin licking me."

Oh did Duke love it when she talked to him like that. So many women wouldn't talk suggestively when having sex; they'd just go uh-uh, oh-oh, oh yes and sigh as they came or would stay silent and pretend they weren't sweating and suddenly would scream, scaring the crap out of Duke and moan as their release subsided.

Thelma cooed, "Oh god Duke, don't drown as the pool surges over my pussy or do you call it a cunt?"

His mouth was buried so he couldn't answer.

"Attah boy. Oooh that's right over my button. Bejesus, fuck-a-doodle-doo. Oh god, I'm coming so early."

She then breathed out with a whoosh.

"That was great," Duke said. "You have a nice cunt... er I mean pussy."

"Oh thank you darling. Let's go over to the house and fuck till we go blind."

Jesus.

They sat nude on the sofa facing each other, both with their legs up. That had just happened without any discussion or instruction. Duke pulled her too him, guiding her legs over his hips and they both watched the fat dick slowly disappear into her.

"This truly is one of the great moments of sex," Thelma purred.

"Yeah I sometimes am tense waiting for the babe to scream pull out that I'm too big for her but luckily for me you are cavernous."

"Oh thank you darling, you charming seducer of women," Thelma said sarcastically.

He smiled and said not to be angry with him. He rarely had the opportunity to 'slosh about'. She had strong thighs so ought to be capable of closing round him when she felt the need.

She stared at him showing a faint smile.

"Um we didn't discuss a condom."

She bared her teeth. "I think you know if you give me an STD I'll kill you. I'm safe because after my second child via my bastard of a husband I had my tubes tied. Both kids elected to stay with the bastard because they didn't wish to leave the comfort of home. Anna is in her final year at boarding school and Steven began university this year. Their father always forked across money whenever they asked for it so he'd the hero."

"Right, enough of that for the moment. Lift while I hook my right leg round under you and you sit on that to keep us close together."

"That's it now brace back on your hands... that's it... and raise you right leg and allow me to bend up my left leg and place it just under you knee."

"Great. Now you lower that foot on to my leg just below the knee. Good, and my foot is now trapped under your knee for additional stability."

"God Duke I'm forty-one."

"Stop your moaning. I brace back and raise my butt and I swing back and forth into you and you shuffle your ass back and forth as little or as much as you wish. We can talk and look at one another during unhurried sex and it could take up to an hour before we both have ejaculated."

"I won't be able to walk if it takes that long."

"Stop bitching. I'll carry you to the bathroom if necessary."

"Omigod Duke, this is beautiful. I'm feeling great sensations and it feels so elegant."

"Yeah I reckon women who don't like to sweat during sex ought to use this position but they will need to be strong with a great back. You have that solid build."

"Oh thank you. You are a real fucking charmer Duke." 

Later Duke went to the shed and emptied the pool and cleaned it, a weekly chore. When he and Misty returned Heather said, "A Nikki Armstrong called on your cell phone. She asked me who I was and I said I was your friend Thelma. The bitch cut the call."

"She is my niece's best friend and stayed here till she found work in Melbourne. This is the first time she's called so I have her number. I'll call her in the morning, giving her time to cool down. She slept with me while she was here."

"God it must have felt great having someone that young."

"It was okay but she was a bit tight."

"God you men."

"Stop being a jealous cow. What do you want for dinner?"

"Can we go out for dinner?"

"It's almost 10:00 on a Sunday night so not much will be open. You have the choice of Chinese or dining with the truckies at their Pit Stop. I recommend a steak at the Pit Stop."

"Will I be safe there?"

"Go in showing too much tit and leg and I won't vouch for your safety. Some of those guys are rumoured to fuck anything that moves."

"I have a long summer dress and can flatten out my boobs."

"Perfect and just remember to eye me and not any of them."

As they drove off with Misty who was always made welcome at Pit Stop Thelma said, "Never did I expect it to be so enjoyable and... er... creative living with you. You fuck like a buck out of Karma Sutra and take your cat out to dinner. You know, now that we've had sex I won't mind being seen in your company around town."

"Thanks I'll get used to being asked if you are my mother."

Duke's eyes watered and his ear rang as she thumped him. Of course she then complained he'd hurt her hand.

* * *

After a fortnight of ravishing each other sexually, Thelma and Duke settled down to having sex morning and night like every other couples do but they kept it interesting with plenty of variety. One Saturday morning after having sex in the bath Thelma said she was missing the kids.

"Then arrange to meet them somewhere in Sydney."

"I don't wish my husband to see me."

Duke knew he had to be firm. 

"Look text your kids saying you wish to see them next Friday night and ask them to nominate the meeting place and emphasise you don't want their father to know about this meeting. Then arrange to see your lawyer late Friday afternoon to be briefed on progress with the divorce and to sign anything he needs to be signed. I'll drive you to Sydney so all we have to do is to arrange to have Friday afternoon off and leave at noon. If it goes well then arrange to meet your kids for breakfast on Sunday morning and then you meet me and we'll head home."

"I can't ask you to do this for me."

"Of course you can't so I'm telling you what we will do. Gretchen looks after Misty whenever I go away."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's the least I can do for you. Now get out of here and go text your kids."

"Why text them?"

"Because if you call them your husband could hear them take the call and said 'Hi mum' before you have time to demand confidentiality."

"God you are brilliant. That must be why you were given a big dick."

During a coffee break next day Duke called Nikki.

"Oh it's you. Who is that woman?"

Nikki please be reasonable. Did you expect me to never have sex again unless it was with you?"

"I... er... I felt a surge of passion when I heard a strange woman identify herself."

"Well I'm sorry I wasn't there to answer my phone. I was out cleaning the spa pool."

"Oh yes, Sunday evening. I should have remembered."

"Have you found a guy yet?"

Nikki spirit seemed to lift. "Yes a very nice guy... what the hell is this, an inquisition?"

"I could point out in your view it's okay for you to be fucking some guy but no way am I permitted...."

"I'm sorry Duke. I was out of line. I was hit by jealousy that's all. I'm not attempting to control your life."

"Thanks, apology accepted. Do you wish to come and visit?"

"Will that woman be there?"

"Her name is Thelma and yes she will."

"In that case I won't be visiting you."

"Please yourself. Now let's talk about you, your work and where are you living and what you do when not at work or engaging in sex."

"Well there is free time. Bruce doesn't go at it half the night like you do."

"Ah, so his name is Bruce. Is he making your happy?"

The tension was gone and they chatted on like old friends.

* * *

Duke and Thelma left the mine at noon and headed east. Once they got on to the Mitchell Highway near Orange they began to make good time. Arriving in Sydney they went to the Holiday Inn Darling Harbour, where Thelma had secured a two night special off the Internet.

The room was great and Duke said, "You have the best part of an hour to spare. Go shopping." 

Thelma said, "Wouldn't you rather have sex on this huge bed?"

She saw his eyes light up and cuddled him to her breast and said he was just like a little boy; she could read him like a book.

The lawyer had arranged a video link with the firm's branch in Dubbo for the following Wednesday at 10:00 for both sides in the divorce to begin settlement negotiations. That meant Thelma wouldn't have to make the much longer journey to a meeting in Sydney and her lawyer said the other lawyer had indicated her client appeared confident they could reach settlement in just the one meeting.

Thelma rushed back to the hotel with that news and then she and Duke began a leisurely walk around the perimeter of Darling Harbour and returned to the hotel two hours later for a drink before Thelma went off to meet her kids at 9:00 for dinner. She did not return to the hotel until lunch time the next day, but she'd called Duke to explain why; the kids wanted her to be with them and they would sleep at her sister's home. 

Thelma was very happy when she and Duke left for Thompson early Sunday afternoon.

"The kids are handling this well, like the young adults they are. My daughter had turned eighteen before my husband and I began our trial separation and that is very fortunate because no dependant children are involved in this dissolution of marriage."

"That's one problem less for you," Duke said passively, hoping that ended talk about her husband, the divorce and its affect on the kids. He really wasn't interested because he wasn't involved. His relationship was solely with Thelma. She got the hint and no further discussion of family matters followed. He knew a really deep friendship had established between her and Debra so Debs could be the listening post rather than him.

The settlement talks between Thelma and her husband concluded successfully in just less than five hours and she had to return to Dubbo next day taking his ute after dropping him off at the mine. She had to sign the agreement and copies that had arrived by overnight courier.

Duke thought he'd now have a far more relaxed and lively Thelma to share his life but sadly that just didn't happen. She became depressed and felt the need to be with her children, or at least within easy reach.

Duke said after she'd unloaded her woes, "Then you best resign and return to Sydney."

"Then you won't mind?"

"Nah."

"You bastard," she cried and ran from the room, leaving Duke thinking perhaps he could have handled that more sensitively. But then he thought why bother? In her mind she'd already left him and she signalled that later that evening by announcing she was moving back into her original bedroom. He just smiled and said she should do whatever made her feel comfortable.

Although she never went to the spa pool with Duke again, they occasionally had sex in the lounge but they both realized something had gone from their lovemaking. If she knew what it was she never revealed those thoughts. Duke believed he'd simply lost interest in her because of her behaviour and she now regarded him as 'the bastard'. He made no effort to effect reconciliation, thinking what was the use. He decided to just have sex with her when she wanted that to happen.

Thelma left him a month later when she'd worked out her notice of resignation at the mine. She hadn't hinted to the three mothers that she was leaving. Duke told them on Friday afternoon; he'd taken Thelma to Orange the previous afternoon to catch the train to Sydney.

The women listened to him in near disbelief.

"But why?" Gina asked.

"We began falling apart after she concluded her divorce settlement and she began talking about moving back to be closer to her children."

"Yes she did appear to be showing signs of stress after reaching settlement," Debra said. "In fact now that I think about it she showed signs of being increasingly depressed."

Gretchen challenged Duke, "Couldn't you have done more to turn around her black mood?"

He just shrugged and looked away.

"Well I sympathise with you," Gretchen said and the other two women nodded when Debra said, "I really don't think Duke could have done anything to drive Thelma away because if he had she would have told me."

"Something will turn up," Duke muttered as the women walked off to the school gates.

Like what? That's bullshit, he scowled, spilling his heart to Misty who looked quite unconcerned.

Two Saturday mornings later Gretchen came over with a cake. Duke, who was washing the ute, was in a much better frame of mind and smiled and said, "Nice ass."

"You can't see it head on," she giggled. "Come on inside and you may have a peep. Bevan has taken the kids to tennis coaching. I can sneak half an hour to be with you."




Duke Pt. 03



Duke followed her to the kitchen and as soon as she put down the cake he spun her around and kissed her deeply.

"God Duke," she said pulling away breathlessly and wiping her lips. "Are you on heat?"

He shrugged and grabbed a tit in his big mitt. "I have been thinking I'm a failure with women."

"God no, not you Duke. Debra and Gina and I love you and many other women will really like you because you have such an easy disposition and know how to turn on the charm."

"That's because I don't have a nagging wife and moaning kids."

She just smiled at that. "You've just had a couple of unlucky breaks, that's all. It happens to everyone. At her wedding, Gina's mom's first lover ran from the church and was never seen again and Bevan dropped me after we had been going round for six months and I took him back eighteen months after he'd sown his oats and came to realize I was the best fuck he'd every had."

Duke had just pulled his cock from Gretchen's mouth and was slowly pushing it up her butt when his house phone went. It rang just three times.

"Wrong number he grunted."

After a brief pause it rang again, only three times.

"Jesus," he shouted, pulling out and grabbing his pants. "There must be no one at Gina's place."

"Nor mine and Rogan's at golf. Thank Christ Debra has you on the emergency list. I'll run over and get her to the door," Gretchen said, pulling on her panties and stepping into her scuffs. "You back the ute over. I'll ride in the back."

Debra was panting and sweating and her daughter Melissa helping to support her mum looked terrified.

"Her water's broken."

"Huh", Duke responded, wondering if that information from Gretchen was bad.

He took over from Melissa and Debra was walked slowly to the ute. She began panting and Gretchen persuaded her to take deep slow breaths.

They eased Debra into the ute and Duke helped Gretchen and Melissa into the cargo tray and said, "Your mom's doing fine Melissa."

He handed Gretchen his phone and told her to call the hospital and then to call Gina on her cell phone to come and get Melissa. "She'll be shopping."

"She's assisting at the flower show," Gretchen said indignantly. "Why is it men think women do nothing but go shopping?"

He grinned, kissed her, patted Melissa and on the shoulder and then drove off fast without incident. At the hospital medical staff were waiting with a wheel chair. Gretchen went in with Debra and told Duke to park and bring in Melissa.

"But I don't go into hospitals and don't go where women are giving birth."

"Do what you have been told please," Gretchen said severely.

He told Melissa to get in and as they drove off she said, "Don't be worried about mum. She had me so knows how to have babies."

"Um what do you think she'll have?"

"A boy of course. I want a brother."

Duke parked without asking for the logic behind that comment. Well Melissa was only seven. He was amazed when the child took his hand before they began walking off, looked up to him and said, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, there's no need to hurry," Duke said with authority. "Mothers have false starts before they give birth."

Gretchen stood as they entered the maternity wing, appearing surprised that Duke was holding Melissa's hand, unaware it was the child holding his hand.

"They took Debra straight through into a birthing unit. I called Bevan. He wanted to finish his round of golf but I bellowed and he surrendered and has gone off to get Rogan. We feel Rogan shouldn't drive because he mightn't cope well."

"Why can't daddy cope well? Mr Caine thinks it might be hours before my brother arrives."

"Oh and on what experience or even what knowledge did you base that assessment on Duke?"

He squirmed and was saved by a nurse rushing out and saying, "Mr Donovan, come through. Your wife will be giving birth very soon."

"I'm a friend," Duke said flushing. "I'll call the dad who's on his way."

Duke grabbed his phone from Gretchen and went to call. "Jesus what's Rogan's cell phone number?"

Gretchen looked blank and a small voice piped up with the number.

"Rogan Donovan."

"It's Duke. Tell Bevan to plant his foot. Your boy is on his way."

"We are thirty seconds from turning into the hospital. How do you know it will be a boy?"

"Melissa told me."

Rogan laughed. "Thanks for reacting in double-quick time pal. Gretchen said you were brilliant after taking Debra's emergency call."

Only fifteen minutes later the nurse returned. She held out her hand and said to Melissa, "Come and see your brother darling."

Rogan began a big party at his house at 6:00. His parents were already there and Deborah's parents coming from Adelaide were still an hour away. Duke had his double oven heating up when Gretchen arrived with four trays of potatoes to roast and three chickens to put on the electric rotisserie on Duke's outdoor grill.

"I have a condom and lube with me," she said. "Want to finish what we started?"

"Let's deal with the food first," Duke said nervously.

When they finished that work Gretchen said, "Well?"

"Um I'll leave the front door open. We should hear someone coming in plenty of time to uncouple."

Well so much for that theory. Duke was about to ejaculate when Gina entered through the side door by the barbecue.

"God you two, how disgusting," she laughed, and was apparently fascinated to see where Duke had his dick.

"Oh Jesus," Gretchen wailed.

"It's okay darling, we all need sex. Finish what you're doing and then deal with these stuffed tomatoes under the grill. Duke, you owe me one and don't you forget it."

She left.

"Oh fuck, I've flooded all over my dress," Gretchen wailed, looking a little shocked.

"It's fine, you go home and change. I can handle things here."

A few minutes later Bevan arrived carrying a beer and holding one out for Duke.

"Where's Gretchen. I thought she was with you. I just saw Gina but she said she hadn't seen her."

Holding firm Duke said, "Who taught your wife to swear? She spilt cooking oil over her dress and went home to change."

"Oh, well cheers mate. You acted real neighbourly today and Debra is wrapped about you. She'll probably turn it up for you when she'd over this new baby business. You've fucked Gina haven't you?"

"No she's married."

"Oh a guy with principles eh? Well I'm telling you mate with Gina you have no idea what you're missing. She has the stamina and pussy to suck a man dry."

"You don't say. Ah for the taste of a good beer mate. Drink up and get another couple from my fridge."

About thirty adults and kids were nearing the end of dinner when Rogan took a call.

"Shut up everyone, it's Debra."

He began going round the room calling names in answer to Debra's question who was with him.

"Your parents arrived half an hour ago. They are looking great and will be in to see you later. Visiting for parents goes to 11:00 pm. Just a minute, I'll ask him."

"Duke what's your real name?"

"Duncan," said Gretchen and Gina in unison, giggling.

Rogan had a quiet discussion and then called, "Duke do you mind if we call the kid Duncan? Debs and I were expecting a girl so really hadn't narrowed down on five names on our shortlist, but now she favours Duncan. Duncan Donovan sounds about right to me."

Several guests roared yes and Duke, smiling, said, "Tell Debra I consider it a great honour and the answer is yes. She can always call him Duke when he gets older if he doesn't like the name Duncan."

When the laughter died Melissa called out, "Tell mum call him anything, just get him home to me."

Duke waited a little apprehensively till almost 1:00 am, expecting Gina to appear beside him and say out of the side of her mouth, "Into the bathroom Mr Seducer."

