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Mister Gabe Ch. 01

By: dainii



I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. Here now is the revised version of the Mister Gabe tale.

All characters are 18 or over before involvement in sexual activity. 

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Present Day - June 2013

Hello. My name is Dave. It is Thursday, and I had just turned onto the street leading to the cul-de-sac on which my home is located. There are three "luxury" side-by-sides on the large cul-de-sac. Each has a large lot, with private, shared backyards which include a pool. It cost a pretty penny when we bought it a number of years ago - but then we can afford it, and we expected that it would be good for our kids. Things have been a little different than I expected. 

I am now 40, or I will be in four days. My wife, Jen, is 38. We have three kids. We had our oldest, Sara, when Jen was 18, and our twins, Mike and Molly, two years later. Sara is now 20, going to the local university studying pre-law, and is married to Brock who works in his father's real estate development company. More on them later, but suffice to say that Sara and Brock live at our house, and plan to until our neighbor moves out of his side of the house. This weekend is the twins' birthday - the day after tomorrow actually. My birthday is Monday - two days after theirs.

I am a lawyer, work long hours, and I travel fairy often. I have managed to stay in shape though. I am 6' 1", and about 165 lbs, and still fairly firm all over. Jen is Vice-Principal at the local high school - the one that Sara went to, and that the twins go to now. Jen is a beauty, standing 5'3" in her stockings. Mousy blonde hair, hour glass figure with full 36's on the top half. Everything about her is gorgeous. She was the love of my life, and had been since high school - I've been questioning that lately, and you'll understand why soon. Sara looks like her mom, a little taller maybe, and her hair is still very blonde. Mike is about 6', and 185 lbs of rock hard teenage muscle. Molly is the only brunette in the family, and the tallest girl at about 5'8". She is also very athletic.

As I said, I am approaching our home after a hard day at the office and I realize that the car I am following is my wife's. It appears that someone is in the car with her. She pulls into our drive way, and I stop on the street just off of the driveway. As I get out of the car my eyes sweep the veranda of the "other" half of our home. I see that Mister Gabe is just getting up from a chair and walking to the rail, looking at my wife as she gets out of the car. 

Mister Gabe. That is what we all call him Gabriel Black - although I refer to him as the black bastard more than anything else. He has been living in the other half of the house for the last two years.

Jen has stepped out of her car, and as she walks towards the front of the car she peers around at the neighbors' houses to see if there is any sign of life at them. Not surprisingly, given the time of day (people are still on their way home from work), there isn't. She is wearing her "business" clothes. A smart, but short skirt, with pleats that is made of a lighter material and I can see that the mild breeze of the day is moving it, and it certainly swishes enticingly as she moves about. On top I can see that she has a short, matching business jacket. Three buttons done up to just between her breasts. That, the single strand of pearls around her neck, the silver wristlet on her arm, and the anklet just above her left foot, and her spiky high heels make up her attire. I know that she is not wearing anything else. She never does, or at least she hasn't for the last two years. 

I see that a gangly boy has emerged from the passenger seat of Jen's car, and Jen is waving him over to meet her in front of the car. He appears to be in his late teens and he looks to be nervous. A light bulb goes off in my head and I know what I am watching. Again. So I stay standing at the open door of my car so as to not interfere.

Jen had glanced up at Mister Gabe's veranda as she was gesturing for the boy to join her. When she saw Mister Gabe her face lit up in the most beautiful smile. That was the smile that only I used to get. The black bastard just grinned back at her as he stood at the rail, and waved at her to continue.

Jen returned her attention to the boy. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I knew the words. "Boy (or whatever his name was), today is your 18th birthday, and I, as your Vice Principle make it a point to give every one of my students a birthday present when he or she turns 18. You just lean here up against the front of my car and relax. You will enjoy it, I promise." My wife was very practiced in the giving of these 'gifts' as she has been doing them for almost two years now. There are two full years' worth of her students that have received her birthday gifts. With that, and a saucy grin for her student, Jen pushes the youth back against the hood of her car and proceeds to undo his belt. She unbuttons the front of his pants and pulls the zipper down.

I am momentarily distracted as anouther car enters the cul-de-sac and pulls in beside mine, behind Jen's car. I see that Sara is home. Jen had glanced up to also note Sara's arrival, and with a little wave of welcome to her, returns her concentration to the boy, grabbing both his pants and his shorts together and pulling them to his ankles, falling to her knees as she does. As I watch this, I hear Sara exit her car, pause for a moment and then walk over to join me leaning against my vehicle. As she approaches I hear her question me quietly, "birthday? I think I know him. A friend of Mike's."

I am distracted as I nod that she is correct, at least about the occasion. I didn't know the boy. Jen had finished pulling the boy's clothes to his ankles and she was now down on her knees in front of him. She smiled up at him as she reached out grasp his quickly hardening cock. Reading her lips, I could tell she said, "happy birthday", and with a couple of quick tugs on his cock, she leaned forward with her mouth open and took him inside. 

Sara reached me, and pressed her body up against mine and proceeded to kiss me soundly. No, not your normal, "how are you dad?" kiss between father and daughter. She pushed her tongue between my lips and frenched me soundly. After a moment, she leaned away from me and peering into my eyes, asked, "did that help a bit daddy? I know that these things still bother you." I smiled lovingly at my daughter and glanced downward between us - at her very perky tits, with the nipples obviously also giving me a warm welcome through her very skin-tight lycra top, and lower at my cock, all hard and straining at my business suit. "You know that always helps sweetie."

She had distracted me. But now we both turned our attention back to her mother, my wife, and her student. Sara turned in my arms and ensured that my cock was securely nestled in the crack of her well-formed ass (barely concealed in the mini-shorts that she was wearing). She grasped my hands around her, and I could feel the diamond of her wedding rings on her finger as we watched the scene before us. 

The boy was leaning back against the car, staring down at Jennifer as she was now driving her mouth back and forth on his young cock. We saw that Mister Gabe was descending from his veranda and striding over to the action on the driveway. As he got close to the couple, he caught the boy's eye.

Mister Gabe is an imposing figure of a man. Easily 6'6", and 260 lbs of muscle. He is a little older than me, in his mid forties, but he is obviously a much bigger and fitter example of the male beast. Not to say that I'm not in shape - I've been working out on a weekly basis for almost two years, and I was hard all over. It is just that I am physically smaller than the man. Also, he is coal black. Head to toe, and everything in between. Staring at the young man enjoying my wife's attentions, he said, "boy! Two things. One, you don't ever tell anyone about what is happening here. If I ever hear that you have, you will answer to me. And you don't want that. Do you understand?" The boy nodded immediately and I'm sure that I heard him squeak out an affirmative.

"Second, boy. You are not taking full advantage of your birthday present." With that Mister Gabe leaned down over my wife and undid the buttons of her suit jacket and pulled the two sides apart, revealing Jen's beautiful tits to her very appreciative student. I could see the sun flash off of the tiny pendant attached to Jennifer's right nipple. The boy's eyes bugged out even more than they were already. 

I could feel Sara reach behind herself to brush the back of her hand up and down my straining cock. At the same time, I turned my hand to gently grasp her breast, and started to softly kneed it. I could feel the stud in her left nipple - the pendant that I had put there - and tugged at it gently. She twisted her head around and gave me anouther peck on the lips, then said, "I'm not wearing it today. I can't with this shirt." She groaned softly as I tugged on the stud, "I love you daddy."

I nodded, knowing that the pendant that would normally be hanging from that stud would stand out too much with this shirt, and murmured back "I love you too sweetie."

She continued, "Mom loves you too daddy."

"Hmmm," was my only response.

"I am sure" she said, "do you still love her?"

"I don't know. It has been a long time, with a lot of bad water under the bridge" I reply, and we turn our attention back to my wife. 

Mister Gabe was still instructing the student, "pay attention boy. When you have a slut on her knees in front of you, you must take a hold of her, and let her know that being on her knees is, in fact, her proper place." With that, Mister Gabe reached down to demonstrate. He took one of Jen's tits in each hand and squeezed them. He let his fingers slide out to her nipples, with had hardened out to their fully extended inch long length. He took a firm grasp of each nipple and, getting a grip on the studs in them, pulled at the nipples, twisting at the same time, hard. My wife was literally pulled a few inches off of her knees. All the while she maintained that boys cock in her mouth - her cheeks billowing in and out as she suctioned on him. "Now you do it, boy", said Mister Gabe as he released Jen's tits. Mister Gabe for the first time acknowledged our presence with a nod and then returned his attention to Jen's student, who was paying close attention to his instruction. The boy reached down to grab my wife's tits, and cruelly squeezed them, twisting them as hard as he could as he squeezed. Mister Gabe then fisted my wife's hair and thrust her face onto the boy's cock, "like this boy". The boy intently released one tit, grabbed my wife's hair and pulled her onto his cock. He was obviously a quick study. 

It didn't take long. I'm sure he would have cum quickly just from the shock of seeing his Vice-Principle on her knees blowing him, but with her tits bare, and the added instruction from Mister Gabe, and then the practical experience, he just couldn't hold it any longer. Both Sara and I could see him tense up, and with a final pull on Jen's hair pinning her to him, he emptied his balls into her eager mouth. A few seconds more of sucking and he was obviously cleaned out.

Sara groaned in front of me, and I realized that I now had both of her tits in my hands and I was aggressively pulling on her nipples through her shirt, gripping the studs in both nipples. As the scene climaxed in front of us, we abruptly stopped what we were doing and dropped our hands from each other. Sara took a half step away from me.

Jen climbed to her feet and Mister Gabe wrapped her in his arms, giving her a squeeze and then started to walk with her towards us. Mister Gabe pointed at Sara and barked, "you, take the boy home. Now!" Sara jumped at the command and practically ran to Jen's student and dragged him towards her car while he struggled to put his clothing back together. 

In a moment, Sara and boy were gone. Mister Gabe was standing before me with an arm draped over Jen's shoulder and one of his huge hands resting idly on her still very exposed melons - one large finger idly flipping the pendant with his name on it. Quietly he said to Jen, "you need to greet this man Jennifer." She looked up at him lovingly, and then tentatively smiled at me. She leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips - the sort of "in public, this is my husband, kind of greeting kiss that I have been receiving from my wife for two years. As Jennifer opened her mouth to say "hello", Mister Gabe softly added, "no Jen, greet him properly. He has been a good man for you for many years." 

Jen glanced quickly up at Mister Gabe with a confused look, but then turned to me and opened her arms. She leaned in and gave me the kind of hug that I had been deprived of for so long. She stretched up and planted her lips on mine... and she kissed me. The kind of kiss that I haven't had for so long. Mister Gabe continued, "Jennifer, I will be giving you back to him on Monday, after we celebrate the twin's birthday. I will have MP's wife make the arrangements for the ceremony." With that he grasped one of my hands, which were hanging limply at my side since Sara departed, and placed it firmly onto my wife's breast. We, Jen and I, both gasped. Other than the cursory public offerings, I haven't been able to touch her in two years. Then he just turned and walked back to his side of the house without anouther word. I was pretty sure that I had dreamt those words. 

As Mister Gabe climbed the steps to his porch, and then stepped into his house, my wife and I looked at each other. I couldn't help but wonder at the meaning of his words. Jennifer coming back to me?

She whispered, "what does he mean? Why would he do this!? Did you know about this?"

I slowly shook my head and responded, "no. I don't know and it's the first I've heard of it." I paused, and then suddenly bowing to the urge, I leaned into her and pressed my lips against hers. She tensed, and briefly pushed against my arms - her natural reflex reaction. But only for a moment, and as she relaxed, she returned the kiss. The slightly salty taste of the boy so recently in her mouth remained, but I wasn't passing on this opportunity because of that. I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Again, a little hesitation, following by acceptance... and was there just a hint of eagerness? 

We both heard anouther vehicle pull into the cul-de-sac behind us, causing us to break the kiss. Jen quickly moved to re-button her suit top while I peered around and gave a little wave to our neighbor, Simon, as, returning from his work day, he pulled into his driveway. 

I still held Jen loosely in my arms as she completed buttoning up. Finished, she looked up at me. I couldn't help but stare at her, stare into her eyes, and as I did, for the first time in a very long time, I felt something stir in me that hadn't been there... what was it? Hope? Hope that this nightmare was soon to be over, and that perhaps in that brief tightening of her grip on my arms there was still something between us that we both wanted to hold on to. Or... maybe just anticipation that it was over, and time to finalize that as a fact?

I turned Jen towards our door, and after quickly reaching into the car for my briefcase, I lightly draped my arm over her shoulder and walked with her towards our house. 

The house. Not really our "home", or at least for me it had lost the bigger feeling that "home" implies. I could clearly recall the excitement that Jennifer and I had had when we made the decision to move out of the house that I had inherited from my folks. My parent's house had always been tainted for me. Yes, the inheritance of the house gave us a free place to live while we were raising our young family, just as the life insurance had allowed both Jen and I to continue our education at a time when, fresh out of high school, we had a child and each other to support. But, all of that came at the expense of me losing my parents. Neither of us were able to disassociate the tragedy of their loss at the hands of a drunk driver from the house. So, about three years ago - right after I made partner at my old firm, and Jennifer went from school teacher to school administrator - we found ourselves with a good income, and the ability to really get what we want. The equity from selling my folk's place really helped with our decisions, and did preserve some link back to what they did for us.

Jennifer and I spent days with realtors looking at the market. Our dream included a pool, and a yard with some privacy, but given our hectic personal working lives, we really didn't want to be bound to all of the yard work that goes with a house. It seemed that we would have to "give" on something. Either buy a house to get the yard and pool, and suck up the yard maintenance, or go into a condo but lose the private yard. Or so it seemed. Jen had a student whose father was a property developer. At a parent-teacher conference, after they agreed that the student was doing exceptionally well, they spent time talking about our difficulties in finding what we want. He told Jen that we should come by his office because he was in the process of finishing up a unique strata development that we might like. He said that all but two of the units were sold, so come quickly.

We did. It was fantastic. Three side-by-side McMansions on a private cul-de-sac. Each side-by-side had a shared, but otherwise private backyard complete with pool and hot tub area. The beauty was that the entire cul-de-sac was a strata development, meaning that all maintenance, inside and out, including the pools, were managed by the strata association. All the owner had to do was to call the development manager, and the maintenance would happen. 

The houses themselves were sizeable, each having a large open foyer at the front door which opened one direction into a large open plan kitchen with breakfast nook looking through large glass doors to the pool area. The other direction from the foyer led either to a large'ish library, and then a great room, or upstairs to the second level. Off of the great room - which faced the street - were double doors opening on to a covered veranda which could also be reached from the foyer. The second story contained five bedrooms and three baths. Three of the bedrooms were standard bedroom size and shared one of the bathrooms, with the fourth designed as a guest suite with a separate sitting room and ensuite bathroom. It also had a small balcony overlooking the pool. The master suite, with its own balcony over the pool, was palatial with room for our dreamed of huge four post bed, a sitting room and a walk-in dressing room complete with room for a couch and a wall of mirrors to dress in front of. The ensuite had a soaker jet tub and a glassed in shower big enough to party in. The dressing room/ensuite shared the wall with the other side of the house to almost eliminate noises from the other house emanating into the bedroom. Literally, it was more than we had ever dreamed of.

All of the buildings were sold except for one. The developer was hoping to retain one half for a while to eventually gift to his son when he completed college and joined his firm, but that was going to be at least four years yet, so he was planning to rent it out if he could find someone appropriate. The side he showed us was the last that he was going to sell. It was complete through lock-up, awaiting only an owner's decisions on interior finish. Jennifer and I jumped all over ourselves in our rush to take ownership of the one half of the remaining building. Two and half years ago, we took ownership. It was everything we had hoped. It was going to be "home".


Mister Gabe Ch. 01



Jennifer and I separated at the door with me briefly clinging to her hand as she started up the stairs. She looked at me with a tenuous smile, and turned away, climbing the stairs. I dropped my briefcase inside the door and headed into my library/office, slumping down into the couch that I had there. This was the one room that I felt totally comfortable in, as it was the only place in the house (other than the twins' rooms) that I could be absolutely certain was unmarked by Mister Gabe. 

Mister Gabe. 

I leaned over to the mini-bar in the library and pulled out a bottle of Becks, popped the top, took a healthy swig and flopped back into the couch. I closed my eyes and let the tension of the day start to ease out of me. Watching Jennifer do that boy in the driveway was not something that I would ever get used to.

How had we ever got to this place? How had this nightmare ever seen the light of day?

... 

The Past

Jennifer and I met when she was fourteen and I was sixteen. She was a bright student who had trouble in math. I was a whiz at math. My math teacher asked if I would tutor her in the subject. While I agreed, it was with some trepidation. Jen was still taller than I (I was a slow grower), and her face was angelic. Combine that with the fact that her body was already the stuff of a teenager's wet dreams, and sure I was nervous. I mean how was I going to be able to talk with her, let alone teach her math? But I bucked up and gave it a go.

The first time I went over to her place after school was an eye opener. While my family was obviously loving and fun loving, with at times a wicked sense of humour, Jen's seemed to be just about the polar opposite. Her dad was a strict disciplinarian, and her mother seemed to be a mouse in the way she followed his every direction. Don't get me wrong, they were nice people and I certainly got along with them, it was just that it took some getting used to the fact that her dad spoke and everybody jumped. I had trouble believing Jennifer came from that atmosphere given the comfortable, happy face she put on for everyone at school. And I should say that she wasn't "unhappy" at home - it was just that she seemed to freely give over her free will to her father when she walked in that door. Odd, to me, but I was still getting the opportunity to be with her, so, you know, I lived with it. Over time, I more than lived with it, it became natural to turn over control of things to her dad whenever we walked into that house. I don't know why, but it was obviously what Jen wanted. I wanted Jen, so I let it happen to me as well.

Jen was (is) smart. It didn't take her long to pick up what I was trying to teach her. The oddly wonderful thing though was how our tutoring sessions very quickly evolved into real friendship. It got to the point that by the end of that year I was always with her. She always seemed "up" for my suggestions about doing things together. Coincidentally, I grew. In the space of one year I added six inches and my frame started to fill out. It was great. Our first kiss came on her door step as I dropped her off after a movie. The porch light came on and the door opened to her father standing there. Jen stepped back from my embrace and her hand went to cover her mouth - her eyes wide as she stared at her father. He looked from her, to me, and back to her, "kissing is allowed. Nothing more. Not until you are 18 Jennifer." He looked at me again, "understood son?" I nodded. Jen assured her dad that she understood. And that was that.

I was eighteen and preparing to go to college. Jen was in tears and wailing that she would die without me... who would look after her? While I wasn't bawling at the time, I have to admit that my feelings were exactly the same. Our friendship had become love. This beautiful creature had complete control over my heart and soul. We decided together that I would not go out of city to college, and that she would continue to be my one and only love. I think that was the first time that we actually said the word. But, immature as we were, I am also sure that we both truly meant it.

For the next two years, I went to college working on pre-law, and Jen finished high school. Believe it or not, even though there was a lot of typical teenage heavy petting, I never even got her shirt off. Not once. I tried a few times, in the heat of passionate kissing, but after a few aborted attempts Jennifer sat me up straight and looked me in the eyes to say that her father had told her that she was not going to be a harlot, and not going to bring home a brat while she was still in school, and that I had been there when he had told us that kissing was ok, but nothing else. So she was not to allow things to get out of hand. Jen took pains to let me know that her parents really liked me (as mine did her), but her father had set the rules and she simply couldn't ignore them. Wait until she was eighteen.

She did. We did. Which meant, because I took my word seriously and had no interest in messing around on my Jennifer, that I was a virgin at twenty. It was worth the wait, believe me.

For her eighteenth birthday, I took her out to the fanciest place I could afford. She was beautiful, dressed in a light, flowery summer dress that reached to about mid-thigh and exposed just enough of the upper slopes of her magnificent breasts to tease. Her hair was up, and she had a gold necklace on with a tiny pearl pendant that hung artfully in the valley of her breasts. She self-consciously ordered a glass of merlot and with a little grin said that she was now eighteen and her father said that until I said different, she was now responsible for her own rules, so it was ok to drink some wine. It didn't hit me at the time, but I realized later that she had just offered to hand her father's control over to me. 

We ate, and drank some, and we danced. Honestly, other than knowing that we did those things, I really don't remember any of it. I was immersed in Jennifer and everything else simply passed me by. We got into my beat up old Toyota and drove back to my folks' place. They were out for the evening - like they had planned on leaving the house to me that night. Dad was like that. So, he took mom out for the night because he knew that I was going to want some special "alone" time with Jennifer.

We went downstairs into the rec room where I dimmed the lights and put on some music - I was partial to the Eagles. I grabbed anouther bottle of wine from my dad's wine cellar and was in the process of opening it when I felt Jennifer's hand softly grasp mine. She pulled me into her arms, and proceeded to lay the most passionate kiss on me that I had ever experienced. Her tongue was deep in my mouth at the same time that her hands were roaming my arms, my shoulders, my chest, my hair. She broke the kiss and taking my hand, she quietly said that we didn't need any more wine right now and led me up through the house to my bedroom. She left me standing by my bed and reached behind her neck to unhook her dress. The few seconds that it took for that dress to slowly drift down her body and pool at her feet lasted hours. First her bra appeared. It was a lacy, light weight, light blue number that accented rather than really doing anything to hold her breasts. Then, her matching panties were unveiled. Not a thong certainly, but also not the granny panties that I might have expected - having never really seen them before. She looked gorgeous standing there in her lacy lingerie. With my bedside light on behind her, I could see the soft glow of the fine hairs on her arms as she stood there. She reached up and undid her hair, and with a slight shake of her head let it fall around her shoulders. In the space of two or three heartbeats my Jen had transformed from the picture perfect girl next door that I had been dating and loving for four years, into a sultry vixen that I wanted to take, and take now! 

I was entranced.

Jennifer reached between her breasts for what was obviously a front-clasped bra, and she paused looking at me. "Would you like to," she purred? Did I? Duh. I'm sure I was staggering like a drunk, but she was giggling, and that helped to calm me. "What would your dad say about the rules now, my sweet?" I playfully asked her as I brushed my fingertips across the exposed slopes of her breasts. Again she giggled and then whispered "you make the rules now my love". I paused briefly looking deeply into her eyes and moved my hands to her face, clasping her, and bringing her lips to mine. 

There in my bedroom in my parent's house, on her 18th birthday, Jennifer gave me her virginity and took mine. Our souls entwined, never to part. 

Our lives changed that night. I took Jennifer home in the wee hours of the morning. Her dad did not meet us at the door like he had every other time for the last four years. She just kissed me softly on the lips and let herself in.

My parents never did come home. In the morning I was woken by a policeman knocking on the door. He carefully explained that a drunk driver had broadsided my folks' car, and that they had both died in the accident. Just like that. At twenty I was an adult, and inherited everything. The house, the insurance, and everything else. I was set to do anything I wanted with my life, I would just have to do it without my folks. Not a trade that I'd recommend to anyone. If I hadn't had Jennifer, and the support that her family gave me, I'm not sure that I would have made it. But I did, or I should say, we did.

Jennifer always had a mischievous streak to her. She'd get a glint in her eye and I knew that something off the wall was coming my way. After her birthday that glint started to mean new and interesting things. It was only about a month after her birthday, and with my folk's passing we hadn't continued our carnal relationship. My mind just wasn't in that space.

Jen wanted to visit her grandparents who lived about four hours away in the foothills. She determined that I would drive her and we would stay at their place for the weekend. I recall that it was a nice warm day, broken clouds in an otherwise sunny sky. Perfect driving conditions for my Toyota which could be a suspect highway driving car at times. About half way there we were climbing out of a valley when Jen pointed out a park nestled along the creek that flowed through the valley. There were a few cars spaced amoungst the trees, and you could see people playing in the water. We pulled into the park and Jen told me to drive over to the less occupied side and park. We could have a picnic lunch she said. I should have suspected something when she said this as she was staring right at me with a glint in her eye. The glint.

I parked the car. From my side you could see the other people there, down by the creek. Jen's side was in the shade of a large old oak tree. I climbed out but Jennifer seemed to be having some trouble. She told me to come around and help her. I stretched and then walked around the back of the car. Jen's door was open and she was sitting sideways with her legs out of the car. Two steps and I was standing in front of her, and my mouth fell open. Jen was in the process of lifting her t-shirt over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts to the world. Ok, really only to me, but still... "Close your mouth big boy, and come in closer," she grinned at me. With that she leaned forward and grasped me by the belt and pulled me between her spread legs. Quickly she undid my belt, and my pants button and pulled my zipper down. "Jennifer" I groaned as she yanked my pants and shorts to my knees. My cock was rapidly expanding. She leaned in and licked the head, locked her eyes on mine and took me in her mouth. Immediately my knees started to shake and I had to grasp the top of the car to hold myself up. I could see a couple sitting not fifty feet from where I was getting my first blow job. I groaned again, and I guess I wasn't too quiet about it as the lady's head turned to look in my direction. I smiled at her and she returned it, turning back to her own man.

Jen pushed me back, away from the car, and while maintaining her lip lock on my cock, she struggled out of her shorts and panties. In a few seconds she was naked, kneeling at my feet and I was having great difficulty standing straight. I tangled my fingers in her head to gain some balance. That felt good. No, it felt great! Jen had no more experience at giving head than I had at receiving it, but she was giving it her all - her cheeks billowing in and out as she vacuumed me. I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock inside her mouth. She broke her grip on my cock for a moment, and panted, "harder, Dave, do it harder!" I realized that I had been pulling her mouth onto my cock, face fucking her, and she wanted me to do it! So I did. Staring down at her, with both hands I grasped swathes of her hair and pulled her forcefully onto my cock, pushing into her at the same time with as much force as I could. I could hear her choking and I started to let off, but she moved her hands to my naked butt and pulled me into her again. Drool was running from her mouth and nose, and I could see tears streaming from her eyes as she tried to maintain some sort of eye contact. It was too much. With a last lunge, I pushed my eight inches past her tonsils and into her throat, and burst into a river of cum straight into her stomach. My legs gave out and as I started to collapse I could see two things: as my cock came out of her throat, still cumming, I could see cum spurting from Jen's nose, and as my eyes left her face I glimpsed the lady's eyes staring at me, wide in shock. She had seen the whole thing!

I was on my ass in the grass. Jen was crying and laughing, and grabbing her t-shirt to wipe some of the mess off of her face and tits. I could hear the couple moving to a place farther down the creek bank, away from us. I was still panting, and my eyes were wide open staring at Jennifer. Holy shit! My girl next door could really get out of hand, in semi-public no less. 

Jen, still wiping at my cum, looked at me and laughed, "did you like your picnic? I loved mine."

We could hear some folks coming our way and panicked a bit, grabbing at our clothes and diving in the car. I ran around to my side holding my pants up and as soon as I was in, turned the key and spun out heading for the highway. We got dirty looks from just about everybody there except the lady who had been watching us. I swear that she gave Jen a thumb's up as we passed her.

A few seconds later we were back on the highway. Jen had her t-shirt on, all blotchy with my cum, but had left her shorts off. "We're going to have to stop again soon so that we can continue that Dave. I liked it. Did you" she smiled? Duh. We did stop again. A few times. We fucked and sucked each other all the way to grandma's house.

I had to watch for that gleam in her eye.

The next few months, as summer faded to fall, and then into winter, were basically more of the same. We'd screw everywhere we could, as often as we could. Jen seemed to enjoy the risks of being caught, and she certainly seemed to enjoy it more when I was telling her what to do.

Once, we were with a bunch of friends at one of their parent's cottage by the lake. We had finished lunch with everybody at the cottage, and headed down to the dock ahead of everybody else. Jen was in a bikini - the first I'd ever seen her in, previously she had stuck to more conservative one piece suits because, as she said, that was what her father told her was acceptable. Well, I certainly "accepted" her new look - it was not the smallest bikini in the world, but it certainly displayed all of the right parts in a way "acceptable" to me. And I guess that was the point. Anyway, she grabbed my hand as we headed past the boathouse and out onto the dock. She pulled me to the front of the boathouse which had a short platform over the lake that the dock was linked to. In front of the boathouse we could hear everyone at the cottage getting ready to join us, but they couldn't actually see us. Jennifer yanked my bathing suit to my ankles, dropped to her knees and swallowed me in one gulp. I grabbed her hair and as my cock hardened in her mouth I pulled her forcefully on to it, "here, bitch, swallow this!" I had never called her that before, it just dropped out of my mouth. She froze for a second and looked up at me. Jen let my cock drop from her lips and hoarsely whispered, "yes Dave, I'm your bitch. Now and always!" With that she drove herself back on to my cock. 

We could hear the rest of the crowd descending to the dock, and they were getting close. I disengaged from my love and knelt in front of her, still holding her hair. I looked into her eyes and told her, "get into the water and swim to the end of the dock. I'll join you there, but by the time I reach you, you better have those bottoms off and your legs spread for me!" With that I pushed her backwards off of the platform, into the water and dove in over her head.

Under water I pulled my swim trunks up, but left my cock and balls hanging lose above the waistband. I rose to the surface to see our friends jumping into the water all around us. Looking around I could see Jen stroking her way to the end of the dock a good forty feet away.

I started that way but could also see Paul, the friend whose family owned the cottage, already swimming after my girl. Jen made it to the end of the dock and clung to it with one hand while the other was obviously busy under the water. I slowed my approach as I saw Paul grab the dock next to Jennifer. He was hanging in the water looking at her and she at him. Jen later told me that Paul asked her what she was doing, and was she ok. She told him that Dave had told her to come here, and take her bottoms off. From my vantage, as I slowly stroked my way towards them, I could see the priceless expression on Paul's face, and the very embarrassed one on Jen's as she handed him her bikini bottoms. I was close enough now to hear her ask him to hold them for her. I could see the glint in her eyes. She wasn't that embarrassed.

Paul was gaping like a guppy as he took the bottoms from her. He glanced around quickly, but I'm sure he didn't see me in the crowd of splashing people. He transferred the bikini bottoms to the hand also holding onto the dock and with his free hand he leaned in and was obviously running his hand up Jen's leg. I could see her eyes widen as she stared into his eyes. He had just proven to himself that she was indeed without bottoms, and probably that she was in the process of spreading her legs - as instructed.

Jen put her hand on Paul's shoulder and gently pushed at him. "Kissing is ok. Nothing more, Paul." With that she leaned into him and kissed him. First it was rather chaste, but that lasted only for a second and I could see them start to exchange tongues.

Now I moved quickly to join them. "Paul, what are you doing with my girl? Jen, what is happening here?" Trying to sound a little angry, although, strangely, I really wasn't. She was doing what I told her to do. Sort of. She was stretching things a bit.

Paul broke the kiss and let go of the dock. "Sorry man, got carried away." He thrust her bikini bottoms into my hand and dove under the water and away from us.

Jen simply looked at me, and then glanced down into the water at her spread legs. Her one hand was working away at her pussy. "I told him kissing was ok, but nothing more. But I was a bit too late, and he was already touching me." She looked up into my eyes, with that glint in hers, and with a saucy grin, "are you mad Dave? See, I'm spread just the way you want."

"Good girl Jennifer," I smiled back at her, as I reached for her, "just remember. This is my cunt, bitch. This is my pussy." I thrust two fingers past her hand deep into her. Even under water she was very wet inside. She groaned with pleasure. I moved between her legs, and grabbing both her hands between mine, pinned them above her head to the dock, I held her in place as I rammed my cock into her in one motion. No pause for her to get used to it. She was ready. She groaned again, "call me your bitch, love. Use my cunt. My pussy is yours." 




Mister Gabe Ch. 01



The crowd was making the water boil, they were playing with the exuberance of youth. I'm sure that some noticed us, but they were good friends. Even Paul kept his distance. The only people who couldn't see us there at the end of the dock were Paul's folks. I rammed Jen into that dock over and over. She cried, and groaned, and even screamed, but it was well covered by the noise around us. As I finished inside her I'm sure that I heard a few catcalls, and some splashy applause. Jen's faced was bright red.

It was fantastic.

I don't know if it was on her 18th, or on the way to grandma's house, or any of the other times, but we found out that Sara was going to join us soon. We didn't hesitate as there was no doubt in either of our minds. Jennifer and I were married, and Sara was born in the spring, before Jenn's 19th birthday. We moved into my folks', now my, house. With the money from my inheritance, neither of us needed to work yet. I continued in school, going from pre-law to law school. Jen, with the help of her mother who babysat Sara for us, went on to school in search of her education degree. Two years later the twins came along in the late summer. I graduated and joined a firm downtown. Jennifer graduated and started teaching high school. After a couple of years, she went back and got her mba before rejoining the school.

Things were absolutely fantastic.

Our kids grew. I never consciously thought about it, but at home I made the rules, such as they were. I definitely leaned more towards my dad's outlook on things as opposed to Jen's father's approach. But it was still there. If I told Jen to do something, she did it no questions asked. Sara and the twins grew up with a similar understanding though not as obviously submissive as Jen. 

Jen and I never lost our love for each other, and even though finding the time for making love was at times difficult, we did make the time. Rarely, but sometimes I told my bitch to spread her cunt lips for me. She did. Didn't matter where we were, or who was around, she just did it. Always, always, always with a glint in her eye.

... 

The Present

I tilted the bottle of Becks up and took a swallow, and the beer was gone. Yes, Jennifer and I had had a good time while raising our kids. Some wild times, but not too many. That is the nature of having kids. I looked at the empty bottle in my hand, shrugged to myself, and setting it down on the floor beside my feet and once again I leaned over to the mini-bar and extracted anouther bottle. Becks is good beer. If I had some Smithwicks it would be better, but I was having difficulty finding a place that sold that stuff - other than at Mahoney's Bar down on the waterfront. 

I could hear footsteps from the floor above me. Given the relative position of rooms on the second floor, that meant that my wife was in the dressing room above me. Otherwise the house was silent.

Then I heard the soft but distinctive sound of the door opening in the closet. You could only hear that from here when the rest of the house was as quiet as it is now which was rare, with so many others living in the house. The "door". The one that Mister Gabe had built that connected his dressing room to ours. I frowned at the thought, and swigging at the beer again, I leaned back into my couch.

Mister Gabe. My mind started to spiral down the same path it had taken many, many times in the last couple of years. What the fuck kind of hold did Mister Gabe have on Jen? Oh I know that initially it was whatever he put in the wine that he served, but that had stopped a long time ago. And what the fuck did he mean when he said that he was giving her back? Did I even want her back now? Everything was in place to just finish it off as I had been planning to happen after the kids turned eighteen. Did I really want to go through with it? 