But Gina stayed clear. Several times he caught her looking at him and she smiled, opening her lips a little. 

Duke was among the last guests to leave. At the door Gina kissed him, full on the mouth, but with Carlo leaning on her shoulder almost asleep she didn't try anything. They and Gretchen and Bevan would call mid-morning for their children who were asleep in the playroom.

Duke crossed to his home aware he had a new interest. He was thinking about Gina fucking him.

MORE TO FOLLOW



Duke Pt. 04



Duke was seconded to spend a fortnight in Dubbo, working at the head office on the mining company that employed him at Thompson. He was filling in for the executive electrical engineer (planning and infrastructure) while he was on holiday.

The company provided him with one of the ground floor apartments it maintained for visiting VIPs so he took Misty with him. Before he left the three mothers came over with cakes and filled biscuits tins for him to take with him and joined him for a 'farewell' drink, Debra leaving baby Duncan in the care of her husband for the first time. After only one drink and the women helped him clear away, Duke left, not wishing to arrive in Dubbo and run into a driving breath-test road block. Where he lived guys drove after driving provided they could find they keys and find the vehicle's ignition lock... or could find their vehicle, er more or less. The truth was it was common knowledge country cops had a quota of drunk drivers to fill.

Duke welcomed the break because life had become rather too routine and without excitement. When jerking in the shower he often thought about pushing his dick between Gina's big tits but she'd made no effort to have the sexual encounter she'd claimed she was owed the evening she'd found him giving Gretchen an anal ravishing.

He called at head office. Most people had left for the day but the CEO saw him chatting up the receptionist and called him in. By the time Duke pulled his eyeballs from Nancy's cleavage and got her phone number and entered the CEO's office, Neville Copeland had already poured two heft whiskies.

"Sit down and thanks for helping out. It appeared inappropriate to bring in any of the mine managers to fill in for Charlie and when we went through alternatives you were first choice."

"That's bullshit Neville."

"No fair dinkum mate, it was you by a country mile. I thought I ought to be frank with you. Charlie is not on holiday. He's gone to Sydney for a big investigation, scans and all that crap. He has cancer bad. You may have to be here for a couple of months before we find a replacement."

"Why not appoint me?"

"You? But you live like a king in Thompson in that flash house of yours and women, married and unmarried, sneaking in through the backdoor at nights, or so the whisper is?"

"I'm not against relocating."

"We are looking at opening a mine 500 miles out in the desert."

"I'm against relocating."

"Ah a man I feel I can trust. I always know where I am with you, not like some of these wimps who have to have a committee meeting before they can give a decision."

"Well enough of this crap," Duke smile. "How's Jean's leg; is she back show jumping yet?"

"She's into light training thank god. I had weeks of near-hell living while that leg was immobilized. It's obvious to me just how much riding means to her so I've backed off telling her to retire. Anyway thanks for asking. I tell her you enquired. For some reason you continue to impress her."

"She must have been studying the outline of my dick."

They laughed and clinked glasses for the second time and said cheers.

Neville said, "Are you free tonight?"

"Well to go out for a drink but not to take you whoring because you're married."

Neville laughed and politely excused himself and made a call.

"Hi I have Duke with me. He's just arrived."

"Ah good, that was my thinking. Just a minute."

He turned to Duke and said Jean had invited him to dinner. Duke nodded.

"He says yes, thanks for the magnificent offer, that he looks forward to hearing the latest filthy jokes from you. I'll be home in fifteen minutes. He'll arrive at 7:00 after settling into the apartment."

The apartment was airy and opened out on to a communal pool. It was beautifully appointed and Misty explored and returned to stand by the fridge, signally her acceptance and reminding Duke it was her dinnertime. He unpacked a can of food he'd brought with him. She almost turned her nose up at it because it wasn't fish but he growled and she began eating.

He ran and bath and drinking soda water called Gina's cell phone number. She'd slipped the number to him as he was leaving so he guessed this was the reason.

"Gina De Vito speaking."

"Are you free to speak?"

"Yes the others are watching TV."

The apartment is luxurious. I'm wondering if you can sneak away and join me for a night or two?"

She sounded hesitant. "I have a girlfriend in Dubbo. I could get away for one night without raising suspicion. I'd need to spend some time with her and to explain my reason for being in Dubbo."

"That's okay. If anyone in your family felt the need to call you they would call your cell phone that would be with you wherever you were."

"Oh yes, of course. That makes me feel somewhat relieved."

"Have you done this before?"

"Ah yes but not for some years."

"Well at least that's experience and means you will be unlikely to make slip-ups. Gina I've thought of this possibility ever since the first time I saw you."

"You only see my boobs you ram."

"No it's also your bright personality, your smile and your wide mouth and flowing hair."

"Omigod, stop it. You're on the verge of making me adore myself. I better go. I'll think about this. It might be several days before I call."

Duke thought he should call Nancy the receptionist and find what he could arrange for tomorrow night. He'd invite her to meet him at a bar but in all probability she'd say no she'd come to the apartment, they could fuck and then go out to dinner. He checked his watch... oh shit almost time to go. Ten minutes later he arrived at Jane and Neville's apartment. The Copeland's also had an 80-acre farm 35 miles out from Dubbo where Jean had a female resident manager to run the horse-breeding programme and where Jean spent a couple of days most weeks training her horses and maintaining fitness for equestrian events. Duke was unaware this would be one of the most defining nights in his life.

"Oh hi," Jean said, coming to the door using a stick but she appeared to have no limp or sign of weakness.

"This is just an insurance thing," she said, waving the walking stick. "My muscles on my healing leg are weak and in favouring my good leg it's like learning to walk. I could topple without warning unless I keep my mind on the job. Neville drinks please." 

They chatted, catching up on what everyone had been doing socially and then when they were seated at the table Jean said, "Tell me about your women Duke."

"What?" he said, jaw dropping.

"I'm worried about you. Do you always wish to be a bachelor?"

He sighed and said it seemed to be inevitable.

"Why?"

Both the Copeland's almost leaned forward waiting for the answer.

"Because I can't keep hold of a woman, that's why."

Neville eased back into his chair, looking a little disappointed, but his wife's eyes flashed behind her spectacle and her chin jutted forward and she said, "Do you care to explain that?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm interested."

Duke looked as if that reply appeared non-threatening. "If you must know we start with a huge bang and then the excitement subsides. Later we both yawn and before long say goodbye to end the relationship, usually some feeble pretext being offered.

"I thought so."

Neville refilled their wine glasses and the two men looked at Jean waiting for her explanation. 

Jean asked, "Have you ever proposed to one of your women?"

"No."

"Do you buy them gifts?"

"Well yes, the longer-stay ones. I buy them flowers, perhaps some sexy underwear."

"I mean expensive gifts, like jewellery?"

"Of course not. What for?"

Jean sighed. "For goodness sake Duke, you'll never marry at this rate. All you are saying to these women is I want your body. In buying sexy underwear you are saying you want pussy dressed up."

"Jean," Neville said nervously.

"Shut up. You were almost as bad and if I had failed to assess your money-making potential I would have dump you like Duke's women dump him."

Duke disputed that. "Fair go Jean, women never really dump me, er most women don't."

"Oh no, so where are they now?"

Duke looked at Neville as if appealing for intervention but Neville stood and said he'd get another bottle of wine.

Duke used his table napkin to dab his forehead.

"How many women have you lined up to visit you at the apartment?"

Duke thought the interfering bitch but then decided what the heck and so he spoke truthfully. "One is in the wings waiting for an invitation and the other is making arrangements."

"Is that one married?"

Duke looked at the tabletop and whispered yes.

"Jesus Duke, have you had a lobotomy? How the fuck do you intend to marry a married woman?"

Neville was entering from the kitchen but on hearing that outburst swung around and returned to the kitchen.

"Well it's not like you think. This woman caught me with another woman, one of her friends, and although it wasn't said the price for keeping the first woman's mouth shut was for me to have a night with her."

"Was the other woman married?"

"Er yes."

"Jesus Duke I give up. You might be good at your job and perhaps you perform brilliantly at sex, and that wouldn't surprise me, but your tactics are flawed with holes large enough to drive trucks through them. To you a relationship with a woman is on a single plane, sex. Don't you understand women are multi-dimensional? Tell me do you take a woman out to dinner?"

"Yes of course."

"Before or after sex?"

"Well after and then we rush home for more sex."

"Oh my giddy aunt. Neville, stop skulking in the kitchen and get the fucking wine in here."

Neville marched in and said confidently, "Could you please tone down your language darling, you are not in the company of your horsy cronies."

"Oh yes, sorry guys. I just got so exasperated."

For more than an hour over dinner Jean attempted to bring Duke up to speed about women and that included what she perceived as their general likes and dislikes and dwelt on their expectations. 

During this entire confrontation, Duke gave no sign of being irritated at her being so personal or scathing. That would have been partly due to them getting to know each other very well two years ago when her mother was dying and Neville was at an international mining convention in Brazil. An SOS went out to company executives and managers for a driver, Duke had been the volunteer chosen by Jean to drive her 2210 miles to Perth and eight days later drive her back again. Jean had a fear of flying and was almost as bad about trains and that was astonishing for someone almost fifty-five who jumped horses fearlessly.

After dinner Jean was yawning and said she felt exhausted.

"Little wonder, you talking almost non-stop for almost three hours," Neville complained. "Slip off to bed, we won't mind. We could relax.

"No I'm fine. You clear away."

"I'll assist," said Duke. "And Jean, for the record let me say I appreciated the help you attempted to give me tonight. I think you have set my mind in motion and I'll be making some fundamental changes to my personal life and certainly will adjust the ways in which I deal with women... er... romantically. I have been approaching them like a piece of meat, haven't I?"

Jean shrieked in laughter. "Duke you raised that disgusting image and mentioned romance almost in the same breath; how could you?"

Neville and Duke operated efficiently, Neville loading the dishwasher and putting things away while Duke washed pots, pans and the gravy boat. They went into the lounge to find Jean asleep. Neville threw a light rug over her and put out the light and he took Duke to the veranda and then fetched coffee.

"Gosh mate I've never seen Jean go at anyone like a dog at a bone as she did with you tonight. I'll get her to phone you tomorrow to apologize."

"No forget it. She rang my bell a few times tonight. I honestly believe I've been behaving like an idiot, not seeing beyond the end of my dick."

"Well if you are sure..."

"Absolutely so just forget it huh?"

Neville continued this serious tone. "Look Duke you've set my mind going. If Charlie's on his way out I will consider you as a possible replacement. I'll brief my executive team to keep an eye on you while you are here as a temp and tell them why I want you assessed. So good luck and try to deliver well. I'll speak to Terry King tomorrow and tell him you may be required to remain here for up to two months and to ensure your deputy at Thompson is property supervised and supported. I fly to Sydney later tomorrow to check on Charlie and his wife and family."

Duke drove off carefully, having consumed a considerable amount of liquor over the past few hours. He arrived at the apartment and parked in the basement without incident. As he walked around outside with Misty and waited for her to do her business, he thought yes he owed Gina and would proceed with her but he'd not date the receptionist who was just being a slut while waiting for someone who really appealed to her to come along. Well until now he'd been acting exactly like that, but no more.

He was working next morning on finalising specifications to place for selected suppliers to quote on a replacement electrical supply standby generator for the company's Marton-Wells mine when he took a call from Jean.

"Look I wish to apologize for last night. I got on to your case and my tongue then ran amok."

"Thanks for calling but no apology is necessary. If you had made only a few comments then this would have probably have come to nothing. As it is, my mind last night began grinding away, working out new strategies and how I present myself to women."

"Well thanks for letting my off the hook Duke. I'm only trying to help. If you like I could introduce to some young women, although most of my close contacts are horse families but not all of them."

"That's fine. Providing they have great breasts and legs and..."

"Duke!"

"Oh yeah, as I was about to say providing they are fit to go kayaking and motor-cycling trail riding and... er... like opera and ballet and can hold down an intelligent conversation and are morally sound and..."

"Now you are in danger of going right over the top. I'll see what I can do because I really owe you for what you did for me, getting me to Perth while my mother could stil recognized me and could converse coherently even though that lasted only a few hours. Now this is very confidential..."

"Okay it remains between you and me."

"Neville told me over breakfast that Charlie might not last a month, it's that bad. You are to be offered the position. As you know there is no deputy for head office electrical infrastructure as Neville runs a tight ship as instructed by the board. So I suggest you begin thinking about selling your property in Thompson. You have finished all the work you had planned on that house, hadn't you?"

"Yes apart from a small lean-to laundry. Um are you that sure I'll succeed Charlie?"

"Well Neville is and he alone makes the appointment. So do nothing to blot your copybook between now and the time comes to replace Charlie."

Duke worried about having that affair with Gina. Her husband Carlo was a senior manager at the Thompson mine. If Gina and he were found out his copybook, as Jean called, it would be truly blotted. He sighed thinking if he pulled out after raising Gina's expectations, injecting some real excitement into her life, she could turn on him and that could have repercussions anyway.

He called David Bateman, a mate who worked in residential real estate sales in Thompson.

"Hi it's Duke. How's baby Susan going?"

"Oh hi. Well she's putting on weight and Brandy and I are getting much more sleep at regular hours."

"Good, good. Listen I've been seconded to Dubbo for a while and want you to list my house for sale and suggest the market price. Go in, the house is unlocked. I want it advertised for a month on Wednesdays and Saturdays in double column ads in The Central Western Daily that covers Orange and environs and the Daily Liberal here in Dubbo and place a big sign on the property and of course advertise in the Weekly Thompson Gazette. I'll return to Thompson on Saturday and pack my stuff and place it into storage. You take the front door key hanging on the keyboard in the kitchen and I'll lock the house when my stuff is trucked off because I don't want squatters moving in. Got all that?"

"Yes. I know the house well. I'd say market it at $315,000. If that house was in Dubbo you'd probably get another hundred grand, but that's how real estate goes. I can get it professionally appraised if you wish."

"No if I get $310,000 after paying agency commission I'll be happy because it's mortgage free. It was a rundown bummer when you sold it to me for seventy-two grand three years ago."

"Yeah, yeah. Well you spent big money and a hell of a lot of time on half rebuilding it and what you have done taught me more about recognizing potential. I'll take some photos and draw up a marketing plan. You make any amendments and on Saturday you can sign the listing and the agency contracts and hand me the cheque and then I'll help you pack. Now give my your address for courier delivery."

Duke dug deep into Charlie's files and found a heap of non-actioned requisitions dating back several months so discussed them with the director of operations. That meeting lasted two hours and Frank said as Duke was leaving, "Good work for not ignoring this file Duke. As I said the requisitions go back to about the time Charlie got really black news about the Big C."

That comment suggested Neville would get to hear that that discovery and that made Duke feel pleased, knowing it would probably be raised as a team meaning to ensure other executives were alerted. It was, at Friday's team meeting at which Duke attended. His subsequent discovery of numerous emails and a pile of written complaints about non-action over requisitions was also reported and the meeting discussed how to avoid that action being repeated in any department.

Mid afternoon on Tuesday Duke received a call from a female who identified herself as Lisa Fulton. She described herself as the daughter of a friend of Jean Copeland.

"Mrs Copeland said you are new in town and so I'm calling to invite you to late dinner tonight."

"Well that's a wonderful invitation. We could get pizzas and eat at my apartment."

"That won't be necessary," Lisa said a little primly. "I'll meet you at the restaurant and will drive myself home."

Oh crap, Duke thought. He'd delivered a huge sexual innuendo to a lady whose mum was bound to be a close buddy to Jean. Well he'd attempt to bail himself out of the licentious mire at restaurant, making himself out to be a real gentleman.

Lisa turned out to be rather cute with nifty puppies, er breasts, and a great bedside manner. She was a house doctor at Dubbo Base Hospital. She boggled when Duke handed her flowers and appeared not to know what to do with them and neither did the waitress when Duke asked for a vase.

"Please fetch a water jug; that will suffice."

Both women glanced appreciatively at Duke Caine, problem solver.

"I-I never been given flowers on a first date," Lisa said colouring when Duke said without thinking he was glad there would be more dates.

"Unless you're married."

"God no, I'm in the last lap of formal training. I don't really have time for men, I'm only doing this as a favour..."

She stopped, blushing furiously.

"For Jean?"

Lisa nodded.

"Well she believes she owes me. Let me tell you why."

Lisa listened fascinated and at the end she smiled and said, "Why are you drinking water?"

Duke knew but no way would he tell her he was attempting to reform. "Er it's a real health drink isn't it?"

She giggled and said did Duke wish to hear what she thought.




Duke Pt. 04



He nodded.

"I think the flowers were designed to sweeten me up after your crude attempt to get into my pants and I reacted coolly and you are waiting to order wine with the meal to give the impression you only drink minimally."

Duke coloured and fought against nodding or commenting.

"Are you aware Mrs Copeland warned me you drink excessively and are a womaniser?"

Horrified, Duke croaked "No."

"Well I applaud you for really making an effort to reform but for goodness sake your tongue must be hanging out. Order a beer. I couldn't believe it when you ordered me a cocktail and ordered a mineral water for yourself. Oh rest assured I'll only say positive things about you if Mrs Copeland queries me. I've been trained not to gossip."

"Lisa," Duke began, about to grovel.

"Order your beer. The bartender's waiting. Then you may kiss me."

The evening turned into one of the most memorable dates Duke had ever experienced.

Lisa turned out to be a real honey. Not unexpectedly she appeared highly intelligent and had amazing knowledge about so many things. She even had experienced kayaking, trail bike riding but on mountain bikes, not motor-cross bikes, loved tennis and swimming and yes, she occasionally got drunk when she had a three-day weekend off work.

Duke even remembered to avoid talking about TV and they make some progress talking about books, music and some shows they'd seen in Sydney.

Although she'd had only one cocktail and one glass of wine, Lisa's cheeks were flushed. She offered, "You know are you nothing like what I expected you to be. You've only looked at my breasts once haven't you?"

Duke decided it was timely to be brave but to take care. "Correct but that excludes the thirty sly glances."

She giggled. "Are you aware with homo-sapiens that is a fundamental purpose of breasts?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"No it's true. Duke I think you should close your mouth; you might catch a fly."

He was dumbfounded Lisa would have told him that, er on their first date.

Lisa said, "We've talked about many things but have really skirted sex."

"Um what do you want to know about it?"

She giggled and said she was a doctor.

"Oh yeah." Duke proceeded cautiously. "So do you want me to ask do you get enough sex?"

Lisa's cheeks burned. "Well deep down I guess I wanted you to ask me that."

"God you are wonderfully diplomatic and so flexible with language."

She appeared as if he'd just pinned a gold medal over her left tit... er... breast.

Lisa flushed and said simply, "Yes I will go out with you again Duke if you care to invite me and the timing is suitable. And yes I will consider going to bed with you but not immediately if you catch my drift."

"You wish to be confident about me?"

"Oh clever boy," Lisa said, pressing a thigh against his and Duke contained himself and just pushed back slightly to signal receipt of that communication.

It was another hour before she yawned politely and said she'd better go as she had a 6:00 am start.

At her car door Duke touched her shoulder and she swung into his arms and although she pressed into him her lips didn't open during kissing. But Duke didn't mind, he was now a gentleman wasn't he?

Lisa slipped into her Holden Cruze and wound down her window. "Are you aware of phone sex?"

"Yeah I think so."

"There is no need to be so cautious Duke. Give me your card and I'll email you my mobile phone number and my expected bedtimes during the coming ten days. Be aware I won't think any less of you if you don't call. Good night sweet man."

"Good nigh Lisa," Duke croaked.

He drove home elated. "Jeeze have I struck gold with Lisa. She appears to be a slow burner."

Duke received the email next day and called the 28-year-old brunette Lisa that night and eventually had her panting into your phone.

"Do you have your hand round your penis?" she puffed.

"I'm jerking it, yes."

"I'm about to climax," she wailed.

"So let it go; I'm quite a way off. The more we do this the better we'll become, just like with flesh on flesh contact."

"Flesh on flesh? Oh yikes, I'm gushing."

Caught in her excitement Duke came unexpectedly and his aim was such a stream shot right up and covered his left eye.

"Yuk."

She asked what was wrong and he said nothing. He was glad she'd gushed.

"Well I'm not; I have to clean up."

They chatted for a while and then said goodnight, she making kissing noises but switched off before he had time to reciprocate.

Duke was more than convinced that Lisa was an interesting hot bitch. Oops, he thought, and corrected. She was an interesting young lady. He went to the bathroom and flushed out his eye.

Next day at lunchtime Duke went to Orana Mall and bought two styles of hipster swimwear suitably fashioned for guys 30-plus and ran into Jean.

"Have you had lunch?" he asked.

"No but have been thinking about it. Neville decided to go to Sydney without me, knowing it would be pretty stressful as Charlie's wife is not taking this well."

"Who wouldn't?"

"Exactly," she said, glancing at him.

"Come on," he said. "My treat. Let's go somewhere where we can have a glass of wine."

"Does your company permit staff to drink during work hours?" Jean said slyly.

He smiled and said he didn't have to worry because the boss was away.

They sipped Pinot Noir and Jean said, "I had reluctant feedback. Apparently you were the perfect gentleman and a very interesting person although I already knew about the latter. The former part of her comment left me reeling."

"Thanks for sending Lisa to me. You could have warned me she wouldn't drop her knickers."

"You disgusting man," Jean smiled. "It's true I knew that but I selected her after her mum told me Lisa is very lonely, working very long hours and being on call."

"Well she is lovely and it appears we'll be dating again."

"Lisa didn't say it had been that promising?"

Duke said airily he didn't know what she was talking about and asked how was her leg.

"Feeling stronger by the day. Just take it slowly with Lisa and you will probably get what you want."

"And what is it I want?"

"Duke stop being so damn infuriating. Now please tell me exactly how you feel about Lisa. I promise not to tell."

"Right and I accept that promise and it means you don't even hint."

"Agreed."

During the next ten minutes as Duke spilled his heart, bringing great smiles from Jean.

Back at the office Duke emailed Lisa knowing she had the coming weekend off. He invited her to go with him to Thompson after she finished work next day, which was Friday, and they'd return on Sunday and explained the reason. He said he'd arrange for her to stay with a friendly neighbour.

He received a reply within the hour. Lisa wrote she'd loved to accompany him to Thompson. Duke emailed the three mothers and told them he was selling the house and shifting to Dubbo in the hope of landing a big promotion. If he didn't he intended to begin working in home renovations as a self-employed contractor. He said he'd found a lovely young woman and wondered if one of them would be kind enough to offer her a bed for the night. 

Gina called him after arriving home with the kids.

"We girls had a sidewalk meeting and it was agreed to accept my offer to host your new lady and we'd have a combined meal at my home at 8:00 tomorrow night and that should give you two time to get here after work."

"That's brilliant Gina and thanks."

"Yes well you have been a great friend. Oh under the circumstances I have decided not to come to Dubbo."

Duke protested, "But Gina..."

"Enough said on that subject Duke. It's not really your fault that life appears to at last have taken you by the hand. We'll feed the kids earlier. Oh and we girls decided not to hint of your having a promiscuous past."

"Er thanks."

"You may take that as meaning we love you Duke."

"Oh I do, and by that I mean real love as friends. You guys have been truly wonderful to me."

"Have you been to a shrink or has an older woman been lecturing you" Gina asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, yeah," Duke said and then lied, "Some old bitch in the Post Office nailed me, told me to do up my zip and then told me to repent before my black life took me to an early grave."

"Oh you idiot," Gina laughed. "We are looking forward to tomorrow night and our husbands will be over to help you pack Saturday morning early. Gretchen says Bevan is really bitching at not being allowed to go to golf but once you guys have finished and get into the beer he'll be happy."

"Great Gina and everything appears to be falling into place. The storage firm will leave packing cases beside the house and cartons on my veranda sometime tomorrow."

MORE TO FOLLOW 



Duke Pt. 05



On Friday Lisa went to the hospital by taxi, having arranged for Duke to pick her up at the hospital. She began her 10-hour day at 7:00 and actually finished at 4:45. That gave her time to grab a coffee and a sandwich after having a shower to be waiting, fresh and relaxed, when Duke arrived a few minutes after 5:00. He was of the ute and holding out his hand for her overnight bag before she got to him.

They'd called out hi and now stood awkwardly.

"I think we should kiss, what with being phone sex lovers," he said almost solemnly. 

She replied yes she agreed but look less than sure of herself.

Duke broke the impasse by putting down the bag, stepping forward and grabbing her. Lisa moaned and threw her arms round his neck and kissed him hungrily.

They pulled away and Duke grinned. "That was touch and go for a few seconds?"

"I'm not sure what it was. I had a tough day and had a sudden dip in confidence I guess."

"Well hop in and say hi to Misty my cat."

"You travel with a cat?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"What?"

He sighed and said sorry. "You must be tired. My comment about everyone travelling with a cat was a joke."

"Oh dear, sorry. I'll be a dead loss tonight."

"You'll be okay. You'll be boosted by a group of great people. You'll have the best part of two hours' sleep as we travel."

"Unfortunately I can't sleep in a moving vehicle."

Misty accepted Lisa and jumped on to Lisa's lap in the absence of an invitation. Lisa began stroking under Misty's chin. The cat began purring, Lisa said Misty was lovely and yawned and was asleep within a mile of leaving the hospital.

Duke drove fast and reached Thompson in a few minutes under two hours and was pleased his passenger had been asleep rather than gripping her seatbelt in panic when he'd overtaken vehicles and other vehicles headed towards them on the fairly narrow two land secondary road... all being, in Duke's opinion, a safe distance away. Although the street lights were on it was still twilight when they arrived.

"Wake up Lisa," he called.

"I haven't been asleep."

She looked out, straightening her hair and said, "Where are we?"

"This is my house just to the left of us, the unlit one."

"Good gracious, I've been asleep."

Duke grinned.

"Come in and have a look around and then I'll deliver you and your bag over to Gina's where you can freshen up and settle. You should have a shower."

"I had one just before I left Dubbo."

"Another one will freshen you up."

"Okay I will if Mrs De Vito invites me to do that."

Duke sighed. He wondered if she argued with her medical tutors and seniors at the hospital. She would probably call it debating or expressing a different opinion. This babe needed to learn how to relax. He called the De Vito's house and Lisa answered the phone.

"Hi it's Duke. Could you tell your mom we have just arrived and I'll bring Dr Fulton over in a few minutes? She could do with a big soak in the bath if you guys are not on water rationing but if you are a shower will do."

"Is your new girlfriend a real doctor?"

"Yes she works at the base hospital in Dubbo. He name is also Lisa."

"What? Oh I must tell mum. Bye."

Lisa glared at Duke. "You are making me feel I'm imposing asking Mrs De Vito to prepare a bath for me. And they may be on restricted water supply."

"Toughen up Lisa. My neighbours and I know how to talk to each other and if we want something we ask... we don't dither around like city bunnies. Although it's summer and we are into a Big Dry, the town water mightn't be on rationing because they commissioned a new reservoir at the start of last winter."

There was a knock and a girl of around eight in a white party dress entered.

"Oh you are so beautiful. Mom sent me over to fetch you Dr Fulton. We can't believe a doctor will be staying with us. Mom is running the bath and has found some bath salts she got for Xmas a couple of years ago. Please take my hand Dr Fulton."

Duke grinned. "This is Lisa De Vito. Gina and Carlo also have an older son called Marco."

"Oh Lisa we share the same name."

"I know. Mr Caine told me on the phone a few minutes ago. I'm so excited. It makes me feel famous."

"Take your bag with you Lisa. We can look through this house in the morning."

"The house looks stunning Duke, much better than I expected."

A couple of minutes after feeding Misty, Duke took a call.

"Hi, it's Dave Bateman. I was hoping you'd arrived. Any chance of your popping round now? It's fairly urgent. Brandy's parents are here from Orange and are itching to return home."

Mystified, Duke said okay. He'd be there in a couple of minutes.

Dave introduced Duke to Brandy's parents and after Brandy kissed him she took him in to see the new baby, who was asleep.

"What's the reason for this drama?" he said.

Brandy squeezed Duke's hand and looking flushed said, "It's best I leave the words to Dave."

Dave handed Duke a beer and hiss declined to have their wine glasses topped up. They appeared tense. Brandy added mineral water to her glass and Duke noticed her hands were shaking.

"Mate," began Dave. "Brandy and I wish to buy your house. Cedric and Joan inspected it earlier this afternoon and agree it's really what we need now we have extended our family and they know this house gets damp in winter."

"That's fine mate," Duke grinned. "You know the price. Where is the sale and purchase contract to sign?"

"Ah mate, there is an ethical consideration. Because I work for the selling agency I am required ethically to notify you in writing of that situation and I am required to furnish you with valuations from two independent registered valuers."

"Well go through that process that I can see is in place to protect the seller. Mate and I'm telling you it doesn't matter what price range those professional valuers come up with because my selling price remains unchanged at $310,000."

"Oh you darling," Brandy yelled and ran to hug and kiss Duke. "We have some money and mum and dad have agreed to act as guarantors for us over bridging finance until we sell this house and refinance."

Brandy's parents smiled and shook Duke's hand and everyone went out to see Brandy's parents off. Back in the house Dave said his boss had valued the house at between $298,000 and $312,000. 

"He wants to keep me working for him as he's aware I've had two offers to switch to other agencies so the deal is there will be no commission, and so you'll get the full $310,000."

"Sounds a good deal to me. Well guys, I'm so pleased you'll be the new owners as I put a lot of sweat into making that house a real home. I'll be back next weekend to finish the construction of the laundry at the end of the rear porch."

"May I paint it, I love painting?" Brandy said.

Duke grinned, "Jesus yes, I hate painting."

He arrived for dinner to find everyone assembled. Duke was unaware just how intently Lisa was watching everyone was greeting him affectionately, and that was not only the females.

When Duke had a tinnie in his hand Gina the hostess said, "Welcome to our little circle Dr Fulton. It's an honour to have you here. Dr Fulton asks you adults must call her Lisa. Welcome home Duke and needless to say I guess we three mothers have really missed our sidewalk chats each school day with you. You have truly been a most delightful neighbour and I'm sorry to say this but we hope you fail to sell your house and return to live here."

After the clapping died and without thinking of the consequences Duke waved his can of beer in the air and said, "Listen up everyone, sorry I was late but something came up. I've just sold my house and will receive my asking price."

The stunned silence was broken by the eldest child Pauline yelling, "Oh no, oh no." She rushed from the room greatly upset, her father Bevan racing after her to offer comfort. Gina has dropped her half-full wine glass on to the polished floorboards and it shattered. Tears were streaming down her face and she sobbed hugely. Gretchen and Debra ran to her and they began weeping.

"Oh shit," Duke said, flapping his arms uselessly. "I better leave."

"Christ man, what's wrong with you," Rogan said, handing Duke another beer. "Women like nothing better to have a good cry or to book in at the hairdresser's."

Huh? Duke wasn't aware of either of those things.

"Guys let's go," called Carlo. "It's quieter out on the back veranda and someone needs to watch the kids in the pool."

They finally began dinner at 9:15. By then and after a few wines the women were fine.

Duke was a little disappointed when kissing the other two women goodnight after Debra and her family had left much earlier. Gretchen and Gina's enthusiastic kisses and warm body presses made Lisa's two sweet little kisses during the short walk across the street seem inadequate and when he attempted to grab a breast she wriggled away laughing.

Christ didn't she know about sex but then he remembered the phone sex. Well at least she was up with the theory.

The guys came over to help Duke pack in the morning and Dave also arrived to help. Duke had called the storage firm early and was told no problem to switch to storing his household effects at its facility in Dubbo. They would load the truck that morning and it would take the load to Dubbo on Monday.

Both Lisa's arrived and the youngster took the older Lisa on an inspection of the property and they then helped to wrap china and glassware. The wives called but were told they weren't needed until 12:30 when they should arrive with drinks for the women and pizzas. People began drifting off soon after eating so Duke consulted Lisa and they announced they were leaving at 2:00. They departed and Duke felt quite emotional, sniffing as he waved to the gathered adults and some of the kids.

Then something happened that surprised him. 

"You don't have to act the tough guy. I can imagine you are churning inside and know you are leaving part of your life behind."

"I'm okay," he sniffed. "These things happen."

Lisa leaned over, careful of Misty on her lap and pulled his nearest hand off the steering well and placed it on a boob. "There, is that better?"

"Immeasurably. Jesus Lisa, are we coming closer to having sex?"

"Well I'm thinking about it more. You know I said I wanted to be very sure about you first. Nothing must upset my career path."

That was a warning but was ignored by Duke.

They didn't have sex after arriving in Dubbo. Lisa asked to be dropped off at her shared rental house. The two other women's vehicles were on the lawn so Duke didn't see any purpose in going inside. Lisa didn't call him that evening and nor did she call the next day and so he didn't call her. Christ why was she being so pedantic about knowing him? She didn't have to know him that much before having sex.

Duke took an overnight flight to Melbourne via Sydney on Wednesday to inspect suitable standby generators quoted by two suppliers than were considerably more attractively priced than his company's usual supplier in Perth. Neville the CEO agreed there was no reason why they shouldn't look at alternative suppliers. The decision would be Duke's but he should choose carefully.

Well all three suppliers were international companies of high repute so Duke expected no problem apart from assurances on endurance guarantees with the mining company doing its own maintenance, and availability of parts both now and long term.

He emailed Lisa he was leaving on the 6.30 flight and would return home sometime on Friday and perhaps they could go somewhere for dinner. While waiting for his flight to leave he called Nikki in Melbourne and she sounded delighted and it was arranged she should come to Duke's hotel for a drink anytime after 4:30. He'd explained one or even both of the firms he was dealing with would probably invite him out to dinner and then might take him clubbing.

"Why would they want to do that?"

"Well number one we are potentially a new and valued client and number two we will be paying the price of an expensive 4WD vehicle for the unit we require."

"Holy smoke. I guess I was thinking of the diesel generator we have at home to run the shearing machines in case the line power supply is disrupted."

"Think twenty times the size and output and you will have visualized the difference."