Why was my wife still in thrall to the black bastard? In mid gulp a new thought came to me. An epiphany of sorts. One that for the life of me, I should have had ages ago.

The scene at Paul's folk's cottage was still fresh in my mind's eye. I had told Jen to do something, and she had done it... even to the point of allowing virtually all of her friends see her being fucked in the water at the end of the dock.

Fact: Jen was predisposed to listening to instructions, commands, from those that she viewed as "power" people in her life. In fact her father had trained her that way, and her mother had reinforced the idea that it was natural for the woman to obey. 

Fact: She did not draw any lines around what types of commands or "rules" to follow. Public fucking-on-command at Paul's cottage was a good example of that. And there were other times like that when I ordered something, and she simply did it.

Fact: That willingness or need to obey could have positive consequences. Our sex lives had never been dull. 

"Need to obey," I murmured to myself around anouther swallow of beer. "hmmm. Need?" That is the key, I thought. I sat up straight, the bottle frozen in place at my lips as the line of thinking took hold. Need. Jennifer had been raised to need to obey, need to listen to the rules. When she turned 18 she transferred ownership of the rule making from her father to me.

Unfortunate Fact: Unlike her father, I just don't have a need to dominate someone, so while we played at it from time to time, it was just play. It wasn't my "go to" natural state. Sure, I made some "rules" for around the house - basically for the kids, and they were the standard father-type rules like "if you are at a party and everybody is drunk, call me and I'll come get you". Did her need require something, or "someone" to fill the vacuum that I didn't fill? 

I finished the swallow, and sagging back into the couch again, I looked at the ceiling separating me from my wife who I presumed had gone through that door into Mister Gabe's. Thinking hard, I could recall at least a couple of instances where my new theory may have already been proven before Mister Gabe showed up.

... 

The Past

The kids were what?, 8 or 10 years old, or something around that age. Jennifer's mom had come over to babysit as Jen and I went to a party at my friend's house. Grant and his new girlfriend Lydia had just moved into a basement suite downtown and were having a house-warming party. I was close to Grant, having gone to college with him, and we were just getting to know Lydia. Jennifer looked ravishing I recall. After the kids she had spent considerable time in the gym and jogging around the park near our house in an effort to regain/retain her perfect body. Her tummy was flat. Her legs and ass were tight. Her breasts were actually a bit bigger and hadn't sagged at all even with the fact that she had breasted fed Sara, Mike and Molly. Jen was wearing a short'ish, light weight apple green skirt - about mid-thigh - with a pink thong underneath. Up top she had a matching bra over which she wore a loose, button up peasant shirt - the kind with the blousy sleeves. I remember that she left enough buttons undone so as to give everybody a good view of the tops of her breasts, and with the blouse belt holding things together at her waist, whenever she bent over the view could be quite a bit more. As I said, she looked ravishing. I was more simply attired in shorts and a golf shirt.

We arrived at the party and parked in the lot just outside Grant's living room window. From the inside of Grants basement suite you could get a fantastic view of the undercarriage of all the vehicles owned by the residents of the block. Their "view" became a standing joke for as long as they lived there. Inside, the small suite was already crowded, with people everywhere. Jen and I knew some of them well, but most we either just recognized as acquaintances that we'd seen with Grant before, and a few we assumed were friends of Lydia's because we didn't recognize them at all. 

The booze was flowing, and the music rocking... loud. We had heard it from outside as we parked the car. Jen and I stuck to each other for a while, but then found ourselves split by the masses. Eventually a small'ish area was cleared in the living room, with the furniture pushed up against the walls, or down the hallway, to make room for some dancing. As the sun set outside, and the booze took hold of everyone, the party really started thumping. We danced with each other, and we danced with anybody else that wanted to. As the booze flowed, the dancing became raunchier and the touching just a little bit more daring. Grant throws a good party, and everyone was having a good time. Jen spread herself around, dancing with a bunch of different folks - both girls and guys. 

There was this one guy, and for the life of me I simply cannot ever remember his name. He reminded me of Kenny Linseman of the Philly Flyers. Ok, Linseman played for other teams too, but I remember him as a Flyer. Anyway, Linseman's nickname was "the Rat". This guy reminded me of "the Rat", so to me that label stuck, and he has always been the Rat. I did notice that as the night wore on, Jennifer seemed to be spending more dance time with the Rat then with others. I noted his hands on her hips as they moved to the faster songs, and that he pulled her in pretty tight during the slow ones. Jen certainly didn't seem to mind.

It was getting on to about midnight and I was coming out of the bathroom - after having waited an excessive amount of time in line to return the beer that I had been renting all evening - and at the end of the hallway near Grant's bedroom door - about 10 feet from me - I could see the Rat casually pinning someone up to the wall simply by leaning into her. I was about to turn away when I heard Jennifer giggle, and I saw her shaking her head as she leaned up to speak into his ear. Given the volume of noise I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could see the Rat's response. He stood up straight, leaning in over Jen (the Rat was about my size, although thinner, so he was about half a foot over Jen). He raised his hand pointing his finger in her face and shaking it under her nose as he spoke forcefully. This I heard, "you do as you are told my little pet."

The drunken grin on Jen's face froze for a moment, and I could actually see her physically accept what the Rat was saying before I heard her response. Her shoulders slightly sagged, and her hands, held clenched between them before, relaxed as she placed her open palms on his chest. "yes sir." That was it.

I don't know why, but I stepped back into the bathroom, earning a bit of a dirty look from the drunk leaning against the wall outside the door awaiting his turn. I closed the door, and held it for a few heartbeats, and then pulled it open again, stepping out. I could see Jen going into Grant's bedroom, and the Rat was already past the bathroom door heading back into the main party in the living room. I let the drunk past me to occupy the can, and I took a step towards the bedroom and then paused, waiting. Not more than a minute passed and Jennifer stepped out the bedroom and saw me waiting. 

She took a skip towards me, her face alight with a gorgeous smile, and almost fell into me as she lost her balance. Jen was a little bit more than just tipsy. I held her under the arms as she regained her balance and could immediately feel her breasts swinging free inside her peasant shirt. Looking down I first noted that she had tugged more of the shirt above the beltline, and undone a couple of the buttons. The result was that more of her lovely upper carriage was on display. Giggling, Jen held up her hand displaying the bra that was no longer inside her shirt, "see, I decided to take it off. Now I don't know what to do with it." laugh.

"You decided to take it off", I inquired, "why"? Not that I was unhappy with the fact, just that given the scene that I had just witnessed, I wanted to hear her answer.

"Because it is hot here with all of these people, and all of the dancing. Because I know that you like seeing me like this, with my tits flopping around," and she bounced on her toes to make them bob up and down. "Because I wanted to," she replied. She put on a patently insincere pout that quickly turned into her radiant smile, "don't you like me like this?" And with that she placed her bra into my hand, planted a quick kiss on my cheek, and left for the kitchen stating, "take care of that, will you?" over her shoulder as she left.

I looked at it dumbly for a second, and then simply tossed it into Grant's bedroom. Let him think about that when he finds it later. The alcohol that I had consumed, and the scene that I had just witnessed combined to leave me in a bit of a fog. But I knew, without a doubt, that Jen's bra was now on the floor in Grant's bedroom because the Rat had told her to take it off. Huh? Have to see where this leads to, I thought.

I slowly headed into the living room, grabbing anouther beer as I went, and continued to party.

About an hour later, during which I had done my level best to keep at least one eye on my wife, and the other on the Rat, the party was slowing. All except Grant and Lydia, the Rat and his wife (whose name I also cannot recall), one other couple, and Jen and I had departed. Mostly in taxi's given that there weren't many surviving designated drivers. The eight of us were comfortably ensconced in the living room. We were all very toasted by booze and feeling absolutely no pain. The Rat looked at Grant and raised his eyebrows in a question. Grant looked at him cross-eyed and shrugged as if to say, why not?

The Rat got up and disappeared into the back of the suite for a minute. When he returned he had a couple of twists of wacky with him that he proceeded to light up after he had sat down again. The first one he took a hit from and then bypassing his own wife, he passed it to his right - to the other couple, and then on to me. The second he passed to Grant, who after a big toke, passed it to his girlfriend, who with a little shake of her head, immediately passed it to my wife. She looked at the Rat, who nodded slowly at her, then at me and with a huge grin on her face proceeded to suck on that doobie like,... like it was my cock. She slowly let the smoke go, and then quickly passed the joint back to Grant, and sank back into her chair. 

We all mellowed for a while, and then Lydia smacked Grant on the knee and said "I'm going to get some more snacks and some coffee out here for you wasted losers." It didn't seem to concern her that Grant fell squarely into the wasted category. As she was getting up, the other couple both rose and he said that their cab was outside and it was time for them to leave. The host was too toasted to get up, so Lydia showed them to the door. We all watched them through the window as the climbed into their cab and were gone. As soon as the cab took off, Lydia looked at us and with a little grimace and a shake of her head, she left for the kitchen.

The Rat nudged Grant and nodded with his chin towards Jen. Grant looked at the Rat for a moment, shrugged and then shifted over in the couch to be closer to Jen. He leaned over towards her and placed his hand on her thigh just above the knee.

I'm going to blame it on the state that I was in, but all I did was sit there and watch.

Grant shook Jennifer's leg to get her attention. He wasn't getting it though as she was very much in a fugue state from the smoke. The Rat elbowed Grant again and murmured something that I didn't catch, causing Grant to lean further over and push his hand up Jen's thigh, under her skirt. You could tell he had reached an important goal because her eyes focused in upon him. She giggled, but that was it. I could tell that his hand wasn't idle under there. Grant said, "now Jennifer, I think you should go and get us all anouther beer. Yes?" She slowly nodded her head while at the same time squirming her butt around on the chair, and I'm guessing, on his hand.

Grant lurched back into the couch, pulling his hand back as he did. I swear that I could see moisture on two of his fingers before I lost sight of them. Had the bastard actually had his fingers in my wife's cunt?

Jen arose on shaky legs, and left for the kitchen. Shortly thereafter we could hear the two women laughing about something. Through it all, the Rat's wife had just set like a lump beside him on the couch watching Grant finger my wife.

After a bit Jennifer came back. She quickly handed me a brew, and pulled back when I tried to lay a hand on her. "I have to finish serving, mister," she scolded me. Then with a beer in either hand she turned and bent slightly to hand one to the Rat. 

"No, Jennifer. Not like that," he admonished her in a slightly scolding manner - like you would talk to a toddler. "Bend over from the hip. Keep your legs straight." As she complied, "that is better, pet. Now lean over so that I don't have to reach for the bottle." Just like that my wife was bent over the Rat. Her shirt was hanging down in front of her and with the buttons that were undone, I'm sure he could see right down her shirt to her breasts. Probably even see her nipples. He placed a hand on the beer that Jen was handing him, but his hand was on top of hers so that she could not let go. "Wait a moment, pet," he commanded. Then with his other hand he casually reached up and unhurriedly undid two more buttons. As he withdrew his hand I could clearly see my wife's fully exposed tits.

The Rat's wife seemed to sigh a bit, but that was it as she sat there watching her husband put his hand inside Jen's blouse and caress her breast, ending with a squeeze of her nipple. Jen gave a sharp intake of breath but her eyes never left the Rat's, and she didn't do anything to stop him. But then, neither did I.

He let go her nipple and gave it a quick flick with the end of his finger, "very nice, pet. Now serve our host." 

My wife slowly stood up, not bothering with the fact that her breasts were still open to the world. She then proceeded to lean over Grant, who was now leering at her in a slightly comical fashion. Grant ignored the proffered beer, and with both hands undid the last two buttons on Jennifer's blouse that were above the belt, and folded the fabric of the front of her shirt back over her shoulders. Jen didn't move. Grant then took a tit in each hand and twisted them and tugged them. Jennifer's only reaction was to groan. In her position, Grants tugging was pulling her into him. She compensated by placing a knee alongside his leg on the couch and her free hand onto his shoulder. Grant pulled her in a little tighter and then leaned in to lick both tits. As he did her left nipple Grant looked at me sideways. Both the Rat and his wife also looked at me - he with a little sneer on his face, and she with a little grin. My boner was obvious to all of them, but I didn't do anything but stare. This continued for a moment until we could all hear Lydia returning from the kitchen. Grant gave each of Jennifer's breasts a swat and then pulled her blouse closed over them and pushed her upright again. He took his beer and, still with the leer, said, "thanks, pet."  

Lydia returned, and while she was setting the munchies down on the table Jen excused herself to the bathroom. When she came back she had her shirt put back together, and that was that for the evening. After some food, and anouther beer, Jen and I, both very under the weather, grabbed a cab home. When we talked about the party the next day, I, of course, asked her about the Rat, and what went on. Her only reply, if I recall correctly, was that she was drunk and stoned, and it just seemed "right" to do as she was told. She also said that she could see that I seemed to be enjoying things. We left it as that - a harmless "drunk" thing. 

... 

The Present

Why did I leave it at that? Back to the present, I took anouther swig of my beer and noticed that a car was pulling into the drive outside of the house. Sara was home after dropping "the boy" off wherever. I continued looking out the window, but I wasn't really paying attention as my thoughts took me to the only other occasion that we had run into the Rat.




Mister Gabe Ch. 01



... 

The Past

Four years ago Grant and Lydia decided to get married. They had their wedding in an old hotel downtown. The hotel was a "landmark" kind of place, with a castle-like look. Twelve floors, with each of the top three floors progressively smaller so that from the street it looked like the top of a castle. Each of the top three floors had a public access walk-way around the outside that you could access from the ballrooms, or guest rooms, bordered by parapets for sight-seeing. Difficult to describe. You just have to know the place. It is a cool place.

Anyway, we were invited to their wedding, as was the Rat and his wife (and a bunch of other folks of course). Normal stuff. Vows. Churchy stuff. Then on to the celebration party, which was held on the ninth floor - the first level with the outside walkway. 

At some point during the dancing I was sitting at a table with Grant and a few other guys tilting a few back. I looked around the dance floor to see if I could see my wife. Lo and behold, she was out there in the middle, in the Rat's arms. Across the other side of the dance floor I could see his wife sitting there watching them as well. 

He held her pretty tightly, and as I watched I could see one of his hands drift down from her waist to her butt, giving it an obvious squeeze. Jen was wearing a body hugging black dress with a deep v neck that connected to straps over the shoulder connecting right a butt level in the back. She couldn't wear a bra in that dress and given how tight it was, she had to wear a thong on the bottom. Nice cleavage, and all of her back was exposed. Did I say that she looked hot? 

I put down my beer and strolled over to the Rat's wife thinking that if he could fondle my wife, I could at least dance with his. As I walked past them on the dance floor, Jennifer gave me a little smile and then turned her face back to the Rat, nodding. I lost sight of them as I took the Rat's wife's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. As we circled I noticed the Rat standing to one side and Jen nowhere to be seen. After a moment I could see her returning from the ladies room. She went directly to the Rat, who looked at her, and then pointed at me.

Jen came over to me and I paused the waltz that I was doing with the Rat's wife. Jen gave me a shaky smile and held out her hand to me, palm down, obviously holding something. I tilted my head at her in question and held out my hand into which she placed her thong. WTF! I let go of the Rat's wife, who I had been still holding with my other hand and leaned into Jen, "what the hell is going on?" I demanded. She just smiled a small smile up at me and whispered, "he told me to take them off and give them to you. He is waiting to dance some more with me. Can I go?"

Again I was dumbstruck by this woman in front of me. But I could also feel my cock starting to harden in my pants. I looked up at the Rat to see that he was grinning broadly at me. His wife took my hands again and pulling me in close to her, said, "let her go Dave." Jen leaned in to me to plant a chaste kiss on my lips and said, "I have to go Dave. I love you." And with that she turned back to the Rat. His wife pulled me back into the dance grinding her pelvis into my semi, and in my numb state I simply turned into the waltz with her.

A few minutes later I was again looking around for Jen. I could see neither her nor the Rat and stopped dancing as I took a more purposeful look around the dance floor. I turned back to the Rat's wife and demanded, "do you see them?" 

She sighed, and said "no, they left a little bit ago."

"Where," I demanded again?

She took my hands and pulled me in close, placing one of my hands on her hip, and holding the other pressed the back of my hand into her breast, "he took her to our room." Maintaining contact at the hip, she slowly ground her pelvis into my semi-woody, and said, "he is probably pulling her dress off right now."

I stopped all movement and stared at her. "What the fuck!" Without thinking I stepped back from her and ran out of the ballroom. I don't know what I was thinking other than "fuck, fuck, fuck!" I ran to the elevator and stopped. I didn't know where I was going, so I turned and ran back to the ballroom to pry the info from the Rat's wife. She wasn't there. I ran around the ballroom with, I'm sure, a panicked look on my face, searching for her, but couldn't find her. So I went back to the elevator and up to the next floor. I spent the next hour moving from floor to floor and on the 10th and 11th floors pacing around the outside walkway trying to hear or see something that would give me a clue as to where my wife was, or to find the Rat's wife. My mind was racing. I could just picture my wife, walking down a corridor in this hotel with the Rat beside her. He had his hand on her ass. As they got to a door he turned her and pushed her back up to the door. Forcefully he opened her top and pulled both of her tits out into view. With one hand he cruelly twisted one nipple and with the other he pulled her by the hair, pressing his lips to hers and driving his tongue into her mouth. I could see her legs weaken as he let go of her hair and used his now free hand to reach below the hem of her dress to find her cunt, dripping wet. He drove his fingers deep into my wife with one push. She moaned around his mouth as his fingers started to move in her. Suddenly there was a noise from farther down the hallway and both my wife and the Rat looked to see a middle age man striding towards them from a room further down the hall. The Rat let go of my wife's tit, and leaving them both on display, fumbled for his room key card. By the time he was ready to insert it into the card reader, the man was standing before them - eyeing Jen up and down as she stood there on weak legs; her tits hanging out, one of the them bright red from the recent abuse; her dress bunched up above the Rat's hand as he continued to move his fingers inside her. "Nice," was all he said as the Rat opened the door and pushed my wife inside his room. I could see her fall to her knees. I could see the Rat open his pants and haul out his cock. I could see him grab my wife's head by two fistfuls of her hair. I could see her wedding rings on the hand she used to brace herself against his thigh. I could see her look up at him and open her mouth to him. I just couldn't stop the visual images racing around my mind, and I couldn't stop the fact that my cock was so hard that it actually throbbed as I made my circuits of the hotel.

After an hour I found myself leaning against the parapet on the 9th floor, outside of the wedding ballroom, staring vacantly down at the city. My mind had long since gone numb.

I heard a step behind me, and then felt a hand on my waist, turning me away from the view. "Don't jump my love," came out of Jen's mouth as I turned to find her standing close. Her hair was slightly mussed, but otherwise she looked unchanged. She smiled up at me and leaned in to give me kiss. It started chastely, but I placed my hands on her head and pulled her tightly, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. I remember tasting scope mouthwash. Jen returned the passionate kiss every bit as hungrily as I was offering. 

Finally I leaned back from her. "Where were you," I demanded in a hoarse voice. 

She looked up at me smiling softly and said, "I went for a walk".

"For a fucking hour?" I couldn't contain myself, my jealousy and worry coming out in my demand. "You were with him," I accused.

"Yes," she replied, still maintaining eye contact with me. She moved in to press her body to mine and whispered, "he told me to follow him. I did."

"What did you do? You were fucking him weren't you?"

Slowly shaking her head side to side, as if saying no, she replied, "he said not to tell you. He said that you would prefer to be guessing." She pressed her lower body into mine, and we both discovered that I was as hard as a rock. "I think he was right," she said as a slow grin spread across her face.

"Tell me what the fuck you were doing!" I shifted my hands from her head to her shoulders and gave her a little shake to emphasize my demand.

Still shaking her head she simply said, "no. I can't." She reached up to hold my head in her hands, drawing me down to her. She kissed me slowly on the lips and then whispered, "I love you, and only you David. That will always be true." 

Jen never did tell me what happened that night. We left the wedding right then and there, and I never saw the Rat or his wife again. I'm pretty sure the Jennifer didn't either, although I have always wondered about that. No amount of pressing on my part afterward ever budged Jen into telling me about that night. Over time the jealousy and doubt waned. Oddly though, every time I thought about Grant's wedding night, I got hard... wondering.

... 

The Present

I looked at the bottle that I was holding. It was empty again. I don't know why it had never crystalized like this for me before. Maybe it was Mister Gabe's declaration about Jennifer coming back to me soon that had finally kick started my understanding. Jennifer "needed" to be commanded, and once commanded she "needed" to do as she had been told. Mister Gabe had been doing the "telling" for the last two years because I hadn't stepped up to the role that had to be filled in my wife's life, and... And because I had let it happen.

Mister Gabe.

June 2011

I could clearly remember the first time that I had heard his name. It was early summer, just before the end of the school year. I had been away from town on a business trip for my old firm. Just before I had left on the trip, Sara had announced to us that she was engaged, and wanted to be married in the next few months... She didn't want to wait. That blew us away, although she and her boyfriend had been inseparable through-out high school and we shouldn't have been surprised. Her boyfriend, Brock, was the son of the guy that had developed our neighborhood and built our house. In fact, his father was holding the other side of our house to give to his son once he graduated university - which was still a few years away since he was just graduating high school in a few days. Sara, who had turned eighteen a month earlier, reminded both of us that her mom was only 18 when she got married to me, and we were a screaming success in the marriage department. She was in love. Brock was in love, and certainly had good prospects. There was no room for argument. In fact, neither Jennifer nor I were really dismayed about the prospect, as we both liked Brock and his family. Anyway that news had rocked us a bit, and we had found ourselves talking about it every night while I was away, during my regular, evening "call home".

Then, one night, I remember that it was a Wednesday, Jennifer was even more excited about something than Sara's recent marital announcement had made her. Jen told me that someone was finally moving into the other side of our house! Early that day she had seen a sleek black limo pull up, out of which came a lady. The lady appeared to be about our age, with long black hair and very pale skin. She was wearing a dark suit - skirt and jacket. She had a "severe" look with her hair pulled back tightly from her face, but the effect was to look very professional. The lady had met a gentleman that Jen knew worked for Brock's father, and they both disappeared into the other side of the house.

Awhile later Jennifer had been going out to the back yard to relax by the pool (no school that week). She was wearing a relatively modest two piece bathing suit and carrying her towel, sun screen and a book. As she was arranging herself on a lounger she heard the door to the other side open and then the clicking of heels on the flagstones approaching her. Jen paused in what she was doing to see the severe looking lady march up to her and stop, staring down at my wife on the lounger. "You are," the lady queried? 

Stammering just a bit, my wife had replied with her name, and asked who she was talking to. "The concierge," was the reply. "I am preparing this residence for Mister Gabe's arrival," she stated matter-of-factly. "You may call me "C", or whatever Mister Gabe instructs you." All the while, the lady, "C", was frankly appraising my wife, her eyes travelling slowly up and down my wife's body. 

Jen was initially a little nervous and then simply put off by "C"s appraisal and manner. "What are you doing here," she had demanded.

Ignoring the question, "C" had stated, "inside will require some work, which I will have done immediately. Outside is adequate." Her eyes left Jen and travelled around the backyard, taking in the pool, the eight foot high privacy fence (even though with the large yards, and the fact that we were backed onto a woodland, there was little need for the fence we thought), the flagstone patio, the hot tub, the assortment of "deck" furniture and the couches arranged around the firepit, the grill and the outdoor bar. Returning her eyes to my wife, she had simply stated, "stand".

Jennifer told me that she found herself standing, self-consciously, in front of the imposing women. She found that even in her heels "C" was still shorter than my wife. "C" told her to step into the middle of the patio and hold herself erect. Apparently she used that term - "stand erect". My wife did as she was told and the lady slowly circled her, asking questions about my wife, her family (me and the kids), what we did, how old we were, what kind of shape we were in, etc. Jennifer told me that she had found herself answering all of the questions as they were posed to her. Finally "C" had stopped directly in front of Jen, standing very close. Close enough that the lapels of "C"s suit were brushing against Jennifer's breasts, encased as they were by her swimsuit top. "Generally, I am satisfied," "C" had stated quietly, "and I believe that you will do as well." As she abruptly turned away, "C" had declared, "workmen will be here this afternoon and tomorrow remodelling the interior. Furniture and effects will be delivered Friday. Stay out of their way. I will return on Saturday to complete things and Mister Gabe will be here Monday. Be available, with your children and husband on Monday evening to meet him. I will gather you Monday evening and instruct you further." And with that "C" disappeared back into the other side of the house, the door shut, and she was gone. 

Jen was breathless in recounting the episode to me, and I could tell she was excited. It was more than mere excitement at the time of the interrogation as Jennifer admitted breathlessly to me that when "C" was standing breast-to-breast with her at the end of the interview, Jen's nipples were as hard as marbles and clearly evident to "C"s appraisal. I was intrigued by the fact that my wife had been so obliging to the lady's instructions and found the lady's name for herself - the "concierge" or simply "C" - to be amusing and pretentious. Jennifer tried to explain that she found herself simply unable to "not" do as "C" told her. We laughed it off and I teasingly reminded her that "kissing was okay" if she was that interested in "C", to which she shushed me good naturedly, and we both let it go. 

That was the end of the day's story and we went on to other things. My trip would keep me away through the weekend and in to the middle of the next week and I told my wife that. The length of the trip was somewhat unexpected, but the clients' business came first, and that was how long it was going to take. Unfortunately, it meant that I wouldn't be "making myself available" on Monday to meet the mysterious Mister Gabe.

Friday night's conversation was interesting as well. Apparently the workman next door had their supplies and construction material delivered to the front driveway. Mike and Molly had been watching from inside and Mike simply couldn't help himself - being the curious teenager that he was. He went outside and started poking around the construction materials. Coming back in he told the rest of the family that it was mostly normal stuff - wood, nails, etc. - , but that it did contain some odd stuff. There were sheets of thick cork laminate. Sara speculated that perhaps he was re-flooring part of the house, but Mike said the sheets were at least 4 inches thick, so couldn't be flooring. Mike also said that there were boxes of large stainless steel hooks, a couple of beams at least eight feet long, and a wire mesh contraption that they couldn't figure out. Jennifer told me that the family spent most of the rest of the day speculating on what the new neighbor could possibly be doing.

On Monday I called home at the normal time - around 8pm - and no one answered the phone. This had happened before from time to time, so I wasn't in the least concerned. However, when I called back at 9 and then again at 10, still with no answer, my concern spiked. I had been using the house phone, so after the third no answer I called Jen's cell, and then Sara's cell, both no answers. Finally, Mike picked up on his cell phone. This is what he told me.

He said that the entire family had stuck around the house for most of the weekend to observe the goings on next door. They had watched delivery truck after delivery truck pull up, first with all sorts of furniture and affects and then with food and drink supplies. All were unloaded while "C" stood on the veranda observing and barking directions. In addition to the furniture being moved into the other side of the house, a very large divan/couch/bed'ish contraption was taken around back and placed under the roofed-over portion of the patio. When his mom went out to ask "C" what that was about apparently the answer was something like, "Mister Gabe needs to be comfortable for all of his activities, wherever he decides to do them... as you will no doubt find out." Finally, on Sunday anouther truck had pulled up off of which was unloaded more furniture. These were odd, according to Mike, in that they included what looked like padded sawhorses, a post with hooks on it, and a number of large wooden chests.

Today - Monday - Mike and Molly had rushed home from school together and found their mom and Sara waiting for them. They had a quickie supper - veggies and dip, some crackers and sliced meat. Their mom told them that "C" had stopped by as soon as she got home from work to tell her that they should eat "lightly". Shortly afterward Brock pulled into the drive. As if they had been observed, as soon as they all gathered in the kitchen, the door to the patio pulled open and in walked "C" as if she owned the place. "Stand in a line," she barked at them. She proceeded to pace up and down in front of my family who stood as told, quietly awaiting instructions. "Mister Gabe has been told of you," she began, "and he is interested in meeting you tonight. You and you," pointing at Molly and Mike, "need to put on some more presentable clothing. Go to your rooms and change into something nice," she commanded. "Go now." 

Mike said that he and Molly headed for the stairs to change. They passed Jen and Sara on the way up the stairs as they returned. "C" was waiting for them in the kitchen. "You are both sixteen, correct?" she asked. She nodded as they did. "Fine, Mister Gabe will meet with you when he gets here, and then you will depart the residence." She reached into the breast pocket of her suit and withdrew a wad of cash, and counted out $100 for each of the kids and gave it to them. "Enjoy yourself, on Mister Gabe. Consider this a "hello neighbor" gift - his words, not mine," "C" emphasized. "Go out and enjoy yourselves, but be home by 11pm as you both have school tomorrow. I have cleared this with your mother." Brock was still in the kitchen, sitting now as he awaited Sara's return, and he nodded that Jen had in fact agreed to this.




Mister Gabe Ch. 01



Shortly Mike's mother and sister rejoined them in the kitchen. Mike said that Sara was looking hot in a tight black tube top and florescent orange skirt. "Mom looked pretty ok too," he said. 

It was about 7p.m. when "C" excused herself and said she would return immediately. A couple of minutes later the patio door opened again, and in strode a giant of a black man, wearing black dress pants over jodhpurs, and a gleaming white button-up dress shirt. No tie or jacket, but his sleeves had large gold cufflinks with embedded onyx stones gleaming in them. He paused at the doorway looking at all of my family. "C" entered quietly behind him and stood stiffly in the doorway.

He moved towards Molly and taking her hand, raised it to his lips and gently kissed it murmuring, "good evening Molly. I am Gabriel Black. It is a pleasure to meet you." He then asked her a few questions about school, her friends and life.

Mike had been standing protectively close to his sister while this gentle interrogation was going on, and he was next. The black man released Molly's hand and he stepped sideways to offer his hand to Mike. Mike glanced at it and then shook it. Mike said the hand was dry and the handshake firm and friendly. "Mike" the giant said with a smile that revealed even, and brilliantly white teeth, "I am Gabriel Black. I see that your father is not here, so you must be the man of the family at the moment."

Mike blurted, with typical teenage male bravado, "Why does she (pointing at "C") call you Mister Gabe?, and what kind of name is "C"?"

Mister Gabe grinned and explained, "as I said, my name is Gabriel. My friends call me Gabe. I have tried to insist that Cynthia," and he pointed at "C", "is a friend, but she cannot seem to stoop to that and insists that she refer to me as "Mister". Hence, for her, "Mister Gabe". Michael I hope that we can become friends as well as neighbors, so please call me Gabe." He paused, and Mike nodded to him. Continuing, he said, "Cynthia is my personal assistant, and organizes my sometimes complicated life for me. Without her I would be adrift and far at sea. She considers that role to be akin to a concierge at a good establishment, and takes pride in the title. Therefore I do not dissuade her from calling herself my concierge. However, being a man," and he winked at Mike, "concierge is a cumbersome thing to call someone so I have taken to calling her simply "C"... which she has also adopted with some pride." 

Mike nodded his understanding. "Now Mike, may I call you Mike?" Mister Gabe queried. With a further nod from Mike, "I understand that you and Molly have things to do. I am going to acquaint myself with your older sister, her fiancé, and your mother. We will be imbibing adult beverages and discussing adult topics, none of which will interest either of you. It is time for you to depart. Have a good evening."

With that, Mike said, he and Molly rushed to the door and left, joining their friends for an evening out - all on Mister Gabe. 

It was shortly after 10 and he and his sister weren't planning on being home until just before 11. He told me not to worry. Mister Gabe was a cool guy, and his mom and sister were with Brock, and probably just having a good time on the patio. I hung up the phone somewhat relieved by my conversation with my son. The new neighbor seemed interesting. I was actually looking forward to meeting him. I got ready for bed and then lay down with the lights off in the hotel room. I must have dozed off, because it was close to midnight when I was startled awake by the sound of my phone.

Jennifer's voice came over the phone, and even in my slightly fogged state I could tell that she sounded... sultry. It was thick, and alluring, and sexy, "David my darling" she said to me. "I am so sorry that I wasn't able to answer the phone earlier. We were busy meeting our new neighbor."

"Tell me about it," I asked, as I gathered my wits, "and what's up with your voice? You sound... odd."

Jen giggled throatily at me for a moment, and then started talking about her evening. 

First she talked about when "C" came over early in the evening. "C" instructed everyone on where they were to stand, how they were to stand, and the order in which Mister Gabe would greet them - first the younger kids, then Brock, then Sara and finally Jennifer. "C" went on to tell them "how" to talk with Mister Gabe - respectful and polite, but to make sure that they were attentive to every word as Mister Gabe did not repeat himself and would quickly get angry if ignored in any instruction. Jen said that she could see Mike rolling his eyes through most of this and she was slightly worried about how he would deal with the new neighbor. 

"C" ended her instruction session by sending the kids away to "dress better", and telling Brock that what he was wearing - a golf shirt and slacks - was going to be acceptable. She then turned to Sara and Jen and spent a moment appraising them. She said that Mister Gabe was particularly interested in meeting the two of them - and glaring at Jen she said, "since you disobeyed a direct instruction to have your husband present, do not be surprised if Mister Gabe decides you need to be chastised." Jen became very worried about that! Finally, "C" stepped back from the two of them and declared, "you both need to change. You are to wear light, comfortable clothing. Either it is to be skin tight, or loose and blousy. Buttons on the top are preferred, but not required. Skirts are also preferred. You are not to wear underwear - and I know from our previous discussion that neither of you are on your period, so this topic is not up for debate!"

My wife described Sara as looking stunned. "I can't believe she said that. What did you do? Why didn't you just throw her out?" I asked her.

"Nothing. She was just so much in command... so demanding... that I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I just listened and nodded every time she said something," was my wife's response. Jen's voice had taken on a little-girl quality to it, and I couldn't interrupt.

"C" finished her instructions, "Mister Gabe is not a man to be trifled with. He tells you to do something, and you do it!" Brock apparently had started to protest the dress code when "C" had swung around to stride over to him, ending nose tip to nose tip, "you, mister, will not interfere. Your father may own this building, but while Mister Gabe resides here, it and all of its contents, including you, are his!"

Jen grabbed Sara's arm and pushed/pulled her to the stairway to go to their rooms to change. 