Duke had breakfast during the short wait in Sydney for his Melbourne connection and thought he should look carefully at Nikki as a contender for a permanent domestic partner with Lisa being the other. He couldn't say Nikki would win hands down at sex because he'd not rumbled yet with Lisa, if that was ever likely. Yes he should compare them closely. He patted his groin thinking he'd arrange for Nikki to come to the hotel late at night. He was well overdue for sex.

A rep for the agency representing a Japanese manufacturer met him at the airport, holding up a sign. She was Japanese but very westernised and called herself Kit. Kit had been in Australia eight years and was the CEO's personal assistant. She drove the top-of-line Lexus beautifully and for once Duke wasn't nervous about being driven by a woman. He grinned thinking about the way his mom ripped into him for expressing thoughts like that.

"About tonight," Kit said as they approached the agency's suburban facility. "Mr and Mrs Isogawa would be honoured to entertain you over dinner if you are available. Later in the evening I am available to take you for drinks at a club or a series of clubs."

Duke was tempted but although Kit was very attractive she had no discernible breasts and appeared to have no body shape. Jesus just a pencil, he sighed.

"I would appreciate it if you could advised Mr Isogawa that unfortunately I am otherwise engaged," Duke lied, thinking the American agency would probably toss an American female with big tits at him. Or at least hips substantial enough to hold on to. God no wonder Lisa didn't appear to really like him and when she found out how he thought, like someone out of a cave, she'd high-tail it.

A driver for the other agency picked Duke up at 1:00. The guy was effeminate and substandard at conversation. Duke wondered how the women he knew would rate his expertise at conversation. Substandard?

There were six guys in the board room drinking chardonnay so Duke thought it polite to ask for wine instead of beer.

The chief executive asked, "Where's Leigh?"

One of the guys said he'd fetch her.

Her? Duke had thought Lee would be a guy. He asked the two guys talking to him who was Leigh.

"An American babe but don't think she's a bunny. She's our sales manager and what she doesn't know about generators isn't worth knowing. She has a masters in electrical engineering and worked in GE helping to assemble generators when she was at college and then university."

Duke eyed the blonde with moderately sized tits enter. She winked at him and he almost dropped his wine.

Late afternoon as Duke was leaving Leigh invited him to her home for dinner.

He accepted and she whispered he wouldn't be required to behave because her husband was attending a convention for maxillofacial surgeons. From that Duke assumed the husband had the expertise to repair the faces he pummelled of guys he caught seducing his wife. 

* * *

Duke was horrified at the physical change of Nikki. She's packed on weight and had two curved eyebrow rings above one eye and a stud inserted just below her bottom lip. 

But she hadn't changed. "Oh it's so lovely seeing you again... how have you been?"

"Fine thank you," he said stiffly. 

"Oh come on Duke, piercing for jewellery is part of modern life. You should see my pussy rings.

"P-p-p..."

He couldn't repeat the words pussy rings.

"Do you still adore Gina?"

"Yes," he said, glad the conversation was normalizing.

"She has a simply pussy ring or haven't you managed to get that far with Gina?"

"Let's get a drink," Duke croaked, propelling fatty by the arm to the bar.

"I'll have beer," she said. "I know I shouldn't because it's piling the weight on me but Gavin and the gang all drink beer and I wish to conform."

"Gavin?"

"My fiancée."

"Oh congratulations."

"Thanks. In case you're wondering how I know Gina has a piercing..."

"You have had sex with her."

"Yes, clever boy."

After Nikki left, Duke kissing her warmly because in all other respects she was still the Nikki he'd known intimately for three weeks, he went up and showered. But he then had a change of heart and called Leigh.

"I've had a change of mind about coming to your home."

"That's okay, I haven't started dinner. Have you had second thoughts about committing adultery?"

"What? Um yes and not being coerced into making a business decision."

"Well let's go out somewhere for a drink and dinner. We both need to eat and I'm lonely with my husband being away at that convention in Brisbane."

"You said he was in America."

"Oh did I?"

They arranged to meet at Grossi Florentino Restaurant in Bourke St located in easy walking distance for Duke. Leigh gave him directions.

Leigh greeted him with a breathtaking kiss and when running his hands down the sides of her silver dress Duke thought was he insane, allowing a woman of this calibre slip through his fingers.

"Oooh," she said, feeling his fingers stop at her hips. She pressed into him.

She was all dolled up but her tits looked saggy and Duke found out why. She whispered she was not wearing any underwear.

He was aware he was still breathing a little heavily as they went straight to the table at his suggestion. As she sat she casually pulled the top of her dress wider and just eyed him. Duke already knew she was well endowed but seeing tit flesh while eating was always so comforting.

Later as Leigh was about to step into the cab after kissing him, almost primly, she asked had he made his decision, as she was interested to know if he'd have sex with her after he'd made his decision?

"I'll have to let you know," he smiled. "I now have to compare the offers of three suppliers."

Duke was lying on his bed jerking his dick when his phone went. He sighed thinking it would be Leigh crying and asking could she come over because she was lonely.

"Hi. Something unbelievable has happened to me. I find I'm missing you."

"Hi Lisa, lovely to hear your voice. I'm just back after being out to dinner with one of the sales teams."

"Well don't be seduced with people being overly nice to you. That is a form of corruption."

"No I won't."

"I'm calling because I feel the urge for phone sex."

"You didn't think of calling your mother."

There was a pause and Duke thought of no, he'd gone too far. But then he heard a slight giggle that galloped into a full one and then she puffed, "God you are foul."

They talked and then began talking dirty and Duke finally aimed low and blew a wad on to his chest.

"God why can't I get myself off like this?" Lisa wailed. "I'll have to have another shower."

Duke smiled and after they completed the call went to sleep with his chest and stomach in a bit of a mess. He thought he'd like to wake in the morning and focus on Lisa.

On the flight home via Sydney he decided he'd accept the price he already received from the Perth supplier of the German-made generator. Although the price was a bit higher than both the Japanese and American comparative product it was a simple equation he could have made without leaving Dubbo. The Perth supplier's product was already proven in Australian mining conditions and the company already had it installed in its other mines and so during warranty the suppliers two-man crew would inspect the new generator while going to the company's other mines on similar inspections. Also as older generators were replaced they could be stored for salvaging reusable parts. Even so, in going to Melbourne he'd established contact with two other suitable suppliers to mention when requiring the Perth supplier 'to sharpen its pencil' before quoting pricing which he'd now do anyway before placing the firm order. He'd also been able to see Nikki and, well with relief almost because of the age gap, confirm he was well over Nikki.




Duke Pt. 05



As the boring flight continued, flying over country west of Sydney is not in your dreams like flying over the Amazon of even New Zealand, he yawned and thought why bother with Lisa? God he'd been patient with her but it seemed to her that engaging in actual sex for her was an aversion. Perhaps she regarded a leaking erection of a creepy, crawly thing. He sighed and fell asleep.

Leaving the airport, turning on to Cooreena Rd, Duke was a little dismayed that Lisa had not gone to the airport in a cab to meet him and kissed him, clawing his back through his jacket and shirt, drawing blood, and parting her full lips had with bright eyes and slightly drooling whimpered to be taken to his apartment for him to fuck out her lights.

He sighed and decided to accept his expectation of women were set rather too high.

Lisa called late next morning and accused, "You didn't call?"

God did she think they were married already? He was tempted to say no he'd been too busy fucking the female pilot but knew that would only trigger a conversation did Qantas have female pilots... or perhaps did Qantas have female pilots who fucked.

But Duke was experienced in handling women. He used a conciliatory voice and simply said sorry.

As to be expected his caller with superior intelligence and superior education felt guilty and hastened, "Oh that's all right. I'm glad to have you back home. Was Misty in good shape with Mrs Copeland calling twice a day to feed her and take her out to um..."

"Do her business?"

"Oh yes, what a cute expression. Quite unexpected from you."

Huh?

Had she been engaged in retrospective thinking during his absence?

Adopting a royal command voice Lisa said, "My parents expect you for dinner this evening."

Who the hell did she think she was bossing him around like this? Instead of replying directly he asked, "When are we going to fuck Lisa; I could be dead in another thirty to forty plus years?"

"You can't talk to me like that," she said, her voice rising. "I was talking to you about my mother's invitation."

Huh? Didn't the mother fuck either? Well at least that meant he and her dad would have something in common to discuss.

"Lisa!"

"What? I don't hang up even on rude people."

"I have been working hard over long hours and..."

"I know, so let's call a truce. I think I can grab a couple of hours sleep here at the hospital this afternoon and that will put my in a better frame of mind. Why are you so eager to have sex with me?"

Duke thought to hell with bullshit. "Because it's what I do Lisa."

She giggled and said to call at her house just after 6:30 and he should dress neat casual and should be aware he'd be under inspection.

Duke and Lisa kissed and got underway.

"Will it be daylight when we arrive?" Duke asked.

"Yes, it's seventy-eight miles from Dubbo."

"Good your dad might want to walk me over the farm."

"Walk?" Lisa giggled. "The station covers 420 square miles or 27,000 acres. If the aircraft he shares with two other graziers is not being serviced he might fly you over our patch."

They arrived to find the 'cattle stop' at the road entrance to the property blocked by a big earth-moving machine called a scraper. It was used to former tracks and to maintain damns. A guy in a dark blue boiler suit, read faced and sweating under his glasses, looked as if he was about to blow a boiler.

"Hi dad," Lisa said, kissing him and ignoring the sweat.

"Hi hon. This fucker has blown a tyre."

"Dad this is a guy I'm dating, Duke."

"Hi Duke, a city boy eh?"

Duke didn't take kindly to the patronising tone.

"Yeah, these days I am. Bert don't these things have permanent jacks to lift any wheel?"

"Yeah but that's no fucking use right now. I'll have to take off the jack assembly that appears to have lost oil, probably through a damaged piston and replace it with the one from that other side but that can wait till the morning. I have a worn tyre on a wheel as a spare. Leave you vehicle here and we'll walk the fucking half mile to the house."

"Why don't you phone your wife to come down and pick us up?"

"Oh yeah, good thinking," Bert said, looking at the visitor with something that could pass for grudging respect.

Patricia came down in a dinosaur of a Land Rover.

"Old girl but new motor and running gear."

"Are you talking about the driver or the vehicle?"

Bert slammed Duke between the shoulders and laughed loudly.

Patricia took a careful look at Duke when introduced and then offered her hand.

"Don't you kiss?"

She grinned and said she might get to like him and then kissed Duke.

"God you are hard."

"Mum!"

"His arm and shoulder you fool," she grinned at Lisa. "I had hold of an arm and the other shoulder, in case he ran in fright when I went to kiss him."

"I think I'm going to like you Patricia."

"You have a lady's man with this one hon."

As they stopped outside the homestead Duke looked across at the open front farm machinery shed and said, "Why don't you ladies go inside and catch up while Bert and I get the spare wheel on to that front bucket loader."

"Jesus Bert," said his wife. "Why didn't you think of that? It's called practical farming."

"I was in such a fucking temper having a real paddy I just didn't think."

Duke said, "Ought you use the F-word in front of ladies?"

Bert growled what ladies.

"Thump him Duke," Patricia yelled.

"Nah he's had enough stress for one day. Run a hot bath for your dad Lisa. We'll lift the front end of the scraper with the tractor bucket and change the wheel. We'll be back inside fifteen for a beer."

"You talk country boy."

"He was raised on a wheat farm out of Parkes dad."

After that Duke felt he was quite a hit with the family.

Arriving just after midnight outside Lisa's apartment he leant over and kissed her.

"Mum and dad really liked you and don't say I'm only guessing. Mum told me."

As Duke was kissing Lisa again he worked a hand under her skirt.

She closed her knees on that hand and he was about to withdraw when her legs opened. He drew his hand down softly over her panties above her pussy and then withdrew, satisfied she knew he now knew she had a pussy, er if she thought that way.

Next day after Duke came out of Neville's office, confirming he'd ordered the new standby generator from the supplier in Perth, and explaining why, Neville's PA Nancy offered him coffee. He sat at her desk and she served, making sure she bent over him slightly so he could feel her breast on his arm.

"I'm still sore at you not making a hit on me when I went out of my way to signal you were invited to do that." Nancy said, sitting on her chair and lifting her coffee mug to her lips.

"I honestly thought my dick would be too big for you."

She scowled. "Don't you think I ought to be the judge of that?"

"And one of the guys said your father is a Presbyterian minister."

"Who the hell was that spreading that false rumour? That guy is about to lose his balls. Who is he?"

"Dunno. It was my first day here and I didn't know who people were."

"Well what does he look like?"

"Um he wore glasses."

Nancy scoffed and claimed Duke was being evasive.

"Well to tell the truth I'm dating a doctor."

"Who?"

"Doctor Lisa Fulton."

"Oh, I know her. I grew up near them... our farm was only thirty miles from theirs. Ah you'll be lucky to get it from Lisa. From what I understand she is saving it till she marries."

"Any you believe that? Golly Nancy you women believe anything you're told. The only decision she's made is not to give it to me because of my reputation."

"Your reputation?" Nancy asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, I got knocked up with a STD."

"Omigod. Have your coffee and go."

"It was a despicable rumour Nancy put about by a girlfriend I dropped because she only liked anal."

Nancy licked her lips. "You do anal?"

Duke could have kicked himself. He was doing so well until he foolishly dropped in that bit about the anal-addiction. He decided to say no more and perhaps leave Nancy confused.

"Thanks for the coffee. I'll finish it in my office."

"Have you been cleared with an STD test?"

"Would you go through an STD test on the basis of a rumour Nancy?"

Duke glanced at Nancy as he left. She looked totally confused.

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Duke Pt. 06



Shortly before Friday's management meeting was due to start Neville entered Duke's office and closed the door.

"The worst has been confirmed for Charlie and he's resigned. The job is yours if you want it?"

"Yes please."

"That pleases me Duke. You will be right for the position with higher promotion within your grasp if you do well. Your salary will increase by $32,800 in line with seniority and responsibilities. Your company vehicle will be a new Holden 2 litre Captiva 7 AWD diesel sports utility, your choice of manual or auto and it will have company naming on it. Our fleet is all black so you choose black. Your occupancy of the apartment ends in two weeks from Monday with is the day your promotion commences. Come on, time for the meeting. I'll announce your appointment then."

After the meeting Duke left a message for Lisa to call him and she did almost three hours later.

"Sorry not to reply sooner but we had a bunch of people, happily all without life-threatening injuries, from a bus that failed to take a bend in the highway."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes and thanks for asking but this is just routine. We young doctors are placed in hospitals to toughen us up as well as to advance our training."

"I like the way you are now. Don't change too much."

"Oooh. That's nice. Oh we've had bad news. The owner of our rental house is returning so we have four weeks to make alternative arrangements."

"Good then move in with me."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Um you mean to also sleep with you?"

"Yes."

"Wow. I have been thinking of that prospect quite a bit lately. You are aware I have another three months to go to complete my internship and then I start a new level of training as a resident medical officer, hopefully at Dubbo base but not necessarily here?"

"Yes," Duke said vaguely, not really taking that in. All he thought was for the next three months things should be static.

"And after every six weeks I am scheduled to work 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. although I usually get some sleep during the night but at the hospital?"

"Yes."

"You asking me before was I all right is an example of how I'm thinking more positively about you."

"Well don't make errors of judgement."

She laughed and said also few people made her laugh as often as he did. "Could I have twenty-four hours to think about your offer and talk to my flatmates?"

"Of course. Take as long as you wish."

"Thank you. I'm sorry to be chewing in your ear but I'm also seizing this break to eat. Oh why were you calling?"

"To tell you I've just been appointed to my temporary position permanently and a new Captiva goes with it and my salary tops 100 grand. It will be all-wheel drive because two of our mines are in rather remote territory. I am required to make bi-monthly routine visits to each mine and of course go in to assist if the resident electrical engineer runs into problems."

"Oh congratulations Duke. I'm so proud of you."

"Aw shucks."

"Come on, stop clowning. So what will happen to Gipsy Rose?"

"I'll sell her but not to a young hoon."

Lisa asked could she mention the availability of Gipsy Rose to her mum. 

"The so-called new engine was actually a reconditioned engine and while the Rover was great for traversing the station it was coming to the end of its useful life as an adequate highway vehicle. Mum was talking about getting a pre-owned Toyota Land Cruiser but I recall how her eyes lit up when I told her you call your ute Gipsy Rose."

"Yeah why not tell her. She can come to town and take it for a spin and get a couple of prices from dealers and then tell me how much will she pay me for it. I'm the only owner."

"That's rather casual."

"We'll I don't aim to do a hard deal with a woman whose daughter I'll be fucking."

"God Duke, you are so embarrassing. Mum already likes you and said to me you were the kind of guy people associating with you know what they see and hear is what they get. Mum is a great judge of character."

"You wouldn't be lying to me would you little darling?"

"Duke of course I wouldn't and you know that. I call you later with details. I'm taking you out for a swanky dinner tonight to celebrate your promotion."

"Shouldn't I be taking you?"

"No of course not."

Duke scratched under his chin thoughtfully and said he didn't understand.

"I asked first Duke. Don't you comprehend simple logic?"

He laughed and called her a cheeky bitch and she laughed and said she must go.

They had a great night out and some cuddles. Duke made progress in the ute later when he dug out a tit and worried it without Lisa resisting. When he'd developed a boner and the nipple was hard he pulled Lisa's hand on to his dick. She left her hand there and made no protest but the hand stayed lifeless as if set in stone.

Duke knew he had to force the pace so when pulling away after she finally tongued him, he deciding not to push in his tongue, he whispered, "Suck my cock."

"Very well. Pull it out for me."

He almost said don't bother but remember what he sometimes told himself, that all women were different. His goal was to fuck Lisa, and fuck her regularly, and it was clear if there were to get to that stage it would be at her pace. So he pulled out his dick and she went straight down on it once they adjusted to avoid the protruding console between the seats.

Her lips went down it so smoothly that Duke figured she must have worked up some saliva beforehand and that mean she wasn't a novice. And that proved to be correct. She bobbed up and down on it for quite some time and as she began slowing he said kindly that would do for her trial run.

"I'll jerk you off providing you don't wet me."

"What will you swallow it?"

"You have to be kidding."

He said he didn't have a towel so not to bother. "You did fine Lisa. I like you sucking my cock."

"I'll try to be more satisfying for you next time. I'm really tired tonight."

"Oh goodie, there is to be a next time?"

She giggled and he kissed her before she'd reached up with her handkerchief to wipe her mouth wet with saliva.

She said as they broke apart and she wiped her mouth and chin, "That wasn't very hygienic kissing me."

"Well Doctor Fulton, you ought to know sex is not hygienic."

They laughed while straightening their clothes.

* * *

Lisa called he mum next morning after completing her routine duties.

"Oh hi darling. It's nice knowing you have some downtime allowing you to call."

"Indeed. Mum Duke 's has accepted his temporary position on a five year contract."

"Yes I know. Jean has only just finished talking to me. She said he's doing very well and Neville had no hesitation in promoting him. He gets a rise of more than $30,000 and a company vehicle."

"Mum that is so unfair... you know what salary I'm on and have to slave to earn it."

"Yes dear, you ought to have qualified to become a mining engineer."

"Like hell... my heart is not in a hole in the ground."

"Just remind yourself of that darling and also think ahead to the times when you'll be heading for a salary of $200,000 if you tailor your career path and make the right decisions, for example because a specialist consultant."

"It's not only about money."

"I know it isn't darling. Your dad and I farm because we chose it as a way of life. Just remember that. This will be a useful little chat for you. So you now have a permanent boyfriend."

"Mum, don't pressure me."

"Are you two having sex?"

"Mum!"

Patricia clucked. "What? That's a perfectly normal question for a mother to ask an adult daughter who dates infrequently."

"If you must know he's only touched me twice but we do have phone sex."

"Phone sex. What on earth is that?"

"Oh god," Lisa wailed. "Me and my big mouth."

The thirty-minute phone call finished with Lisa unable to believe her mum's claim that Lisa was in love with Duke whom she'd unwittingly described as more like a Ferrari than a family sedan. Naturally her mum pounced and said never, never had Lisa made such an impressive comparison with any other male she'd ever dated.

Lisa put down the phone and thought in future when with her mother she'd just listen rather than chat. Her mum was too street savvy for her. Lisa giggled thinking that was a rather inapt description for a woman who lived in near isolation on a farm but she knew what she meant.

* * *

It was late afternoon and Lisa was on night duty for the next two weeks. Duke sat in the office of Mrs Lewis of Chong and Lewis Real Estate while she completed a phone call to a vehicle panel repair firm. He'd heard he say she'd hit a roo (kangaroo) the previous night.

"Chuck please repair the front end and fit roo bars ASP."

Duke looked through the glass partition some of the ten to a dozen real estate salespeople he could see at work. Three pretty blondes were nearest him and one looked up and smiled through parted lips. He thought about asking Mrs Lewis for that woman.

Mrs Lewis registered Duke as a client and said the salesperson would take further details.

"So you require quick positive action working with a switched on salesperson who is professional to the core and who want bother taking you to view crap?"

Duke looked surprised. "Yeah that's exactly as I put it when you were writing. I thought you'd only be half listening."

"I deal with thirty or so new prospective clients every day Mr Caine."

"Well you have skills Mrs Lewis. Um could you assign that lady the third one down on the left behind the half-screen? She's on the phone now."

"I really don't believe I can Mr Caine," Mrs Lewis said drolly. "Jessie has just become engaged and besides she works in rentals. I'll give you Bell."

Duke thought well at least she knew to give him a blonde.

Mrs Lewis picked up her phone and called the salesperson. "Bell could you come and qualify a new client and then look after him please."

Duke was disappointed the other two nearest blondes had not picked up their phone. Then from a side office came a woman as tall as Duke with shoulders just as wide and close-cropped hair the colour of burnt barely. She smiled at him as she approached while fiddling with an earring.

"Mr Caine, please meet our residential sales manager Isabella Street."

"Oh hi Mr Street, you look dashing. I've seen you around town... you drive a red ute."

Duke had walked to the agency so she couldn't have seen him drive into the car park. Perhaps big babe was switched on?

They shook hands. Her grip was firm and she said to call her Bell and he said to call him Duke.

"I'd like you to fit me out."

She looked at his chest so he looked at hers and their eyes met. "Oh I'm sure we can do that Duke. Where would you like to buy?"

"How do you know I'm not a renter?"

"Mrs Lewis wouldn't have bothered calling me to service a renter."

Ah brains.

They looked at properties on Bell's computer, sitting very close. At one stage Duke sniffed her hair and pulled back wondering what the hell he was doing but noticed she hadn't pulled away.

He was looking for a 'do-up' with big potential and it had to be in a good location, traditional in design, preferably double-brick and with a swimming pool.

"I get the picture, one of the worst houses in a good street."

"That's it."

"And you don't want to look at new houses in new subdivisions that we are acting exclusively for the developers?"

"That's it."

They ended up with a list of ten. 

"Well let's take a look at two and then we can do the same tomorrow late afternoon and then complete the next afternoon."

Duke countered. "Let's drive by all ten and perhaps I can then shorten the list and allow you to get back to running your people and attending to half a million plus buyers."

"Don't you think I'd rather be driving and looking with you Duke?"

"Meaning?"

"Well I'm at a lose end at present. My partner is in Tasmania working on a contract."

"Partner?"

"Well lover if you wish. We are both divorced."

"Then I guess you are free for dinner this evening?"

"I was hoping you'd ask."

They sat at a bar with cocktails. Duke had been home to shower and shave and call Lisa. She was not available so he left a message to say he'd be out and wondered if she would think that was code for him saying he'd be with another woman. Well she had the answer, if she wanted to commit he'd commit, at least that was how he felt at the moment.

Bell arrived in a blue wrap thing with a little jacket of the same material that didn't have buttons. She looked stylish although she couldn't do much with the mess she called hair although it was tidy. Her make-up was superb.

They greeted and he said smoothly, "Are you wearing perfume?" 

She took the hint to invite him to find out. He kissed behind an ear, kissed her lips and they parted slightly and then he kissed at the top of her quite noticeable cleavage.

"The verdict?"

"Lilac water?"

She simply giggled and said yes to a drink and chose a Bloody Mary. He chose Whisky Sour.

They sat facing each other, resting an arm on the bar.

Their knees touched. He thought she must have moved forward. They looked down at their knees. Bell's were exposed as the hem rested just above them but his were under his cream pants. He wore a tan shirt and a darker brown light jacket but no tie.

"No tie," she said. "Will they allow you into the dinning room here?"

"God Bell, this is only Dubbo. Will they allow you in without panties?"

"Oooh, how did you guess that?"

"I caught a whiff."

"Liar," she giggled and they were away, knowing what would be coming up later.

As they were leaving, arm in arm he said, "I'm actually courting at the moment."

"Well these things happen. Tonight you are mine. My place or yours?"

"My place."

"Nice size," Bell said as she pulled it out and blew on Duke's dick. "I'll need you to use a condom. I have..."

"No problem," Duke said and reached for his pants and pulled out his wallet.

Bell proved to be a really strong and active woman. She was thirty-nine and said she played senior-grade tennis and indoor basketball and swam a lot.

She got off both times, but each time after him and that really impressed Duke.

The next evening Duke inspected three properties. He saw so much potential in the third that had a new swimming pool surrounded by trees with the sides raised to reduce fallen leaves being blown into the water that he asked Bell to take him back to the office to prepare a formal offer, which he signed and asked her to present it.

She warned him the owners were very conservative people and might take a couple of days of dithering to make up their minds.

"Tell them this offer is non negotiable, that I said to accept it or reject it. They have forty-eight hours to decide."

* * *

Lisa came off night duty on Friday morning for the luxury of a three days off and so slept for most of Friday but had Duke around for dinner with her two flatmates Julie and Sue who were still undecided where to relocate. Then on Saturday morning Lisa and Duke were booked with two other unmarried doctors with partners to kayak down the Macquarie River that cuts through Dubbo, paddling with the flow for 22 miles with a long spell for lunch on Saturday and then camping in small tents overnight and then paddling a leisurely 13 miles next day to Camping Reserve where they would call to be picked up and returned to Dubbo.

Duke had already briefed Lisa about putting an offer on a solidly structured home off Fitzroy Street, so over dinner with her flatmates when the subject of relocating came up she said, "Duke is waiting to hear about his offer on a do-up on Tamworth just off Fitzroy Street and has asked me to move in with him."

Julie and Sue looked stunned. "You of all people intending to move in with a guy?"

"Well yes... mum likes Duke."

"Well who wouldn't," Julie said. "But you're never brought a guy to this house, ever."

"I have a big dick," Duke said, thinking it was time to enter the conversation and watched the three women looking at him horrified.

He scratched an ear and said sheepishly, "I think that rather back-fired."

Julie couldn't help herself and began giggling and within seconds the other two women were laughing.

Lisa said, dabbing at her eyes, "You guys can see I have some training to do on him."

Sue said it would appear Lisa would have an interesting time ahead of her. "Perhaps Duke will be more than a handful."

The women shrieked in laughter and ears burning Duke dug in the bag he'd carried in and said, "We'll here are a couple of fine reds and two sparkling wines to get this party underway."

Julie looked out the window and said Tim and Alfredo were arriving with beer, nibbles and ice cream. "Yeah, let's party! Please hold dinner back Sue." 

* * *

Duke called for Lisa in time to be at Lions Park for the riverside briefing at 7:15. 

He kissed Lisa and grabbed a breast and wriggled it.

"God how can you be so bright after putting so much booze away last night?"

"I'm used to belting the grog along and you're not. Simple as that. Here drink this sports drink, it will give you the boost you required."

"I really don't think..."

"Drink it," came the command and Lisa sipped away like a good girl.

They reached the launching spot and parked. Duke wrongly assumed the two women were doctors when actually one was a computer IT manager and the other was a Government conservation officer. Their male partners were young doctors. 

The six of them were experienced paddlers so the guy gave a short lecture on water safety, to drink only bottled water, to light no open fires and then demonstrated how to assemble and erect one of the tents.

"They are very small," Deborah said.

"Lady you'll be so tired paddling and calling out to the other women in their kayaks you'll be too tired for sex or walking about inside a tent."

"Oh no sex? That makes this excursion a bummer," Deborah complained straight-faced.

"Well perhaps a little."

"How far in should John insert?"

"Well guys," that completes the briefing, said Evan the embarrassed hire centre assistant manager. "You guys are now on your own. Take care and don't ram anyone."

"Does that apply to John?" Deborah said sweetly.

Evan said oh crikey and hurried off.

The team had no support crew in land vehicles to service them and so had to stow their provisions and change of clothes plus smaller equipment inboard and then attach the tents and basic bedding in waterproof packs at either end of their kayaks.

There was a discussion about kayaking experience and clearly Duke appeared way out ahead. He was voted team leader.

"Okay, on one condition," he said. "On the water you guys do what I say which won't be much."

Everyone agreed. They knew they had a weir to negotiate.

Good progress was made because everyone was fit and although it was summer there was sufficient depth of water, x, to keep them clear of submerged snags and rocks. 

Bird life was abundant and they welcomed the shade at times from overhanging red gums. At one stage Lisa spotted something in the water and Duke held up his hand as arranged and the other two kayaks behind in a line were brought up beside him and everyone watched a fox swim across a pool to a bank, shake itself and disappear into a thicket.

They went past a group of ten canoes and kayaks of families with young children who chatted with them as they went past and later four very fit looking women in double kayaks overtook them. 

Duke wanted to take the women on at a paddling dual but Lisa said no, she was tiring.

They had cold salads and wine on a sand bank a couple of miles after stopping at Terramungamine Reserve where there were toilets. After lunch it was a steady non-stop paddle of just under four hours to their overnight camping site on Dickygundi Reserve.




Duke Pt. 06



"Oh no, there are no facilities," Lisa wailed.

"Who planned this trip?" Duke asked and grinned when everyone looked at everyone else.

"Well we are carrying one toilet roll for emergencies," Duke said. "John you take charge of it and don't allow it out of your sight and no favouritism. Just ration it carefully, remembering people will want their ration in the morning. If anyone suffers dysentery then tough, they'll have to supplement their ration with vegetation."

"Or use their towel," Deborah said being practical. "Once washed the towel will be bone dry in this heat in under two hours."

"Well aren't we learning a valuable lesson in life?" said Philip's Rosemary, the conservation officer, and most people stretched and sighed as if acknowledging the truth.

Team leader Duke Caine lifted everyone's spirits. "Okay let's get the craft up the bank and then everyone off for a pee and then let's break out the booze."

They relaxed drinking and chatting for a couple of hours and then the women said they would erect the tents. 

The men lay back watching the women at work and grinning, waiting to be called to assist. But as a conservation officer Rosemary was very experienced in camping and had it all sorted in minutes.

She then marched over, obviously assuming the role of Camp Mother. "Okay guys start cooking after gathering wood. I bought two old fry pans that can be placed on the open grills."

"Can't we just have a few more beers?" John yawned.

"If we have an inadequately cooked meal and served late there will be no sex," Rosemary said sternly and smiled as the men scuttled off to fuel the fireplace and cook the steaks, fries and the thawed frozen vegetables.

As the flies worrying them were replaced by night insects as twilight deepened and the men had cleaned up after the meal and made coffee, John pulled out a mouth organ and everyone began signing, mostly indifferently or even badly in the case of Duke. Then they broke up, John pulling a reluctant Deborah away from the campfire and much later her squealing kept others awake and then the weary paddlers were all asleep.

Lisa had led Duke by the hand to their tiny tent. She was wearing a headlamp.

"H-how will we undress?" she murmured.

"By removing our clothes outside the tent."

"Um will we sleep nude?"

"Yes but under a sheet unless you brought your chin to toe woollen nightie."

She whispered for Duke to be kind. "I've never slept with a man before this."

"What are you...?"

"Of course not," Lisa sighed. "I have been ravished several times most years since I turned eighteen but I've always sent them packing before they had a chance to fall asleep. The ground will be hard and uncomfortable won't it?"

"Probably."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaagh. I'm c-o-o-o-m-i-n-g!" Deborah announced to the world, the first of four screeches over the next hour.

"Oh god, let's get into our tent and do it," Lisa said, pushing Duke by his bare ass into the tent. They were tired, the ground was hard and it was uncomfortable and so the sex could only be described as forgettable. They yawned into a kiss, Lisa took back the towel after Duke finished with it and they said goodnight.

Deborah's screaming again awoke the other two couples at 8:30 next morning; it seemed clear by the noise that John must already be awake too.

They reached Camping Reserve a little more than eight and a half miles where they'd camped for the night and they had lunch and waited for Evan to arrive to pick up the hired equipment from them. Duke said quietly to Lisa, "Want to come to the apartment for a real fuck?"

"Darling do you mind if I go home and collapse into my bed?"

Lisa sat with her mouth open. Duke grinned and asked was he really a darling or was that just forgotten past dialogue re-emerging?

"What? I just called you darling. I'm not sure if I meant to say it."

"Then take it back."

"No I think it's okay; it's just that it might not have been the appropriate time to let it slip."

"The timing was good. I heard it loud and clear. If I had been fucking you and you let it slip I might have been concentrating too much and missed hearing it."

"Oh Duke, you are so much to the point with the images you create with your words," she yawned.

"Eh?"

The arriving Evan flashed the headlights of his Toyota Land Cruiser putting a trailer fitted with kayak holding racks.

After checking everything Evan tore up the cheque for a $500 held as a bond to cover missing items of damaged equipment and handed it to Rosemary. That told Duke it had been Rosemary who'd organized the trip but the cunning bitch had not owned up to being responsible for the planning when they'd landed at Dickygundi Reserve to find no toilets and washbasins.

When Duke and Lisa boarded Duke's ute he checked his phone and played one of the messages on speaker to allow Lisa to hear it.