My wife described how she pushed Sara towards her room at the top of the stairs and then rushed into her dressing room pulling the suit jacket that she had left on after work off as she ran. She said that she didn't really consider "not" following her instructions. She peeled out of her blouse and skirt and pushed her panties to her feet and then turned to look at herself in the wall-size mirror in the room. She saw a middle-age woman who still looked very good. Full breasts high on her chest with only a slight sag that suggested experience rather than age. Her stomach was flat and firm, as were her legs. Her pussy was obscured by a thick thatch of blondish hair. She turned to observe that her ass was also tight, and while not the bubble butt that Sara had as an eighteen year old, was still damn good looking. As she spoke to me, I could imagine her self-appraisal in the mirror and found myself growing hard while I lay on the hotel bed listening to her description. 

Jen said that she grabbed her favorite sun dress off of a hanger. It was a floral pattern with a skirt that flounced around her mid-thigh. It was pulled in by elastic bands sewn into the waist to emphasize her womanly hips. Above the waist it was more or less an apron that buttoned up the front with spaghetti straps over the shoulder that crisscrossed down the back to rejoin the skirt above her ass. It was a light, white material with small, multi-coloured butterflies on it. I knew the dress well. She could not wear a bra under it. "Did you wear panties Jen?," I asked, "or did you follow "C"'s orders?"

I could hear my wife draw a deep and somewhat ragged breath, "I did what I was told." She didn't ask me how I felt about it. I couldn't state my displeasure and found the fact that I was now stroking myself in bed to be somewhat confusing. Shouldn't I be yelling at her, or demanding an explanation?

She said she met Sara at the top of the stairs and repeated Mike's description of Sara, including the "hot" comment. My wife called her daughter "hot". Mentally I had to agree, and while I didn't often think of Sara in those terms, there had been times while out at the pool and looking at Sara and her friends in their bikinis to think of her in those very un-fatherly terms.

They went down to the kitchen and waited with the kids and Brock for the grand arrival.

Jen echoed Mike's description of Mister Gabe's arrival, and his greetings with Mike and Molly, followed by their departure for an evening with their friends.

After they left, Mister Gabe turned to look at my wife, appraising her slowly, head to toe and back, obviously pausing at her breasts and then smiling slightly as he looked her in the eye. Jen couldn't hold the gaze, averting her eyes to Brock for a moment. Mister Gabe then turned his eyes to my daughter, Sara. Again he slowly took in her petite figure, staring for a long time at her breasts, and nodding slightly, again with the small smile. 

""C" didn't ask this question, so I will," he softly spoke to Sara, "are you still a virgin?" Sara's eyes widened suddenly, and her hand flew to cover her mouth. Turning abruptly to face Brock, "have you fucked her, boy?" he demanded harshly.

Brock was obviously still disturbed by the lecture he had received from "C", and the sudden unexpected question shocked him further. He stood with his hands clenched at his sides and a glare on his face as he stared silently at the huge black man. Mister Gabe strode to Brock, stopping inches from him. He was towering over Brock and glared down at him, "so you think that beautiful young thing is yours? You have fucked her, haven't you? You've drilled your hard cock into that sweet cunt already." Brock's expression was answer enough for everyone in the room. "Well, let us deal with that immediately, shall we?" Mister Gabe murmured in a menacing tone. "She is not yours until her father gives you to her. In his absence I tell you that you are not to fuck her again until that happens. I will enforce that rule. Do you understand?"

Brock regained his voice, "who the fuck do you think you are you bast... ", and Mister Gabe grabbed him by the shirt collar and with one hand lifted him off of the floor. 

"Your daddy may be the man I am renting this house from, boy, but while I am here I own everything in it. That means that I have responsibility for setting and enforcing the rules. A prime rule is that a man's daughter is not to be fucked until that man consciously gives her hand over to someone else. In Sara's father's absence, I am enforcing that rule." Mister Gabe swiftly slapped Brock twice across the face with his open hand, and then let him go. Brock stumbled to regain his balance and stepped back from the towering black man. 

"Do... you... understand?" Mister Gabe demanded.

Sara unfroze from the spot she had been rooted in while watching the scene unfold, and rushed towards Brock. Mister Gabe stopped her by placing his huge left hand around her throat and tightening just enough to exert control. Still staring at Brock he awaited his answer. 

Slowly Brock nodded his head as, in the face of the dominating personality in front of him, the fire visibly left his eyes and body. He bowed his head slightly and nodded again more firmly, "yes Sir. I understand."

Mister Gabe visage changed swiftly to a small but sincere looking grin. "That's better son. Now let me elaborate a bit." He removed his hand from Sara's throat and drew her body into his. "You do have some freedoms with my permission. Let me demonstrate." With that Mister Gabe bent down and pressed his lips to Sara's, parting her lips with his tongue and driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Sara struggled briefly, but could not move in his firm grip. After a moment she started to move her tongue against the black man's that was raping her mouth so effectively. Brock could see Sara's body change in the moment that she accepted Mister Gabe's probing, going from tense to soft and pliant in a second. 

Mister Gabe terminated the deep kiss and stood erect, twisting Sara so that she was standing in front of him, facing Brock but with her back pressed tightly to Mister Gabe's body. "This, as well, is acceptable." With that soft statement, there in front of her fiancé, and her mother, Mister Gabe moved his left hand up from her waist to her breasts and the right hand down to the front of her tight shorts. Everybody's eyes were one the left hand as it firmly grasped Sara's left tit and began to lightly kneed it through her tube top. In a second, Mister Gabe had pulled the top below her tit and grasped her puckered nipple, pulling it away from her body causing Sara to gasp. At the same time, his right hand had quickly undone the button to her shorts and drove below her waistline. In the same second that it took for her breast to become exposed he had her shorts below the level of her pussy, and was spreading her cunt lips with his fingers.

Brock's eyes darted from Sara's tit to her cunt, and back again. He was flushed and holding his breath. Jen was holding both of her hands in front of her face and seemed frozen in the act of stepping in to stop the mauling of her daughter. In fact, "C" had stepped up behind my wife and was firmly holding her in place, one arm around her waist, and the other snaked under Jen's arm with her hand under the apron-top of my wife's sundress, holding her by the left tit. She was squeezing Jennifer's tit hard to keep her still.

"This," and Mister Gabe roughly shook Sara's tit, "you can play with. This," as he drove his index finger into Sara's cunt, causing her to moan loudly, "you cannot." 

With that he abruptly released Sara. She fell forward into Brock's arms. As she clung to her man, Mister Gabe raised his finger to his mouth and sucked Sara's juices from it, smiling as he did. "Very nice," he murmured softly, and continued, "you do understand the rules Brock? Good. You are both dismissed for the evening. I will talk with you more at anouther time." He waived them towards the doorway.

Brock half carried and half led Sara to the stairs, and then up to her room on the second floor.

I could barely contain my rage as my wife told this tale, "what the fuck! Why didn't you stop the bastard?" I yelled at her through the phone. 

There was silence on the other end, broken only by Jennifer's heavy breathing. I could tell that she was gathering herself. Then, in a very small voice, "I couldn't. Dave, I just couldn't. Like he said, he was making the rules for Brock and Sara only because you weren't there. There was nothing I could do," and then I heard her sob, and my rage turned to heartache.

"Jen, love, I am sorry I wasn't there. Is Sara ok?"

"Yes. Yes she is. I just finished talking with her... after Mister Gabe left a little while ago. Sara and Brock talked about the rules, and they agreed that there was to be no more... fucking. No more fucking until you gave Brock permission. She... they are ok. I asked her how she felt about what Mister Gabe actually did to her and she would only say that it left her breathless. She is ok."

"Fine. I'll talk to that bastard myself when I get home this weekend. What happened after Sara and Brock left?"

Jen then continued with her story about the night, and it seemed pretty benign considering Sara's encounter with our new black neighbor. Mister Gabe had watched Brock and Sara depart and then turned slowly to face my wife. "Release her," he instructed "C". "C" dropped her hands from my wife and stepped back to the patio entrance. Holding his hand towards my wife, Mister Gabe simply stated, "it was unfortunate that David had not already set that situation straight. It had to be done. Now that it is, I would like to get to know you better Jennifer."

Flushed, my wife took his hand and he led her out to the patio. She observed "C" cross the patio in front of them to stand in the darkness near the entry to Mister Gabe's side of the property. There was a fire crackling in the fire pit, and a bottle of wine with two glasses sitting on the table. Drawing my wife towards the couch before the fire, he indicated that she was to sit. "I understand that you 'like' all types of good wine, but prefer the Pinot Blanc?" he asked her. She nodded her head as she sank into the couch.

He poured two glasses, offered her one, and then sat down right beside her with his body facing towards her, his one leg drawn comfortably into the space on the couch between them. Reaching forward he lightly tapped his glass to hers and softly spoke, "well met Mrs. Dane. I trust that we can enjoy my time here in this house." He took a sip and motioned with his hand for Jennifer to do the same. When she had, he held his glass slightly aloft and Jen was startled to see "C" there, taking it from him. "C" also reached down and gently took Jen's glass from her, turning to put both on the table nearby, and then once again merging back into the shadows. 

Mister Gabe said, "I took a liberty earlier that I should not have." Jen presumed he was referring to the way he handled Sara, but he was not. "I called you by your first name, Mrs. Dane, and I should not have made the presumption." A soft breath, "may I call you Jennifer?"

My wife gave her permission. 

I asked her what happened after that. After a noticeable pause and long drawn intake of breath, Jen answered, "we talked. That is all. He told me about himself, and I answered all of his questions. He already seemed to know a lot about us." My voice was raspy as I demanded more details.

"He is a very rich man. Originally a chemist, he invented something or other that helps psychologists treat their patients. Now he says that he is on sabbatical while he writes a book. He says that he is also working in a lab near town, and will be staying for a while." She paused, and her voice became softer, "he said he was very pleased to meet me and our family. He was holding my hands while we talked, and he said that he was looking forward to meeting you Dave."

I had to ask, "Why do you sound breathless."

She insisted it was simply because Mister Gabe was such an overpowering personality. She was still catching her breath from the experience.

But that was it, according to Jennifer. The night was all about talking. Other than holding her hands, he didn't touch her, or do anything in anyway inappropriate. They continued to drink from the bottle of wine that Mister Gabe had supplied, served by his concierge, "C". My wife told him all about us, our lives together, our hopes and dreams... everything about herself, me, and our kids. I probed Jen for details about what she thought about Mister Gabe, and all she would say was that he was a very handsome, intelligent, and likeable gentleman with her. She said that he was obviously a strong man both in terms of physicality and mentally. I got the impression from Jennifer that she was drawn to the man, and for some reason it made me both nervous and erotically interested, although I didn't pursue that thought with her at the time.

We had been on the phone for a long time, and I had to work early the next day. I reminded her that I would be home later Friday evening and not Wednesday as I had originally hoped as the work with the client was taking a bit longer than I expected, and that was it. The call was over. My family had met Mister Gabe.




Mister Gabe Ch. 02



I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. Here now is the revised version of the Mister Gabe tale.

All characters are 18 or over before involvement in sexual activity. 

*****

The Present - June 2013

I jumped as a hand was laid on my shoulder, my eyes flying open. Looking out on the cul-de-sac from my office window I could see that it had gotten dark. Given the time of year - late spring - that meant that it was pretty late.

I looked over as the soft and concerned voice of my daughter asked, "are you ok daddy?" Sara was bent over the back of my chair, her hair hanging down over her face. I could see Brock standing in the office doorway, his face also in shadow. I gathered myself, "sure. Sure I am sweetie. I am just doing some thinking."

Brock added, "and some drinking, I see." I looked down and sure enough, somehow what had been only a couple of Beck's had turned into seven. I hadn't even noticed as I tripped down memory lane.

Sara came around in front of the chair and reached for my hand, "let's get you up to bed."

I rose, and found myself to be a bit wobbly. I could see Brock grin at me from the doorway as he moved to assist his wife. Together they helped steady me, and then led me out of the office and to the stairs. We paused there as I asked some questions. "Where are the kids? Where is your mother? What time is it?" 

Sara flashed a grin at me, "They are out. Because no one could find you or mom - we didn't think to look in your office - I gave them permission to enjoy. I don't know where mom is, although I can guess." That last was said with a little frown, and a glance at her husband.

I frowned as well. "The time?"

Brock chipped in, "it is after eleven. The kids won't be home for a little while yet, but I wouldn't worry about them. They aren't really 'kids' anymore, turning eighteen the day after tomorrow you know."

We headed up the stairs, Sara first, then me, with Brock bringing up the rear. I'm sure that they thought I might fall down them or something. Actually, I was staring at Sara's ass as we climbed the stairs. She had changed from the clothes she had had on earlier while we both watched her mother give out the student's birthday gift. Now she was wearing some very tight yoga pants and a tube top. 

We got to the top and turned towards the master suite. I paused outside the closed door and glanced at my girl as I hesitated. She picked up on my thoughts and turning to Brock, "Brock, please go in there and see if mom is there." Brock looked at us both, and then with a little grin, he opened the door and headed in. Sara just stood there looking up into my face with concern.

My daughter is a beautiful woman. My eyes travelled her body, noting the cleft of her pussy lips clearly showing a camel toe in her yoga pants. Wide hips, narrow waist with flat, soft tummy, and high full breasts. They were pear shaped and exactly the right size for a hand to grasp. She has dollar sized aureole surmounted by thick rubbery nipples that extend out at least a half inch when she is aroused. She was aroused right now, and I through her tight tube top I could see the posts and pendants in her nipples. A long neck with a pixie face surrounded by a wreath of blonde hair that she has let grow out to mid back. Right now her hair was in a pony tail. Finally I looked in her eyes and caught her staring just as intently at me. "You are very beautiful Sara," I murmured quietly.

She reached up with both hands around my neck and pulled my face into hers. Just before our lips touched she whispered, "it will be all right daddy, I know it will", and then her tongue snaked out to lick my lips. My blood started to heat and my hands moved to her waist. She tangled her left hand in my hair, and her right dropped between us, rubbing down the front of my pants over my quickly stiffening cock. She pulled my lips hard into hers and then I could feel her fingers starting to wrestle with my belt.

"Ahem," we both heard. Her fingers stilled at my belt, but not letting go of each other, we simply turned our heads towards Brock who was leaning out of the open door to the master suite. "Unhand my bride, pops. And you," pointing his finger at Sara, "you need to take care of your husband...not your father." With that his eyes suddenly looked questioningly into mine. I nodded and then looked back at Sara. I deliberately put my hand on her tube top and dragging my fingers pulled the top down so that her tits sprang free of their constraint. From each tit I could now clearly see the posts that I had pierced her nipples with. The right nipple only had the post going horizontally through. The left nipple had a pendant suspended from the post - a tiny teardrop shaped pendant, flattened on one side, that had Brock's name engraved upon it. Looking at it made me think of the other pendants that I had in my office drawer downstairs. 

I grasped her nipples and twisted and squeezed at the same time while giving her lips one more lick. "Go with Brock tonight honey. I'll be fine." She groaned as I gave her nipples a sharp tug and then let go of her completely. Without anouther glance at my half naked daughter I pushed past Brock and entered the master suite, closing the door behind me. My cock was rock hard, but I had to cool down. I could still feel the beer that I had consumed although not nearly as badly as a few moments ago.

The room was dark. I stumbled over to the dressing room and opened the door causing the light to automatically come on. I stood there staring at the doorway that Mister Gabe had had installed - linking our dressing room to his. The door was closed, but I knew that my wife had gone through there, probably as soon as we came into the house hours earlier. For a moment I leaned against the doorjamb, but then turned and made my way to the ensuite. A piss stop and then back to the bedroom. I found the upholstered chair in the corner and sank into it. The light from the change room was still on and it partially lit my marital bed, but the chair I was in was in a pool of darkness in the corner. The gloom suited my mood.

I stood for a second and removed my clothes, leaving them lie in a heap by the chair. Snagging a housecoat hanging from one of the posts of our heavy four post bed I draped it over my shoulders and once again sagged into the chair. Leaning back, I continued to reminisce, thinking about the week that changed all of our lives.

...

June 2011

The Thursday following my meeting with Mister Gabe started slow. I was lying in bed with Jennifer, on my side facing her, as I awoke. My eyes opened slowly and I found myself looking at my wife who was on her side facing me. The bed sheet was draped around her waist, exposing her lovely breasts to my eyes. Her eyes were wide open and she was staring at me. Her eyes showed concern as she contemplated me. I started to speak, but she raised her finger to my lips and whispered "shhh, it is ok my love." Jen leaned into me and softly kissed me on the lips.

"So. What happened yesterday? ", I asked.

"Many things," she replied simply. "You shocked me."

"I shocked you," I replied with some sarcasm.

"Yes", she said with a bit of a blush creeping into her face. "I was shocked that you gave him permission to play with my breasts. And I was shocked that you were taking off my bikini bottom for him. And I was shocked that you didn't respond to the way he handled Sara." Her lips twitched into a small smile. "Admittedly, I also shocked myself with how much I wanted all of that to happen." She paused and leaned in again to slowly slide her tongue across my lips. "What happened with Sara when you went upstairs with her and C?"

As she was saying this, she moved so that she was lying on top of me, her nipples pressing into my chest. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I pushed her up and held her away from me so that I could see her face, "don't distract me Jennifer. Why did you let all of that happen?"

Her blush deepened, "I really don't know lover. I certainly haven't planned for anything that happened this week."

"Do you want it to keep happening?" I asked, and couldn't keep the tremor out of my voice. Jealousy was spiking inside of me, and I could feel the hurt growing.

A sob erupted from my wife as she forced herself down onto my chest again and buried her head into my shoulder, "no. I don't know. Yes." She pushed herself up and stared into my eyes, "he is so commanding, and he has this 'presence'. I have trouble saying no to him."

"But do you want to?" I insisted upon asking.

Jennifer looked at me, and, after a long silence, whispered, "yes...if you let me."

"I don't want to," I said bluntly, and pushed her off of me over onto her side. We lay there facing each other. "How far do you want to go?" I asked.

"I love you Dave. Nothing, ever, will change that. You know that I, I like, I have an urge to be commanded. You know that. It has been like that ever since you met me. But, again, nothing, ever, will change the way I feel about you. If you let Mister Gabe have me then that is you letting it happen. You set the rules." She paused and took a deep shuddering breath, "I will let whatever you let happen, happen. Anything."

"Ok," I said firmly, "then nothing more happens. You are mine, and I don't want anything more to happen to my wife. Agreed?"

She frowned a bit and said, "ok. Nothing more will happen. But Dave, what happened with Sara and "C" and you?"

My turn to blush, and starting slowly, I told Jennifer about what had happened with Sara. I was amazed to see her face light up. "Oh Dave...that is so wrong, and yet sooo kinky." She smiled at me and continued, "Mister Gabe is having quite the effect on us all, isn't he?" and she jumped on me again, kissing me passionately. Not quite the reaction I was expecting, but what can I say, my wife is hot, and when she wants to, she gets whatever she wants. Right then she wanted to fuck - it was obvious that my story about Sara, on top of talking about Mister Gabe, had pushed her over the edge. She took me with her and we forgot everything except each other for the next hour.

All too soon it was over, and we were slowly coming down, our breathing returning to normal.

"Jen," I began, and again she placed her finger on my lips to quiet me.

"Will you let me Dave? It will be just once, just to see. Did you see the size of his cock? You must have. It probably won't all fit in me. Please. Please?"

What could I do? I shook my head 'no', and grunted, "Jennifer, I don't want that. What he is doing to you and to Sara is beyond belief. I won't have it."

She just stared at me for a few minutes and then propped herself up on her elbow to look over me at the clock on the bedside table. Then she looked down at me, and simply said, "ok David. You know what I'd like to do. It does not mean that I love you any less - in fact, you letting me do this is just another expression of our love for each other. But, ok Dave. You say 'no', I agree to 'no'." 

With that she leaned down to give me a kiss. We both got up, got dressed and our day started. Jen had to head into work for a half day as the school year ran down to its end at the end of this week, and I didn't see Sara as I headed out to the office.

...

I knew that the twins had planned to spend their half day off school at a pool party at a friend's place - they weren't coming home for supper, and wouldn't be home until late - so I had hoped to get home early to spend some time connecting with my wife without Mister Gabe's presence. It didn't work out that way. Turned out it was a long day debriefing from my trip. In the end, I was pulling into our driveway at about 6:30pm. As I did I could see that, once again, Brock's vehicle was in our drive way even though I had though he wasn't coming back until the weekend. I guess I was going to have to get used to his car being there if he was going to marry Sara. I sighed as I locked up the car and headed up to the front door.

As I was going to put my key into the door I was startled to see it being pulled open in front of me. Standing there was "C". She was wearing what I could only describe as the "summer" version of a tux. She had on a pair of very tight, very short black shorts. Up top I could see that she had on a white ruffle shirt covered by a black tux jacket that included the tail. The shirt did not have a collar so that the black bow tie that was cinched around her neck was reminiscent of a collar. She held out a large glass of wine to me and said, "Mister Dane, welcome home after your long day. Master says you should drink this up to relax. Then I'll take you up stairs to acquire some more fitting attire."

I was dumbfounded to say the least. Here was a smoking hot woman, dressed to provoke, handing me a barrel of wine in a glass...and speaking politely to me on top of everything else. "Drink. Drink," As she motioned with her hand. I tilted the glass to my mouth. The first sip was excellent, and I paused to comment. "Shhh," she said, "just drink it up." So I did.

This happened on my doorstep - before I even got into the house. As I finished the wine, "C" leaned down to take my briefcase from my hand and quickly turned to place it on the floor in the foyer. Then she reached up to loosen my tie. Finally she grasped my hand and pulled me into the house and towards the stairs leading up. "Where is Jen?", I asked.

"hmmm, not to worry, Mister Dane. They are with Master in the backyard. We will join them shortly, as soon as you are out of this suit." By this time we were at the top of the stairs and heading towards the master bedroom suite. She pulled me into the room closing the door behind us and then over to the walk-in. She turned around to face me, and reached up to take my suit jacket off. "Master tells me that he wants you to give him your wife."

Just like that. She had pulled my jacket off, and was unbuttoning my shirt as if she hadn't just told me that her employer wanted me to give him Jennifer. I was stunned. But I also found that even though my mind was thinking that this couldn't be right, I couldn't form the concept of denial. My firm "no" to Jen earlier that day was wrong, wasn't it? It was a reasonable request wasn't it? 

My shirt was open and she placed her hands on my chest, dragging her fingers and scratching ever so lightly as she pushed it off of my shoulders. I found myself staring down at her lovely breasts, encased as they were in the ruffles, as my shirt dropped to the floor. She looked up at me from behind her bangs, and smiled. "Master says that I can help you relax Mister Dane." And with that, she started to undo my belt, all the while maintaining an eye lock on me.

"Master says that if you are relaxed you will be reasonable, and grant his request. Yes?" and she nodded at me as the button popped on my pants and the zipper slowly descended. I found myself nodding slowly as well. That earned me a beaming smile.

"C" grasped my belt, pants and shorts and slowly pulled them down, at the same time sinking slowly to her knees in front of me. My boner sprang up as it was released and nearly smacked her in the chin. She giggled. "C" giggling was unexpected, but so was this entire scene.

She undid my shoes and removed them and my socks before gently lifting my legs, one at a time, to step away from my clothes. Her eyes moved from mine to look at my cock, waving away at her, only inches from her mouth. She licked her lips and whispered, "your daughter was very tasty last night, Mister Dane, but I think that I am going to like this even more." With that she leaned in and dragged her tongue from the base of the underside of my cock up to the head. She spent a moment swirling her tongue around the head where pre-cum was now leaking. "hmmm," she smacked her lips, "yessss, very tasty." Her eyes returned to mine and she continued, "I am going to like relaxing you Mister Dane." 

With that she grabbed both of my hands and placed them on each side of her head. My fingers instinctively entwined in her dark hair gaining a good hold, and, opening her mouth wide, she engulfed my cock in her mouth. I groaned as without any hesitation she impaled herself right to my balls - her nose buried in my pubic hair. 

"C" started bobbing up and down my shaft, and I found myself using my grip in her hair to thrust more and more forcefully into this beautiful woman's mouth. I was fucking her face, and not once did I consider Jennifer, Mister Gabe, or anyone else. I simply buried myself in her mouth, over and over.

As I could feel myself coming to a boil, she abruptly stopped and leapt to her feet, pulling my hands from her hair and started dragging me over to my marital bed. I put up no resistance as she turned me and pushed me back onto the bed. She swept the designer pillows that Jen used to decorate the bed onto the floor and pushed me up so that I lay on my back in the middle.

Then she popped the button holding her tux together and pulled it off. I could see that what I had thought was a ruffled shirt was really only a facing, covering her cleavage. Without the jacket, the facing fell free, exposing her beautiful breasts to me once again. She kicked off the black pumps that I hadn't noticed that she was wearing, and hooking her fingers into her shorts, dragged them off as well. In seconds all she had left on was her bowtie collar.

"C" crawled up onto the bed and again grasped my straining dick in her hand. She crouched over me and again pushed her mouth down onto me, but this time only bobbed up and down a few times. Then she straddled me, her pussy lips immediately touching my cock head as she held it up straight. For a moment I had a blurry thought that this was wrong, but the thought disappeared as "C" lodged the head of my cock into her opening and then drove down upon me. I was buried to the hilt in one stroke. "C" groaned. I groaned. With me fully buried in her, she lay down upon my chest and her lips met mine. Our tongues entangled. One of my hands found its way to her hair again and I held her against my lips while my other hand was on her ass. 

She started moving herself up and down, up and down, starting slowly but quickly picking up the pace. We lost our lip lock as we both gasped for air, and she pushed herself up with hands on my chest. She was now driving herself onto me with incredible force, over and over. I could see the flush come over her body, and I was finding breathing difficult. I could feel cum boiling up my balls, and in a moment, with loud animalistic yells, we came on each other. My cum was erupting into her cunt, hers was flowing down my shaft and over my balls. She collapsed into my arms breathing raggedly.

After we gained control of our breathing, she pushed herself up on one elbow and smiling at me whispered, "my, my, my Mister Dane. You are a better fuck than I expected." I grinned at her. She continued, "are you relaxed now Sir? Should we be joining the others?"

I really don't know what I was thinking, but whatever it was, it wasn't right. I just nodded to her with the silly, just-fucked grin still painted on my face. She pulled herself off of me, and strolled into the ensuite bathroom. In a moment she returned with a warm, wet face cloth which she used to caress and clean my cock and balls, which she then towelled dry. She didn't use the cloth on herself, and I could see my cum starting to run down the inside of her legs. She caught me looking and simply grinned at me.

Then she went into the walk-in closet, returning in a moment with two dressing gowns. She pulled me to my feet at the side of the bed and handed me mine. Hers turned out to be the semi-diaphanous cover-up that Jennifer had had on by the pool yesterday. It did very little to cover her up.




Mister Gabe Ch. 02



With our robes on, "C" reached up on her tip toes and licked her tongue around my lips and said, "Master will get what he wants, won't he Mister Dane?" She nodded at me, and once again I found myself nodding back. Inside my head I could hear myself screaming "What The Fuck!", but none of that translated out. I agreed with the semi-nude woman in front of me and, holding my hand, she led me out of the martial bedroom that I had just defiled with her, and down the stairs.

Hand in hand, she led me through the kitchen. I could hear slow dance music emanating from the outside sound system as we stepped through the sliding door to the patio beyond. I stopped outside - Brock and Mister Gabe each had on a robe similar to mine. Sara and Jennifer were wearing mini-tux's, similar to what "C" had greeted me in. Brock was doing a slow waltz with my wife while Sara was enfolded into Mister Gabe's arms, rocking slowly to the music without moving their feet. Brock looked very uncomfortable, holding Jen at arm's length while he tried to concentrate on the dancing that he was obviously unfamiliar with. 

Taking a firmer grip "C" pulled me towards the bar behind the couches. Sitting on the bar were large empty wineglasses and two empty wine bottles - obviously of Mister Gabe's private stock. There remained one partially empty bottle and a fresh unused wine glass. "C" let go of my hands and immediately proceeded to fill the glass - draining the bottle. In the background I heard Mister Gabe say, "well, if it isn't our Mister Dane come to join us." "C" handed me the glass. Closer now, I heard Mister Gabe say, "drink up Dave. As you can see, we've been at it for a while," and I felt his hand rest on my shoulder as I tilted the wine glass to my lips. I paused but "C" whispered, "just drink it all Mister Dane." So I drained the glass as I turned back to the group.

Sara, looking uncomfortable was standing where Mister Gabe had left her. My wife and Brock continued their efforts at dancing. As they turned, Jennifer gave me a beaming smile and then deliberately pulled Brock more firmly into her body. She winked at me as my jaw dropped open. Then I could see that as her eyes fully took in both my attire and "C"'s, her gaze changed and her smile became something more salacious and she pointedly rubbed herself up against the boy.

Mister Gabe, with his hand still on my shoulder, gently guided me towards the couch and then with a wave, "have a seat Dave." I sat back into the couch and looked up at him. He grinned down at me, and in a booming voice, "I see that "C" was successful in relaxing you", and he pointedly looked at his lovely concierge who was standing beside him, dragging his eyes down from her face to her tits, substantially exposed as her diaphanous robe hung partially open, and then further down to her legs. She was standing with her feet slightly apart, and my eyes widened as I could see cum slowly running down the insides of her thighs. I quickly looked up into my wife's eyes and followed her gaze to "C" as well. I could tell the moment that she realized what she was looking at as her dancing with Brock stopped completely. She stepped away from the boy and turned her gaze to me. I was surprised to see the expression on her face - a combination of surprise, followed by hurt which immediately turned to that lusting expression that I knew so well. 

Mister Gabe bent and drew a finger through a particularly large mass of cum on "C"'s thigh and, straightening, said, "Sara, girl, come here." Sara was startled by the command, but moved over towards the huge man. He looked down at "C" and then at me as he gathered my daughter under his arm, still holding the cum-coated finger in the air. "I can see that you fucked her Dave...and I am ok with that, don't worry, but", and he slowly pushed his finger between Sara's lips. Quietly he murmured, "there girl, lick that up. All of it now. Taste your father. But," he repeated as he turned back to me, "but, what I want to know is whether "C" gave you one of her fabulous blow jobs."

Shifting my gaze from my finger sucking daughter to my wife, I slowly nodded. Jennifer seemed to be breathing heavily as she first watched Sara and then as I nodded. I observed her grin become radiant and her head nod with mine in acceptance and approval. She blew me a kiss as she moved over to bend down to me, whispering in my ear, "have you changed your mind now, my husband?" As I slowly nodded to her, in the back of my mind I could hear a faint voice yelling about how wrong this all was, but it was becoming more and more faint. Jen moved back to stand beside Brock.

"Good" came that booming voice again. "Then I believe it is time for a family lesson in that extremely important skill. Come here Brock, and sit down beside your father to be." Brock moved over and I could see him trying unsuccessfully to cover the boner tenting the front of his robe. I realized at that time that my own was back as well - creating an obvious tent above my lap as I sat there. Mister Gabe then sat down on the couch on the other side of Brock. He then deliberately pulled the sash on his robe and spread it open on either side revealing his completely nude body for the first time. We had all already seen him in a swimsuit, so his toned upper body and impressive musculature was no new surprise. Now revealed to everybody was his equally impressive cock. Sporting only a semi-woody, it lay upon his thigh stretching halfway to his knee. It was long, and thick, and did I say impressive? I am very happy with my own equipment, but Mister Gabe was obviously in a class by himself.

Both my girls, Sara and Jennifer, gasped at the unveiling, and looking up I could see both of them staring wide-eyed. Mister Gabe stated, "everybody is wearing too many clothes for this exercise, and he boldly reached over and pulled Brock's robe open revealing his healthy erection to the world and then waved his hand at me to follow suit. I found myself pulling my robe open and baring myself as well. Then he continued, ""C", help Mrs. Dane please." "C" glided over to my wife. She slowly started to unbutton Jennifer's tux top. As it came open I knew what to expect as I had so recently seen "C" remove her own outfit for me. Obviously Brock didn't, and I could hear his gasp as Jen's top was pushed from her shoulders leaving her marvelous bust barely covered by the ruffle. I saw Brock's cock jerk as "C" pulled the ruffle off completely baring my wife's upper body to him. "Leave the collar on "C"", commanded Mister Gabe. "C" nodded and gliding her hands down my wife's arms, holding them at her side, "C" slowly sunk to her knees in front of Jen and began working at her shorts. Quickly they were pulled to her ankles and "C" helped Jen step out of them. "Quickly girl" came from Mister Brock.

"C" bounced to her feet again, shedding her own robe as she did, and moved to stand directly behind my daughter who was still standing in front of me. She reached around Sara and took a firm grip of either side of her mini-tux and with a sudden sharp movement, yanked the top apart in front of me. Sara's tits sprang into the open, with the ruffles having no chance of providing any concealment. I sensed Mister Gabe's nod of approval as "C" threw the ripped tux to the ground and tore the ruffles off. "C" then pulled the button open on Sara's shorts and yanked them to her knees. She put one hand on the small of Sara's back and pushed her towards me, forced my daughter to bend at the waist and catch herself by putting a hand on each of my thighs. "C" pulled the shorts from my daughter's feet and then "C" pulled her down so that she was on her knees, between mine, with her hands continuing to rest on my legs...one on either side of my rampant cock which was now straining towards my lovely, panting, totally naked 18 year old daughter.

"Very well done "C"", complimented Mister Gabe. "Very well done. Now girl, bring Mrs. Dane over here." He paused in thought for a moment glancing down at Brock's hard dick. "Hmmm," he murmured, "we cannot keep tormenting the boy, can we. "C", right here." He pointed in front of Brock and "C" guided my wife to between Brocks spread knees and then gently pushed her down so that she was kneeling in front of him as Sara was between mine. Brock couldn't tear his eyes off of Jen - her breasts swaying as she lowered herself to her knees and the trimmed and glistening thatch between her legs. Finally, "C" grabbed each of Jennifer's hands and firmly placed them upon Brock's legs causing his prick to jump once again at the sight.

"Now, "C", come here," Mister Gabe directed. "C" quickly moved over between his massive legs and dropped to her knees. We could all see his tool start to stiffen more, and slowly raise its head off of his thigh. He reached out to "C" and twisted the fingers of one hand in her hair. Turning to us, he looked directly into Brock's eyes and stated, "you must have a firm hand with the lady in front of you. Remember that as she kneels she has given up all of the society's rules about how to treat a "lady". She has agreed to be your whore." Brock's eyes went to Jen's face. "Pay attention boy!" sharply from Mister Gabe. "She is your cunt, to use, to abuse, to take pleasure from. While she is naked in front of you she is absolutely nothing else." With that he pulled "C"'s face to him. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and inhaled his cock as he dragged her face down his shaft. 