"Hi Duke it's Bell. The Simpson's have counter-signed your offer so the property is yours. Could you call in to the office sometime tomorrow to finalize? They would like to meet you and I said your partner would like to see the property. I know you are only dating Lisa Fulton but thought I'd say partner to make sure they invited you both to view the property during the next day or two at your convenience. God I wish all sales and purchases could be this quick and clean. You rate as one of my best clients ever."

Duke wisely clicked the phone off at that point because in her next breath Bell said, "And you rate as one of my best fuck-a-doo-doos ever."

Lisa screamed and leant over to be kissed, almost dislocating Duke's neck when jerking him closer.

"Oh you brilliant man. You have your own home and I have a landlord"

"Yes it works out neatly, doesn't it? Mind you when I begin substantial renovations you'll be bitching about the disruption including dust and banging and materials left everywhere."

"I'll survive and when not working or sleeping will probably help you."

Lisa and Duke went to inspect the house on Tuesday after Lisa had finished her day shift at 6:00. Settlement would be in thirty days.

Elderly Mr and Mrs Simpson met them, obviously excited, and it was the first time they and Duke had met. They recognized Lisa as although being retired farmers they remained members of a rural social club of which Lisa's parents were office bearers.

Mrs Simpson invited Duke to show Lisa around but he suggested the Simpson's take them on the inspection and tell them what they liked and disliked about the property.

"Dislike?" Mr Simpson frowned.

"Yes sir. I will be substantially upgrade the home but preserving it's character of course such as relining after installing modern insulation, putting in a new kitchen, adding en suites and looking at anything else that could be upgraded while preserving the character of this fine home."

"Preserving the character eh?"

"That's what he said Harold, twice," said Mrs Simpson.

Moving beside Lisa she said, "Let's start with the kitchen dear."

The men followed.

As they completed the interior tour and went out on to the back porch Lisa said, "This is a splendid home Mrs Simpson. Omigod, look at the pool and those gorgeous fruit trees."

The Simpson's beamed but Mrs Simpson did say gently, "Do you think you could avoid using the Lord's name in vain dear?"

"Oh my apologies. My excitement gripped me."

MORE TO FOLLOW  



Duke Pt. 07



Half and hour later seated at the sSs BBQ Barns Steakhouse with Duke, their knees touching, Lisa said she was so excited. 

"The house is much bigger than I expected and better. You have negotiated a great buy. I think that fourth bedroom at the back looking out to the pool should be converted into a recreation room with a bar and sliding glass doors installed giving direct access to the deck and a great outlook to the pool."

Duke looked at her with interest. "That was my thinking. It would alter the flow of the house but who cares? It's a practical development. I could make it smaller to add a changing room with shower and toilet. I noticed the wastes lines already reticulate from that side of the house so that conversion would be a breeze."

They talked excitedly and held hands.

After leisurely coffee, Lisa said, "Can we go back to your apartment for sex?"

"Sure. I thought you would have said to make love?"

Lisa giggled. "The term did spring to mind but then I wondered if you knew what that meant."

Sporting a huge grin Duke stood and held out his hand.

Misty greeted them and after she was fed Lisa looked at Duke deeply and he began undressing her.

"You know I haven't had a decent look at your tits yet."

Lisa said solemnly, "And your other point of focus?"

"I'm also interested in belly, legs and ass."

"Oooh."

After removing the bra and licking Lisa's breasts, the nipples responding, he said, "Do you mind if I leave your hold-ups?"

"So you like fucking women with their stockings on?"

"Well I find hold-ups sexy and did I say anything about other women?"

Lisa coloured and said no and he grinned and said it was okay, he didn't want to hide anything from her. He lifted her on to the leather sofa in the lounge.

"Oooh."

Duke closely inspected the shaved pussy.

"Do I pass inspection doctor?"

He said it looked good enough to eat and swooped down and sampled a mouthful.

Lisa squealed.

When he finished she held up his dick and inspected it, bringing a stupid grin to Duke's face.

"Why don't you try eating it?"

She sunk down to do that, murmuring, "Oh boy, do I like doing this."

Later she straddled him, facing him and inserted his dick slowly, they both watching what was happening. When she was ready she said, "I'm expecting you to move your ass and play with my swinging boobs."

"Oh I'm sure you won't be disappointed," he leered.

Lisa ended up staying the night and got what she wanted again at a 5:45 when the alarm went off, set to give them time for a leisurely wake-up.

A fortnight after that memorably evening, Duke and Lisa went to Neville and Jean Copeland's farm to attend their 25th wedding celebrations along with thirty other couples. Those of Duke's fellow executives attending had not met Lisa previously and there was great interest in her including from partners. Two invitations to bring Duke to dinner were issued and Duke was pleased to hear that because it indicated acceptance. He was keen to see Lisa develop friends outside the medical establishment.

Lisa's parents were among the last to arrive, Bert Fulton having come home late after assisting his men strip down a clogged water pump under one of the windmills. She was astounded to see her mom after greeting her make a beeline for Duke and was all over him. Jean and Patricia monopolised him for the best part of an hour and a couple of times when their eyes locked Duke winked at Lisa and that had her experiencing feelings she could not recall ever having for a guy.

Lisa took her father aside and said, "Dad keep an eye on mom. She's all over Duke. What is this?"

"It's just women's stuff darling. You'll learn it in due course. Those two talk on the phone every day about you two. It's mainly made-up crap, sheer speculation, but it began beefing up when Jean began passing on reports about you two being seen together. Then came real hard news about Duke buying the Simpson's property and you going to inspect it and what a delightful young couple Eva Simpson said you were."

"Oh god, sorry dad. We were saving that as a surprise. Duke takes over the property on Friday week and I'll be moving in with him. We were going to surprise you by inviting you for dinner the next night."

"Well no skin off my nose. Now you know why your mother and Jean are all over Duke. They want to know all about his plans for the house and how good you are in bed."

"Dad!"

"Well I did make that last bit up but don't be surprised if Duke tells you he was grilled about that. You know what country women are like."

"But Mrs Copeland lives mostly in the city these days."

"Her heart remains in the country dear and there will be no changing that. Women born and reared rural tend to retain that notion of origin wherever they might relocate and in thinking like that are almost as bad as men. Oh now those two women know you are having sex regularly with Duke I expect Jean will invite you to call her Jean because she has confirmation you are one of them."

"That's bullshit dad. I'm not of her generation."

Later that evening Jean told Lisa, "You must call me Jean darling. I've been hearing about your and my handsome hero Duke."

"Thank you Jean," was all the near speechless Lisa could say for the moment.

More than two months later, with renovations to the house almost finished, Lisa arrived home grim-faced.

"Hi darling, oh look at that grim face. Did one of those two kids you worried about not make it?"

She moved away and faced Duke, trembling. "It's almost as bad, the end of us I'm afraid. The next step in my training will be in residency at Broken Hill."

"Jesus, for how long?"

"A year minimum and then I may be rotated elsewhere or I might be required to stay put for another year or two before being rotated."

"Jesus."

"You don't like it do you? Well neither do I. I fought to stay here and even pleaded just for a year but to no avail. I move to Broken Hill in two weeks."

"Here let me hold you."

"No I don't wish to be touched," Lisa said, not knowing what she wanted until Duke dropped his hands, shrugged and said he guessed what will be, will be."

Lisa's expression turned thunderous and she ran from the room.

Duke climbed the ladder and resumed painting, attempting to curb his anger... why the fuck had Lisa decided to become a doctor. He just couldn't understand it.

Lisa had the week free before she was required at Broken Hill and Duke said he'd arrange to take some time off to be with her but she said don't bother. She finished up at the hospital on Thursday and he attended a restaurant farewell for her with some of her hospital friends and back home that night she wouldn't touch him. When Duke arrived home next evening he found she'd packed and gone leaving a note.

'I believe this is the best way to say goodbye. This is making me depressed and I can't afford to start my new job being depressed. I'll spend my last week with mum and dad and leave for Broken Hill from there so won't see you again. This is how I want it so don't come after me. Lisa.'

Duke nursed Misty and drank beer until he felt tired enough to go to sleep. He was now feeling depressed. Why the fuck couldn't he hold on to women. What was wrong with him?

Lisa's mum called him a few days later to ask how was his getting on. It was one of those conversations that went nowhere, and they both knew it.

"I am so, so sad it had to end like this," Patricia cried as she was about to end the call. She sniffed, "Bert and I though you'd be the perfect son.

A couple of days later Jean made one of her rare appearances in the office and after a few minutes with Neville entered Duke's office and said, "Come on, grab your jacket; I'm taking you to lunch."

While they were eating Duke buckled under her probing and said there must be something wrong with him, being unable to hold on to women.

"Rubbish it's just circumstances. With Lisa it's my fault for arranging her to call you. I should have told you it would be five years or more before she can settle down. Blame me... go on, call me a stupid bitch."

"You're not that and we both know it," Duke said. "I can tell you this: something will come up."

That proved to be correct but it would be sometime before Duke would realize it was happening.

* * *

For a few weeks Duke drank too much and was prepared to fuck any women who looked at him twice. For six Friday nights in a row he had wall to wall sex with Bell but then she said she didn't wish to continue in that manner with Duke because he had no intention of marrying her.

"How do you know that's true?" he said, handing her a towel.

"Because I'm not your type."

"Oh yeah, and what's my type."

"You really don't know?"

"I have no idea."

Bell smiled and said, "I see your head lift and you almost freeze when you spot one of them. They are always blonde, lithe with lovely and fairly prominent boobs, are long legged and when they look at you they don't usually immediately look away as most women do, I daresay involuntarily. You have immense sex appeal Duke and in your case it's how the opposite sex reacts to you."

"That sounds great but it also sounds bullshit."

"Duke you listen to me and listen carefully. I make a minimum of $250,000 a year managing a real estate sales team and selling premium-priced properties myself. I do this because I'm a great judge of character and know how to close a negotiation with a great sense of timing because I know how to read people. I'll say no more."

"But is enjoy having sex with brunettes and redheads, many of whom are better than natural blondes so why should I listen to you?"

"I'm not talking about your craving for pussy Duke. I'm talking about the type of woman who will be the ideal bride for you. It's time you became a family man."

Duke watched Bell drive off and they waved. Perhaps that would be the last time for them. He sat drinking coffee for two hours looking for the logic behind Bell's comments. But that didn't made him feel superior; far from it. As much as he tried he couldn't fault what she'd told him. Bell had seen something that had been in front of him for years, practically half his lifetime. He now knew why he took a second look at some women and knew it wasn't just because they were blonde."

Perhaps he should migrate to California and find Honey. He sighed thinking home-grown was best.

Three weeks later Duke had settled back to a normal rate of drinking booze and had not having been with a woman since Bell's farewell lecture and had been thinking he'd not care if he only ever used his dick for peeing, Neville said he was off to a mining convention in Tasmania. Jean had been booked to go with him but had a stomach upset.

"That's a lie," Neville said. "I saw her specialist on Monday at Rotary and he said he'd cleared her to begin riding again, taking it easy."

Neville asked Duke to go to the convention with him.

"Why not take Nancy with you?"

"Because she's found the man of her dreams and doesn't want to have sex... Jesus, what am I staying?"

Duke laughed and said provided Neville had the accommodation switched to single rooms he'd go.

"Done but I'll keep the suite just in case. I'll get Nancy to book you a superior single. It's time you met some of the top brass in Australian mining."

* * *

On the return flight from Tasmania to Sydney after what they agreed was a very worthwhile three-days but neither being specific, Neville said to Duke, "Jean and I will be in Sydney on Wednesday to meet out youngest and her youngster. Sandi's husband left her last year for an actress and he drowned when swept off a chartered yacht in high seas off France. Sandi was holding down a great job with an international marketing agency as well as being a young mother employing a nanny but finally it's proven too much for her so she'd coming home."

"What a cow of a thing to happen to her but at least it was not her who died. Lisa had told me you have two daughters, one living in London and the other older one married to a guy involved in making whisky near the top end of Scotland."

"Yeah it's a family distillery and she's happy there and unlikely to return home. Her two youngsters are both at school now and she's gone back to work as an accountant near where they live."

Jean called on Saturday afternoon. "Hi I surprised you are home rather than being out whoring. Patricia says Lisa has confirmed it's all over between you two."

"Yeah so what's new? Why are you calling? Haven't you better things to do?"

"Use that tone on me young man and I'll be over to kick ass."

"Sorry Jean, I've taken this one a little badly."

"Well I want you off your arse and over here for dinner and to try to brighten this household. I have my darling little sunshine granddaughter here and also something that is supposed to be a happy mother and my delightful youngest daughter."

"Oh yeah. Well if it's anyone who's been kicked in the guts it's your daughter. Neville mentioned it. If she's still bad watch her Jean and work hard to pull her around. You won't want her doing anything silly."

"Duke that's your job. Neville and I have tried but without success. She's always been over-sexed. I think you might grab her attention and re-ignite her."

"Me? You're dreaming Jean. I'm the guy who before too long depresses women. Try a horse whisperer and you might have better luck."

"Are you accepting my invitation to dinner or do I have to come and get you and drag you here?"

Duke laughed, glad to be involved in social interaction again. It had been a lonely time for him. "Are you back to brutalizing your horse Jean? You sound to be generating excessive aggression."

"God you men, Neville told you I'm permitted to ride again. You two gossip like old women."

"I'll be with you in thirty minutes Jean. You're a good mate and I don't have many."

"I can understand you being short of male friends. None of their women are safe with you around."

"Thank you Jean. Now be a good girl and return to your kennel."



The front door to Jean and Neville's ground floor apartment was open and when a cute blonde appeared, Duke guessing she looked to be almost five. He thought this must be something stage-managed by Jean, confirmed when the kid said, "Grandma said I can call you Duke."

She held up her arms and said to lift her.

Duke obliged, lifting her over the child safety barrier across the open doorway.

A blonde with prominent tits wearing only a bra and a tiny panties come running to the door crying, "Bonnie where are you. Christ who are you?" 

The mother saw Duke holding the child and snapped, "Put down my daughter instantly."

"No, I'm holding her by invitation."

"What? That's nonsense."

"It seems more rational than you greeting me dressed inadequately like that."

"His name is Duke mummy and Grandma asked him to dinner. Do you like him?"

"No and stop staring at my breasts like that Mr Whoever you are?"

"That's your fault for growing such lovely ones and flaunting them at me."

"God you are impossible. Bring Bonnie in, close the door and put her down."

"Yes ma'am. Don't get dressed... come to dinner like that. Jean suggested to me you were innovative and exciting. I can now see what she means."

"Do you only talk nonsense? I'll thank you for not talking to me."

"I'll talk to you Duke [she pronounced it as Dooke]. My name is Bonnie Copeland-Jones and I'm nearly five and my best doll is called Victoria."

"I have a cat called Misty."

"Misty, that's a funny name. What does it mean?"

Before answering Duke looking at the scowling mother who was standing with her arms folded that only served to push her fat puppies ever higher.

"Turn round and give me a back view. You have a wonderful figure for a mother."

Sandi stared at him coldly.

Duke turned back to Bonnie. "In England you had stuff that looked like a cloud had fallen to the ground and stayed around and it was hard to see anything from the windows. That is called a mist. My cat is grey and I thought of mist and called her Misty because that sounded better than Mist."

"Mummy did you hear that?"

Mummy turned and walked off without answering. Looking at the great ass Duke felt his mind turn misty but he thought, rude bitch.

"I don't think mummy heard you darling. Please take me to grandma and granddad.

Sandi didn't appear for pre-dinner drinks and Jean sent Bonnie to fetch her when everyone was asked to sit up for dinner.

Sandi appeared. It was obviously she'd thrown on a shirt and pair of shorts and hadn't even bothered with make-up or to fix her hair. She stared at the visitor as she approached the table.

Duke heard Jean behind him sigh and then he had a snap vision: this dejected, untidy woman was just as Bell had said it would be. Sandi was blonde, lithe with prominent boobs and... his recall hesitated and then it was if he was hearing Bell's voice: 'And long legged and when she looks at you she won't immediately look away'. 

From far away Duke hear himself saying, "Am I not worthy of you presenting yourself groomed for dinner? You also know doing that would please your mother."

Sandi turned and left the room. Neville sighed and said, "You've messed up pal. That's her gone for the night."

"Perhaps not," Jean said. "Let's wait."

Neville poured the red wine and they chatted, working to involve Bonnie and a few minutes later Sandi walked in wearing high heels, a tight white dress with a high neckline. She wore make-up and her hair was pinned up.

"My mummy looks like a princess again," Bonnie laughed. "Mummy Duke said I shouldn't sit by him, I should sit by you because you are my mummy."

"Duke sounds a nice man darling. Dad I think I'll have some wine tonight, just half a glass. I'm feeling a little better. I guess that comes from Duke challenging me. Everyone has bent over backwards to me nice to me and I kinda lost it and went soppy with a touch of bitch. Thank you Duke. I guess you are very good with women."

Jean smiled warmly and took her daughter's hand. "Darling thank you for making the effort and yes what you say about Duke is true. He's the guy who took me all the way to Perth when your grandma was dying."

"Oh yes. Let me see what you said about that when you wrote me when sitting with Gran. He is loud, uncouth and immoral but such a scream and... well that's enough."