With that "C" began demonstrating her cock sucking skills to my wife and daughter. After the initial dive, she pulled herself from Mister Gabe's hardening cock and, using her tongue, coated the entire length with her saliva. She bent lower and lavished his balls with spit, and tried to gather them, one by one into her mouth as well. Both Sara and Jen were beginning to breathe hard, and I found it increasingly difficult not to touch myself as I watched the lurid scene unfolding beside me. "That should be enough," rumbled out of Mister Gabe as he pulled her head off of his balls, and turning to us, he said, "now watch this closely boys." Taking a brutal grip on "C"'s hair with both hands, he violently pulled her face onto his cock which had by now grown to its full length, and huge girth. She didn't fight him at all as he pulled her down. Her angle was not exactly right and his cock stuck about nine inches into her mouth. "C"'s eyes were wide and staring up into her master's face as he loosened one hand from her hair and swatted heavily onto her ass, "move girl". She immediately adjusted her body, laying down more upon his legs and straightening her throat. "Now," Mister Gabe bellowed as again with two hands he dragged "C" all the way down his cock. In a second his whole length was buried in her throat. We could all see the bulge as her neck expanded. I quickly glanced at my wife who was sharing her gaze between "C" impaled upon Mister Gabe and Brock's prick standing up just inches from her own face. My gaze moved to Sara who was flushed and breathing hard as she closely watched "C" in action.

"Boys," from Mister Gabe, ""C" is a practiced and expert cock sucker. I have taken pains over a long time to ensure that she is as good as she is. Now watch while I hold her here." We all could see very quickly that "C" could not breath, impaled as she was. "This is the absolute best part of owning a cunt for your pleasure," Mister Gabe continued, and he put one massive hand behind her head to hold her firmly in place and began to strike "C" on the ass with the other. Over and over and over. 

"C"'s ass quickly turned bright red from the beating he was laying on her, and her body began to twitch as it began to cry for the oxygen she was being deprived of. Soon the beating stopped as "C"'s body began to spasm wildly and Mister Gabe needed both hands to hold her in place. Finally, we could see Mister Gabe's abs and butt start to clench, and with a loud yell it became obvious that he was emptying himself down her throat. Suddenly "C"'s body went into a final spasm, and then went completely limp. Breathing heavier than normal, Mister Gabe held her in place for a moment looking back at us, "the moment at which she is losing consciousness is the time when you want to shoot down her throat." With that he pulled the unconscious "C" off of himself. He paused to wipe his cum covered cock off with her hair, and then he slapped her briskly across the face eventually forcing her into a ragged breath. As soon as he could see that she was breathing again, he pushed her away forcing her to fall onto her back so that she ended up lying at his feet. He placed one foot on her breast and turned slightly to face us. 

Mister Gabe motioned with his hand at Brock, "your turn son." Indicating my wife, he said, "you have a naked cunt in front of you." Looking at Jen briefly he commanded, "you just watched an expert. Open your mouth whore and service the male meat in front of you." 

Hesitating, Jen looked at me. I found myself nodding slowly at her. It was taking too long for Mister Gabe as he lunged over to grab a fistful of Jen's hair and pulled her face onto Brock's cock. "Open," he barked at her. Jen opened her mouth and allowed her soon to be son's cock to enter - all the while staring up at me. Master Gabe clipped her lightly across the back of her head and declared, "look at the man you are servicing whore - no one else! You," he commanded Brock, "grab her hair! Pull her down on you. You saw the way I did it. Get to it boy!"

Brock reached up and entangled his fingers in my wife's hair and, tentatively at first, but with more authority as he got past the fact that Sara's mother had her mouth around his prick, started to pull and push her face up and down his cock. 

I looked down at my daughter. She was panting heavily and must have realized that I was staring at her. Her eyes came up to mine and then she deliberately opened her 18 year old mouth and brought her lips to the head of my cock. She bent lower with her tongue out and started to bathe my cock in her spit. "Dave" I heard, and tore my eyes from my daughter's to look at Mister Gabe who was motioning with empty hands the gripping of hair and pumping motion. Then he waved his hand at Brock who was well into fucking my wife's face. I was grinning broadly (if somewhat stupidly) as I turned back to Sara and thrust my hands into her long hair. Quickly I joined Brock in controlling the mouth in front of me as he was doing to Jen. I saw Mister Gabe reach over Jen to smack her solidly on her ass. Then he reached under Jen's heaving upper body to grab and twist her right nipple. 

The wrongness of all of this had completely escaped me and he took a hand off of Sara's head to hit her ass. She groaned as I did, so I continued. 

I was beating my daughter as she blew me. My wife was sucking on Brock's cock while she was getting spanked by Brock and her nipples were being pulled from her body by Mister Gabe. "C" continued to try to catch her breath as Mister Gabe pressed her to the floor with his foot. The scene was beyond unbelievable, and well beyond what we could take for long. Within minutes both Brock and I found ourselves lifting off of the couch as we erupted, cumming down the throats of the women in front of us. I came and came. My balls actually began to ache, I came so much. I didn't pin Sara to me as Mister Gabe had done to "C", but I could see that Brock was trying his best to suffocate Jen on his cock. He didn't quite succeed, but as he finally fell back into the couch and release her I could see that she was sobbing, and having difficulty catching her breath. I released Sara who also had tears streaming down her face. She sat back on her heels leaving a stringer of cum connecting her lips to my cock. It was unbelievably erotic.

We all sat back, allowing our panting to abate. Mister Gabe was softly clapping, and he finally allowed "C" to rise from her back and he positioned her on his lap with his massive cock rising from between her legs. He waved at us, indicating to the women that they should take similar positions. Without a word of protest, and really, how could any of us protest any longer, they arose and did just that. Jen sat down directly on Brock's lap with her back to Brock, guiding his teenage, hard cock up to rest between her thighs. Sara moved to sit crossways so that she could face her fiancé and mother. As she sat down my cock momentarily caught in her cunt lips before sliding between them to stick up between her legs.

Mister Gabe now cleared his throat. "That was well done gentleman. ...and ladies. I am quite pleased with all of you and how all of you take direction. Well done." He again clapped softly. "C" was beaming at us from her perch on her master's lap. "Now we must address the main issue." He looked directly at me, "Dave, I want your wife. I will not accept simply 'borrowing' her from time-to-time, as that is not in my nature. I want her available for my pleasure at all times. I have found that the best way for that to be so is to own the cunt so that there is no question as to who's directions she is following. Therefore I am going to marry her. You will divorce her and then you will give her to me." He held up a hand to forestall me, "no, you will not 'legally' divorce her. That is the last thing that I require. In fact, I very much enjoy the fact that to the rest of the world, including your children, she is at least publically, your wife. You do need to continue to support her in various facets of her life. Besides, this will probably not be forever. However, as I am the predominant male in this house, and for as long as I am here she will be mine. This will have to be formal," he continued, "so we will have the ceremony here. I understand that the children will not be able to participate. Today is Thursday, and I understand that your twins will be leaving tomorrow for a week. So. This is what will happen." He took a breath. I found that I couldn't breathe. "This is what will happen. The children will depart tomorrow. My family will arrive Saturday afternoon and in the evening we will have the ceremony in which you, Dave, will give your wife to me - to have, to hold, to instruct, to abuse, and to pleasure me in any way in which I see fit for as long as I want."

He looked at me, not once shifting his gaze to anyone else sitting there. My eyes, widened in disbelief shifted to Jennifer and caught her staring at me. At the same time I found myself nodding slowly to Mister Gabe's demand. I couldn't stop. Inside I was screaming. Outside I am sure that my face was saying "no", but I muttered, "yes".

Jennifer's eyes widened as she heard me, and Sara's head whipped around to stare at me. Brock, who still had his hands on my wife stopped playing with her nipple and also looked to me with shock written all over his face.

Mister Gabe picked up "C" and placed her on her feet as he stood and turned in front of Jen. He reached down with one hand and taking my wife's hand, pulled her gently from Brock's lap and turned her slowly so that her back was pulled in tight against him, his still rampant cock pressed up into the small of her back. One of his hands fondled her right breast while the other gently turned her head so that, leaning forward, he softly placed his lips against hers. Jen's eyes closed. The kiss was tender and passionate. Jen visibly melted into his hands. Softly, so that we could barely hear him, Mister Gabe whispered, "this is what you want Jennifer. Yes?"

"Yes." We all heard that soft whispered response.

"Now Jennifer, open your eyes and look at your husband, and your daughter, and tell them," Mister Gabe commanded.

Jen's eyes opened and her head turned to me, "yes, my love, I want this."

"No, Jennifer," Mister Gabe softly admonished, "he is not 'your love'. He is giving you to me. He considers you a cunt that he can just give away because he no longer wants you. With that in mind, tell him again."




Mister Gabe Ch. 02



Her eyes blinked at that and she frowned. She craned her head around to once again look at Mister Gabe. "But I do love him. He is my love."

"You may think that Jennifer, but you may never say that again, ever. Not so long as you belong to me. When...if, I return you to him, then maybe you will want to say that again. Besides, I am sure that he no longer cares for you that way. Consider that he just had Sara's fiancé fuck your mouth, and that was after he fucked "C", and then fucked your daughter's mouth. Now tell him again, properly."

Her head swivelled back to me and she stared into my horrified eyes. After a very long pause, her breathing shallow through slightly parted lips, "David, I do want this. I want to be Mister Gabe's wife so that he can love me passionately." She blinked again, and I swear that I saw a moment of uncertainty, but it passed. She broke eye contact with me and looked up at Mister Gabe seeking his approval.

His head nodded and a satisfied smile spread over his face. "Brock. You can go home now. I will expect you back here Saturday morning." He paused as Brock rose to his feet and without a word, headed for the house to depart. Then he looked at me. "Dave, enjoy your wife tonight for it is the last time I will allow you to. I don't care about you two," and his eyes encompassed both myself and my naked daughter who was still sitting on my lap, "but tomorrow Jen is to remain celibate. My favorite son will stand up for me, and Sara, you will stand up for your mother. My friend will officiate at the ceremony. We will have the ceremony Saturday evening as the children will leave tomorrow morning. "C" will instruct all of you on expectations for the ceremony tomorrow." With that he once again pulled my wife's face to his and he planted another soft kiss on her lips. ""C", let us depart now," and he released Jen and headed for his side of the house.

I couldn't speak. Sara couldn't speak. Jen was staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. The moment stretched for ever. Finally Sara stood and moved in front of her mother, grasping her hands and staring into her eyes. "Mom. Really? How can you do this?" Her shock was evident in her voice.

Jennifer stuttered, "I...I...your dad wants me to. He said he wanted to give me to Mister Gabe. And...Mister Gabe wants me. I..," and her voice broke into a sob and tears started to well in her eyes, "I". She pulled her hands from Sara and ran to the patio door. "I" she screamed back at us, "I don't know, I just DO." She ripped the door open and ran into the house leaving me and Sara to stare at each other. In my mind I was shouting at myself, "why?"

...

The Present - June 2013

I opened my eyes and looked around the bedroom. It was still very dark. I don't know if I had drifted off or not, but the clock told me that it was after midnight. My eyes drifted around the room to the pool of light coming from the walk-in closet. Jen still wasn't back from the other side.

Why was I still here? Why had I stayed? Did she still love me? Do I still love her? Should I put the plan that I had been working on for so long into effect? The same questions that I have been asking myself over and over for the past two years popped into the front of my brain again. Still unanswered, but still, here I am.

I pulled myself to my feet and moved over to the sideboard on the far side of the bedroom. One doesn't normally keep booze in a bedroom but I had found early in this nightmare that I needed to have something to help me sleep - on many occasions. I grabbed a tumbler and the decanter filled with dark rum, and poured a full glass. No half measures. Taking the glass I walked to the door leading out to the balcony, opened it and stepped out. Movement on the patio caught my eye. I could see "C" having a discussion with Molly although I couldn't hear what they were saying. I was a bit surprised because I didn't know that "C" was in the house - she must have arrived sometime last night- but in my current state, not enough to do anything other than stare vacantly at them as I found a seat and stretched out my legs.

The wedding. That was when the nightmare really started...

...

June 2011

...The Day before the Wedding...

The day after my agreement to give Jen to Mister Gabe dawned early for me. Actually, I never went to sleep. Neither of us did. The night before had been intense. Crying. Talking. Oddly, though, over the course of the night my mental resistance to the situation faded into a fog in the back of my mine. I could still dispute what was happening, but it was a very faint voice, one that became easier to ignore as the night progressed. I could tell that Jen was going through the same change. 

Eventually the tears stopped. Then it had been fucking, and sucking - in every way imaginable. I was in her mouth, her cunt and her ass. She even sucked me when I pulled out from her backdoor. I pinched and pulled her nipples, her hair, and had my hands wrapped around her neck as I drove myself into her. My tongue was in her mouth, rimming her anal ring, and licking my cum from her slit. We were passionate, intense, and almost desperate. Through it all we cried our love for each other. Then it morphed into simple love making. Tender, passionate, and longing. Jennifer vowed that no matter what Mister Gabe said, I was the only man she loved, would ever love. She begged for and got from me a promise that no matter what happened, and no matter how long it lasted, I would never leave her. 

A thought occurred to me as I gazed into her eyes. "You aren't on the pill," I stated. "I'm the one who got clipped after the twins arrived. What are you going to do?"

Jen's eyes widened as she considered my statement. "I guess I go on the pill - but I better go get the prescription today."

I nodded at her. "It won't take effect in time for this coming week." I paused, and took a deep breath. "Jennifer, let me be very clear about this. I do not want you to become pregnant. Period. I absolutely forbid it. You need to get, and take the morning after pill for as long as you have to. Do you understand me?" She was just staring at me. I propped myself up on my elbow as I rolled her off of me onto her back, and looked down at her. "Jennifer, my love, I do not know why I agreed to give you away, or why I can't stop it. I don't know why you want it, and cannot explain it to me. But I do know this. You...will...not...become...pregnant. That is an absolute 'must'! I forbid it. You must do whatever you have to do to prevent it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, my love. I understand," she replied, looking deep into my eyes. "But what if he tells me to stop taking the pill, or won't let me take them?"

"Jennifer," I firmly stated, "today you are still my wife. I command you in this. This command will last forever, and overrides anything that Mister Gabe may tell you to do. You must agree to this right now."

"Ok." It was as simple as that. "I do love it when you get so firm and commanding Dave. Sometimes I wish you were always like this." With that statement my wife had told me why she was so compliant with Mister Gabe, even if she herself did not recognize or acknowledge it, and at the time I failed to recognize what she was telling me. Upon reflection, that was the last moment that I had had to stop the nightmare before it began. What a stupid, fucking asshole I was! 

She rolled me over onto my back and started to nestle into my arms again. My prick, amazingly, was stiff as a board again. I gently pulled her hips up and, positioning myself with one hand, pulled her down onto my rod again as I reached up to kiss her beautiful lips.

"hmmm, no, David," she whispered. "We can't do this anymore. Mister Gabe said I was to remain celibate today."

I growled at her, "we aren't fucking my love. I just want to be in you."

"I can see this is going to be a problem," she replied, and then levered herself up so that she was resting on her arms on my chest looking down into my eyes." She looked into my eyes and groaned quietly as I pushed a mild thrust up into her. "How are you ever going to survive while I am his?" she questioned herself quietly. "What if he keeps me for a month, or two?" Then her eyes got a little wider as a thought occurred to her. She stretched out to the side of the bed and grabbed her cell phone. I remained embedded within her, periodically taking little stabs up into her, while she did some typing on her phone.

"What are you up to lover?" I queried.

"Just texting Sara" she replied. "I asked her to come here."

"You think she'll be up? Why would you ask her to come here?"

"We'll see in a moment...and I think that she may be the answer to our problem. At least I think that is what Mister Gabe meant." With that she cast her phone aside and settled back onto me as before although she did lightly slap me on the shoulder when I once again thrust up into her. "Stop it," she mildly admonished me again.

Before I could ask her what she was talking about, I heard the door open and I could see Sara padding towards us. Her hair showed that she had just got out of bed, and she had herself wrapped up in her old night robe. We had got it for her as a Christmas present when she was fourteen and even though it was obviously too small for her now she continued to wear it. "Mom? What do you want?"

I stilled my slight movements in and out of my wife. Jen turned to her daughter, and patting the bed beside us said, "sit down dear. We should talk a bit."

Sara looked at Jen lying on top of me, and though the covers were up to her shoulders Sara could see my bare chest below her mother. She grinned a bit, and flopped down into a sitting position right beside us. Before Jen could say anything, Sara blurted, "it is ok Mom. I thought about it a lot last night, and while I don't understand it...any of it." She paused for a breath, "I don't understand anything that has been happening since Mister Gabe moved in...but it just doesn't seem to bother me anymore. I am so sorry that I made you cry last night."

"Shhhh baby girl," her mother whispered to her. "We are in the same place. We don't understand any of it either, but we've concluded that what is going to happen is just going to happen. We will be ok for as long as it goes on."

Sara nodded, and her face lit up into a smile. "Mom, I need to ask you...did you like blowing Brock? Did his cum taste good?"

Jen's eyes widened at the questions, and she paused, breathing slowly, "yes dear, I did like that." She glanced down at me and then said, "he did taste good." She smiled at me.

"How did you feel when he tried to suffocate you on his prick?" was our daughter's next question to her mom.

Jen's smile broadened and she looked back towards our daughter, "it was so intense. I have a question for you. Did you like sucking your dad's cock? Did you like him beating on you while you were sucking him?"

Sara was beaming as her eyes moved between her mother and me, "yes, god, I did." She looked right at me. "Daddy, it was so fucking hot! I loved you pounding into my throat, and smacking my ass as you did it!"

"Good," Jen said. She lifted herself up from my chest and the blanket fell away from her shoulders. She moved her legs to seat herself comfortably with me still hard as a rock and ensconced inside her. Sara's eyes travelled up and down her mother's naked body taking in her breasts - pear shaped and perfectly sized to fit into my hands - and on down to the tuft of pubic hair that Jen retained above her slit and then fixed on where our bodies met. Jen deliberately lifted herself slightly and then settled again, clearly showing our daughter my cock, slick with Jen's juices. "We have a bit of a problem that I hope you'll want to help out with," she murmured. "You see, Mister Gabe told us that I am to remain celibate today...no sex. You can also see," and she lifted herself up higher this time to expose at least half of my hard prick, "that your father needs to cum again. I can't help him. Can you?" This said as my wife leaned over towards Sara and put one hand behind our daughter's neck gently pulling Sara's face towards her own. Both of them closed their eyes as mother and daughter kissed each other. I could see their lips open, and then Jen thrust her tongue into Sara's mouth. My prick jumped inside Jen as I watched my two women neck passionately.

A moan escaped Sara as she pulled back slightly, first looking at her mother's lips and then pointedly looking down into my flushed face, "hmmm, yes Mom, I would like to help."

Jen smiled softly and then gently undid Sara's robe and pushed it off of her shoulders. It fell away to the floor at the side of the bed revealing my daughter to me. She had on a baby doll nighty made of satin. Her nipples were hard and pointing at me through the diaphanous material. My eyes travelled her body and I could clearly see that she had no panties on under the baby doll. 

"Sara," my wife whispered, "I'm talking about a longer term commitment dear. We don't know how long Mister Gabe will command me, but it will probably be for a month or two. Maybe a little longer. We don't know exactly how it will affect your father's and mine sexual relations." She paused and took a breath, and slowly lay down slightly to my side pulling Sara down so that she was lying on my other side. Sara adjusted her legs comfortably alongside mine. All three of our heads were touching. Jennifer turned my head to lick my lips and then pushed my head around to face our daughter while pulling her closer into me. I found myself first licking Sara's lips, and then pushing my tongue into her opening mouth. She sucked on my tongue and groaned with desire. I couldn't control myself much longer and realized that while I was passionately frenching my daughter, I was also thrusting with increasing vigor into my wife's pussy. She groaned again, "David, you have to stop." I could feel her reach out to our daughter and pull her hand down to where we were joined. "Sara, will you provide your father with the outlet that he needs?" she whispered again. "For as long as necessary?"

Sara pulled her lips from mine and I started to say ,"Jen, what.." but was hushed by my daughter. She looked at her mother and nodded.

"Yes. For as long as I can." With that Jen lifted herself completely off of me and motioned for Sara to straddle me. "Are you wet dear?" Jen asked Sara. She moved her fingers down my daughter's body, briefly squeezing her breast through the baby doll eliciting another moan from Sara and then placed her hand on Sara's mound. Gently she parted the lips as Sara held herself above me and pushed her fingers into Sara's slit. Jen's smile grew broader, "yes, I see that you are very wet," and she pulled her fingers from Sara's hole and brought them to my mouth. "Mister Gabe has already tasted your daughter David. What do you think?" My lips parted as my wife pushed her fingers into my mouth and I tasted Sara's nectar. 

My wife pulled her fingers from me and moved down the bed as Sara positioned herself over me. I could see Jen trailing kisses down our daughter's back. I felt my wife take my rampant cock in her hand and hold it upright as Sara settled herself down on me. "Take it slow dear. Your father is bigger than what you are used to with Brock." My breath shuddered as I could feel the head of my prick positioned by my wife at my daughter's opening and I could hear Jen whisper, "now Sara. Push down."

Sara sat down slowly but had to pause as I entered her, her breathing catching for a moment. Then with a look of determination on her face she forced herself down on me. I could feel every inch of my passage into my little girl's body. It was tight. It was amazing. Both of us were panting. 

Fully embedded now, I placed my hands on Sara's hips and rocked upward into her. She gasped as we could both feel me pushing against her cervix. Jen, who was now kneeling on the bed beside us, reached over and pulled Sara's baby doll over her head revealing her gorgeous eighteen year old breasts to me. My wife then took my hand and placed it firmly on Sara's tit. "Squeeze it Dave." I did. "Twist the nipple, my husband." I did. Sara groaned again and started to move on me. Slowly. Up and down. "Harder Dave! Make our little girl your slut! Use her and abuse her in the way Mister Gabe has shown us!" I brought my other hand up and slapped Sara's tit, hard. She moaned and started moving faster. I could feel my blood boiling, and I could see the pre-orgasmic flush suffusing my daughter's body. Again I slapped her tit and twisted the other hard. 

Using both hands I pulled my daughter's body to me and thrust up forcefully into her. Our breathing was ragged as we both approached our apex. Distantly I could hear sounds from outside our bedroom. Distantly I felt my wife get off of the bed, and say, "the twins are up. They are probably eager to get off on their trip." As I could feel the cum start to travel from my balls to my cock, distantly I heard my wife say, "you two enjoy yourselves. I'll take care of the twins and meet you in the kitchen later"...and distantly I felt my wife brush her lips against my ear and whisper, "I love you my husband. Eventually I'll be only yours again."

Sara and I were in our own world. I flipped her onto her back, never disengaging, and started to hammer into her. It took only moments. With a howl matched only by her scream, I thrust into her as deep as I could get and came. Over and over and over, I could feel myself shoot string after string of cum deep into my daughter as her cunt tightened in orgasm around me.

I fell off to her side, my prick popping out of her. We lay there for a long time catching our breath. Eventually, she rolled over, halfway onto my body and kissed me. "That was absolutely fucking amazing!" she exclaimed. "I have never cum like that. Daddy, I love you, love you, love you." She stopped kissing me between her exclamations and pushed herself up onto her elbows above me. "Seriously Daddy, I love you."

"Me too, you, sweet thing."

We looked at each other, and while the voice in our heads was telling us that this was so wrong, it was way back in our heads, and we both chose to totally ignore it. "Daddy, I don't understand what is going on, or how long it will last, but for as long as you want...now and even after this thing with Mom and Mister Gabe is done, I want you to know that I am your daughter slut. I want you to use me and abuse me in any way you want, at any time."

I nodded. That's it. I had just fucked my daughter, with my wife's help no less. And I knew that I would continue to fuck her. And I just nodded.

...

The rest of the day was a blur. Sara went to her room to clean up. I had a quick shower and got dressed. We found Jen in the kitchen with her bathrobe on - and I just knew that she had nothing except my dried cum on her body under it - talking with Mike and Molly about their trip. They were very excited and unsurprisingly, had come up with a list of items that they needed to take and had forgotten to get. 

We - Molly, Mike and myself - finished eating breakfast, and were getting up to leave on our last minute trip when the patio door slid open. "C", dressed in a pair of shorts that were just barely 'not' short shorts and a button down shirt that had the tail gathered so that she tie it up under her breasts, strolled into our kitchen. The twins both looked at me like "huh"? "C" stated, "good morning the Dane family. I see that you two (looking at Molly and Mike) must be anxious to get going on your trip," to which they nodded. Looking over at Jen and Sara she continued, "you two and I have things to do today," and she grinned broadly, "and they will take most of our day." With that she motioned the three of us out to the garage. The kids headed out of the door and I paused just long enough to look back into the kitchen. "C" was parting Jen's robe, exposing her nude body, and exclaiming as she saw cum dried on her breasts, "I hope that isn't from today dear. Mister Gabe would be very displeased."




Mister Gabe Ch. 02



Then, as I pulled the door closed behind me I saw "C" lean forward and drag her tongue across my wife's breast and murmur, "hmmm, good." The door closed.

As I said, the rest of the day was a blur. We got the kid's stuff, and then all of us piled into the car to take them to their departure point. There was a brief hold up as "C" was trying to insist that Jen and Sara stay with her as there was too much to do. I nixed that by simply leaning in and whispering into her ear, "they are still mine today. They come with us."

After dropping the kids off, we drove to the drop in clinic so that Jen could get her prescription. Sara went in with her and renewed hers as well. I sat in the car with a stupid grin on my face thinking that if I was going to continue to use my daughter as a cum bucket then she had better stay protected...at least until she was married to Brock. After that we went to the pharmacy to fill the prescriptions and so that Jen could get some of the morning after pill. 

Back at the house, "C" met us at the door. She handed me a package and simply said, "those are your clothes for tomorrow. Have them on and meet me in your kitchen at eleven in the morning. Here is a set of instructions depicting how the ceremony will happen, your agreement with Mister Gabe, and the rules for when you give Jennifer to Mister Gabe." Just like that. Blunt "C". She then pushed me towards my den/office and said that she was keeping Jen and Sara for the rest of the day.

I spent the day playing catch up on the work I had brought home from the office - not once looking through any of the paperwork "C" had given me. The day ended with Sara poking her head into the den to announce supper. Jennifer had a tuna salad waiting on the table, and announced to me, ""C" says that we have to eat light tonight, though that probably doesn't apply to you Dave." I didn't even question that, just nodded and set to eating. Done, we all trooped up the stairs. Jen grabbed Sara's hand as she was turning towards her room and said, "no dear, you should sleep with us tonight. You heard what "C" said."

We headed into our bedroom and then undressed. I found myself staring as my daughter removed her clothes. She was as delightful to look at as her mother was. 

As we crawled into bed Jennifer firmly stated, "Sara dear, you lie here between your father and I." We lay down with Jen pointedly turning away from us in bed. Sara rolled towards me and took my hand, placing it on her naked hip. "I love you Daddy," she whispered.

"I love you too David. Please do not ever, ever forget that," came from Jen.

The lights were out.

We went to sleep. Tomorrow promised to be a very big day.

...

The Wedding

The big day. 

I woke slowly and found myself spooning Sara, my morning wood nestled comfortably between her thighs. My arm was wrapped around her cupping her breast. I could sense her smile as she said, "I was wondering when you were going to wake up." She turned over to face me and leaned in to give me a warm kiss on the lips. Her hand traced down my side and gripped my cock, giving it a few gentle jerks. "Can't do anything about that this morning, sorry," she said with a little frown. "Mom got up ages ago." She levered herself up on to her elbow and looked at the alarm clock. "As I thought, we are running late. I'm sure that everybody else is already on the patio waiting for us. You have to go have a shower and shave and put on your clothes for the day. I'm going to my room now to put on my dress and I'll come back here to collect you." She swivelled around dropping her legs to the floor as I stared at her perfect, naked back. As she stood she turned to face me in all of her nude glory - her nipples hard and pointed at me, her lower lips slightly parted with a hint of the delectable dew showing - "don't fart around Dad. You only have half an hour. "C" brought up something to eat and it is on the sideboard for you. Hurry up and get ready!" With that she strode to the door, which I noticed now was hanging open, and headed for her room.

I did what I was told. Shaved, showered, and ate some of the food left for me. Then I discovered the previously unopened bag that "C" had given me yesterday that contained the clothes that I was supposed to wear for the occasion. I opened the bag and dumped the contents on the bed. I stared at them while my mind wandered a bit. I was going to give my wife to Mister Gabe today. I didn't know exactly what that meant, but for whatever reason, it just didn't seem to bother me as much as it had on Thursday. I could hear Jen's voice in my mind telling me that she loved me, and always would, regardless of what happened. I guess I was satisfied with that. 

There were only two garments in the bag. I held them up and discovered that they were both made of very thin white linen. The pants held up by a draw string, and the shirt hanging open. Shrugging, I pulled the pants on. They concealed, barely, the fact that I had nothing on underneath them, but I could tell that if I had any kind of erection that I would have no chance of concealing the fact. Just thinking about that caused me to start to stiffen. Hurriedly I pulled the shirt on hoping that it would provide some concealment. It didn't.

"Wow!" I heard the exclamation coming from the doorway and I turned around to look. Sara whistled softly and strode towards me. She was wearing something that looked like a combination toga and dress. It was also of very thin linen...almost transparent. The top wrapped around her body and was tied by a single knot on her left shoulder, covering her upper body with a single layer. At the waist was another tie on her left hip that cinched the garment tightly around her waist. I could clearly see her breasts hanging fee under the top, her nipples hard as rocks. The flow of the bottom obscured the apex of her legs and the treasure located there. Her hair was up, held by a simple comb. She looked beautiful. I could feel myself rising as she came up to me. She grinned, looking into my eyes as her hand found my cock in the too thin pants and squeezed. "Is this for me kind sir?" she laughed. She gave me a chaste kiss on the lips and still holding me by the cock, she pulled me towards the doorway. "We have to get going Dad, they are all waiting for us on the patio."

Sara let go of her hold on my hard on, switching her grasp to my hand, leading me down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Finally!" came from "C" who was waiting for us in an outfit identical to Sara's but in black linen. The colour did little to hide the sway of her full breasts under her top. She quickly lifted two large glasses of wine off of the counter and handed them to us, "you ate? Good, drink that up. Quickly now, you have to come outside to meet the others that Master has invited." Tapping her bare foot on the tile floor, she pulled the empty glasses from our grasp and taking us each by an elbow she started pulling us to the door. I could feel her glance at my cock, causing it to briefly stir once again from the semi-woody it had reduced to. 

"C" pulled open the patio door and then ushered us out to the patio. Things had changed out there. The normal patio furniture was pushed to one side, in front of Mister Gabe's side of the house. In its stead were a number of new pieces. 

First there was a small dais, with a short kneeling bench placed in front of it. To either side there was a wide, backless divan. In front of that set up were two low backed couches - obviously placed for people who were just 'viewing' the ceremony. I didn't immediately get what the dais or divans were for. 

And there were people there - most of whom I did not recognize. They were all wearing outfits similar to those that Sara, I and "C" were attired in - some in black linen and some in white. There was an older black gentleman who looked to be about 60 or so years old. He was dressed in black, and after a moment I could see that he had a clerical collar around his neck. He was talking to a younger couple. The younger man was big - almost as big as Mister Gabe, and black. Tall and thickly muscled which the white linen clothes that he wore did little to conceal. I could also clearly see that he was sporting a semi that hung down his left leg. The woman, or girl, beside him was a light brown colour, and short, barely over five feet tall. She was in black linen which did nothing to conceal her breasts which looked to be larger than average, or at least larger than any others I had seen recently. Still her face indicated her youth, and her tits didn't seem to sag under her top. I could also see Brock, also in black linen, standing to one side sipping on a glass of wine. He seemed to be uncomfortably trying to conceal the fact that all of the free swinging tits were having an effect on him.

"C" dragged us over to the threesome. "Mister Dane, Sara, I would like to introduce you to the Reverend. The Reverend is one of Mister Gabe's oldest friends and he officiates at all of Mister Gabe's weddings. Reverend, this is Mister Dane - who is giving his wife to Mister Gabe today - and this is their daughter Sara." We shook hands and murmured polite greetings.

"C" turned us towards the couple. "This is Mister Gabe's daughter - from a previous marriage - Stephanie...we all call her Steph." Steph smiled broadly at "C". "This is Steph's husband, and Mister Gabe's favorite son, Drew." Again we shook hands, and I noticed Drew slowly cast his eyes up and down Sara. 

"It will be nice to get to know you Sara," he commented quietly. He was interrupted from saying anything else by a squeal of delight coming from Steph. We all turned to follow her gaze as she bounced on her toes - her hands held up in welcome in front of her as she exclaimed, "Father!" Mister Gabe, in white linen, was striding from his patio door towards us. He quickly shook the Reverend's hand, thanking him for coming; briefly shook mine while mouthing "thank you" to me; and shook Drew's hand. Then he folded Sara into his arms and kissed her thoroughly before standing her, slightly breathless, upon her own two feet again. He held her back at arm's length and cast his gaze up and down her. Briefly he cupped one of her breasts in his large hand and squeezed gently, "I am so happy you are here dear girl." I found myself growing just a bit bothered, watching this greeting. Strange that the events to come seemed to sit ok with me, but having this man openly fondle my daughter caused a reaction.

With a half wave towards Brock, who had also observed Mister Gabe's groping of his fiancé, he turned towards Steph. "Ah, Stephanie. It is wonderful to see you. Come here girl." He wrapped his arms around the small woman and lifted her off of her feet and proceeded to give her a kiss at least as steamy as the one he had just laid on my daughter. She giggled as he placed her back on her own two feet and said, "let me see you girl! It has been months!" With that he reached to her left shoulder and deftly undid the tie there dropping her top to hang open. Stephanie had beautiful light brown breasts capped by large dark brown aureole. The nipples stiffened immediately under the stares of everyone watching...and everyone was watching. Mister Gabe grabbed both tits and squeezed them lightly, and then used them to pull her a bit closer. He then moved one hand to untie the knot holding her skirt in place quickly exposing all of her luscious body to everybody. 

I immediately noticed that her tummy had a slight curve to it. My initial suspicion was confirmed by Mister Gabe's exclamation, "girl, you are pregnant!"

"Yes Father," stated Steph, and she wantonly reached out to grasp Mister Gabe's cock through his pants, "and I'm happy to say that it is yours." She continued matter-of-factly as she massaged Mister Gabe's stiffening prick, "I am about four months on right now, and just starting to show."

Mister Gabe still had a hand on one of her breasts while he allowed the other to slide down her body - he had to stoop over to reach - ending with two of his fingers curling up into her. Steph let out a sharp breath at the penetration and Drew slid behind her, holding her shoulders to steady her as her father slowly pumped his fat fingers in and out. Slightly breathless she continued. "You'll remember, Father, when you went to see Mama, and I was visiting her because Drew was out of town on business?" Mister Gabe nodded. "You remember being so happy to see me that you stripped me of my clothes and laid me down on the kitchen table? You remember telling Daddy to feed me his white cock, and telling Mama to suck on my tits? You surely remember," and she paused to gasp as Mister Gabe hooked his fingers in her cunt and lifted her bodily from the floor steadied from behind as she was by her husband, "you remember driving this beautiful cock into my tight pussy, over and over again until you came buckets into me?" Steph gave Mister Gabe a couple of hard jerks before she had to let go of him as he lifted her in the air.

Mister Gabe bounced Steph on his finger hold and nodded slowly with a broad grin on his face, "yes baby girl, I do remember that. I will never forget your deliciously tight little cunt." He set her down releasing both his finger hold and the tit he was squeezing with his other hand and then carefully caressed her belly. "Another little one for us. I hope she is a girl and I get to use her before I grow too old," he said with a smile, "having three generations of one family would be a first even for me."

At that moment "C" cleared her throat, "Master, it is time." With a nod from Mister Gabe, she loudly stated, "places everybody." Brock went to the couch facing the right side of the dais and sat down. The Reverend went to stand on the dais. Mister Gabe went to stand to the left of the dais with Drew standing beside him - both cocks were tenting their pants as they did. Steph went to the couch behind Drew and Mister Gabe and sat as well, and Sara headed to stand to the right side of the dais.

I just stood where I was. "C" paused in her movement towards the couch Steph was sitting down on, and turned to me. "Mister Dane?" she inquired. I shrugged my shoulders. "Didn't you read any of the information that I gave you yesterday?"

"Nope...I guess I didn't," I admitted. 

I heard a growl coming from Mister Gabe as he glared at "C", "this is your fault C. You will have to direct him through this as I want no snags in the ceremony." I could see the Reverend frowning from his post on the dais. "C" seemed to shrink, and turning back to me pleaded, "please Mister Dane, just do as I direct. We'll get through this ok if you listen to everything that I tell you...no questions." I simply nodded at the visibly frightened woman. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the dais, on the right hand side, but a little in front of where Sara was standing. Then she turned and ran into the house.

I was still reeling from hearing that Mister Gabe was fathering a baby on his own daughter, and caught myself staring at her sitting on the couch behind Drew. She had refastened her skirt so that it didn't drag but left her top open so that I could see her tits. She caught me looking and smiled at me. Casting my eyes around I could see Sara standing patiently with her hands clasped demurely in front of her. All of the men, myself and the Reverend included, were sporting various stages of a hard on. Only Mister Gabe's seemed to have gone down any appreciable amount, though the size of even his only barely stiffy was tenting his pants.

It was surreal. And it only got more so from there.

Suddenly I could hear the strains of the wedding march softly coming from the outdoor speakers. I heard the patio door to our side of the house slide open and I looked to see my wife Jennifer emerge followed closely by "C". 

Jen's dress was different from the others. Whereas the other ladies' outfits were more toga than anything else, leaving their arms bare, and made out of thin linen, Jen's was made out of some diaphanous material that served only to accentuate the nude beauty underneath. There were large scoop arms on it which would show her upper body to anyone looking from the side. The dress itself had two ties - one at the neck and the other at the waist. She made every man there want to eat her up right then and there.

Jen slowly paced towards us her eyes firmly fixed on my face, her breasts bouncing softly to accompany her steps. I couldn't decipher her expression other than to notice that she was flushed. Eventually she came to rest standing in front of me as "C" hurried to my side. Jen reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me softly on the lips and murmur "I love you, my husband." And then softer, so that only I could hear, "for ever David. For ever." With that she turned to face the Reverend.

The Reverend spoke for the first time. In a deep voice he intoned, "welcome everybody. We are gathered here today to participate in this wedding ceremony. We will witness this man, David Dane, give his wife, Jennifer Dane, to our Mister Gabe." He nodded towards "C", who turned me to face my wife. The Reverend continued, "then I will have the honour of joining Jennifer to Mister Gabe, placing her life and happiness in servitude to him." He paused and took a breath, "now, David, please remove the ring that you gave Jennifer when you married her."

"C" gave me a little nudge and I looked down at my wife, who was holding her left hand up to me. The fog was returning to my brain, trying to mask the voice screaming in the distant background. I reached up with both hands and gently began pulling Jen's wedding ring from her finger. "Repeat after me," I heard from the Reverend. So I did, softly saying, "by removing this ring from your finger Jennifer, I remove all rights and expectations that I have had of you. By removing this ring, I renounce our marriage, making you free to belong to another." I could feel my eyes misting up and heard a catch in my voice. Looking up I could see a tear slowly travel down my wife's cheek. 

With the ring removed and held in the palm of my hand, Jennifer began, "you have cast me aside David, and so I will seek to be owned by another. This ring will no longer have any say over me, and so, like you are doing to me, I cast it aside," and with that she picked the ring from my hand and threw it across the patio.

The Reverend intoned, "and so it is done. David Dane has cast Jennifer aside."

There was a pause. "Prepare the woman to be given away David," from the Reverend.

"C" placed her hands on my shoulders and standing on her toes began to whisper instructions into my ear. I found myself turning my wife to face the Reverend. I reached around her from behind and untied the knot at her neck, pulling the sides of her gown to the side revealing her nude breasts to the older cleric. He nodded and reached forward with his hand to softly grasp her tits, one at a time, lightly squeezing them and ending his touch at each nipple. He nodded again and I reached around the waist to untie that knot, pulling her gown fully open and holding it that way as the Reverend drew his hand down her belly to her nether lips. He carefully drew his fingers back and forth between her lips and ended by pushing his index finger into her. Jen caught her breath as his finger entered. I held her as the Reverend swirled his finger around inside my wife. Then he withdrew and straightened. He held his finger to Jen's lips and pushed it into her mouth so that she could lick him clean of her juices. "She appears well formed Mister Gabe, and I would guess that she is fertile. She is certainly ready to proceed."

Still listening to "C" whispering in my ear, I now turned Jen to Mister Gabe. "C" nudged my hand and I looked down to see that she was placing two soft leather cuffs in my hand, "put them on her wrists" she hissed. Grasping first one, and then the other arm, I buckled the cuffs onto her wrists. As I did that I noticed that each cuff had a metal loop attached to it, although I couldn't understand why. "C" then handed me another, larger soft leather loop. "Put that collar on her neck," she whispered. Reaching around Jen, I placed the collar on her neck and found that it fit her perfectly. As I did it up again I could see the metal loop - similar to what one would attach a leash to on a dog's collar. Finally I again grasped each side of my wife's gown and pulled it apart, displaying her openly to both Mister Gabe, and to Drew who was standing behind him.




Mister Gabe Ch. 02



Sara brushed past me and repositioned the kneeling stool directly in front of my wife, between her and Mister Gabe, and then she stepped back to her previous spot. "Kneel Jennifer," intoned the Reverend, and you kneel behind your ex-wife David." We did. 

Mister Gabe made to step forward but paused. "Stephanie, assist me please," he growled. You could hear the husk in his voice as the situation was getting to the man too. I saw Steph jump up and rush to quickly kneel at her father's feet. Her small hands reached up to the knot holding his pants up, loosening them and then drawing his pants off of his feet, one at a time. She quickly scuttled back to her seat holding her father's linen pants as she did. At the same time I could see Drew pulling the shirt off of Mister Gabe's shoulders. In a moment he was nude. 

Once again he stepped forward. On our knees before him, he was truly a huge specimen of an imposing figure. He was black, tall, wide shoulders, narrow hips, strong muscular abdomen, huge biceps and thighs. And a fucking huge fucking cock! Jen and I both had an up close and personal view of his massive tool rising to the occasion. It was at least three inches in diameter, and quickly stiffening to something approaching a foot long. We had both seen it before, when he had used it to suffocate "C" two nights previous. But this close was a different matter altogether. 

"Hold Jennifer's head steady, David. Open her mouth." The rest of his instructions came quickly, if solemnly spoken. Letting go of her gown, I placed a hand on either side of my wife's head, and using a finger pried her mouth open. Then I slowly pressed her forward, directing her open mouth to the monster in front of us. Briefly I let go of Jen's head to reach over with one hand to grasp Mister Gabe's cock and direct it to her mouth. Once I had place the cockhead in the correct place, on Jennifer's tongue, I replace my hands at the back of her head with my fingers resting along her cheeks. I pushed her forward as instructed. I could feel Mister Gabe enter my wife's mouth. I could hear her moan as I pushed her as far forward as I could feeling her cheeks expand under my fingers as she stretched to accommodate him. "You can begin now, Mister Gabe, and repeat after me," said the Reverend.

Using my hands as a backstop pinning Jennifer in place, Mister Gabe started to thrust into her mouth. Initially he could only get the first four or so inches into her, but regardless of her gagging he was soon driving over half of his cock into her face. I was fighting to hold her in place. Dimly I could tell that he was saying things, repeating what the Reverend was telling him. Owning her. To have, to abuse, to do whatever he wanted to. Words to that affect. 

The face fucking of my wife took only a few moments, and then he stopped, stepping back. He flicked my hands off of Jennifer's face and then reached down to pull her up to him as the Reverend finished whatever he had been saying by stating, "you may now kiss your woman." Mister Gabe held Jennifer's head as he bent over her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth - the mouth that had just tried so hard to engulf his cock. He paused to wipe the tears that his face fucking had caused from her cheeks, and murmured, "hush my pet. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time for you to practice. I promise that before our honeymoon is over I'll be able to drive my whole cock straight down your throat."

He finished wiping her cheeks and then he spun himself and Jennifer around, holding her to his body but facing away. As they spun slowly, displaying my wife's nude body and tear covered face to everybody there, he proclaimed, "see my woman. My wife! I am so happy, and you should all be happy too!" Drew reached over to shake his hand and say, "congratulations Father." Steph bounced over to kiss first her Father and then to plant a sloppy one on Jennifer's lips. Mister Gabe motioned at Sara and Brock. Sara took a pace forward and kissed her mother, mouthing something that I couldn't hear, and then she leaned up to kiss Mister Gabe on the mouth as well before making way for Brock. Brock offered his hand to Mister Gabe who shook it, and then Brock stepped into a full body hug with my wife allowing his hand to trail from her waist up to her breast giving it a soft squeeze. I didn't even blink at that - after all, he had tried to choke Jen on his cock only two nights ago. What was a little grope under these surreal circumstances?

I had gotten to my feet during all of this. Mister Brock turned his gaze upon me and said a simple thank you, then, "Dave, your part in this is done. She is now mine. You can take a seat, " and he gestured to the couch that Brock had returned to.

As soon as I was sitting down, he announced, "let the marital dancing begin." He looked pointedly at Sara, who stepped forward. She first removed Jen's gown from where it had been hanging from her shoulders. Then she guided my wife to the divan to the left of the dais and sat her down on it. She gently lowered Jen onto the divan, positioning her arms crossed over her head. The Reverend stepped down from the dais pulled a chain from under the head of the divan and attached it to the two hoops on Jen's wrist cuffs, effectively locking her onto the divan. As he stepped away, Sara lowered herself to her knees at the foot of the divan and grasping both of her mother's ankles, spread her legs to hang off of each side. Then Sara, with a brief glance up at Mister Gabe, who was nodding slowly, bent down, placing her nose at the top of Jen's slit. To my utter disbelief, Sara then started to lick her mother's twat, dragging her tongue up and down both pussy lips. She did this for a few moments causing my wife to start moaning and slowly buck her hips up into her daughter's face. Eventually Mister Gabe murmured, "that is enough my step-daughter, thank you."

Mister Gabe then knelt upon the divan and grabbing both of my wife's thighs, hoisted her ass off of the cushion. Sara, who had scrambled out of his way, bent in from the side and grasped Mister Gabe's cock, holding it steady at the entrance to my wife's womb. We could all hear Mister Gabe, "now that you are mine, woman, I will make you truly mine. After this you will never want another although I will allow many to use you. After this you will say "no" to only one man - David Dane." With that final statement hammering a nail into my brain, he drove his hips forward, guided by my daughter's hand, and sank fully half of his huge weapon into my Jennifer. 

She screamed. I heard her cry 'no!', but it was far too late. Withdrawing a bit as Sara pulled her hand out of the way and stood clear, Mister Gabe allowed himself to fall forward using his full weight to drive his full length into Jennifer in one motion. She screamed. And she screamed. I was on my feet but found that Steph was standing in front of me with both hands on my chest pushing me back. "C" was gripping one arm also pulling at me. Sara was standing at her mother's side, her hands gripped in horror in front of her face.

As Mister Gabe rammed himself over and over into my wife, the Reverend knelt down at her head and pushed down on her shoulders to hold her in place for the massive tool being used upon her. 

It continued. Mister Gabe did not seem to tire. Five minutes, ten, twenty minutes of my wife being raped ensued. Eventually though, we could all tell that the tenor of my wife's screams had changed. As her breathing turned to quick gasps, her voice turned to groans and moans. Eventually we could all tell that the pain of the assault had turned to pleasure, and based upon the noises coming from her, extreme pleasure.

I was sitting again. Steph had placed herself in my lap and pulled my hand up to place it upon her breast. "C" was likewise sitting on Brock's lap, but keeping an eye on me as he started to paw her. Sara had stepped back, and both the Reverend and Drew were at her side, drawing their hands up and down her eighteen year old body. I could see Drew undo the string at her shoulder as the Reverend did likewise at her waist. In a moment they pulled her gown from her, leaving her nude and panting as they all watched Mister Gabe turn my wife insensate. 

Finally it came to an end. Mister Gabe reared up over my wife, her legs locked over his shoulders and around his neck, and with a final deep stab into her depths he released, roaring. My wife joined him, her whole body clenching around the massive cock buried deep within her. We could see his ass clench as he came in her. Once, twice, three times before he pulled from her and continued to spray his cum all over her body - coating and marking her as his own.

Gently he disengaged Jen's legs from him, and placed them hanging off of each side of the divan. He arose, standing away from the end leaving her splayed and used, open to the world. My wife. My Jennifer. He took a great big breath, and then spoke, "now, everybody may dance."

Stephanie turned in my lap, pushing my shirt open as she did. As she slid to her knees between mine I saw that the Drew had pulled Sara over to the other divan. He lay her down on it and stood while he discarded his shirt and pants. He was almost as big as his father. Quickly he knelt on the divan, one leg on either side of Sara's chest and he bent down offering his cock to her mouth. 

I could also see the Reverend taking his clothes off, and in the other direction "C" was removing Brock's pants.

By now Steph had me naked, and she claimed my full attention by licking my cock from balls to head. She grinned at me..."I love my Father's weddings." Her mouth formed an 'O' and she drove herself down onto my cock. Stephanie was an excellent cock-sucker. She quickly had me at the boiling point, but stopped as soon as she knew I was there, standing quickly and shedding the remains of her dress. She pushed me back against the couch and then straddled me. Taking my cock firmly in hand, she positioned herself and drove herself down onto me. I gasped as her cunt enveloped me. Hot!

For a span I lost all track of time. I have impressions of seeing the Reverend leaning over Jen's face pushing his meat into her mouth. Sara was bent doggie style over her divan with Drew pumping his cock into her cunt from behind. Brock had "C" bent backwards over the back of the couch beside me, eating his own cum from her slit. And I was driving myself over and over into the little pregnant brown daughter of the new owner of my wife. I boiled, and given the tension of the event leading up to this moment, I did not last very long. I came into this little vixen as she tried to chew the nipples from my chest. I came into her as I pushed her back with one hand choking her neck and the other slapping her breasts from side to side as she screamed 'yes!' at me. I came and came, and came.

Exhausted, she remained impaled upon my still hard dick and cuddled up softly against me. We continued to watch the action around us. I could see Mister Gabe feeding his cock slowly into Sara's mouth, and Drew kneeling between my wife's thighs, thrusting into her. Steph whispered, "you had such a nice wife, Mister Dane. My Father will really like using her. He'll really like impregnating her. Are you excited?", and she looked into my eyes as she stated this.

"Huh? What do you mean, " I asked.

"Father likes to impregnate his white wives. He likes making brown babies like me," she grinned, and ground herself around my cock again.

"He won't this time," I muttered quietly to myself.

Eventually, we were all worn out. Mister Gabe unshackled my wife's wrists from the divan and gently lifted her in his arms. ""C"", he called, and she slowly pulled herself from Brock's still testing fingers, and bending to retrieve something from below the couch she ran to Mister Gabe, handing him the object. He unfurled it, revealing it to be a leash, which he then clipped onto the collar around my wife's neck. The he said to "C", "bring the car around front please, it is time to depart on our honeymoon." He turned slowly to everyone, "thank you all for enjoying this time with me and my woman. I'm sure that we'll see each other, and enjoy each other soon," and with a grin, looking at my daughter, "and next time I'll put my prick into your cunt step-daughter." With that he turned, and leading my wife on her leash, he went into his side of the house.

Drew, Steph and the Reverend all came to shake my hand, and then left to the house.

Brock looked shocked, and after a glance at his fiancée, my daughter, he headed in to our side of the house.

Sara came over to me, pulling her dress on as she did, and looked deeply into my eyes. "It will be all right Daddy. She loves you, and so do I." 

I gathered my clothes and re-dressed. Then we headed through the house out to the front balcony. We didn't feel comfortable going out to the driveway dressed as we were though we could see that Brock must have as his car was already gone. We stood there for a few moments and then were joined by the fully dressed (in street clothes) Reverend, Drew and Steph. We stood at the rail as Mister Gabe left his side of the house with my wife in his arms. While he was in a suit, we could all see that Jen was still only wearing her collar and cuffs. It appeared that the leash that was still attached to her collar had also been used to bind her cuffed wrists tightly behind her back. He folded her into the back seat and then climbed in himself. "C", who I had presumed was driving, came running out to throw a bag into the front seat and then scooted back across the lawn to join the rest of us. She had thrown a robe over her nudity.

We all started waving as the car backed out of the driveway and turned in the cul-de-sac. Finally it drove away.

My wife. Jennifer. I gave her away to our black next door neighbour. And now she was gone with him...on their honeymoon. The voice in my head was getting louder as it screamed at me.

Everybody looked at each other. Kisses and handshakes were exchanged. The Reverend, Steph and Drew departed. "C" told us she would put the patio back in order. She also said that the workers would be here tomorrow morning for the alterations and installations, and then she left. I didn't know what she was talking about, but then, I hadn't read any of the paperwork that she had given me.

Sara looked at me, and took my hands in hers. Up on her toes she gave me a deep tongue twirling kiss. Then, still holding my hand, she pulled me into our house.



Mister Gabe Ch. 03



©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved

I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. This chapter has a scene deleted at the behest of the webmaster. Here now is the revised version of the Mister Gabe tale.

All characters are 18 or over before involvement in sexual activity. 

The Honeymoon -- Sunday

The next morning, Sunday, I woke to an aching head, a mild hangover from all of that wine "C" had forced on me yesterday. I looked over at the empty bed beside me. Sara had left me at the top of the stairs and gone to her own room last night, murmuring something about being sore from all the pounding that Drew had given her. I hadn't been in any state to really understand what she was talking about at the time, but as I lay there I came to realize that not only had my wife been raped and taken from me yesterday, my own eighteen year old daughter had also been fucked. Mister Gabe and his son had double teamed her. Mister Gabe had also predicted that he was going to fuck my daughter when he got back from the honeymoon. Silently I resolved to myself that I may have given him my wife, but I was not going to give him my daughter too. 

The house was eerily silent with Jen and the kids gone.

I got up and did my bathroom stuff, including taking a couple of aspirin for the headache. Then, pulling on my robe I headed downstairs. After a stop at the coffee maker, I opened the patio door to head out and view the scene of the crime. Now, after the fact, I didn't have the relatively easy acceptance of what had happened that had overpowered my objections yesterday. Why had I accepted it? I could feel jealousy, anger, hurt and depression taking turns at me. I had given my wife away to our black neighbor. How could I ever reconcile that? Yes, Jen had been very clear that it was what she wanted to happen, although I couldn't understand that either. But still, why hadn't I just refused? 

While I waited for the coffee to be ready I had seen a folded note left on the table so I picked it up. Stepping outside with the coffee, I paused to read it. Sara had written that she really needed to be with Brock today and hoped that I didn't mind -- she would be home later this evening. Fine. Brock had been ambushed by events over the last week as well, and as Sara's fiancé I'm sure that he couldn't have been happy seeing Mister G's son pound her as he had during the "dancing" after the ceremony. Yes, my daughter needed to spend some time with her man. Her 'other' man I thought to myself. 

I put the note into my robe pocket and then observed that the patio had already been largely put back to its normal state. A movement to my right caught my eye and I saw "C" emerging from Mister Gabe's patio door. She was wearing a dressing gown as well. It was a long flowing white cotton garment, tied at the waist, that hid the charms that I knew she had, but only in such a way as to tempt the imagination. It was "long" in comparison to the diaphanous gown that I had seen her in a few times before, but still only came down to her knees exposing her very well formed calves. The brisk morning air quickly turned on her headlights as well, her nipples creating perfectly tantalizing tents as she strode out into the patio. 

I cleared my throat and rasped "hello" to her. She stopped and turned to me. "C"'s expression caught me by surprise -- a kind of wistful, sympathetic look -- as she hesitatingly approached me. "How are you doing Mister Dane?" she asked.

"Call me Dave, "C"," I responded while pulling my eyes up to hers. "I don't know how to answer that."

She arrived right in front of me, and placing her hands on my upper arms leaned up and brushed her lips across mine. It was a friendly kiss, followed by a sad smile. "Alright Dave, but only when Mister Gabe and his wife are not around." I blinked at that...'his' wife? She took a deep breath, "it will be alright. Eventually. For now you just have to accept things, and remember what you agreed to."

This caused me to frown, "agreed to? You mean in addition to letting Jennifer go to him?"

"Yes," "C" responded, "the list that I gave you two days ago...that you agreed to." I could see her remembering yesterday as she said, "don't tell me that you didn't read that either? Oh, Dave! Do you know where it is?"

I thought for a moment. "Yup, follow me," and I turned back into my house. "C" followed as I made the trek through the kitchen and dining room to my office at the front of the house. We entered, and there, right where I had left them, were the two documents that "C" had given me. She scooted in front of me and grabbed them. She quickly discarded one murmuring "we won't need that one any longer", obviously referring to the ceremony instructions that I had not read, and then handed me the other.

It was a single sheet of expensive, letter-sized vellum with a watermark embedded that I could see said "Gabriel". I read...

Terms of Agreement

Gabriel Black and David Dane

June 17, 2011, continuing to a date to be determined later by Gabriel Black.

David Dane has released his wife, Jennifer Dane, from her marriage vows to him, and voluntarily given Jennifer Dane to Gabriel Black. Gabriel Black has taken ownership of Jennifer Dane, as his own wife, and will retain ownership until such time as he, and he alone, determines to alter this agreement.

During the tenure of Jennifer Dane's ownership by and marriage to Gabriel Black she will:

- Retain the use of her existing name for public consumption (at work, with her family, and during those occasions in which she publicly continues the pretense of remaining married to David Dane).

- Continue to officially reside in the residence owned by David Dane

- Continue to be supported, as necessary, financially, socially, and emotionally by David Dane

- Substantively continue her role as mother to her children

- Publically support David Dane's employment

- Otherwise do exactly as her new owner and husband, Gabriel Black, demands of her. Whatever, whenever, with whomever. 

- Accept training from Gabriel Black, and others that he may designate from time to time, in the activities and expertise expected of a slut whore wife, and further, accept fully any and all forms of punishment deemed necessary from time to time by Gabriel Black, or others that he may designate from time to time, for failure to adequately:

o Respond to instruction

o Learn skills

o For any other reason whatsoever as determined by Gabriel Black

- Jennifer Dane will immediately comply with any request put to her by a male. To be clear, Jennifer Dane will say "yes", always, and then act upon her concurrence to any request.

- Actively work to enable Gabriel Black's eventual ownership of her daughter, Sara Dane.

- Actively work to enable Gabriel Black's eventual ownership of her daughter, Molly Dane, when Molly Dane becomes eighteen years of age.

- Become impregnated with Gabriel Black's child as soon as possible, and if that child (or children) is (are) female, actively work to enable their eventual ownership by Gabriel Black when they become eighteen years of age.

During the tenure of Jennifer Dane's ownership by and marriage to Gabriel Black she will not:

- In any way, shape, form, or intent, allow sexual contact with David Dane. To be clear, David Dane is the only person that Jennifer Dane must say "no" to with regards to any form of sexual contact. Any other requests of her by David Dane must be approved by Gabriel Black prior to her consent.

- Disclose to any one, or any entity, the nature of her new relationship with Gabriel Black and David Dane, except as required by Gabriel Black.

- Put anyone's needs of her before those of Gabriel Black's. The only exceptions to this requirement are the needs incumbent upon her as the mother of Mike and Molly Dane. Children come first. To be clear, her daughter Sara Dane is not considered a child.

Further David Dane consents to:

- the installation, at Gabriel Black's expense, of a secure, discreet, interior door connecting Gabriel Black's and Jennifer Dane's bedrooms

- the modification, at Gabriel Black's expense and direction, of furniture and fixtures in Jennifer Dane's bedroom

- the installation, at Gabriel Black's expense, of discreet audio/video monitoring equipment throughout David Dane's house and grounds, the only exceptions being the childrens' bedrooms and bathroom.

David Dane agrees fully to the requirements of this agreement, as set out above, by the act of giving Jennifer Dane to Gabriel Black on June 18, 2011.

No signature is required.

I read it again. And then I read it again. I was stunned. Sara, and Molly too? A baby, or more than one? All the rest of it? My eyes lifted from the paper to "C"'s, "Jennifer agreed to all of this?" I whispered.

"C" actually stuttered, "she...she didn't have to. You did. You had her and you took your wedding ring off of her finger, and then she threw it away. You rejected Mrs. Dane, gave her away." She again grasped my arms and moaned, "oh David, how could you not have read this?"

My stunned state was quickly evaporating in an overpowering rage, "this is fucking bullshit!" I exploded as I threw the offending paper back onto my desk. I grabbed "C" by the shoulders and shook her, hard. Even in my state I noticed her robe come open. Just as suddenly I stopped and after a moment whispered, "Jen's wedding ring! I have to go find it." I roughly pushed "C" to the side and ran for the patio door. The last I had seen of the ring was it being thrown out onto the patio.

"Wait," cried "C" from behind me, and I could hear her feet slapping on the tile as she ran through the kitchen behind me.

Outside I went to the spot where I had given Jen away and then turned in the direction that I thought that she had thrown the ring. My mind had been fogged yesterday, and my senses had been overwhelmed, but I was pretty sure it had been cast into the shrubs near the pool. I scrambled that way and dropped to my knees to start looking. Behind me I was aware that "C" had gone to the patio bar, and was now approaching me. "David. Mister Dane, here, please have a drink of this and try to calm down." I ignored her as I pawed under the shrubbery. I felt her hand grip my shoulder and pull me around to face her. She thrust one of those oversized wine glasses in at me, full of Mister Gabe's vintage. "Drink this!" she demanded.

"Fuck!" I exploded once again, "I'm not drinking any of your fucking wine!" and I smashed the glass from her hand causing it to shatter against the patio blocks, casting wine over everything. "C" backed away from my violence, grasping her robe closed in front of her, her eyes wide as she contemplated the rage on my face. I turned back to my search but was aware that "C" was running back into Mister Gabe's side of the house.

It was ten minutes...I don't know for sure. I had searched the shrubs and couldn't find the ring and now found myself standing, staring into the pool. Wondering if it had gone in there and what I would have to do to drag the bottom to find it. My emotions were on a roller coaster now diving into depression again as I contemplated the loss of my wife. I heard the patio door open and then "C" approaching. I turned to look at her and noted that she had a cup of something in her hand. Tentatively she asked, "Mister Dane, I made some tea for you. Would you please drink it? It is made from Mister Gabe's special herbs and will calm you."

I shook my head, "no. Thanks "C", but I don't want anything from Mister Gabe." My lips twisted to a lopsided grin and I said, "it seems that when I drink his stuff I lose all control." I paused as my statement sunk in. I was just on the edge of a thought, but couldn't quite grasp it as "C" stepped closer.

"C" held the tea up to me, "drink it. You'll feel better."

I took the tea and then immediately set it down on the table, "no" as I again thought about all of Mister Gabe's wine that I had been drinking.

"C" stepped in close, undoing her robe as she did. She pulled the sides apart, exposing her breasts, belly and shaven pussy to me. "I can make you feel better Dave." She pulled me into an embrace against her nakedness, and grasping my ears, pulled my lips down to hers. Our lips parted and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. After a moment I found myself responding, and returning the kiss. She pulled back slightly, and whispered, "you needn't worry about the ring, Dave. I picked it up last night."

Startled, with my hands again on her shoulders I pushed her back and excitedly asked, "where is it?" Then I demanded, "give it to me!"

Her face altered from the wistful expression of a moment before as her eyes widened, "I can't do that Dave. Mister Gabe...I mean...I put it in a safe place."

Again, instantly and uncontrollably, my rage took over and I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face violently. "I don't give a fuck about 'Mister Gabe'," I sneered, "give me my wife's ring."

"C" was sobbing now, the imprint of my slap on her cheek as she shook her head, "I...I..I can't". And I hit her again, twice, back and forth across the face. Suddenly she twisted in my grip, breaking loose, and turned to run towards the house. She caught me off guard so had a bit of a lead, but I started to sprint after her. "C" flung open the patio door to Mister Gabe's side of the house, and ran inside with me right behind her. I could hear her sobs as she ran. Mister Gabe's house was a mirror of mine and so as "C" ran through the kitchen I knew she was heading for the stairs. She tipped a dining room chair in front of me causing me to slow going around it. She was half way up the stairs before I got to the bottom. At the top "C" turned towards what, in our house, would be the kid's rooms, and with a burst of speed ran to a doorway down the hall. That is where I caught her, for a moment. I grabbed at her long raven-coloured hair and missed, coming up with a fistful of her robe. I ripped at it as she spun to enter the room that she had just arrived at. As she spun in my grip, the robe came off of her shoulder. "C" threw a punch at me which I avoided and she jumped into the room. I still had a hold of the robe which was now being pulled wide open exposing her flushed and beautiful body to my maddened eyes. With a violent twist she pulled free of the robe and spun to close the door in my face, but, without thinking about it, I punched at her, hitting her squarely in the left tit...smack dead center on her nipple...causing her to cry out and fall back into the room, clutching at the wounded tit.

I stepped menacingly into the room, staring at her and growling, "where the fuck is the ring?" "C" scrambled back into the room, on her back, whimpering as I towered over her.

...and I paused, looking slowly around the room that I had just stepped into. In our house this would be Molly's room, situated next to Mike's, separated by a shared bathroom. Mister Gabe had obviously converted the space into something totally different, using up the space for both bedrooms and the bath in the process. I've been around for a while, and seen some movies, and read some books, so I knew what I was looking at. I was now standing in Mister Gabe's dungeon! The walls were extraordinarily thick -- the cork board that Mike had told me about. Spaced around the walls were whips and paddles, canes, and chains. Along one side was a huge X made of timbers with manacles on each end point. There was what appeared to be a hangman's post with a rope gibbet suspended below it, ready for use. Attached to the ceiling was a grid work of metal rods with various restraints hanging from it. There was a saw horse, and a padded bench, and various sizes of wooden chests scattered about. In the middle of the room was a huge four post bed covered in what looked like leather. 

My brain tried to assimilate what my eyes were observing. Finally I looked down on the raven-haired beauty lying whimpering on the ground at my feet. "What the fuck is this place?" I demanded.

"C" slowly gained control of her breathing, "this is Master's personal room."

Not to be distracted from my purpose, I crouched down over "C" and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, shaking her head, and then slamming it into the floor which I noted was also covered in the same cork that was all over the walls. A distant part of me observed that with the door closed very little sound would escape this room. "Where is my wife's ring?" I demanded again. She simply shook her head from side to side, noiselessly mouthing 'no'. My rage flared and I slapped her again across the face. Then I used her hair to drag her across to the X. One hand still in her hair, I dug three fingers from my other hand into her cunt to gain a purchase and lifted her up bodily. "C" shrieked. I held her in the air a moment, and then brutally slammed her against the X. Quickly I shackled her arms above her head, in the conveniently placed manacles, and then forced her legs apart and secured her ankles to the manacles below. "C" was screaming "no". I turned and went back to the door which still hung open behind us, and slammed it shut. Turning menacingly back to "C" I growled, "I suspect that with that closed, no one will hear you, so until you tell me what I want to know, you can go ahead and scream your lungs out."

Now I am your average, normal law abiding man, a father and a husband. I had never struck a woman before in my life, and I certainly had never contemplated what I was contemplating now. But during this last couple of weeks I had been turned on my head. I had fucked my daughter, and watched my prospective son slam his cock into my wife's mouth. Yesterday I had held my Jennifer's head as our black neighbor had pounded his massive meat into her mouth, and watched as he then forcefully took her bound form in front of me while I fucked his pregnant daughter -- pregnant with his own child. I was totally messed up, and totally beyond any 'normal' boundaries.

I gazed around the room, taking in the instruments of torment hanging on the walls until my eyes stopped at a whip. Quickly I strode to it and picking it up, swished it through the air as I returned to stand in front of "C". "Where is the ring?" I demanded once more. She continued to cry and shake her head in denial.