Jean smiled and said. "You have a great memory darling. I went on to say but he also exhibited warmth and compassion and had cheered me no end and the feeling was growing that I wish he'd been my son."

Duke spluttered on his wine and everyone laughed including Bonnie but then she said, "Why are we laughing?"

"Because Duke began blowing bubbles into his drink," said her grandfather.

Later Sandi took Bonnie off to bed as the child was almost asleep in her chair and when Duke was about to leave Sandi said she would go with him to his vehicle.

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you earlier this evening..."

"It's okay," Duke said, cutting in. "I'm aware you are a bit unsteady on your feet at the moment after what has happened to you. Your mom should have told you I was coming with instructions to attempt to cheer you. I made little progress tonight and expected that but will make progress if you give me the opportunity."

Sandi smiled faintly. "You'll have sex with me and then disappear."

"Right, let's agree no sex before three Saturdays from tonight. Let's just come together in friendship with you aware that my role is to assist restore your confidence. Mentally you are a battered woman Sandi and you must accept nothing is likely to change any time soon unless you make a huge effort and accept assistance. You obviously have made some effort because to me Bonnie shows no signs of being mentally a battered kid."




Duke Pt. 07



That last comment seemed to stagger Sandi a little. "Yes I'll make a big effort. This is why I've come home. I knew mom has people around her who could help me, because she's that kind of person. You appeared to be the most unlikely person to assist me, staring at my body as you did, but then you began talking to Bonnie and I hesitated and though I should not be too ready to dismiss you."

"I'm pleased to hear that Sandi," Duke said, pulling out his phone. "Give me your cell phone number and I'll punch it in."

Sandi did that and said, "What now?"

"What time do you go to bed?"

"Early these days because I seem to run out of energy and become tired and the jetlag is not helping."

"I find bedtime is a good time to talk to women remotely. In that situation you have their complete attention."

"Then call me tomorrow night at 9:30. Have there been a lot of women?"

"I've rarely been without a woman, so yes there have been a few or a lot, depending on one's perspective."

"It's obvious you know how to talk to a woman. I shall look forward to your calls. Please understand I'm still not dating."

"I understand. Good night."

"Good night."

They didn't touch.

As Duke climbed into his vehicle Sandi said, "You are being ridiculous if you expect to have sex with me in three Saturdays from tonight."

"Oh I like being ridiculous. I'm very good at it."

He waved at Sandi who appeared not to know what to say.

She waved briefly and stood watching Duke depart.

Duke had only just sat down to pat Misty, who now could come and go as she pleased via a cat door, when his phone went.

"Well?"

"Thanks for dinner Jean. Very impressive. I really don't know about Sandi except I'll say this: I feel that deep down she's already taken to me."

"You mean attracted to you?"

"I mean in the sense of bonding. Is she my age?"

"A year older. She turned thirty-five seven months ago. Well thank you my darling boy. Good night."

Duke stretched. He felt like having sex. Why was it only the sluts were easy but he wondered about the veracity of that opinion? There must be some guys whose girlfriend or wife or both wanted sex more than their guys did? If they didn't he still preferred to think there were women like that.

Was Sandi switched on to sex? Well Jean had described her as being over-sexed and that was something you don't expect any mother to say about her daughter but then Jean wasn't your cardboard cut-out mother. God Jean must have been a tomboy when growing up.

Anyway who wanted women who were sexually easy? He'd gone off women after running amok with several of them recently including the Thompson twins and it was true the twins did everything together. He'd thought kicking up his heels would take his mind off the dearly departed Lisa but it really only served to almost put him off women. God as soon as some of them had sex they complained about being in a mess and wanted to be taken home and in most cases it was an effort for them to say good night because they were so switched off. They acted like the female equivalent of drones? After a rash of disappointments he'd stepped aside from women, apart from Bell, and had cut back on his drinking and immediately felt much better, much happier. That served to confirm why he was a bachelor by choice.

No worries.

Oh yeah?

Dick was in bed watching an adult DVD to ensure he didn't forget about sex when his phone went. He turned off the volume and answered the call, thinking there might be an emergency at one of the mines.

"Duke Caine."

"Hi."

Who the hell was this? It was obviously female but the voice was so flat. Oh shit a pregnancy alarm. Why didn't he concentrate on seducing married women and they would surely get away with it? He never thought of it being Sandi because he hadn't given her his phone number.

"I know it's late but I got your mobile number off mum. I can't wait till tomorrow night for you to call."

Oh god, he'd linked up with a compulsive caller. He was doomed.

He said no it was fine, not late for him.

"Are you watching a filthy movie?"

Huh? Well lying in this situation was compulsory unless he could fend well. So he stalled asking why would she think that?

"Because you are not married. Bachelors think about sex 24/7."

"Oh yeah, in that case I must be married without being aware of having that status."

Her voice seemed to lift as she laughed and said he was funny.

"What rental movies do you like best?"

Duke said action adventure and that was the truth. He asked about her favourite genre.

"Romance but only if it centres on plenty of sex. I hate those first teenage lover capers and adult kiss and smell the flowers stories. What's your favourite thing about sex?"

Duke swallowed. He was talking to a babe teetering on emotional meltdown. He had no wish to upset her.

He decided to be truthful. "If I were to answer that it might upset you."

"No it's fine. We are chatting about one of my favourite interests. Be as disgusting as you wish."

"The smell of pussy."

Sandi drawled out o-m-i-g-o-d and said she felt excited.

Duke thought it best to say nothing.

She cooed, "I'm in bed and have thrown the covers back and am touching myself. You don't mind do you?"

Duke automatically reached for his dick and felt it vibrate excitement, although that would be the blood pumping to elongate and swell it. The same process could be happening to her tits and pussy lips. He couldn't believe she was engaging him in phone sex when she was supposed to be emotionally crippled. God Jean was right, she'd known instinctively her daughter needed to consult with Dr Duke Caine, sexologist.

Oh crap, he groaned. He didn't have a towel handy.

* * *

Duke waited apprehensively next morning for the first of Sandi's ten or more pestering calls.

But no calls came.

At 3:00 Jean called him.

"Look please do me a favour, Sandi is almost out of her tree waiting for you to call her."

"No."

"What?"

"Listen to me Jean, this is a great development. You wanted her switched back on emotionally and that's happening. I'll call her when I think the timing is right."

"You're inhuman."

"And you are fretting too much and that's not like you Jean. Just be yourself and attempt to be like Sandi remembers you. She's seeking to establish roots and you have a major role in assisting with that."

"You upstart, don't you dare tell me what to do."

He grinned. "Ah that sounds more like the Jean I know and respect."

Duke switched off his phone before she could reply.

* * *

The previous night when her phone call to Duke ended, Sandi was pleased her little ploy had worked. He'd been great and got her off and soon after he told her he was done, and she'd knew what that meant because he was panting.

Cleaning up she dug two finders in and smelt them and her eyelashes fluttered and she cried, "Phew!" Obviously when men smelt the heat of sex-ready pussy their olfactory receptors translated the... er... scent differently than the scent processed by a woman's nose. Well true or not that was her perception.

Not long after dawn Sandi heard tiny feet approaching and thought she seemed a little more relaxed. She smiled, stretched and reached over and lifted up the kicking, squealing youngster.

"Where is he?

Oh god, it had been months and months since Bonnie had spoken about her father.

"I thought Duke would be here."

That drew a gasp from Sandi. Duke?

"Um does that mean you wouldn't mind if he were beside me in bed?"

"Nope. He'd play with me. We like Duke don't we mummy."

"Yes we do," Sandi said, her mind reeling. This had been totally unexpected. She'd long worried that Bonnie had bottled up things about her father and now this seemed to indicate to her, although not to Bonnie because she was too young to rationalise thoughts in that manner, that Duke was acceptable as an alternative father/husband.

And how did she feel about that?

Sandi felt as if he head was about to implode. "Shower, mummy must have a shower. You can come too darling."

Over breakfast Sandi should feel her tension increasing. He fingers were itching to grab her phone and call Duke. And what would he think about that? She cringed, knowing men preferred women to keep their distance until they wanted sex or to be called to be told something important.

Her father said her cheeks were pink and she looked great.

"I'm sorry I have been all over the place emotionally; it must be tough for you guys."

"You are simply a slightly distressed butterfly compared with some of the screwed up guys and women I often deal with at work so please don't consider yourself an impost. You are home and it's your home and we love you. You are here to heal and we are with your one hundred percent."

Mother and daughter exchanged astonished glances. For Neville, that little outburst rated as almost a speech.

"Thanks guys, I love you."

"I love grandad best. He doesn't stop me doing things like grandma does."

"But do you love them."

"Yes mummy. I love you grandma and grandad knows I love him because he makes me say that to him don't you grandad?"

"What was that darling?" grandad said and asking Jean for more coffee. As he expected, Bonnie moved on to talk about something else.

"Mum may I borrow your vehicle. I wish to get my hair highlighted and my nails done."

"You make the booking darling and drop Bonnie and me off at the library. They have a crèche there where children may be left for a maximum of one hour. I can do some shopping and collect her and take her to Nora's Tea House and you can meet us there."

"Do you have Call Minder on the house phone?"

"Yes but you have your mobile. People will can you on that."

"But he might call me on the house phone and I'd not want to miss a message to call back."

"Who is he?"

"Duke."

With great restraint Neville and Jean didn't glance at each other, presumably expecting Sandi to be watching for reaction.

"I think I'll buy fish for tonight."

"Great mom."

Sandi turned to give attention to Bonnie and Jean looked at Neville who winked at her. She smiled and he grinned. It was as if they had just said things were looking up.

When been driven home Jean could see Sandi appeared somewhat agitated and asked what was the matter. Bonnie was asleep in the car seat so Sandi let it all out. She related how she'd called Duke after Jean had given her his phone number and they'd talked for an hour and she felt he'd lifted her spirits. Yet she'd waited all morning for him to call but he hadn't."

"Most men are lax about social communication dear."

"Well I'm not permitting him to be lax."

"He'll call."

"What when he wants sex?"

Jean said softly, perhaps it's you who needs sex?

If Jean half-expected an outburst it didn't come. Instead after a little delay Sandi turned and smiled, "There goes my mother, right on the ball as usual."

As soon as Jean reached her bedroom she called Duke. He had her almost climbing up the wall being stoic and refusing to call Sandi until he thought it was time to call her. How the hell would he know when was the right or wrong time to call a woman?

Jean was flouring the fish after taking a huge sip of the gin and tonic Neville had handed her when the phone went.

Blast people who stupidly phone at dinner time she thought, placing a floury mitt to lift up the house phone and barked "Yes?"

"Oooh, touchy. Did you fall of your pony this afternoon."

"For your information I ride a large gelding which is what you deserve to be after leaving my daughter on tenterhooks all day."

"Well now is the right time to call, you ungrateful woman. Put her on."

Jean stood at the kitchen door and yelled, "Sandi, it's Duke."

"Tell him I'm almost ready mum. I have expected him to do this and invite me out to dinner."

Jean shook her head in disbelief. She'd not expected either of her daughters to ever out-smart her and now this. She gritted, "Duke Cairn you best smarten up your act or you'll be under my daughter's thumb." 

TO BE CONCLUDED



Duke Pt. 08



CHAPTER 8

Duke walked out of the restaurant. On his arm was a tall, beautiful and long-legged lithe blonde with breasts pushing out the top of her tight blue gathered dress with a prim neckline. The woman couldn't keep her eyes off Duke and she was talking to him animatedly.

He said to Sandi, "You appear on heat."

"Oh god Duke, am I that obvious?"

"Here's a check: is your pussy dripping?"

She couldn't hold his gaze without blushing. "Possibly, but I know it's really lubed."

"Well two days to Saturday and then two Saturdays after that and I'll give you what you want."

She glared at him.

He smiled. "I guess I'm open to negotiation."

"Tonight... now."

"I can live with abandoning our agreement."

He was driving towards his home when she poked a finger under his nose.

"Yes, good lube and so this is your scent?"

"Yes," she gurgled.

"Now suck that finger."

"Duke!"

"Go on. I want you to do it."

She obliged.

Duke said, "I want you to get used to the taste of yourself because when I lick you I want to be permitted to kiss you and tongue you without first being sent off to brush my teeth."

"Oh god."

"Just get used to it baby. Actually I can tell you your scent is up there with the best I've come across. You must understand some taste like drainage from a silage pit."

"Oh Duke," Sandi shrieked without wondering how he could make such a comparison. "Please don't talk to me like that."

"Okay I was just attempting to turn you on."

"Turn me on," she said disbelievingly. "What do you know about turning a woman on when you talk to here like that?"

Sandi didn't appear aware she already was highly arouse when entering the house until Duke brushed a hand over her breast; they both were conscious of his hand bouncing over a very erect nipple.

"Oh Duke, let's look at the house later," she said, attempting to pull him to the floor.

Being a gentleman he submitted and her hands were all over him as she kissed him open mouthed.

She obviously knew what she was doing so he grabbed a handful of pussy, pushing under her briefs, and her legs opened. He moved between them and her legs opened right out, almost as wide as a ballerina doing the splits.

Lovely.

Duke removed his jacket and shirt and soon had her pulling his hair as he gobbled her.

She puffed and moaned and puffed and then screamed.

He lifted, mouth and chin dripping and said, "Kiss me."

Gamely she closed her eyes and smashed her mouth against his and if riding a wave of ecstasy began licking his face and moaning. That so excited him that he almost came without being touched.

"So you suck dick?"

She nodded and snapped her teeth together hard.

"Er let's fuck," Duke said, having second thoughts about fellatio. 

She was great and when he appeared to flag the third time she shot a wet finger in his rectum and he blew like Moby Dick.

""God you are wonderful," he panted, drenched in sweat.

"Oh I could really get to be very fond of you if you keep on treating me this well. Are you ready to go again?"

"Oh I need to take a wee breather honey."

"Okay."



Neville and Jean were almost asleep when they heard a vehicle door slam and their daughter cry, "Good night you wonderful man."

"Ah yippee," Neville sighed. "It appears our daughter has her head above the water at last."

"Well she has been out with a very lovely man. He's probably given her some loving cuddles to help get her confidence back."

Neville disagreed with that. "That lovely man as you call him cannot put a finger on a woman without proceeding to have sex with her."

"Rubbish. That's the last thing Sandi wants right now. In time yes but not right now. She is still grappling with a deep-seated crisis."

They heard the vehicle drive off and the next thing they knew their bedroom light went on and Sandi jumped on to the bed and was doing a hula.

"I've had sex, I've had sex. Oh god he's good. Look at your pathetic younger daughter now oldies... cheeks flushed, body tingling, on a total high. Oh mummy find another half dozen guys like Duke and I'll drive myself bananas."

Sandi caught the shocked look on her parents' faces and slowed and then stopped her bed-top cavorting.

"Oh please disregard that last bit what I said. I was just fantasizing. All I need to do is to lower my expectations and Duke will be totally adequate for me."

She jumped off the bed. "Well I best get some shut-eye and allow you two to fuck."

"Sandi you're drunk!" scolded her mother.

"Rubbish, I only had four drinks the entire night. I'm been swept along in euphoria mum. I believe Duke has freed me of my chains. I thought it would take weeks but he has a large dick and knows how to use it."

"Oh god," Jean said, hiding under the sheet to smother her laughter.

"Go to bed and behave," said he father sternly. "We are left with the impression you enjoyed yourself tonight."



Three weeks later Sandi announced, "Mom I've been hired to work in real estate as personal assistant to a woman Duke knows, Isabella Street. You know her parents Kim and Ivan Street."

"Oh yes the Streets but are you sure you are ready to return to work?"

"Yes mom but that's not all. Duke wants Bonnie and me to move in with him."

Jean gripped the bench and said she thought that might be coming.

"You have been seeing a great deal of Duke and your father and I are aware Bonnie absolutely adores him and he's so good with her. Um has there been any hint of where this could lead to?"

"No mom, from the outset Duke and I agreed to take our relationship one step at the time. Moving in is just another step and no time limit on it has been discussed. I am to share the cost of house running and pay half the cost of completely fencing the property and fencing the pool."

"God he strikes a hard deal."

"No mum, he offered to support us. I insisted I pay half of all outgoings or else I would not agree to move in with him. He said the fencing was capital expenditure and I said so what and he finally buckled. Mum I'll be on a salary of $33,000 and because I will be assisting Bell with Open Homes and servicing clients and will receive a percentage of Bell's net commission earnings that will take my income past $45,000, well past that figure if she has a great year."

"Well that's lovely darling and you know if you run short of money you only have to ask me for whatever you need. Now what about a car?"

"Too late mom. Duke has already offered."

"Well let me match what he's offering and put you into a more luxurious and safer vehicle."

"Okay mom, thanks. Let's meet dad and Duke somewhere for early dinner so we can take Bonnie. Oh Julie Black who lives next to Duke has a six months old baby and has agreed to look after Bonnie and to take and collect her from preschool as she needs the money and is wildly happy about having Bonnie for company because she gets so lonely at times because her husband works from 9:00 to 7:00."

* * *

As Sandi left the office Bell called Duke.

"One very happy woman has just left our office but let her tell you the news rather than you saying you already know."