Without further thought I swung the whip at her striking her across the belly, immediately raising a cruel looking red mark. She screamed. Again I hit her, across the thighs. She screamed. Again and again, and again I hit her with that whip. When I connected with her nipples her screams turned blood curdling and I realized that my cock had become an iron hard rod that my own robe was no longer containing -- standing proudly out in front of me and swinging in time with my arm as I struck the woman in front of me. I dropped the whip and tore my robe off, stepping up to "C". First I slammed my right fist into her belly, forcing all breath from her body. Then, in quick progression I rabbit punched her with both fists, pounding into her belly, her tits, her belly. Over and over. I didn't let her catch her breath and her screams died to whimpers. Then I cruelly twisted a length of her hair in my left hand and used my right to line my prick up to her gapping cunt lips. Amazingly I could see a trail of "C"'s own juices running down her legs. Without thought I rammed myself into her sinking all eight inches to the hilt in one mindless thrust.

Her head was still shaking wildly in denial to my repeated demands about the location of Jen's ring. In time with my violent thrusts into her body, I continued to punch her body and slap her face. My closed fist slammed into her tits, and her belly. My violence seemed to know no bounds. My rage was enormous and could not be controlled. After an eternity of beating this women, while madly fucking her at the same time, I moved both hands up to grasp her wrists where they were manacled above her head and then just proceeded to drive myself into her. Finally I sensed that she had been cumming, repeatedly, and that her moans of denial had turned to screams of passion and affirmation. Her 'no's' had changed to something else.




Mister Gabe Ch. 03



"Yes!" she cried over and over, "yes, master, fuck your slave. Beat me. Use me. Fuck me. I'll do whatever you want!"

I became a piston, slamming into her, again and again until finally I was driven over the edge. As she screamed in my ear, I erupted into her cunt, cumming in endless ropes of semen driven deep into the woman. 

Finally I was done. I let my hands trail down her bound arms to her shoulders and then to take a grip in her hair, twisting her face up to mine, forcing her to look into my eyes. I hadn't forgotten what this was about. "Where is Jennifer's wedding ring."

I was almost surprised by her quiet answer, spoken through the sobs that still came from her lovely abused mouth. I could see the split lip and blood trickling slowly from her nose. She whispered, "I will show you Master."

I nodded and quickly undid her restraints. She fell into my arms and picking her up I carried her to the padded bench at the foot of the bed. Placing her there I stood and waited. "C" groaned as she looked up at me. I could see the whip marks across her body, and there was already evidence of bruising along her ribs and belly from where I had punched her. Tentatively, she reached slowly for my spent penis and pulled me closer. Leaning forward, she took me into her mouth and twirling her tongue she expertly cleaned all of the juices. Next she used her hair to dry me, and settled back onto the bench. As she did this the enormity of what I had just done to her slowly replaced my rage. I sank to me knees in front of her, ""C", I am sorry." 

But she hushed me, "David, it is ok. We didn't think you could do this. I am used to it. You see, I am Mister Gabe's slave, and whenever he feels the need, he uses me like this," and she slowly swept her arm about, encompassing the room. "I don't think there is any permanent damage, and you didn't approach my safe word limits." Again she paused to draw a deep breath and hugging herself she continued, "Mister Dane, if you look behind you to the left of the doorway you will see a plaque. Go there."

I rose, turned and slowly walked over to where she had directed. On the wall I could see a two foot by two foot plaque of darkly stained wood. On it, arranged in five columns were five rows of silver nails. Upon the first sixteen were rings. They were wedding bands. Some were simple gold bands, while others ran the spectrum from tiny stones to large diamonds. Below each ring was a small nameplate -- Alicia, Debra, Antonia, and others. Beside most of the carved names were embedded one or more small gems. I could see that most of the nameplates were a green stone into which the name had been carved, but I could see that there were three names carved into a red stone. The third ring, under which was a red stone said "Alicia". Farther down, and I counted, number twelve, was a nameplate on red stone that said "Cynthia", which did not have a gemstone embedded. Finally, at the bottom, I read "Jennifer", also on a red stone nameplate without a gemstone. As I plucked Jen's wedding ring from the plaque I called over my shoulder, "why are all of these here?" I turned and looked across the room at Cynthia, "C", and continued, "and why the different colours?"

"C" scooted herself back from the bench onto the bed until she was sitting in the middle of it, and then patted the space beside her indicating that I was to join her there. I wrapped my fist tightly around Jen's ring, and strolled back to "C", crawling up onto the bed beside her. She reclined back, groaning slightly as she did, and pulled me down to lie beside her. "Dave, I will tell you." She began, "Mister Gabe has been taking wives for a long time -- more than twenty years. Each of those wedding bands belonged to a woman whose husband gave her to Mister Gabe. While he owns the lady, he also determines whether the husband deserves to get her back eventually. Most do. Some do not," and her mouth turned downward into a sad up-side-down smile.

She continued, "the green stones indicate that the woman was returned to her previous husband. The red stones indicate those that remain wives of Mister Gabe. The gemstones on the nameplates indicate the number of girls that Mister Gabe has fathered on them."

"uhh," I started, "are you the Cynthia? And Alicia, she is still Mister Gabe's wife as well? What do you mean that he didn't 'return' them?"

"Yes, I am 'the' Cynthia. Alicia's ex-husband was the first that didn't get her back. I've never met him, but Alicia has told me that he became more of a submissive to Mister Gabe's direction than anyone expected and that Mister Gabe just felt Alicia could no longer live with him. She is in her fifties now and lives at Mister Gabe's estate in California. We see her whenever we go out there, or whenever Mister Gabe has her come to us. She is a lovely woman." "C" paused to breathe, and leaned over on her elbow to kiss me softly. At the same time her left hand descended between us to grasp my deflated prick, to start to gently tug on it. "My ex, Jerry, turned out to be like Alicia's ex. He just kept drinking the tea, and doing whatever Mister Gabe told him. It has been a couple of years since I've seen him now."

"Don't you miss him?" I asked, "and you don't have a gemstone. That means he hasn't fathered a child on you Cynthia?"

"Sometimes I do, yes. He was the love of my life, tender and sweet. But Mister Gabe has replaced him in my heart, and filled needs that I didn't know that I had with Jerry. And no, we found out that I could not have children -- much to both of our dismay. But Mister Gabe has been very sweet about it, and we've both come to terms with it."

"Now David, you have to put the ring back on the plaque. You shouldn't be in this room, and I know that I shouldn't have told you all that I have. I'll have to tell Mister Gabe about today and he will not be happy. I know he will punish me, and he will probably punish Jen as well."

I started to growl but "C" deflected me by bending at the waist and leaning down to take my now stiff prick into her warm mouth. "Cynthia, I will not give this ring back. And you have to know that Jennifer is not going to allow Black to father a child on her. That was part of my agreement with her when I allowed all of this to happen."

She abruptly stopped sucking on me and levered herself up to look intently into my eyes. "That will cause problems Dave. Big problems. Fuck!" I was surprised to hear come from her mouth. She stood from the bed, "Mister Dane, I think we better get out of here. You go home now." And we were done. I got out of bed, grabbed my robe, and headed home. Just like that we went from me beating her, to a soft conversation, to me getting kicked out.

As I was leaving "C" called to me, "the workmen will be here tomorrow for the door and the AV." I just nodded and left.

The Honeymoon -- Monday

Sara hadn't come home last night, but she had called to let me know that both she and Brock were coming to terms with things, and that they were 'ok'. She said that she'd be home Monday or Tuesday.

I had spent the rest of Sunday moping around the house.

This morning I had been awoken by "C", dressed in her business suit, pushing me to get out of bed saying the workers had arrived and I needed to get out of the bedroom. I went downstairs to find that she had made me some breakfast, so after eating that I headed out for a day lounging by the pool.

Through the day I could hear thumps and bangs emanating from my bedroom, and from time to time I could see "C", or workmen, or both moving with a purpose through my house -- often times on the balcony that comes off of my bedroom and looks over the patio.

Lunchtime came and went with the morning coffee turning into afternoon beer, but no food as I just didn't have the urge to get anything to eat. I snoozed, and I drank more beer as my mind continued to turn over and over about the events of the last few days, and the information that "C" had imparted to me. Late in the afternoon I was awoken, again by "C", who was now in her diaphanous robe, cinched at the waist. "David, you have to eat. I have some food over here on the table. But first you need to come with me," and she turned away, swaying her delectable derriere in my face as she strolled to the patio door. "Sara called, and said she would be home tomorrow and that she is bringing a friend over for some time in the pool. Somebody named Erin?" "C" then led the way into my house. She paused in each room pointing out the very discreet cameras mounted in the ceiling or on walls. I surmised, as I saw them all, that they must cover every room, from every angle.

"C" continued the tour upstairs, still showing me the cameras and noting that there were also microphones hidden as well -- and pointed a couple out to me. She showed me the cameras in Sara's room and affirmed that there were not any in either Mike's or Molly's rooms. She explained that all cameras were connected to a 'system' in Mister Gabe's 'control room'. They were all motion activated and everything was continually recorded for Mister Gabe's viewing pleasure whenever he wanted to.

I nodded thoughtfully as "C" finally led me into my bedroom. Instantly I could see the changes in here. Our four poster bed had hooks attached at about the seven foot level of each post. There were additional mirrors attached to the 'roof' of the bed, the middle of which also contained a sturdy looking hook arrangement. "C" assured me that my bedroom was also fully wired. She pulled me down into the middle of my bed, and pushed me to lie on my back. She pulled her robe off and lay on her back. Looking up I could clearly see us, lying beside each other, in the new mirror above. I could see her perfect nude body -- perfect except for the welts and bruises that I had placed there yesterday. I could feel myself hardening as I watched her tiny hand reach over to my shorts and slowly pull the zipper down. I watched as she delicately freed my cock from its restraint and then slowly started to jack me. Reluctantly I raised my eyes to the reflection of hers in the mirror and caught her grinning broadly at me. "See, David. Can you imagine watching yourself as you plow into your daughter's tight cunt, or watch your cock sink deep into her throat? Or, maybe, fuck her virginal ass?"

I groaned. Suddenly, with a giggle, "C" stopped everything, leaping from the bed and dragging at my hand, "I have something else that you need to see Dave."

I allowed myself to be pulled upward, and as I struggled one-handed to stuff myself into my clothes again, she pulled me into my walk-in closet. At first glance I couldn't see anything different. Then "C" dropped my hand and moved to the back of the closet. A key appeared in her hand and I could see her insert it into a very cleverly disguised lock. Twisting the key, a door appeared to open directly from the wall. "C" turned to me as the door opened fully, revealing a mirror image of my walk-in closet...I was looking into Mister Gabe's house! "This gives Mister Gabe unlimited access to your house. You cannot lock the door from this side, but it is always locked from the other. Jennifer will get a key. Your family -- especially your children -- will always see Jennifer 'go to bed' with you, as they should. But once she is in your bedroom with the door closed, either she will go through here to her husband -- Mister Gabe -- or,...sometimes," and "C" paused and actually seemed to blush just a little bit, but sounded almost solemn when she continued "sometimes Mister Gabe prefers to take his wife in the same bed that her ex-husband," and she was pointing at me, "that her ex-husband is sleeping in."

She firmly closed the door and I noticed that it was soundless. She turned to me and offered me the key, "David, you must never tell anyone, not Jen or anyone, that I have given you a key. And I am not suggesting that you use it. This is 'just in case'. Mister Gabe never gives 'the husband' unfettered access, or any other type of 'control' over the situation. If he ever found out I would be in very, very big trouble." She paused, putting the key into my hand, and leaned up to press her still naked body to mine and kissed me. Deeply. "I very much like you Mister Dane, and you have to know that I will help you adjust."

She grabbed my hand again, which had been caressing her breast, and pulling me towards the door, "now, let's go back outside and enjoy the food I set out."

At the bottom of the stairs, I took control and pulled her to my office. "Cynthia, you will have to call the workers back tomorrow. I've decided that there will have to be a couple of changes." Her brow furrowed as she looked up into my face. "First, all of the cameras must be removed from my office. Just as Mister Gabe has 'his' room, this is mine. He doesn't get to see into here. He doesn't get to come in here. Ever. I will tell him that, but the cameras and mic's go tomorrow." I paused for a breath. "Secondly, you must have a feed hooked into my computer here in the office. It must be the exact same feed that Mister Gabe has. I have to be able to see everything he gets to see. That is non-negotiable. If he refuses, then it all comes out. If he continues to refuse, I sue him. And, I will prevent Jen from going to him. It is as simple as that."

"C" continued to contemplate me for a moment, and then murmured softly, "you are certainly a different one Mister Dane. I will talk with Mister Gabe tonight and get his permission for these changes. I hope that it isn't too much of a problem. Now. Let us go eat."

I nodded and walked with "C" out to the table on the patio. Without thought I wrapped her in my arms from behind, allowing one hand to part her cover-up and grasp her right breast, while the other drifted south to hook a finger in between her pussy lips. She simply acquiesced and moaned as she turned her lips into a passionate kiss with me. My grasp tightened on her tit and turned her moan into a groan. Opening my eyes I could see the still livid marks of my beating upon her body. "It's ok" she murmured, "take me now please." 

So I did. I carried her to the couch, and laid her down upon it. I got on the couch, placing my knees on either side of her hips and bent down over her. My lips touched hers and I gently nibbled at her lips, nose and eyes, eventually turning her head from side to side placing tender kisses and nips on her ears and neck. "C" moaned softly. Sitting up, I gently peeled her cover up away from her body, exposing her chest. I shuffled back on the couch so that I was kneeling over her feet and again bent over her, this time my target being her breasts. Being careful of the bruising that I had bestowed upon them yesterday, I returned to soft kisses and nips, culminating with me holding each breast softly in a hand and sucking on first one then the other. 

"C" was squirming below me and moaning soft encouragements. Again I repositioned myself, pulling the cover up fully away from her body, exposing her completely. I had fucked her before, and she had sucked me a few times, so it was time to return that favour. With my lower body off of the couch I bent over her nether lips and blew softly on the wetness there. With the tip of my tongue, I pried her open and softly dragged my tongue up and down her opening. I could feel her lips part and spread before me. Her moans turned to groans and she placed her hands on my head, gently pulling me upward. I turned my attention to her clit, softly swirling my tongue over and around it. I could feel her body start to tighten. With my right hand I pushed two fingers into her opening quickly finding her G spot, and started to rub it in time with my tongue action. My pace quickened as her fingers curled into my hair, holding me in place. Suddenly, her whole body arched and her groans turned to a muted keening...and she came. Quickly I moved my mouth to cover her cunt, dragging my tongue through her over and over, lapping up her nectar. Eventually, her body relaxed, and she pulled me up to lie fully upon her, "David" she softly murmured, "that was wonderful. Something that I haven't experienced in years...not since my husband. Mister Gabe doesn't do 'gentle'. Thank you."

I rose above her, and smoothly entered her wet snatch in one smooth thrust. We spent over twenty minutes making love to each other -- something that I had now done with three women in my lifetime: Jennifer, my wife; Sara, my daughter; and now Cynthia, the 'wife' of the black neighbor who had taken my own lovely wife away on 'their' honeymoon. I poured all of my angst and self-recriminations into slow, passionate love making with "C", and she returned it ten-fold. 

Afterwards we both ate the meal that she had prepared, and then spent much of the evening on the patio couch enjoying the fire that I had lit in the pit. We talked and she shared much of her life before and with Mister Gabe. Before had sounded very similar to Jen's and my story -- childhood sweethearts; her with a semi-secret desire to be commanded and her husband displaying no interest in filling that need. When Mister Gabe came into their lives her conversion to becoming his possession was almost immediate. At first it was just the sex -- so totally different than what she had experienced before -- and she had become consumed with her need for what Mister Gabe offered. Jerry, her husband at the time, agreed to everything that Mister Gabe wanted -- watching him use her often. Eventually they had had a ceremony similar to the one so recently transacted on my own patio, and that was it. She went away with Mister Gabe. The long story turned short as she concluded that she had not been with Jerry since.

Eventually the talk petered out. My phone rang and I could see that it was Molly calling. First she wanted to know why 'mom' wasn't answering her phone. I had to tell her that Jen was out with work friends and probably too busy to hear the phone, but that she was ok. Molly then filled me in on hers, and Mike's week so far. Apparently they were having a great time. She reminded me that they would be home Friday afternoon, and then hung up. As we were talking "C" had kissed me softly on the forehead and then, cleaning everything up, disappeared into Mister Gabe's side of the house mouthing "good night" to me as she left.

I headed in, and up the stairs to my bedroom, taking a call from Sara as I got there. She said that Brock and her were "ok", though there had been some rough patches that they had had to work through. It was all good now. She said that she would be home tomorrow and would be bringing Erin to enjoy the pool for the afternoon -- and asked if maybe she could stay for a 'sleep over'. My daughter giggled as she said that her friend had a 'crush' on me, and was looking forward to seeing me in my bathing suit. I just laughed it off -- Erin had been Sara's best friend ever since we had moved into this neighborhood, and was always trying to catch my eye. I grinned a little as I considered that my daughter...my daughter-lover...still was only eighteen, and still wanted a sleep over with her girlfriend. Maybe she wasn't as 'damaged' by the experiences with Mister Gabe as I was thinking that I was. Of course I consented to the request.

I had finally fallen asleep when my cell phone startled me. Groggily I reached over the bed stand, pulling my phone to me to see who might be calling so late. Smiling at me was a picture of my wife! It was Jen! I quickly hauled myself up in bed, and answered the call, "Jen? What's wrong? Where are you?"

Jennifer whispered back to me, "Dave, what did you do?" I could hear her sobbing as she whispered to me, "he went crazy. What did you do?"

"What are you talking about?" although I had a pretty good idea. "Are you all right?" I repeated to her, becoming very concerned.




Mister Gabe Ch. 03



"Dave" and her sobbing escalated. After a moment she seemed to catch her breath, "he decided to check-in with "C", and then he went ballistic! He broke the table lamp and threw furniture around the apartment...I had to come in here to get out of his way, and hide."

"Why do you think it was something I did?" I had to ask. But I knew. I was sitting in the dark, in my bed, listening to my terrified wife sob into the phone and whispering at me in fear of being overheard by the monster I had given her to. My heart broke. Again. 

"He yelled your name Dave. What did you do?"

So I told her. Everything about the ring, the door, the AV equipment and my demands. And yes, I told her about beating "C". I even told her the things "C" had told me. It took a bit, but during that time, Jen's breathing calmed as she got a hold of her crying.

"He went out while you were talking... I heard him slam the door." She took a deep breath. "Thank you for telling me, my love." She paused again, "David, you have to know that regardless of what "C" told you, I will be coming back to you. I will be yours again. You are the only man I have ever, and will ever 'love'. You do know that, right?" she again whispered the last part to me as I heard the emotion in her voice.

"But" I started, but she over road me.

"Dave, you are mine, and I am yours. You have given me...my body... to Mister Gabe....and I know that I asked you to...but my heart will always be yours. Dave, can you send me the 'agreement' you talked about?"

I was already running down the stairs to my office as I agreed.

In a moment I asked her to wait as I took a picture of the agreement on my phone and then texted it to her. She put me hold for a moment while she pulled up the text and looked at it. I could hear her making small exclamations as she read through it.

"You agreed to all of this David?" she asked.

"No, absolutely none of it!" I exclaimed. ""C" gave it to me, but I didn't read it until yesterday. That thing, and the wedding ring is what set me off." I paused a moment, "you aren't going to do all of that?"

"Dave, you gave me to him. For now I am not married to you. I have to...", she took a breath, "I want to do this if he tells me to."

I was thunderstruck. "You 'want' to? All of it?", I asked in a horrified whisper.

"Nooo,...no, you told me that I couldn't become pregnant. I won't do that, no matter what."

"But what about Sara...and Molly...and the saying 'no' to me...and all of the rest of it?"

Her voice hitched with a sob again as she said, "Dave, my love. My one and forever love. You gave me to him and I have to do what he wants until he gives me back to you. I'll do whatever he wants." 

I interrupted her, "Jen, this is too much. Tell me where you are and I'll come get you, or...just leave. Come home. Right now! I am ordering you to come home right now!"

She paused again and her voice hardened and her whisper disappeared, "David, it is way too fucking late for that. You stripped me of my wedding ring, and held me while Mister Gabe fucked my mouth. You watched while he raped me at that ceremony and did nothing about it. You didn't have to give me away, but you did. Yes, I told you that I wanted you to, but it was your choice. It was also your choice to agree to everything in that agreement -- and I don't god damn care that you claim that you did not read it first! David, you are already fucking our daughter. You can't tell me to do or not do anything anymore while I'm with Mister Gabe." I could hear a door slam in the background. The whisper returned, "Dave, he is back. I'll have to go. Please don't do anything else to make Mister Gabe mad. Please don't." She hung up.

I never did go back to sleep that night. I was stunned, again. This was truly a nightmare. I spent the rest of the night trying to think of a way out of this stupid situation. Jen was obviously under Mister Gabe's spell, and I couldn't think of a way to get her out of it without destroying whatever relationship we may still have...regardless of her repeated declarations of love to me. But, and I swore this to myself, there was absolutely no fucking way that I was going to allow her, or Mister Gabe to get, in any way, either Sara or Molly. So I spent the rest of the night planning.

The Honeymoon -- Tuesday

I was drinking coffee at the kitchen table when I saw "C" walk up to the patio door and start to knock. I met her there, opened it for her and invited her in. "You were going to knock?" I grinned at her. "I thought you just walked right in." Sara and her friend hadn't arrived yet, even though it was already almost noon. I pretty much had my plan worked out.

""C", glad you are here," I said before she could open her mouth. She was dressed in her business suit and had a business expression on her face -- firm and stubborn. "When is my wife going to get back here?" I asked.

She paused in the process of saying something, tilted her head a bit, and said, "your children get home around noon on Friday, Dave, so Mister Gabe and his wife will be back before then. Now," she continued, "in the spirit of the rapport that we have started, I have to tell you that I told Mister Gabe about our encounter." She held up her hand, palm out, to stop me from interrupting. "I told him everything, except about 'us'. He does not know that I...I..." she paused, "I like you David Dane. More than anyone other man since Mister Gabe, and what you and I have done is me 'cheating' on Mister Gabe. I never thought that I would ever do that. I never considered it. But I have done it now. We have. And I don't have any recriminations about it, but it does change the nature of my relationship with both you, and my 'husband'...Mister Gabe." She paused again and gathered herself, "but I did tell him what you did, the fact that you found his room, and everything else. He was very upset."

"He called back today in a much better mood. Mister Gabe has agreed to your changes regarding the AV system, and that work will happen today, but don't you worry, I'll take care of it. You enjoy the day at the pool." She stood up on her toes and kissed me, "don't forget about Sara and Erin."

..................................

Later, I was outside in the blazing sun of the back yard, lying on the couch by the pool. I had on my shorts, and nothing else. There was a beer beside me, but I had fallen asleep for a while and it had grown warm. I heard splashing in the pool, and levered myself up to look that way, over the back of the couch. I could see two female heads -- one obviously Sara -- as they swam and splashed. I took a swig of the warm beer and lay back down, closing my eyes.

At some point later -- I must have fallen asleep again -- I felt the couch beside me compress as someone sat down beside me. I could feel the body bend down over me and hair drape across my face, and then a voice that I recognized from somewhere but couldn't quite place, softly said, "Mister Dane, you are going to be as red as a lobster...let me put some lotion on you sweetie." I kept my eyes closed, thinking that it must be "C", and felt a soft hand gently start to stroke sun block onto my chest. The soft murmurings continued as the hand finished spreading the lotion on my chest, upper arms, and gently on my face. I was grinning, with my eyes still closed, as I felt the hands shift to my legs. I moved my hand up to contact the body administering to me and could feel the soft smooth skin of her back. As she stroked higher on my legs I returned the stroking up her back until I encountered the tie of thin string that was obviously holding on a bikini top. Mentally I was seeing myself smoothly stroking "C"'s back -- and I could feel myself growing hard, pushing against the fabric of my shorts. Her hands lifted from my legs, and with a giggle, I felt her begin to snake her fingers under my waistband. At the same time, I deftly undid her bikini top and then, keeping my eyes closed sat up and with both hands undid the knot at her neck and pulled the top from her.

She giggled again throatily and became a bit more aggressive, using both hands to push my shorts to my knees. My hands were reaching down to get a grip on her breasts as she bent away from me, over my very stiff prick. I heard an "oh my!" followed by a "shhh" from the other couch -- and in a flash it came to me: this wasn't "C"! and where were my daughter and her friend? My hands froze on the back in front of me; my cock entered a warm and inviting mouth...and my eyes flew open to look, in some panic, around me to see what the fuck was happening!

First I stared at the mocha coloured back in front of me. Mocha. Not white, not tanned. 'This is Steph!' I thought to myself. Stephanie -- Mister Gabe's daughter, who I also recalled was just pregnant with Mister Gabe's child! One of her hands was cupping my balls, the other slowly stroking the base of my cock, all the while she had the top part of my cock embedded in her mouth. She was lightly sucking while using her tongue very effectively, swirling slowly around the very sensitive head. I groaned in pleasure.

Next my head and eyes swivelled to the couch across from the one I was on with Steph. On one side of the couch, with a silly grin on her face, was "C". She wasn't in her business suit anymore. She had on one of those diaphanous cover ups over a black bikini -- matching her raven hair. I could still see a yellowing bruise on her left tit from where my fist had connected two days ago. Otherwise, the whip marks seemed to have pretty much faded from view -- although I knew where they were.

On the other end of the couch was Sara, my daughter. She had on a tiny neon-green bikini that displayed to marvelous effect all of her charms. Her beautiful breasts stood high on her chest, with the nipples poking through the little patches of material covering them. Sitting the way she was it was difficult to determine that she was wearing any bottoms although I could see the tie on one hip -- so she was. The expression on her face was one of faint amusement as her eye flicked between Steph blowing me, the shocked look on my face, and the even more priceless look on her friend, Erin, who was sitting between Sara and "C".

Erin is a gorgeous little girl. I say 'little' only because of her physical size -- she had turned 18 recently I recalled, so she was officially a woman regardless of the fact that her appearance led people to believe that she was younger. Erin stood all of five feet high -- maybe -- with proportions to match. She has smaller breasts, nice width to her hips, a tiny and flat belly, and an angelic face framed by copper coloured hair that was cut in a page boy style. Right now she had on the tiniest yellow bikini that I had ever seen. She was sitting between the other two, with her legs spread apart and I now noted that both "C" and Sara each had a hand on one of her thighs -- holding her legs apart, to display the tiny patch of fabric barely concealing the fresh teenage quim within. I had difficulty dragging my eyes up from the camel toe on display -- and could plainly see that there was no bush under that tiny triangle of cloth -- she must be shaved bare. Erin had her hands held in front of her mouth, which was open in astonishment, with her eyes firmly locked on my raging hard that was only partly concealed by Steph's mouth. Her eyes were as wide as a person could have them.

I was totally inarticulate -- couldn't do or say a damn thing, except to groan again as Steph sucked hard for a moment. Then, while maintaining her lip lock on my cock, she moved off of me and the couch, and swiveled me so that I was sitting up with my feet on the floor. She knelt between my knees, still sucking, and removed my shorts from around my ankles and cast them aside. She pushed my knees wide apart, creating maximum room between my legs, and then pushed me to relax back into the cushion behind me.

"C" got off the couch and came to curl up beside me on my right hand side, cuddling into and holding my arm. She took my hand and placed it over her bikini clad cunt and whispered in my ear, "play with me David."

Sara also got up from the couch towing Erin by the hand with her. Sara maneuvered her friend between my legs beside Steph and gently pushed her down to a kneeling position not a foot from my hard cock. Then Sara moved to cuddle up to my left hand side in the same way that "C" was on the right. She also leaned in to me. First she licked at my ear, and started to trace her fingers back and forth across my chest, adding to the shivers radiating through my body from Steph's attentions, and then she whispered, "relax daddy. Erin and I are bff's...I told her some of what has been going on here -- mainly about Brock and me, but some about you and me. She wanted to, no, she begged me to arrange a viewing of your heavenly cock," and she licked my neck. "When "C" and Steph showed up, we had a little confab in the pool and arranged for this viewing." I could hear the smile in her voice.

And then my mind blew even more. Steph pulled herself up so that only her lips were on the very tip of my prick... her tongue continued to swirl. She reached over and gently took Erin's little hand in hers, and pulled the girl that much closer. Then, and I could feel Sara nodding encouragement for her friend, Steph placed Erin's hand on my cock. I could feel her tentative touch firm up as she wrapped her fingers around the base. Her hand was so small that she couldn't quite get completely around my prick.

By now my cock was coated with Steph's saliva, and the remains of the lotion that had been on her hand. Steph placed her hand over Erin's and began guiding it up and down my shaft. My blood was boiling and senses on overload. I didn't notice "C" lean away to reach over the side of the couch for something. I heard Sara, between her continuing light kisses on my neck, murmur to her friend "go ahead Erin...it is what you've been telling me you want to do for ages. Besides, everyone else here has." 

Steph let go of Erin's hand, and the little girl continued to gently stroke me up and down. Then Steph lifted herself up off of my cock, and put her hand in Erin's hair, pulling her slowly in closer. We could all hear Erin softly mewling as her lips were pulled closer and closer. Erin's eyes pulled away from my prick and glanced up at my daughter, and then her eyes locked on mine...they were still wide in astonishment at what was going on. Steph, with one hand in her hair, held Erin's mouth an inch from my cock, and shifting to be kneeling behind the girl, moved her other hand down into Erin's bikini bottom. I could tell when Steph's fingers found her clit as Erin's mouth opened in a gasp. At that moment Steph pushed the girl's face down onto me. My cock split her lips, and I felt her tongue run over the head. It took only a moment, and then this little girl, no...this little woman, my daughter's best friend, began to suck on my cock.

I saw Steph raise her head and look at "C", again cuddled into my right side. She gave a brief nod to "C". "C" put her lips to my ear and said, "you have to watch this David." With her left hand she turned my head to look at an iPad sitting in her lap. It had a video queued up on it. It was very difficult to pull my eyes away from Erin's head bobbing up and down, and I looked questioningly at "C" before she turned my head back to the iPad. 

"Mister Gabe wants you to see some video of the first few days of their honeymoon," she said to me. I could feel Sara lean around me to also watch.

It opened with a view of Jen and Mister Gabe strolling down a pristine white beach -- they were walking away from whoever was doing the video. I could also see a large black man -- a linebacker type -- walking purposefully about 50 feet in front of the couple. They passed others laying on the beach, or cavorting in water. "They are at a very private resort in the Caribbean. Mister Gabe takes all of us there for our honeymoon." Mister Gabe was in bathing trunks and Jen was wearing a very short sun dress. The bottom only came down to the bottom of her ass cheeks and as they walked, the wind would blow at the dress exposing a naked bottom to everybody's view. I could see them stop, and embrace. Their lips joined and I could see Mister Gabe's tongue invade my wife's mouth, with her cheeks ballooning out as he drove it into her. His hands started at her thighs and rose quickly to her lower back, taking the sundress with it. They stood there for a moment in the passionate lip lock before breaking it to continue their stroll.

"Take it slower Erin" I heard Steph whisper to the girl on my cock, and her pace slowed. 

The video changed to an open-air restaurant of some kind. In the background you could hear the faint sound of music, and see the surf breaking on the beach. It was twilight, but the light seemed good where Jennifer and Mister Gabe were. They were sitting across from each other with a rattan table between them, holding large glasses. 

Mister Gabe was in a white casual suit, cotton jacket and pants over a silk shirt -- all of which set off his coal black muscular body to good effect. In honesty, I had to admit that he was a very handsome looking man. Jennifer had a button-up tan blouse, with the top couple of buttons open, barely displaying her cleavage. I could also tell that she was wearing a loose, flower pattern skirt. 

A waiter in a white uniform showed up and Mister Gabe said, "pour my vintage for her," indicating my wife, "and I'll have some water." The waiter left the view, returning in a few moments with a bottle similar to those that I had seen here on my own patio. While he was gone Mister Gabe and Jen were leaning close to each other, kissing softly, whispering to each other, and holding hands...the picture of lovebirds. My heart ached. 

The video panned around the restaurant, showing that it was full, with numerous couples and singles strewn about at similar settings through-out. 'Who is taking this video?' I thought to myself. The waiter poured Jen a full glass -- easily half of the bottle. "Drink up Jennifer," Mister Gabe commanded her. So she did. Then Mister Gabe indicated to the waiter that he should refill her glass and then depart.

"This is from last night...before I called him," whispered "C" in my ear. I have to admit that I wasn't paying too much attention to Erin anymore.

Mister Gabe leaned back in his chair, away from the table, and motioned to the person taking the video, "come sit here, closer." The video moved closer. Mister Gabe turned to my wife, and the video focused in upon her. I could hear Mister Gabe say, "Jennifer. You have eight buttons on that blouse. Two are already undone. I want you to look around the guests here, and pick one that you like. Then you are to go over to that person and ask them to undo two more of the buttons -- their choice as to which two."

Jen simply grinned, and nodded and then started to look around. She got up from her seat and, with the video following her, walked over to young couple sitting at another table. You couldn't hear what was said, but you could see her crouch down beside the young man and say something. Jen's head turned to the young woman and nodded at her. Jen's face split into her brilliant smile -- the smile that I had seen turned on me so often in the past -- and she turned back to the man, leaning in closer to him. The young man immediately reached down and undid the bottom button on her shirt, and then paused for a second before tracing his fingers up the line of buttons to the middle and undoing another. He then quickly leaned in and kissed my wife. As he pulled away I could see Jen's tongue slip back into her mouth -- she had just frenched a complete stranger!

With that she returned to her table, her blouse now looking odd as the undone opening in the middle parted to offer a peek at her belly. The buttons remaining done up were two over her stomach, and two over her bust. She sat down and grinned broadly at Mister Gabe. He said, "that was well done Mrs. Dane." The waiter then returned and placed menus in front of both of them. As he turned to go, Mister Gabe said, "one moment please. My wife" and he indicated Jen...my wife! "my wife needs some help. She is very warm and has too many buttons done up on her blouse. She has something to ask you."




Mister Gabe Ch. 03



Jen then pushed slightly away from the table and looked up at the waiter, "would you be so kind as to undo two of these buttons, please. Any two. Your choice."