"Okay I'll do that. Will she be working on data input or accounts?"

"Like hell she is. I interviewed her and was blown away when going through her CV, work record and reading references from satisfied employers. Were you aware she has a degree in marketing?"

"No, I never thought of asking about qualifications. She said she'd like to find office work with senior responsibilities so that's when I thought of referring her to you as your office appears to have a large admin section."

"Well I'm hiring her as my personal assistant and she'll need to qualify to become registered to work in the real estate industry. She knows far more about business management that I do so will be preparing my business finances for my accountant and doing the marketing for my clients and servicing them, leaving me free to concentrate on selling my listings and managing the residential sales team with Sandi's assistance. Once Sandi settles in and becomes completely familiar with property transactions, with her assistance I reckon I'll have capacity to boost my personal sales by up to 50%. That will be a win-win situation for both of us."

* * *

Sandi and Bonnie shifted into Duke's house on a Saturday morning and Jean and Neville came to dinner that evening to assist Bonnie adapt to her new environment but there was no need for that. Bonnie had been to the house on numerous occasions and had been told which room would be her bedroom so had great expectations when she moved into her new bedroom, knowing no one had slept in it since it had been renovated.

During dinner Bonnie began yawning and rubbing her eyes and Sandi took her to bed.

A few minutes later Sandi arrived at the dinning room white-faced. She looked at Duke almost panic-stricken. Her parents looked at her concerned.

"Bonnie has just asked for daddy to read her a story."

Duke smiled and shook his head. "The little tyke has disclosed our secret. She's been calling me daddy for two or three weeks and I asked her to not say anything about that to anyone. She promised not to tell."

Sandi said wide-eyed, "You should have told me."

"Why? It could have upset you."

"You should have told me and allowed me to be upset or delighted, that's why."

Ten minutes later after having read Bonnie asleep Duke returned to the kitchen, assembled the dessert and took it in on a tray.

"Oh this is wonderful, a real culinary delight," Jean said, smacking her lips at the sight of the tall glasses filled with white chocolate and cherry parfait. "And your roast dinner was superb Duke, an astonishing accomplishment for a male who is self-taught."

"Necessity brings out the best qualities in people Jean," he smiled.

"Well hearing that from your lips I can believe it. Sandi has something to say to you."

"What, that you like my cooking now that your mother has lauded my efforts?" he joked.

No smile brushed aside Sandi's serious expression.

"Duke, mum and dad agreed you did the right thing by not telling me Bonnie was calling you daddy. They said the shock would be less if I heard Bonnie calling you daddy and I accept that logic. You handled this sticky problem magnificently and I am very proud of you and pleased at the way you attempted to cushion my shock."

"Thanks baby. I'm pleased the situation has resolved itself and I'm glad you see me in a good light in respect of nondisclosure. I thought I was doing my best. I regarded her calling me daddy as being inevitable as most of the other kids at preschool would have daddies. Who can blame Bonnie for not missing out?"



Two days later Neville came into Duke's office, looking embarrassed.

"Mate Jean wants me to ask you about your intentions with our daughter."

Duke looked at Neville sternly and when Neville hooked a finger under his shirt collar Duke grinned and Neville looked decidedly relieved.

"Listen carefully Neville, tell Jean to pull her head in. My plan is to let nature take its course."

"Jean will want to know exactly what does that mean?"

"Mate here is something she'll understand. Tell her I said to butt out."

"What about using stronger language?"

"No butt out is a relatively friendly warning. I want to keep Jean as a good mate."

Neville smiled and said, "Sounds good to me mate."



Although Sandi had slept with Duke in his home many times, this night was different. She was now in permanent residence with her daughter who called the landlord daddy.

"Wow that's a cute shortie nightdress," murmured Duke, on his back in bed with his hands tucked under his head and tired of wondering what the fuck Sandi was doing fiddling around so long in the bathroom. Well she had reapplied makeup, had pulled out the pins in her hair and obviously had combed it and had on this pretty thing in pink and white lace.

"You look gorgeous."

She blushed.

Duke had expected a reply so said, "Tell me what you're thinking?"

She looked startled and then uneasy and he said hey there was no need to reply if he were intruding on privacy.

She ran across to Duke and fell on to his chest and kissed him.

"I was thinking you are such a handsome man and I suddenly realized I felt... I felt I was home at last."

"Crikey girl, that's the caper if you're out to excite a guy who has the intention of ravishing you."

She gave a wee cry and went to go down on him but Duke said, "First let's talk. I now have you were I want you and so it's time to discuss the next step. I think we need to formalize our relationship if that's what you want."

Sandi's breath caught and she asked why.

"Because I've fallen in love with you and I think you are aware of that. The way we care about each other has developed significantly in the past couple of months."

"I feel that way too," Sandi said, stroking Duke's face.

"So you don't want me to back off?"

"No keep talking."

"You have no idea how I was hit between the eyes the first time I heard Bonnie call me daddy. I knew then I had the choice to run or to stay and I dropped the idea of running as if I were holding a hot brick. She was so casual about it and she was pointing to a book so I accepted she was not out to test me."

"Oh I wish I had been there," Sandi said. "It must have been such a sweet moment, very touching. So what happened?"

"Well nothing immediately but over coming days with some interjections of 'daddy' I had my quiet talk with her not to call me daddy if anyone else was with us, that it should be played like our secret game. I was very aware her association with me was not by choice like the choice you had made. But now she'd made the choice to call me daddy and I felt I had a joint responsibility with you over Sandi's welfare and knew I was thinking like a surrogate father."

"Oooh how cute," Sandi said softly, cupping Duke's genitals. "So the next step as you see it is to marry me and give Bonnie a stepfather?"

"Yes."

"Well it's a logical step because you will be a great father to her. You are a very lovely man and I love you. And so I agree, yes we should marry. May I request we don't take two long about it?"

They kissed and then Sandi climbed over Duke and went down on him, but in that process moving to lay her very moist peach right over his mouth.

* * *

Bonnie liked her new preschool and that made Sandi very happy. She explained to Duke it meant when she started primary school in about month she would already know some of the children in her first-year class who would have been promoted ahead of her as well as two who would be promoted with her.

Sandi had finished her eLearning studies to gain certification to work in the real estate industry and began to put her studies into practice under Bell's guidance. With the wedding coming up she decided to delay her studies to obtain higher qualifications because she was already qualified sufficiency to have complete involvement in sales under Bell's supervision because Bell was fully qualified.

Neville and Jean arrived at a restaurant for Sunday lunch to meet Sandi, Bonnie and Duke.

After the greetings they all sat for a drink. As time wore on Sandi became twitchy, the sunlight produced a glint and Jean screamed, "Omigod" and grabbed Sandi's hand to look at the ring finger.

Sandi beamed and Neville shook Duke's hand and said, "Well done mate."

* * *

Duke had found out from Jean that Sandi had only had a small wedding in England. They agreed this time she should have a big wedding with all the trimmings. The three of them insisted over the delighted Sandi's half-hearted protest she should wear white.  

Sandi's sister Eva and family arrived for the wedding and her youngest son partnered the flower girl Bonnie and they both performed their roles very well and even kissed when asked to do that by the wedding photographer.

Nikki Armstrong, with her piercings temporarily removed, arrived with her parents and Lisa Fulton arrive with her partner Dr John Drummond, one of the young doctors on the kayak over-nighter with them some months earlier. With them were Lisa's parents Bert and Patricia. Duke's parents had arrived from Queensland and his other Australian and New Zealand relatives dribbled into the city for the big event.

The wedding breakfast was sumptuous and late afternoon the 120 guests farewelled the bride and groom and Bonnie who, after changing at home, were driven to the airport to fly to Sydney to connect to a flight for the honeymoon in Hawaii.

On the aircraft Duke chuckled, "When I stopped in the middle of my speech to make a special toast to all girlfriends I've known, at least half the guests, mostly female, appeared stunned, but they rocked in laughter when you shot to your feet and made a toast to all your past boyfriends."

"Well Duke, that really was funny. So how about a big laugh for this: "I found out Thursday I'm pregnant."

Duke smiled and kissed his wife. "Well done honey."

Sandi was disappointed, thinking the big announcement had gone down like a lead balloon.

But she screamed in laughter when Bonnie piped up, "I heard you telling grandma the news mummy. I told daddy your secret but he made me promise to tell no one else until you told daddy."

"God you two are a scream," Sandi laughed.

Duke nodded to a pretty flight attendant and half a minuted later she arrived with a bottle of champagne and Bonnie's favourite drink. The three of them were now really settling into being a new family.

Bonnie was seated between them and Duke looked at the beautiful and relaxed face of his wife, thinking of the drawn and hollowed-eyed near wreck Sandi had been when she'd first arrived from England. He sipped some champagne and thought, yes he was really great with women: they appeared addicted to responding to him.



THE END



Duke@Susan



Susan was a very attractive blonde haired woman. Susan had awesome stats at 5ft.-8 tall-36D-23-34 measurements and was a slender 110 pounds. Susan never shaved her natural hairy body and had thick blonde hair in her armpits. Susan also had a thick hairy blonde pussy with thick hair all the way up her hairy belly to her hairy navel. Tonight Susan would let her black lover Duke use her oral hole for his pleasure. 

Duke levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval shaped with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness pressed blackly into the liquid saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of blond against glistening black that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her.

"Ooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact grow closer. He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished white Goddess on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted and he wanted it all. He would never have the chance again.

He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently placed his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm flesh enclosed it on both sides. Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she too were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim light the candle cast.

Duke's hands shook and he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up between their blackness like the whiteness of a moon in the dark sky. He kneaded and stretched at them watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded, tits. As he pushed, the blue-black head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.

He kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm before he was ready. He had to force himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds so warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with bared teeth as they jerked and throbbed into a greater hardness that he had not thought possible. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon her. It was electrifying!

Her eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the darkness of the ceiling. A thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control and Duke knew that nothing he did now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her vagina.

There was just one thing more before he fucked her. His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips still muttering nothings out into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire. He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and shuddered as the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay between her breasts.

He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and his long black cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm filled ridge running beneath it. His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his buttocks. He did not move to give her mind time to adjust to the change in position. Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to break the spell she was under. If she ever returned to total consciousness he knew her mind would fight the dictates of her body and he did not want her forced tonight. He wanted her mad with desire.

He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off the bed bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts behind, until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of the head. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest... but none came.

Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught him by surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of lipstick covered mouth enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see his jet black instrument penetrating into the face of a white girl, particularly, one as beautiful and innocent as this one was... and she was enjoying it.

She had started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth and surrounding him with the hot moist warmth of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward.

She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times and all the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Duke above her flailing head groaned incoherently pushed his hands tight against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again. He flexed his loins in and out at the near rounded open hole formed by her lips and rolled his buttocks around on her flaccid yielding breasts as though he were attempting to crush them down into her chest. He watched wild eyed from above as his black glistening flesh disappeared into her clasping lips like it were another hungry, nibbling cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.

His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still she sucked, keeping his prick in her mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in her unconscious and passion was excruciating and unbearable and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.

And then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking penis. He gripped her head tight between her hands and shoved his cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back of her mouth filling the warm moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Duke's thick cum was snorting out her nose; overflowing her pretty lips and sliding into her hungry belly. Her throat worked swallowing to keep from choking on the white sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her gullet.

Duke's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her but to his amazement she would not let his deflated organ escape from her lips. She continued to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to her chin below. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he ever possessed.

The End 



Duke



"Adult videos?"

"Yeah, yeah. Also a few action-adventure and probably a couple of romances that could interest you."

"Do you have anal DVDs?"

Horrified, Duke scuttled to the kitchen.

He'd made coffee and brought out another cane chair and placed a small cane table between them. Nikki emerged, dressed in something tight and white that gave the distinct impression nothing was being worn beneath it.

He heard the girls coming. Too late to brief Nikki to ensure they got their story straight.

"Hi ladies," he said. "Stop for a moment; I have someone to introduce to you."

Gretchen embarrassed him immediately, saying it was the Russian princess and began speaking in what may have been Russian.

Nikki looked most intrigued and stood when Duke held out his hand. He led her down to the gawking mothers.

"This is Nikki Armstrong from New Zealand whose parents know my parents who now live on Australia's Gold Coast. Nikki this lady with the wide smile is Mrs Gina De Vito, next to her is Mrs Debra Donovan and then Mrs Gretchen Collins."

"Hi Nikki," they chorused and Debra told her to call them by their first names.

"Hi Gina, Debra and Gretchen," Nikki said, shaking them by the hand over the paling fence. "I'm an old friend of Duke's despite our age difference. Seven years ago he was over in New Zealand visiting with his parents when he took my virginity... I was only eighteen," Nikki lied. "It was one of the happiest times of my life. He's bowled me several times since."

Gina and Debra giggled while Gretchen frowned.

Duke looked at his watch and told them they better head for the school gates.

"Bye Nikki," they chorused, walking off and chatting and looked back either at the charming young woman or her unscrupulous seducer or perhaps both.

"Sorry pal," Nikki said. "I had to think on my feet. They are women so the word will spread you nobbled me young despite our age difference and that will indicate I'm back here to get more, so that takes the heat off you."

"Brilliant Nikki, well done. Er providing I'm not run out of town."

"What are you on about...eighteen is the accepted age for a young woman to give up her cherry? Oh yes, you are thinking yes but to a young buck around her own age. Well the die is cast. You'll be able to have sex with me on this veranda now and everything will be sweet."

They were finishing coffee when the women returned with the children who obvious had been told to be polite to Mr Cain's friend from New Zealand.

Duke led Nikki to the front fence.

"Marco and Lisa?"

"Yes Mr Caine."

"These are Gina and Carlo De Vito's children Nikki. Guys please say hi to Miss Armstrong."

They said hi.

"Melissa?"

"Yes Mr Cain?"

"Melissa is Debra and Rowan Donovan's daughter and Debra is about two months from giving birth to either a boy who might be called Basil or a girl who might be called Wendy. Please say hi to Miss Armstrong sweetie."

"Hi Miss Armstrong. You are easily the most beautiful woman on our street and Mrs De Vito will be next and then mummy."

Duke said, "Your opinion on that might not be altogether appreciated Melissa but I think it shows you are observant and are learning to make judgements. Just be careful but if you are confident about your judgement in such matters say what you believe without fear but try to be nice about it in case you anger some people."

"I will. Mommy said when we were eating dinner last night that you are the nicest man she knows of apart from daddy and daddy grinned at her and made a joke about saved by the bell, whatever that means."

"That you Melissa. You mom is far too kind. Now last but not least Pauline and Frederick Collins, the children of Gretchen and Bevan. Both children speak German and Australian English."

"Hi Miss Armstrong. You look swell."

Thank you Bevan. I speak French but afraid I have no German."

"Hi Miss Collins. Mr Caine is a really swell guy and you need to know that. Are you wearing anything under that beautiful summer dress?"

"No and I'm not shy about saying that Pauline. I find it very hot here in Australia. I think you will be a very beautiful girl when you grow up if you eat plenty of fruit, drink lots of water and exercise. Do you play sport?"

"Yes I do the high jump, play soccer and I receive coaching in swimming and tennis."

"Great, keep that up and you'll probably become beautiful with a lovely figure."

"Like you?"

"Yes Pauline. I have played tennis since I was six years old. We must have a hit around sometime. Now that I've met you guys and your families I don't believe I will be in a hurry to move on."

"Right kids, off you go," Duke said. "Watch the TV news sitting on your dad's knees or with your arm round him tonight. You must always remember to give your dad a bit of attention."

Everyone was saying goodbye when Marco stepped right up to the fence. "Miss Armstrong I'd like to tell you this. I told my dad that Mr Caine says my dad was a famous footballer and my dad said thanks son but if you wish to rub shoulders with a really famous footballer look no further that Duke Caine. You need to know that Miss Armstrong. You have come to live with a famous guy."

"Golly you people are so great. Duke let's have these folk and the dads around late Saturday afternoon for a barbecue."

"A barbie, sure. You've heard the boss everyone. Over here from 4:00 Saturday for a barbie. Just bring yourselves and big smiles. This one is entirely on me. You guys have been great neighbours."

"Kiss him for me Nikki, I can't reach him," Gina cried.

Nikki kissed Duke sweetly and the other women clapped, the kids joining in.

Duke stood with his arm around Nikki and she lifted up an arm and hooked it round him and they waved at the departing group.

"You were magnificent in the way you remembered everyone's name including absent husbands and spoke to the children on their own level without sounding pompous or like an adult lecturing. For a bachelor you amazed me."

"There's no big deal remembering kid's names. Everyone does it."

"Don't you believe that and men are pathetic at remembering kid's names.

"Well I take an interest. My neighbours are important to me."

Nikki smiled. "Have you screwed Gina?"

"Christ no, she's married."

"I wonder if she remembers that when she glances at you like I saw her do. Gretchen feels the same away, only she hides it, well almost."

"Gretchen? Baby you are out of your tree. If I dared touch he she'd probably castrate me."

"Well does it matter? You appear determined not to have sex with married women and I find that commendable. I'm not married Duke or spoken for."

The leer she received almost made Nikki take half a step backwards.

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