The waiter paused, looking first at Mister Gabe, then at the person videoing the scene, and then, with a grin, down at my wife. Silently he reached down to undo the top one. He paused, and then again reached down to undo the next one. Now my wife's blouse was undone to the two buttons immediately over her belly, and parted slightly up to her neck line. The waiter stepped back a moment surveying his work. He glanced at Mister Gabe who nodded, and then he reached down again to pull the fabric back from both sides of Jen's breasts, and tucked the blouse out of the way on each side fully exposing her tits. He then gently grasped each breast, eliciting a small gasp from Jennifer, and moved the fingers of each hand down from the base of each one to the nipple, ending with a pinch on each and a twist causing another gasp. The waiter stood up and nodded at Mister Gabe and the cameraman, and leaving my wife exposed from the waist up to the entire restaurant, he headed off.

"Very nice dear. You'll be much more comfortable like that."...and the video faded.

Erin was moaning on my cock as I could see that Steph was now pushing her up and down the shaft. Spittle was draining from her inexperienced mouth down onto my balls. Steph's fingers also seemed to have picked up the pace frigging the girl's clit. Sara was practically lying upon my chest, alternately watching the video, and her friend blowing her father. "C" again placed her lips to my ear and whispered, "this next part was filmed after I talked with Mister Gabe last night. I am so sorry David."

Anouther video started on the iPad. This one showed a man in a uniform -- it looked like a hotel concierge or bellman uniform -- standing in front of Mister Gabe at a closed door. "Open it!" Mister Gabe demanded. The bellman opened the door onto a large bedroom. On the bed was my wife, sitting against the headboard, clutching a phone to her ear. I could see her eyes open wide and she dropped the phone onto the bed beside her. Jen was wearing a dress. I could see that the top was like a tube-top -- form fitting and clinging to her chest, emphasizing her breasts. The bottom was a looser fit skirt that billowed around the legs that she had curled under her.

"Who were you talking to?" growled Mister Gabe from the doorway.

"It was David," she replied, and I caught the sob in her voice. This must have been our call last night!

"I told you that you are not allowed to talk with Mister Dane!" he bellowed at her. Motioning to the bellman and another one that came into the room in front of the cameraman he yelled, "bring her!"

The two bellmen moved into the room and grabbed at my wife. She struggled, kicking at them, and squirming on the bed. They were having a difficult time, and I could see when one of them received a scratch across his cheek. "Fuck" yelled from Mister Gabe, and "give me that" as he motioned to the cameraman to give him the camera. "Go get her!"

I could see the bulky black man from the beach video run into the room and twist one hand into Jen's hair and with the other he struck Jen across the face, twice. She stilled with a look of shock on her face. The black man pulled her from the bed, dragging her by her hair. My wife was totally silent with the shock of what was happening.

The camera, now held by Mister Gabe, pulled back to allow the bellmen to exit the room and for the black man to drag my wife out. He dragged her to the middle of a large living room. As the video panned about I could see that the furniture had been pushed out of the way up against the walls. I could see that the place was heavy beam construction with the beams exposed. The video panned across the ceiling in the center of the room and I could see that a large hook dangled from the center beam, hanging about a foot from the ceiling, about seven feet from the floor.

"Jennifer," Mister Gabe growled, and my wife's head strained in the black man's grasp to look up at the speaker, "Mister Dane has made me very angry." He paused and then in a voice obviously intended for me he said, "David, you abused my woman, and violated the sanctity of my home. I am going to show you how I punish what used to be yours, as a small measure of compensation."

He barked, "get her ready for me!"

The black man bodily lifted Jen from the floor, using her hair. When she was on her feet he let go her hair and immediately grabbed both wrists bringing them together in front of her. Then, from his back pocket he took a black plastic zip tie, and used it to bind her wrists together. Then, he again lifted her bodily off of the floor, hooking her bound wrists onto the hook in the ceiling. At that height, with her arms above her head, her feet were still on the ground if only barely so. Mister Gabe then transferred the camera back to the black man and stepped into the view, in front of my wife. He turned to the camera and said, "you hit "C", David. I'll return the favour." He swung around swiftly and drove his fist into Jen's stomach. She cried out in shock and pain, and all of the breath left her body.

As she struggled to regain her breath, tears streaming down her face, Mister Gabe stepped back and looked upon her with a sad expression on his face. "My Jennifer. I am sorry that David Dane has caused this to be necessary." He hit her again, causing Jen to double up on herself, lifting her feet from the ground and twisting, suspended by her wrists from the hook.

Mister Gabe then stepped back and motioned the two stunned bellman forward. "I apologize for what this cunt did to you. In return, I will allow you to strip her for me. Don't worry about saving the clothes."

I saw the two of them step up to Jennifer. One of them, the one with the scratch on his face, hooked his hands into the top of her dress at the neckline and then with a mighty heave, hauled it down off of her chest causing it to rip in half. "Bitch!" he exclaimed and then he slapped both of her tits from side to side. The other then stepped forward and pulled the dress from her waist causing it to drop off of her feet to the floor below. Jen was not wearing anything under that dress so now was hanging by her wrists totally nude. It was easy to see where Mister Gabe had punched her, and her breasts were red from the slapping. The two bellmen were dismissed by Mister Gabe and I could hear them, over the sound of Jennifer's sobs, depart the room.

"Now, David. I understand that you whipped "C" as well. I'll have to get Jennifer here ready to receive the same. Pay attention." Mister Gabe had retrieved what looked like two very large elastic bands from elsewhere within the room. He stepped up to my wife and spreading one of them with his huge hands he slipped it over her right tit. Pushing it into place surrounding the base of her tit, he released it so that it immediately tightened. Jennifer squealed. He immediately repeated the operation on her left tit, and stepped back.

I had seen this before on some bdsm websites...Jen's tits ballooned up and started to turn red as the blood flow was interrupted.

Mister Gabe then approached again, adjusting two carbineers into the bands, and then quickly attaching a length of chain to each. Finally, with only one arm, he lifted my Jennifer so that the chain connecting her two breasts was suspended in the middle by the hook in the ceiling. The pressure of hanging by her wrists was gone, replaced by the excruciating pain of hanging by her breasts. Her feet were now completely off of the floor and as she screamed she began to twist in the air.

I could hear "C" whisper "I'm sorry" over and over in my ear, and could see Sara sobbing with her head on my chest. Beyond that, I couldn't believe that I was harder than I had ever been in my life...harder even than when I had been beating "C". Oblivious to the video, Erin continued her assault on my manhood, with Steph pushing her head further and further down my pole. I could hear the girl's gurgles as she struggled for breath.

On the video I could see Mister Gabe step out of the camera view for a moment, and then back in. He had stripped and was standing in front of my tortured wife, nude, his huge penis dangling at half-mast in front of him. He was holding a whip that I recognized as a cat-o-nine tails. "David, you have invaded my privacy. You have defied me. You have hurt my property. Watch David. See what your actions are costing her."...and he swung the whip into Jennifer. She screamed. He swung. She screamed.

This continued for at least ten strokes. Mister Gabe then threw the whip to the ground and stepped up to my wife -- his cock now rampant in front of him. He grasped her swinging legs and lifted them to his hips. Taking handfuls of her ass, he drove himself into her cunt, again causing her to scream. 

The video stopped.

Both Sara and "C" hugged me. Both were crying. I realized that there were tears on my cheeks as well. My mind was stuck on what that bastard had done to my wife, and that it was my fault. My cock was stuck in the woman's mouth in front of me. 

Steph was looking at me and pushed Erin's head onto me. I could see and feel that she was holding her mouth on me longer with each stroke and I recalled Mister Gabe suffocating "C" in this manner a week ago. I couldn't help myself, I was on the verge of erupting into Erin.

Steph could see that I was almost there. She pulled her other hand from frigging Erin -- leaving her bikini bottoms hanging from her legs -- and drove her fingers under Erin's mouth, and under my balls, snaking up to my asshole. With a grunt she forced two fingers into my ass and pushed Erin all the way down onto my cock burying her nose in my pubic hair. I was all the way down this girl's throat. As she suffocated I came into her. I could feel stream after stream of my cum leave me to travel directly into her stomach. Finally Steph let her go and as she pulled back and away some of my cum erupted from her nose. It was a fantastically erotic sight that, combined with the torture of my wife that I had just seen, left me in a gasping daze.

As I slowly recovered, Steph again grabbed Erin's hair and pulled her close to my softening cock, "now you are his bitch. His cunt. He can use you whenever he wants, can't he little girl?" 

Even with tears and cum staining her face, and dripping to her breasts I could see the wide smile appear on Erin's face, "I'd love that." She paused a bit, looking at Sara, "if Sara and Mrs. Dane are ok with it."

Erin obviously didn't know about Jen, and hadn't watched what we had just watched.

Sara, who had recovered some, leaned down over my prick, pushing it to one side as she did, and kissed her friend on the lips, and then paused to lick at some of the cum on her cheek, "Erin, I would be happy to share my daddy with you. My mom will be ok with it too. Trust me."

"C" stood and grabbing Steph by the hand, towed her towards Mister Gabe's side of the house. Over her shoulder she said that they would see me later.

I couldn't take it anymore and firmly set Sara to the side, stood up, and walked naked into my home, and up to my room. I had to think some more...leaving considerations of Erin aside for the moment, it was obvious that my actions would have consequences for Jen. I had to think.

Much later that evening I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. I was sitting in the shade of the balcony staring off into the distance at nothing as the events of this day, and week played over and over again in my head. I heard the door open and someone come in. In a moment I could hear Sara say, "dad. What happened? Why did Mister Gabe do that to mom?"

I looked at her as she joined me on the patio, setting down a tray with some food and a beer on the table. Erin was standing in the doorway behind her. They still had their bikinis on, but each had a short wrap around their hips concealing their bikini bottoms. I was still naked as a jay bird. Neither girl seemed bothered by it, but I reached for a towel hanging over the other chair and pulled it over my lap. But why should they be uncomfortable? I have fucked, sucked and been blown by my daughter. Erin had already drank down a load of my cum, and declared that she wanted me to take her whenever I wanted to. Being naked in front of either of them was pretty blasé in comparison.

I took Sara's hand and gently pulled her into my lap, and pointed at the other chair for Erin to sit in. Then I proceeded to tell Sara everything. The agreement that I hadn't read. The wedding ring. The beating that I had given "C". Everything. By the time I was finished, there were tears streaming down all of our faces. Sara hugged me tight and then gave me a tender kiss on the lips. Erin also arose from her chair and joined us in a group hug and also ended with a kiss -- which did surprise me a little.

I looked into Sara's eyes..."so now you know. Sara," I stated firmly, "you are never to allow Mister Gabe to touch you sexually." She stared back at me for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "I mean it Sara, not once, not ever. And I don't want you drinking any of the concoctions -- wine, tea, whatever -- that come from him or "C". Do you understand?" 

Again, she nodded slowly. "and I want you to be vigilante when it comes to your mother. I...I am going to try to change her mind and get her to come back to me...but, if I can't... you have to help me watch to make sure that she doesn't swing Molly towards Mister Gabe either. Clear?"

This time my daughter's nod was firm. "Yes dad, I understand."

"Ok you two, go to bed. That is what I am going to do," and I stood, lifting my daughter from my lap. Unthinking in my motion, the towel dropped from my lap while Erin was still crouched next to the chair that we were sitting in. I wasn't hard by any means, but still my dick was hanging only a few inches from the lips that had sucked it dry only a couple of hours previously. I couldn't help the visions of that memory from flashing into my mind, and Erin didn't help anything as she slowly ran her tongue over her lips while staring at my cock.

"Mr. Dane," she asked, looking up into my eyes, and settling down on her knees, "may I please?" She opened her mouth and moved slowly towards my stiffening prick.

"You are such a slut!" came from my daughter. Sara reached down and grabbed Erin's hand and pulled her to her feet away from her dad's cock. "My dad said to go to bed. You come with me and we'll entertain each other!", and Sara looked at me, glanced at my cock and with a quick tug on it, she pulled her friend off of my balcony and into my room. Then my phone rang.

It was in the bedroom on the bedside table. I jumped up and quickly tried to step around the two girls in the doorway. We all tried to move at the same time and I ended up wedging myself between the two of them, dragging my semi-hard cock across Erin's naked belly. With a saucy grin, she grabbed at my meat, giving it a quick tug again as I pulled myself past. I leaped onto the bed, landing on my stomach, as I grabbed for the phone. As I picked it up I could feel a girl settle down on either side of me.

The display on the phone indicated that it was Jen. "Hi", I said, "how are you Jennifer?"

"Dave", I could hear her exclaim, "I'm so happy to catch you. I'm good," she giggled, "really good."

"Mister Gabe sent me the video of what he did to you yesterday. Are you sure you are ok?" I asked with concern in voice. I could feel a body settle in close to me, and then a wet tongue tipped into my ear.

"Daddy," I heard my daughter whisper, "is that mommy?" I nodded, and gave her a brief glance. "Put her on speaker, but don't tell her we are here," she whispered.

I put the phone on speaker, "you are on speaker Jen, I'm working on something and need my hands free," I said to my wife.

"Ok," she replied, again with a giggle. "I'm fine David. Mister Gabe was very angry at you...and at me for calling you without permission. But he made it up to me after the whipping...and really..." she sighed a bit, "that wasn't as bad as you might think."

"Won't he get mad at you for calling me now?"

"No," and another giggle, "Mister Gabe told me I should call you right now."

In the background I could hear a male voice -- obviously Mister Gabe -- tell her to tell me what she had been doing just before calling.

"Oh, ok. Dave, Mister Gabe wants me to tell you what I was doing just now," she paused for a breath, "I was licking Mister Gabe's cock. We were on the balcony in our bathing suits, looking over the beach." I could hear the voice tell her to fill in the details. "Dave, the balcony is on the second floor, and the beach was full of people. Mister Gabe first made me lean out over the balcony to make eye contact with a number of the people on the beach. Then, standing behind me, he removed my bikini top and started to massage my breasts. He pulled on the nipples and squeezed my tits." I could hear her groan. "He is playing with my tits right now honey." 

Mister Gabe's voice told my wife to keep talking. I could feel the girls moving around on the bed with me, and a quick glance told me that they were pulling their clothes off of each other. I watched as my daughter engaged in a deep, tongue-twirling kiss with her friend, bare boobs to bare boobs. My eyes widened as I watched my eighteen year old daughter make out with another girl, and I could feel my cock start to stiffen -- pinned as it was against the bed.

"David," my wife continued, "once we could see that a whole bunch of people were watching, Mister Gabe pushed me to my knees -- the balcony railing is glass, so everybody could see everything -- and asked me what I wanted to do. I told him that I would like to suck on his cock. He asked me if I really wanted to do that with everybody watching, and I told him that I would love nothing more." 

Jen paused for a breath and continued, "then I pulled his bathing suit down off of his legs. As his hard on sprang free it smacked me on the nose and I could hear laughter from the crowd. Once I had his suit off, I tenderly held his cock in one hand -- you know that my hand can't go completely around his cock, right Dave? -- and cupped his huge balls, one at a time, in my other hand." My wife giggled, "then I licked his cock. I could hear applause from the people on the beach and someone was yelling for me to deep throat Mister Gabe. So I did...or at least I did my best." I could hear Mister Gabe in the background saying that my wife performed very well blowing him, and not to worry, she would get much better with practice. I could practically hear my wife nodding her head as she said, "yes, I did. Dave, I was able to get about nine inches of his penis into my throat before it got stuck. That is the best that I've done so far." I could hear the pride in my wife's voice as she described giving head to the black monster that I had given her to.

I could feel hands pulling upward on my body. I raised my hips a bit, but the pull was insistent. "Daddy, this is sooo fucking hot!" whispered Sara into my ear. "Raise your butt...lean on your elbows," she directed. I complied, raising myself so that I was perched on my knees and elbows.

Mister Gabe's voice directed my wife to tell me what she thought of their honeymoon so far.

"Dave, my love," and I could hear an immediate smack of hand on flesh followed by a gasp from Jen. Mister Gabe's voice harshly commanded my wife to never say that, and then continued in a softer tone to direct her to tell me.

With a little catch in her voice she continued, "David. I've loved every minute of my honeymoon with Mister Gabe. Every minute." Mister Gabe continued, asking her if she even liked being used by so many men. 




Mister Gabe Ch. 03



My eyes were closed listening to my wife and with her words I could sense a gulf opening between us. Again I could feel Sara bend down over me. I could feel her hard young nipples being dragged up my back. She whispered into my ear, "it will be alright daddy. I'm sure it will." I could now also feel another set of hands -- Erin's -- starting to caress my legs, beginning at my feet and slowly, sensually, moving up my legs to end on my butt. I was now fully hard, but I didn't know if that was due to the girls or listening to my wife...probably both.

Jen hesitated in her response, then whispered, "yes Mister Gabe, I even like that." I could hear him tell my wife to tell me about being used. My daughter slid down my back, again dragging her hard nipples across me as she did. Sara ended up kneeling behind me with her hands on my butt cheeks. As Jen continued to whisper to me my eyes remained closed but I could hear/feel movement behind as bodies began to move around behind me. I could feel two sets of hands on my ass and the backs of my upper thighs. Jen said, "David. I've been married to Mister Gabe for four days now. He has given me to five men to have sex with...four I fucked, and one I just sucked." Again from the background I heard Mister Gabe tell her that that wasn't enough detail and that she needed to elaborate.

The squirming behind me ceased. One set of hands gently pried open my ass cheeks and then I could feel someone blowing on my puckered rear entrance. This caused me to tense a bit, but then I could feel a hand grasp my rock hard cock and pull it down perpendicular to my body -- pointing straight down -- followed by the sensation of a tongue dragging itself from my ball sac up to the head. At the same time I felt the body kneeling behind me -- I could only guess that it was still my daughter -- bend forward to gently lick my rectum.

Jen continued to talk, "you know that we left the house in a limo that Mister Gabe rented? I was naked, with cum dripping from my hair and on my body from all of the 'dancing' at the wedding ceremony." She laughed. "You remember that Dave?" I grunted "yes". "While we drove to the airport Mister Gabe lowered the screen to the driver and invited him to watch while Mister Gabe played with my body. He kept me at such a high pitch, and my cunny was dripping. When we got there Mister Gabe thanked the driver and asked him to join us in the back seat for his tip. The driver got out, opened the door so that Mister Gabe could get out of the car, and then with the flight crew and baggage person watching through the open door, the driver climbed in and pushed me back on the seat. He pulled out his dick and shoved it in me. I was so wet, and so hot that he slid right in and started to fast fuck me. I just lay there as he pounded me. I looked up through the window and saw the pilot of the plane watching. The driver must have been pretty hot too because he only lasted a few moments and suddenly he pulled out and shot cum all over my belly and breasts."

Cunny? Dick? Fast fuck? This just wasn't my wife talking to me. She never used those words, even when we were at our most passionate in bed. 

The tongue on my backside was now drilling into my asshole, and the feeling was unbelievable. The lips at my cock had closed around it and the suction was building. I found myself starting to slowly hump the face between my legs.

"David, my love," and again I could hear a slap over the phone, followed by a muted sob, "David, when we got onto the plane, after I walked up the ramp totally nude, Mister Gabe complimented me but said that in order to service a male properly a whore -- and he meant me - ....a whore had to put more into the effort. I hadn't moved much while the driver fucked me....just took it. I guess that even after everything that happened at the wedding, or maybe because of that, I was still a bit in shock. Anyway, Mister Gabe said that I would have to thank the pilot for flying us, but there wasn't too much time so he would have to make do with me sucking him," she paused for breath, and I could hear her wiping her face -- the tears from her eyes? 

"You saw the video from the restaurant? Mister Gabe said he sent it to you. So you saw me sitting in the place, crowded with people, naked from the waist up?" Again I grunted assent as I was having some trouble controlling my breathing. The twin sensations at my butthole and my cock were making it difficult to talk. "I had to go to the ladies room and Mister Gabe told me that I had to walk through the place as I was...with my tits bobbing up and down as I walked. The waiter who had felt me at the table followed me into the hallway to the restroom and as I got close to the ladies room door he grabbed my arm, turning me about to face him. He pulled me tighter into his grip with one hand on my waist and the other squeezing my boob. He leaned in and told me that he wanted to screw me right then and there. I started to struggle and all of a sudden Mister Gabe was there. The waiter started to apologize but Mister Gabe interrupted him telling him 'no' that it was he who should apologize because his cunt -- meaning me again -- was brand new and just beginning to be trained. He slapped me softly on my face to get my attention and then Mister Gabe told me that I was not allowed to say 'no' to anybody, ever." I could hear her breath catch in her throat as she continued, "then he said that the only exception to that rule was you, Dave. I have to say 'no' to you. Always. I cannot agree to anything remotely approaching sexual conduct with you." My wife sobbed, "I can't even kiss you." I heard Mister Gabe qualify that by instructing Jen that she could only do 'pecks' when necessary to keep up the fiction that she was married to me, in public. With another muted sob Jennifer continued, "Mister Gabe told me to pull my dress up for the nice man. I did. I was standing in the hallway with my breasts hanging out and holding my dress up exposing my cunt to whoever walked by. Mister Gabe reached down with his hand and used his fingers to spread me open and slipped one of his huge fingers up into me, swirling it about." My wife groaned over the phone, "he is doing that now honey. He has his fingers up inside my cunt." She paused in her story for a moment. "Then he took it out and stuck it onto my lips telling me to clean it. So I did. He told the waiter that I was wet enough for him so go to it. Without any hesitation the guy pulled his zip down and pulled his cock out." She paused a moment, "it was very hard, but very average in size honey, at least a couple of inches shorter than yours. Then he rammed himself into me and started to hump me up against the wall. Mister Gabe went back to our table and left the waiter to fuck me. Even though he was smaller, he was pretty good with it and I closed my eyes as I could feel the pressure build inside me. I could remember Mister Gabe's instructions from before so I pulled him in closer and offered him my lips. He started kissing me the same way he was fucking me, stabbing his tongue into my mouth as I moved my hands down to help pull his ass into me. He didn't care about me any more than as a hole to pump into, but you know Dave, I really didn't care. It was wild!" I could hear the passion in her voice as she told me her story, "I could hear a woman call me a slut as she squeezed past us to the restroom, and I had to agree...I fit every definition of a slut that you can imagine. Anyway, he finished fast, just as he had me ready to explode -- but I didn't, he didn't quite get me there. He pulled out, leaving a stringer of his cum from my pussy lips running down my thigh, zipped and left. That was number two."

"Number three was Mister Gabe's bodyguard. It happened after Mister Gabe whipped me and fucked me on the video that you saw. I cannot remember his name. But I can remember his dick -- it is just like the rest of him...shorter and thick. He is all muscle and his penis is a little shorter than yours but at least as wide as a coke can, or more maybe. Mister Gabe had already fucked me and I was still hanging by my tits -- god that hurt David, it hurt so much but at the same time the pain transmitted straight to my pussy and made the orgasm that I had with Mister Gabe way more intense," I could hear her speak away from the phone, "not that they aren't all intense lover." I could hear Mister Gabe murmur something like yes, Pet, I know. He must be right on top of the phone with Jen. "Like I said, I was freshly fucked by Mister Gabe so I was plenty open enough so that the coke bottle didn't hurt at all. He just fucked me like a piston until he came inside of me."

I was humping into the mouth below me, harder and harder as Jen continued to talk to me. I felt small hands push up on my waist and the mouth disengaged. "Sara," Erin panted, "this is so fucking hot. Your dad is fucking my face again." I started to push down again, all of the time continuing to get a rim job from my daughter. Erin pushed back, "wait Mister Dane, please. Sara, I want to try that....change with me."

My daughter pulled her tongue from my ass and set back, "ok, you little slut, I'll let you lick out my dad's ass. Daddy, don't worry, I'll take care of you," followed by moving bodies and squirming limbs as everybody readjusted positions behind and under me. Sara, before she positioned herself under me grabbed Jen's lube from the drawer beside the bed and handed it to her friend, and whispered something into her ear that I couldn't catch as my wife continued talking.

"David, what is going on there?"

"Nothing," I grunted, "I'm having a tough time listening to all of this."

"Oh...my love," followed by the sound of a hard smack of flesh on flesh and a cry from my wife. I could hear Mister Gabe yell at her to not use that term again and if she did there would be severe consequences because he was getting very tired of it. After a pause during which I could hear Jennifer try to gain control of her breathing, "Dave...David...number four was just this morning. You saw the video when Mister Gabe whipped me. You also saw when I was fighting the bellmen before Mister Gabe's bodyguard came in and got me? Yes, well I scratched one of those men on the face. Even though Mister Gabe let him strip me, Mister Gabe didn't think that that was sufficient. So, this morning he told me to call down to room service and ask for them to send that man back up to the room."

Again I could feel a tongue start to swirl around my rosebud, and a face between my legs, with tongue licking at my cockhead. I groaned.

"David...I'm ok my lo...I'm ok. Don't worry. It is ok for Mister Gabe to punish me...I accept that that is part of me being his wife now. Really, it is ok," and I could hear what I was hoping was a false bravado creep into her voice as she talked. "So, the bellman came to the door and I greeted him there on my knees, and without anything on. He had already seen me naked, so that part wasn't really a big deal anymore. Mister Gabe was standing right behind me. He shook the man's hand and told him that I had something to say to him. With my eyes staring at his feet, I apologized for scratching him. And then, I asked if he would like to use me." A pause, "yes, I said 'use'." Anouther pause as my wife gathered herself to finish, "he didn't say anything. He just grabbed my hair and dragged me across the room and threw me on my belly with my legs hanging off of the bed. I heard his zipper coming down and then he slammed into me. I hadn't had a chance to get wet, so it hurt some as he penetrated me. I didn't actually see his cock until later but I could feel it. He was long, but skinny. David, that one hurt and I didn't get much pleasure from it, but Mister Gabe says that it doesn't matter if the cunt gets pleasure so long as the man enjoys himself." A pause as she sighed, "I'll have to get used to that I guess."

Then I could hear Mister Gabe talking to my wife in the background again, though I couldn't hear the words.

"Yes Mister Gabe, my husband, I did enjoy you giving me to all of those men." My wife just called that black bastard her 'husband'...my stomach turned.

"Yes, I love being fucked in public."

"Yes, I will do anything you tell me to do, sir."

A long pause with talking in the background. I realized that neither Erin nor Sara were doing much other than listening to my wife, as I was.

"ye..yes, Mister Gabe, I will never say 'no' to a man's request, except for David Dane. David Dane is not allowed to touch me in any sexual way. Ever." And again I could hear my wife starting to cry.

Another pause, this time longer, and punctuated by the sound of flesh hitting flesh again. I could hear my wife cry out in the background. Both Sara and Erin groaned. 

"Da..David. I... you were right." A pause, "Mister Gabe, I promise to do everything that I can so that Sara will agree to be yours, and...I... when my Molly is eighteen, I will do the same for her. You should own all of us sir. I want you to fuck both of my girls, and I want you to impregnate them." Anouther pause, "no sir, I will not do that, I already told you that." Again I could hear flesh on flesh, and my wife crying. While this was happening, Sara had moved up below me so that she was lying right beneath me. Through it all, my dick had remained as hard as ever, and I could feel Erin's little hands slowly jerking me as she reburied her face in my ass.

After a lengthy pause, "David, Mister Gabe now has me lying face down on the bed. My face and breasts are against the bed, and my bum is in the air. My legs are spread and I am clasping my hands behind my back." Then I heard a deep guttural groan coming from my wife. "Ahhhh, David, he is entering me. I can feel the head of his cock splitting my cunny. My lips are stretching. Ahhhhh, he is entering me so slowly. I can feel every inch of that lovely monster as it slowly slides into me...he is soooo fucking big. I love his cock." I could hear a deep voice murmuring in the background as my wife continued, her voice turning to a rasp as she did, "yes, Mister Gabe, you are much better than David. Yes, compared to you, Dave is a pussy. Yes sir, I am positive that he is a pussy. Yes Mister Gabe, there is no way that David could ever make me as satisfied as you do. I love you Mister Gabe, I love you...I love you...I love you." My wife's voice faded from words into inarticulate moans as the black bastard took her.

Sara was fully under me now. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my upper body down to hers. In between nibbles on my earlobe, and kisses on my neck she whispered in my ear so that her mother couldn't hear, "daddy, don't worry, I will never let that man have me...no matter what mom does or says. And I won't let him have Molly either." I felt Erin come up for breath and slowly pull me down towards my daughter. Sara gasped, and glancing between our bodies I could see Erin using one hand to hold my daughter open for me, and the other trying to position me at Sara's entrance. My daughter squirmed down so that Erin could position me correctly, at Sara's moist opening.

Sara reached down between us, gripping my cock with her two hands, one on top of the other, forming a barrier so that only the head could split into her gaping hole. Erin now began smearing a cold greasy substance around my asshole -- the lube. With one hand she started to gently push down on me, pushing me a little more into my daughter. At the same time she pushed one small finger into my rectum. Gawd!

As we listened to my wife groan on the phone, we started a rhythm. Erin pushing one and then two fingers into me as I lightly dipped my wick over and over into Sara.

Suddenly through the fog of lust that was overcoming me I could hear a man's voice, "Dane, Jennifer is mine. She has just told you that she loves everything that we are doing. She has told you that your other women will be mine. There is nothing you can do about it." A pause, and I could hear my wife gasp. Mister Gabe continued, "she refuses to become pregnant. She says that she is following your instructions. I will not abide you having any hold over my wife Dane. Tell her that she must have any child I tell her to. TELL HER NOW!!"

"David," screamed my wife.

"NO!" I yelled into the phone. My light motion into my daughter had stopped, and Erin had withdrawn her fingers from my butt. We were all captured by what was happening on the other end of the phone.

"You...one of you...will change your mind," stated Mister Gabe matter-of-factly. "For now, Jennifer will pay the price for her disobedience. I am going to tear her ass, going in dry." And my wife started screaming. I could visualize that black monster driving his huge phallus deep into my wife in one long stroke, lubricated only by her cunt juices. I started moaning in time to my wife's screams.

Sara yelled "now!" and grabbing my balls tightly, painfully, she pulled me down into her. Erin, who must have lubed up her entire hand, pushed her small fist into my ass. It was on fire, the pain both terrible and exquisite, and my moan turned into a scream as she penetrated me. I violently thrust down, into my daughter, trying to get away from the intruder in my back door. Jennifer was screaming over and over as Mister Gabe ripped into her ass. Erin used her hand lodged in my ass to pull me up, but I was at the edge so once again I thrust down, hard, into my daughter.

This lasted an eternity. Or maybe only a few seconds. I wasn't thinking any longer, only timing my thrusts into Sara with Erin's pushes into my butt, and with the screams coming over the phone. 

Suddenly the phone went dead. Covered in sweat, with one final thrust I drove into my little girl and blew long ropes of cum deep into her. Over and over and over. 

When it finally stopped I was collapsed on my daughter, still buried deeply. Erin pulled her hand from me. We were all crying. Slowly we rearranged ourselves into a threesome cuddle on the bed, and as our breathing returned to normal, we all fell into an exhausted sleep.

The Honeymoon -- Wednesday

Sometime in the wee hours I awoke. I was lying on my side. Erin was lying on hers, facing me, with her lips almost touching mine. We were so close that we were sharing breaths. Her eyes were open, and as she realized that mine were too, she whispered in the darkness, "Mister Dane. I am so sorry about Mrs. Dane. But it is sooo fucking hot what you are doing. And it is even hotter that you and Sara fuck. And I love what I've been doing with you. Will you please fuck me?" The pleading look on her face turned to a beaming smile of delight as I nodded.

I gently pushed her on to her back, and moved myself so that I was hovering over her, braced upon my elbows and knees. I bent down and licked her lips, drawing a groan of pleasure from her. Slowly, I proceeded to lick her entire body. Her neck, to her shoulders, bypassing her pert young breasts, to her ribs and waist. I lifted myself, and glancing over to my daughter I saw that she was awake, just lying there watching us. I moved to Erin's feet, first taking one foot and then the other, licking her toes, and the bottoms of her feet. She was purring in delight, murmuring my name. Slowly I moved up on her legs, bathing each in turn with my saliva, eventually arriving at my goal -- Erin's honey pot. Raising myself slightly I glanced up to her face -- eyes tightly closed, and breathing shallow and quick. "Erin, honey, are you a virgin?" Odd that I hadn't thought of that until just now. She wasn't listening to me. 

I glanced again at my daughter with a questioning look, "yes daddy, and no. Erin and I have been together, and I've let her suck Brock a couple of times...but, she's never been fucked."

I nodded to myself, and then, spreading her nether lips gently with my fingers, I softly licked her, starting at her pink rosebud and ending just below her exposed clitoris. Erin's groaning became deeper and more earthy. I spent many minutes licking and nibbling her lips, sucking them into my mouth. I pushed on her bum so that her ass was better exposed and spent awhile licking around the hole, ending with my tongue penetrating her there. Her groans turned to pleading as she whimpered for me to please fuck her.




Mister Gabe Ch. 04



©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved

I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. This chapter has a scene deleted at the behest of the webmaster.Here now is the revised version of the Mister Gabe tale.

All characters are 18 or over before involvement in sexual activity. 

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I honestly cannot recall how Sara and I made it back into the house after the scene in Mister Gabe's kitchen, but somehow we did. We entered through the kitchen and made it up the stairs past Molly and Mike who were still watching tv. It wasn't until we were standing in the darkened hallway at the top of the stairs that I realized that my daughter was still topless. Our sense of outrage at what we had witnessed -- Mister Gabe driving nails through Jennifer's tits -- had us both shaking and holding tightly to each other. We also realized that we had fled the scene leaving Sara's fiancé, Brock, behind.

We stared into each other's eyes, and held each other close for an eternity...until we heard movement from below and realized that the kids were turning things off downstairs in preparation for heading to their bedrooms. I clutched my daughter's hand, and pulled her into my bedroom and softly closed the door behind us. We waited inside the door, still holding each other, while we heard Molly tell Mike good night, and then their bedroom doors opening and closing.

"Are you ok Sara? I asked softly. 

She nodded slowly, pressing herself into me. I could hear her whisper into my chest, "I cannot believe that he did that to mom." A breath, and then she pulled back to look up at me, "I cannot believe that she refused to leave with us. What is wrong with her? Do you really think it is the wine?"

I nodded. "Yes...or at least that is what started it. Mister Gabe as much as confirmed it for me yesterday. But that underlines what I told you and Erin...do not drink anything coming from Mister Gabe...he even spiked the water that I had today. You just cannot trust him...and you know that he wants you in the worst way." I paused..."I don't know what is going to happen with your mom...but I do know now that whatever it is, it will never be like it was before." I thought for a moment, "I am not going to do anything rash Sara, and we'll have to keep up pretenses, at least for a while, at least for the kid's sake. Can you do that?"

"Yes. Ok. Dad, don't leave her, please, please. It will be ok...I just know that it will...eventually." She breathed deeply, and began to unbutton my shirt. "She knew before the wedding....she must have...that is why she made sure that I would take her 'wifely' duties with you," and looking down I could see her face starting to change from the horror of earlier to a tenuous smile. How could this vixen transition so quickly?

I stopped her hands, holding them tightly in mine, "you are sure you are ok?" 

She nodded again, "yes, daddy, I am as 'ok' with this as I can be. Besides, for at least as long as this goes on, you are mine." She giggled, "and Erin's, of course."

"What about everything you were made to do tonight? What about Brock?"

She cocked her head to one side, looking at me. "Dad, that is the odd thing...while I 'was' made to do things tonight...and while I was certainly surprised and shocked by some of it -- like what Mr. MP did to me - really, none of it was something that I didn't 'want' to do. I just admitted that to myself. Do you understand? I think that the feeling of a lack of control just let me be more myself. I don't know how to explain it, but...I am totally ok with things." She paused, and then confidently said, "yes, the more I think of it, the more that I know that I am totally ok with things. And...daddy...I want you to keep 'making' me do things," she pleaded.

Holy shit! A light bulb finally went off in my head. This was Jennifer, telling me that her father had given control to me years ago...when we were first married. She had also been saying, without using words, that she 'wanted' me to take control...just like Sara had just done. I just didn't 'get it' then, but I sure as fuck got it now. My eyes widened with the realization and I stood there in shock as my daughter looked, with concern, at me.

"You are a blessing my little girl," I said looking into her upturned face. And then I did a decidedly un-fatherly thing to his little girl. I pinched her two nipples, and twisted them sharply, leaning over into her gasp and pushing my tongue into her mouth. Roughly I frenched her for a moment and then stood up, releasing her. "What about Brock?"

"Oh, daddy...that was so nice," as she rubbed her nips. "He is fine. We talked a whole bunch this week and we understand each other so much better than we did before Mister Gabe came along. Actually, I think that now that we 'are out in the open' so to speak, we are actually better than before. He understands that I like sex, a lot, and while he still has a few hang ups about you, in particular, porking 'his' girl, in general he is ok with it. ...and I understand that he really likes fucking." She paused and looked up at me, "daddy, he really, really, likes fucking mom. Now that he knows the rules, he will probably fuck her as much as he can. The whole 'kink' thing really gets him going." She 'hmmm'd' to herself, "probably the same 'kink' thing that makes me want you to do me every which way from Sunday...as often, and whenever you want. Probably the same thing that turns Erin's motor on so much with you too," she concluded.

"Now. Are you going to fuck me?"

I thought to myself about the 'rules'...Jen could not say 'no' to any man...which was what Sara was referring to. Brock would ask and my wife would do. As simple as that. "No, Sara. You go to bed...your own bed tonight." I opened the door and pushed her, still topless, out into the hall, and closed it on her astonished face. I was grinning at her as I did so.

.........................

The next morning I awoke to the realization that someone was sitting on the bed beside me. I opened my eyes, surprisingly refreshed, to see Jennifer sitting there dressed as usual for a Sunday, in her tight blue jean cut offs and a droopy white t-shirt. She was gazing into my eyes, and reached over to softly brush a lock of my hair from my eyes. "Hello sleepy head," she murmured. Then she bent down and placed her lips close to my ear and whispered, "I love you David Dane. Nothing will ever change that, and don't you forget it." She kissed me softly on the cheek, on the lips and then she sat up again.

"I'm surprised to see you here," I said as I sat up with my back to the headboard.

"Why?"

"Welllll, after last night, I was pretty sure that I wouldn't see you here. I mean, I know that you would 'pass through' here to keep up appearances with the kids, but I didn't expect to see you sitting with me here."

"Hmmm," she murmured, and she glanced around the room, "Mister Gabe won't like this, so it probably won't happen too often." She paused, and looked into my eyes, "but I had to tell you that Dave, especially after last night."

I looked pointedly at her breasts, swinging freely under her top, "how are you?"

She smiled at me, "I'm fine, now." She moved slightly and then used both hands to pull her top up and off, exposing her breasts to me. "See, or...not much to see." She pointed to two small dots, one on each breast, where I had seen the nails driven into her. "They close up as soon as the nails come out."

I took advantage of the situation and leaned into her and drew my tongue over her nipples to each dot, softly kissing both, "I'm sorry that that happened to you, my love."

"Me too, but please don't do that David. You know the rules and even though I already know that Mister Gabe is going to punish me for being here," and she waved her hand towards the nearly invisible camera, "let's not make it more than it has to be." She took a breath, "besides, I have to tell you something...something that I want Mister Gabe to hear, that I absolutely know he will punish me for."

Very interested now, I still gently held her naked breasts in my hands, caressing them down to her nipples, "what?"

"We both know that I will do whatever Mister Gabe wants. I know that I will not be able to tell him that I did not like the nails at all last night. I know that I won't be able to tell him 'no' if wants to do that again, or some other form of body mutilation." She drew a breath and took both of my hands in hers, "but, my husband, I want you to promise me that if does try to do anything like that, or even if you find after the fact that he has done so, I want you to promise that you will take me away from him. Use force, and force me to stay away from him, and don't ever let me go back to him." She looked imploringly into my eyes, "I will probably fight you, but you must promise me right now that regardless of anything...you will get me away from him."

Solemnly I leaned into my wife and kissed her on the lips and then said, "I do solemnly swear to do as you have just requested."

Jennifer stood up and immediately pulled her shirt over herself, "I better get out of here and downstairs with the kids before Mister Gabe comes storming in." She smiled and said to herself as she turned to the door, "although that could be fun." She got to the door and paused again, turning back to me with one hand on the doorknob, "by the way....where is our daughter? I thought she would be in bed with you?"

"No, not last night Jen."

"She is taking care of you though? Yes?"

I smiled slowly, "just as much as Brock is taking care of you?"

She smiled back, "that boy is very energetic."

"Sara says that he really, really, likes fucking you my dear."

"Well, I won't be able to say this about everybody, I'm sure, but he is, or will be family, so it certainly doesn't bother me." She grinned again, "and what is the truth behind the rumour about Erin? 'C' was saying that you are fucking our daughter's best friend?"

"Yup," now I was grinning broadly. "Actually, she is my sex slut. My very own. I took her cherry too."

We both were smiling, and then at the same time broke out into laughter. "Well, Alice," I said to my wife, "we are both well down the rabbit hole...but maybe it won't be as bad as it looked." I waved at her and finished, "stay in touch dear." 

She turned the knob, opened the door to Molly walking by outside, and headed out into her day.

Well, I thought to myself, this is going to be my life until he gives her back to me. Bad, but perhaps it would not be as bad as I was thinking last night. I could 'live' with this situation...especially with Sara's and Erin's help. And I could sense that the big fucking black bastard was going to test things...test me...every chance he could get.

.......................

A bit about work. I had returned to work the Monday after Jen had come to see me...the Monday immediately following the end of her honeymoon, and tumultuous party at Mister Gabe's wherein I had discovered that my Managing Partner (MP) at work was also part of Mister Gabe's 'family'. At some point in time Mister Gabe had taken Mrs. MP as a wife, and used her like he was now using Jen. MP came to see me to repeat what he had said at the party...nothing in Mister Gabe's 'world' would affect our working relationship. This is the guy would had told me that he knew, months beforehand, that Mister Gabe had every intention of taking Jennifer. This is the guy who made me, while I was not in full control of my actions, hold Jennifer so that he could fuck her. I had felt every thrust he made in to her. There was absolutely no way that our working relationship could ever be the same. 

I vowed that I would start to look for anouther firm to move to. Since I now knew that the black bastard was a client of MP's, I also vowed to figure out a way to hurt him in some way...some way that would really mean something to him. It was going to take some time, and some work, but I would find it.

..............................

Erin's boyfriend -- July 2011

It was the middle of summer -- long hot days, plenty of time spent by the pool. We had evolved into a routine of sorts. Jen and the kids, including Sara, were on summer break from school. Brock was working full time for his dad's land development company, although he spent most evenings either at our house, or out somewhere with my daughter. I was working normal summer hours which equated to 50 hour weeks instead of the 60 or 70 hours that sometimes happen. "C" was a frequent addition to our family times, at the pool, and even in the house. She seemed to spend more time with us than elsewhere. Sometimes I wondered whether she was keeping an eye on us for the frequently absent Mister Gabe, or just genuinely enjoyed being with us. Her and Jen seemed to be very close, and I could see an older sister kind of relationship developing between her and my kids as well. None of that bothered me as I truly liked "C" as well. In fact I had spent a few evenings with her after Jen had departed our bedroom to be with her 'husband'.

That still bothered me, I cannot deny it. While each day started with Jennifer giving me a platonic kiss, it always ended with her walking through the closet to the other side of the house.

Sara and Brock's wedding was fast approaching. They wanted to get hitched before they started university in the fall, and it had been decided that they would live in the guest suite in our house while they were married and at school. Brock's dad had already said that as soon as Brock graduated (three years), then Mister Gabe would get his notice to depart and Brock and Sara could take ownership of the other side of the house.

Today, Saturday, there were a bunch of people gathered on our patio. The purported reason for the gathering was to work out final details of the wedding. It had already been decided that the wedding would take place at a large downtown church -- while there weren't too many folks to invite from Sara's side of the new family, Brock's side seemed to have bred like lemmings and there were a lot of them. For the same reason, even though I had originally thought that the reception afterward would be at our house, the guest list had simply outgrown the space, so Brock's dad had rented the 'Castle' hotel (that I described earlier) for the reception. 

I didn't really know what else there was to plan, but regardless, that was the reason for the gathering. Brock and Sara, Brock's best man Tim (he was also eighteen with no girlfriend to speak of), Erin (Sara's Maid of Honour) and her boyfriend Richard, Molly and her girlfriend Tabitha (seventeen) and of course Mike who wanted nothing more than to oogle all of the girls, "C", Jen, and myself were all there. Mister Gabe was off to the west coast this weekend, so I was looking forward, hopefully, to an evening with my wife in my bed.

Jennifer and "C" were sitting side-by-side on one of the patio couches, sipping at cool drinks. They were both wearing colourful, short sundresses, and were chatting amiably. I was sitting across from them in cut-off jeans and an old t-shirt just enjoying the sight of the two lovely ladies in front of me. All of the rest were in bathing suits and cavorting in the pool. The sounds of their laughter and splashing were very 'homey' comforting kinds of sounds to me.

I had been a little surprised at myself earlier when Erin had shown up with a boyfriend that I hadn't heard about. Admittedly, I had not seen much of Erin since that night in our bed during the honeymoon -- passing glances as her and Sara came and went from our house. I had been busy, and I thought that maybe she had had some second thoughts about the situation. So I was surprised by my reaction when introduced to the boy -- a black'ish cloud had descended on me from nowhere. He was about six feet -- just a little shorter than me -- and average build. Not too muscular, but still in good shape. I found myself stiffly shaking his hand while Erin gazed up at me, her eyes slightly wide and expectant. I realized now, sitting on the couch, that I was being a bit foolish with my slightly jealous possessiveness of Sara's best friend. Mentally I shrugged and took a swig of the cold beer in my hand.

A thought occurred to me.

"Why don't you two ladies go get into bathing suits and we can take a turn in the pool?"

'C' smirked at me, "you want to see some more of us do you Mister Dane?" Her hands drifted down to the bottom of her sundress and started to slowly pull the hem up her legs. From where we were sitting the couches blocked the view of her lower half from the kid's in the pool.

I smiled until my wife swatted 'C's hands and told her to stop that. Jen looked at me and said, "I am not getting into a bathing suit for you David."

That made me and 'C' both frown. After a pause I had an idea, and, with a return smirk to 'C', I swivelled in my seat so that I could look over to the pool. I caught Brock's eye and motioned him to come over. He obediently got out of the pool and, dripping water, strode over to us. The back of the couch that I was on faced the pool so he was standing behind and slightly to the side of me. I motioned him to lean down a bit so that I could talk to him without the other kids over hearing us. "Brock, I want these two women to change into bathing suits, and Jennifer is refusing. Can you change her mind?"

'C's smirk turned into a radiant smile as Brock stood up and placed his hands on his hips staring at my wife. His lips also quirked up into a smile and, nodding to himself, he walked around the couches and approached Jen from behind her couch. Jennifer was frowning furiously at me. I quickly glanced at the pool and noted that only Sara's eyes were upon us as she wondered what her fiancé was up to, and then I watched as Brock lent down over Jen. "Well, mommy," his hands rested on her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps holding up her sundress, "I understand that you are being bad." Without waiting for a response he lent down further so that his mouth was beside Jen's ear. At the same time, his hands drifted down the front of her dress, easily slipping inside to cup my wife's breasts in his hands. "I would like you to go change into a bathing suit...something that entices my interest." He squeezed Jen's tits, "do you have a problem with doing as I tell you?"

Again my wife glared at me, then she tilted her head up to Brock and smiling sweetly said, "none what-so-ever. The faster you take your hands off of me, the sooner I can do that for you Brock."

'C' clapped her hands, and both of them stood up as with one final squeeze Brock removed his hands from my wife's dress. 'C' grabbed Jen's hand and dragged her into the house. I mockingly clapped my hands as well and Brock just bowed and said, "your wish is my command, sir." But then he stood and paused, "but seriously Mister Dane...whatever you want, whenever you want it. Just tell me." He gulped and continued, "this situation with Mister Gabe, and your wife, and Sara, and you...I don't really know what to say or do, so I'm just 'going with it', if you know what I mean?"

I nodded and then stood as well, "so am I, Brock. Just going with it, I mean. I think I'll go get changed now to."

I went inside and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. The ladies had preceded me and were already in the room, with the door ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside. 'C' was hugging my wife, and petting her hair, murmuring something to her as she pushed Jen's dress straps down off of her shoulders. I watched as 'C' stood back and let the dress fall, exposing my wife to both of us.

Jen caught sight of me standing there, "Jesus Christ, David!" she exclaimed, "get out of here!"




Mister Gabe Ch. 04



That caught me by surprise, but my reaction was immediate, "fuck off! This is my room more than it is yours!" I strode in and pulled Jen to me, her nipples pressing into my shirt-clad chest. I planted my lips on hers and drove my tongue into hers. She struggled, striking at my shoulders with her fists, to no avail. Eventually I let her go and stood back to see my wife standing there, nude, panting.

"You cannot do that David." 

'C' stepped in between us, looking up at me, "she is right David. You have imposed some unheard of restrictions upon Mister Gabe and his wife, and he is only going to consider abiding by them if you abide by the rest of the rules." She looked over her shoulder at Jennifer who was nodding furiously, "who knows what will happen if you insist on stepping out of the lines drawn." 'C' paused and looked up at me and slowly reached up to push the straps of her own sundress of her own shoulders, "if you really need this right now, then take me David. There are no rules regarding me from Mister Gabe, other than the standard one about me not being able to say 'no' to anyone," and she grinned at me and then glanced up towards the camera that we all knew was recording everything. With that she let her dress fall to the floor, pooling at her feet.

I nodded my head as my gaze switched back and forth from the two naked, beautiful women -- both Mister Gabe's wives and property -- and I responded, "yes. I'm sorry honey," looking at Jen, "that was foolish. I will not touch you again." I turned from both of them and headed into the closet to change. My earlier ebullient mood had been replaced by a very thoughtful one.

By the time I came out, dressed in boxer-style swim trunks with a towel draped over my shoulders, the women were already gone back outside. Briefly I looked out at the patio from the bedroom balcony. Jen was sitting on the couch beside 'C' again, and they were both talking with Erin who was sitting where I had previously been. The rest of the party was still in the pool though I could see that all of the males were trying to surreptitiously steal glances at the women on the couches. I couldn't blame them, even Mike was looking, given the flesh on display.

Erin was in a teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini -- I kid you not -- that presented three triangles to view that just barely covered the interesting bits.

'C' and my wife were in identical, crimson red, one piece bathing suits. The legs were cut up to their waists, and the bosom was slashed down to their navels. When 'C' leaned forward, laughing at something Erin said, I could see that the bathing suit did not cover her back at all. All three of those girls were lovely. Suddenly I had an evil thought, and grinning to myself I headed down the stairs and outside to join them.

As I entered the kitchen Sara was entering through the sliding door to the patio. I met her a foot in from the door. She was in full view of the people outside at the pool, but in the relative gloom of the kitchen I was pretty sure that she couldn't be seen. I snaked one hand behind her neck and grasped her hair, pulling her head backwards. The other hand I pushed down into her bikini bottom, digging my fingers into her dry snatch. She 'ohh'd' and I leaned down to passionately kiss my daughter, pushing my tongue into her mouth and licking all around inside. My daughter did not fight me at all, allowing my fingers to swirl around inside her quickly juicing cunt, and my tongue any liberty with her mouth.

Taking the risk, I suddenly pushed her up against the inside of the glass door and with both hands ripped her bikini top from her body, and then harshly pushed her bottoms to her knees. Sara was wide-eyed and starting to pant. I pulled my suit below my ball sac and with one hand squeezing her right tit, I used the other to position myself at her entrance. Bending my knees slightly, I drove up and into my daughter, lifting her off of the ground and up against the glass door. I didn't say anything, just drove up into her until it dawned on me that we might actually push through the door. Just as suddenly as my attack on my daughter started, I stopped. I stood back, panting, and supported her as she also gained her breath. Neither of us had come, so now we were both on edge. 

Sara stared wildly at me and then lurched forward into my arms and kissed me again. "Anytime, daddy. Anytime, anything." And then she giggled, "but now I have to go find another bikini" as she picked up the remains of what I had just torn off of her.

"Go" I commanded, and adjusting my stiff prick back into my suit, I stepped around my daughter and hauled the door open. If anyone had been looking, they would have caught a brief glimpse of Sara standing there in the nude.

I stepped out, and then sauntered over towards the couches. I could see Richard watching me as I walked up behind Erin. My body blocked his view, but both 'C' and Jennifer were intently watching me as if they sensed that I was up to something. I bent over the couch back, behind Erin and she bent her head back to look up at me. Her eyes opened wide as she realized it was me, and she started to say, "oh, Mister Dane, I..."

And I cut her off by twining the fingers of my left hand into her hair -- much as I had just done to my daughter. I held her in place and bent lower over her face. I placed my right hand on her right shoulder and softly started drawing circles there. "Erin, how are you doing?" I queried. She started to speak but I again hushed her, "it is ok girl," and I moved my fingers slowly drawing the circles on her breast bone above her right breast, "I understand that you have a boyfriend? Richard, is it?" Erin struggled to nod her head at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" I continued in a menacing tone.

This time she squeaked, "Mister Dane, I am sooo sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid. W...we just started going out this summer."

This shocked me a bit and I released her hair and pulled my hand from her, moving around the couch to sit beside her, "why 'afraid'?" 

"Mister Dane, yes I am...I want to be yours...but...and well...I like Richard."

I swivelled on my seat so that I was facing her. From one side I could see Jen and 'C' watching me intently. From the other corner of my eye I could see Erin's boyfriend still casting glances our way. But he could only see the tops of our heads, with the rest blocked by the back of the couch. I leaned in towards Sara's best friend, "you are mine Erin. You should ask me before you do anything." With that I boldly pulled her right breast from her bathing suit top and pinched the nipple. "Have you let him feel your tits yet little girl?" I asked.

She slowly nodded her head while biting her upper lip. Christ but that looked sexy!

I tweaked her nipple hard and then pushed my finger down into her bikini bottoms. My fingers were still moist with Sara's juices, and it was immediately obvious that Erin was wet as well. I used my index and ring fingers to spread her cunt lips apart and inserted my saluting finger into her. As I started to swirl around inside her, occasionally pausing to rub on her g-spot, I continued, "has Richard been doing this to you already Erin?"

Again, she nodded. Forget about me having my fingers embedded in this girl, her constant chewing on her lip was driving me mad!

"Have you been fucking your new boyfriend Erin?"

She emphatically shook her head 'no'.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, with the volume of my voice pitched so that only we could hear it. I hooked my finger up into her pussy and lifted her lower body from the couch. Erin came on the spot, shoving her hand into her mouth to stifle her groan as her eyes rolled up into her head. I held her there, jigging her body up and down with my finger hold inside her. She kept coming. 

'C' sat down beside Erin on the other side, and took a grip on my wrist, catching my eye, "he is getting out of the pool, Mister Dane."

I released Erin and 'C' quickly helped her to adjust her suit as she tried to catch her breath. Jen was looking at me with a thoughtful stare that I couldn't decipher.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Richard drying off. I leaned into Erin again and whispered in her ear, "Erin, you are mine. You are my cunt. You gave yourself to me and unless you insist, I will not let you go. Are you insisting?"

She looked at me, and we could both hear the slap of bare feet approaching. "nnooo, Mister Dane. I am your slut," she firmly stated, nodding her head at me. 

She continued to nod at me as I sat back, and her boyfriend sat down on the other side of her in the space that 'C' had vacated when she returned to her seat beside Jen.

We returned to normal for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. All of the boys in the crowd gawked at all of the girls and women, all of the time. I did notice Sara and 'C' talking with my wife at one point in what appeared to be a very serious conversation which ended with 'C' shrugging her shoulders and nodding affirmative to whatever it was.

I also noticed that when Jen went into the house to get some refreshments, 'C' went with her, closely followed by Brock. I couldn't help myself and after a few moments I also slid the door open and stepped into the kitchen. Jennifer was bent over the counter with her breasts hanging feely as her swim suit was hanging on the floor off of one ankle. I noted that this was the position that Mister Gabe had demonstrated to Brock a month earlier. 'C' was standing on the opposite side of the counter from Jen, also naked from the waist up and leaning into my wife. 'C' had one of my wife's tits in each hand, squeezing and pinching them as she had her lips pressed to Jen's lips, sucking on her mouth for all that she was worth. Brock was standing behind my wife pushing his hard cock in and out of her. If 'C' wasn't inhaling all of Jennifer's breath, I'm sure she would have been making enough noise to alert the neighborhood. 

I watched for a moment as my soon-to-be son once again fucked my wife. Then I had an idea. I stepped around the counter behind 'C'. As I came into her view I could see Jen's eyes open wide. My boner was rock hard from everything that had gone on that day already, and the sight of the eighteen year old boy's dick ploughing my wife, so I fished it out of my swim trunks, pulled 'C's suit off of her ass, spread her legs with a light tap of my foot on her ankle, and then simply stepped into her. In a moment I was fucking away at Mister Gabe's concierge/wife in time with the fucking that my wife was getting. Surreal, and erotic. Both Brock and I struggled to keep our noises down, but neither of us lasted long, blowing our loads into the women between us. As we caught our breath, while still inside the cunts in front of us, Brock raised his hand to me, which I immediately high-fived.

Done, we spun the women around and forced them to their knees, although not much 'forcing' was required. They quickly cleaned us up with their mouths, and after adjusting our suits, Brock and I strolled back out on to the patio...shit eating grins on both of our faces.

The day eventually came to an end, and people began to leave. Brock and his buddy were the first out. Molly's friend left next...I could see that in a couple of years both Molly and Tabitha were going to be heart breakers. Erin and Richard were the last. I totally did not think about where either Mike or Molly were, I was too focused on what I was going to do. We stood at the front door, with Sara hugging her friend, and 'C' and Jen standing on the first step of the stairs going upstairs. 

Richard was fidgeting, so I told him to go outside and wait at his car. He looked at Erin who simply motioned him outside. I closed the door and turned to Erin, standing quietly staring at her for a moment. 

"Ok. Slut. Strip."

Erin's eyes flared open, but she barely paused as she quickly stripped out of the cover up and bathing suit that she was wearing. Within a moment she was standing naked before us, with her boyfriend waiting patiently in the driveway.

"Sara, kiss and feel your friend. You needn't be gentle."

Sara, looked at me, then at her best friend. With a smile slowly spreading across her face, she stepped up and embraced Erin in a toe curling kiss, lightly dragging her finger nails across the naked body in front of her.

I let that go for a while, and Erin started moaning.

"Enough," I barked at my daughter. She disengaged from Erin and stepped back. I glanced at 'C', "you, show her what 'not gently' means," I ordered the raven-haired beauty. I did notice that she had been clutching Jennifer's hand, which she released as she now stepped down from the stairs, and up to the tiny woman in front of us. "You," pointing at Sara, "take me out and keep me hard." Now it was Sara's turn for her eyes to flare, but she also immediately dropped to her knees in front of me and proceeded to pull my hard cock from my suit. In a distant location in my mind there was the sound of a sliding door that I didn't pay any attention to.

'C' had stepped up to Erin, and suddenly, without any sort of warning, slapped the girl's breasts with both hands, one after the other. Erin cried out softly. 'C' then stepped up to Erin and dropped to her knees in front of Sara's friend pushing her face into the apex of the girl's thighs. 

Sara had my cock out and was rapidly fisting it, while also licking the pre-cum from the tip and trying to see what 'C' was doing to her friend.

Erin moaned again as 'C' bent in to eat her young pussy.

I grabbed Sara's head and held it between my hands and proceeded to fuck my daughter's mouth while watching Erin being eaten in front of us.

Again, I let this go on for only so long, suddenly pushing my daughter off of my prick so that she fell to her back between Erin and myself. I grabbed 'C's hair and pulled her off of the girl, throatily telling her, "guide me into her." 'C' grabbed my wet cock. I stepped up to Erin and using her tits for hand holds, picked her off of the ground and pushed her up against the door. Confident that 'C' had me positioned properly, I slammed forward, sinking my rampant cock deep into the girl's body. She shrieked momentarily -- she couldn't help herself. For five minutes I drove into her, slamming her up against the door. For five minutes Erin experienced a cock in her cunt for only the second time in her life. She was coming within seconds and continued to come. As I came close I could feel 'C's hand squeezing my balls tightly which unleashed ropes of cum into the girl.

Amazingly, after coming that hard, I stayed hard. Breathing heavily, I leaned into Erin while continuing to pin her to the door by her tits and my cock, and hoarsely said, "Erin, do you want to be my slut?" Her head nodded jerkily up and down. "That means that you don't do anything, with anybody, without my express permission. Even with your boyfriend. I own you and everything that you do. Do you understand that?" 

Again she nodded and whispered, "yes Mister Dane, that is exactly what I want."

Now I withdrew from Erin, and gently lowered her to stand on her own two feet. I looked her in the eye and said, "that is a very big commitment Erin. It is a life commitment, and I think that you are too young to be making that decision yet." Erin started shaking her head and opened her mouth to speak.

Quickly I silenced her with a kiss that turned passionate. "I want you to be my sex slut too, little girl, but you really need to know what you are agreeing to, so this is what we will do. As of this moment I own you. But, your commitment to this will last for only one year -- during which I have complete say over you, and you will do whatever I want, whenever I want it. A year from now I will release you from this commitment. Then you will spend a year on your own. Only after that, two years from now, will we talk about this again. If, at that time, you still truly want to be my slut -- forever -- I will gladly take you back." With that I kissed her once more.

Reaching down I grasped my daughter's hand, hauling her to her feet, "you, come with me." I looked at 'C' and said, "thank you dear. You were most helpful." Then I glanced at my wife who was staring at me with appraising eyes, "if you would be so kind Jennifer, could you please help this girl and deal with the boy?" With that, I led Sara up the stairs and into my bedroom.

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"C" -- August 2011

I was very much surprised a couple of weeks later, just before Sara and Brock's wedding, to once again have my wife come to 'talk to me'.

It was just before midnight in the middle of the week. I had been in bed, asleep for a couple of hours already as it was a busy week at work and I really couldn't afford to be tired.

Shortly before midnight I awoke as a body sat down on the bed beside me. I startled fully awake and I felt a finger pressed against my lips, "shhh, don't worry my sweet. It is just me." I recognized Jennifer's voice and before my eyes could focus in the dim light she reached past me and flicked the bedside table on. Beside me my daughter stirred, and sat up.

"Mom?" Sara asked. As she sat up the sheet fell away from her, revealing her beautiful, pear shaped eighteen year old tits to both of us. Sara had been in the habit of sleeping with me at least two or three nights a week. Tonight we were just sleeping together, but many other times my daughter had taken very seriously her duties to fulfil her absent mother's 'wifely' duties. Every time her mother had woken her with a kiss the next morning in sufficient time for her to scoot back to her room before Mike or Molly could catch her in the wrong room. 

"Hello dear," Jennifer responded. "I'm glad you are here. I have a very important favour to ask of you and your dad," and she smiled at me. "You see, ever since 'that night', when Mister Gabe put nails in my breasts, 'C' has been on the outs with Mister Gabe. Tonight he had taken me up to his play room," and she looked at Sara to see if she understood, to which she nodded. "'C' was with us, like normal, and he told her to strap me down on the table. She got a look on her face and then questioned Mister Gabe 'why'. He didn't like that...didn't like being questioned at all." Jennifer took a deep breath. "He hit her -- but that wasn't too bad, he does that to us sometimes. Then he ordered her to strap me down again...I was already nude and laying on the table. She refused until he told her why. Mister Gabe hit her again and told her that it was time for him to put some jewellery on me. Nipple rings and a cunt ring -- that is what he said...'cunt ring'."

I started to protest and my wife shushed me again. Sara had curled up against me at this point and my hand naturally drifted from her shoulder to her tit, softly squeezing and playing with it. Jennifer blinked at the casual nature of my fondling of our daughter.

Jennifer kept talking, "'C' refused. I know...I can't imagine 'refusing' an order...but that is what she did. She told Mister Gabe that she had seen the tape and heard what I told you. She said that she knew you -- does she Dave? -- and that you would make sure that he -- Mister Gabe -- never saw me again." Jennifer took another deep breath. "He kicked me out and slammed the door on the play room. I know that he is beating 'C' to within an inch of her life right now...but that really isn't the problem. She has been talking back to Mister Gabe ever since 'that night'. I know that he is going to release her, and he is going to do it tonight, or very soon."

"When he does, Dave, she is going to need a place to stay...at least for a while. Her ex-husband is long gone, and she has no one else." My wife suddenly sobbed causing both Sara and I to immediately take her into our arms, "I love her like a sister David...like the sister that I never had. We have to do something for her."




Mister Gabe Ch. 04



At that moment we were both startled to hear the door in the closet slam open -- the door that connects Mister Gabe's place to my bedroom. All three of us stared as the inner door opened. Mister Gabe, naked to the waist and in bare feet, came striding through dragging the raven haired 'C' by the hair -- her feet barely touching the ground. Standing there, back lit by the closet light behind him he looked menacing. My wife jumped to her feet, her hands clutched at her mouth. Sara immediately threw herself into my arms, the sheet dropping completely from her, exposing her body to all. 'C' was on her knees with her hands tied behind her. Her body was covered in red welts, her breasts red and angry-looking from the obvious abuse. Her abdomen and thighs showed similar signs -- evidence that the black bastard had hit her, repeatedly with both hands and whip. 

He threw her bodily on the bed snarling, "this fucking bitch is no longer mine. She has refused me, and told me of things that I 'cannot' do once too often. You can keep her, kill her, throw her away. I do not fucking care." Then, glaring at me he strode to my wife and grabbed her by the hair and continued, "this cunt IS MINE", and began dragging her back the other way. He stopped abruptly at the doorway, turning to face me..."you fucked with her" pointing at 'C', and then shaking Jen by the hair, "you are fucking with my life Dane! I am getting very tired of it." He turned to go, hesitated, turning back. He growled "that bitch has convinced me that there are some limits that I don't like, but will have to live with. I will...for now anyway. But rest assured Dane, you will feel the pinch as well." With that, still dragging my un-protesting wife by the hair, he left through the door, again slamming it behind himself.

'C'...Cynthia...lay naked, huddled in upon herself on the foot of the bed with her wrists securely tied behind her back. She wasn't crying, but she was staring, wide-eyed, at me as she struggled to her knees. With little hesitation I threw my covers aside, and with Sara still hanging on me, I pulled Cynthia onto my lap. I could see the red welts rising all over her body -- but her face was unmarked. I folded her into my arms, hugging her tightly, causing her to groan a bit as I pressed into some of her bruises. Sara was sitting up on her knees beside me for a moment but then gently eased herself into a hug encompassing both of us.

Cynthia lifted her head and looked at me. "Hush," I said, "no talking...you are home with us for as long as you want to be," and I softly kissed her lips. I thought to myself that I needed to be gentle with her, but the sight of the beaten beauty trussed up on my lap had my prick rising to attention. Sara began to work at Cynthia's bonds and I shook my head whispering, "not yet, Sara." I bent over Cynthia again and after kissing her again, I whispered to her, "do you want to be 'mine'? You know what I mean?"

She didn't hesitate, "yes, Mister Dane, please agree to own me. Please!"

I smiled. Again I kissed Cynthia slowly on the lips, and murmured to myself, "so Mister Dane, you have lost one, but gained two beautiful women -- Erin, and now Cynthia."

My daughter whispered, "no daddy. You haven't 'lost' mom...she will be yours again. And, it isn't just two women that you own. Erin, Cynthia...and...me."

I looked up into my daughter's eyes. "Are you sure of that Sara? Do you really want me to 'own' you?" I moved my hand down to Cynthia's breast and squeezed it, slowly moving my fingers down to the inflamed nipple which I pinched and twisted eliciting a groan from her. I spoke directly to Cynthia, looking her squarely in the eyes, "Cynthia, I happily accept you as my owned slut." Then I looked up again at Sara, "you heard me talk with Erin, and you know what 'ownership' means."

"Yes, by all means daddy. And don't give me any of that one year bullshit. I'm old enough -- I am getting married next weekend -- and I 'know' what I want. I want you to own me, tell me what to do, when to do it. I want to be your slut in absolutely every way you can imagine! Now and forever!"

I looked down at my captive Cynthia. I slowly arose from the bed and positioned her on her back with her head hanging just off of the edge of the bed. Then I slapped her lightly on the face, commanding "open." And, "Sara, put my prick in this whore's mouth." Sara leaned in and took hold of my stiff cock, positioning it so that as I slid forward, it slid into Cynthia's mouth. I didn't stop until my balls were resting on her nose. Mister Gabe had certainly trained her to swallow dick.

Next I lay my full weight on the woman, my cock buried to the max, my elbows on her stomach and my head resting in my hands. My legs were hanging off the bed. I started moving in her mouth, short sharp strokes, pulling back once in a while to allow her to grab a hurried breath through her nose. Cynthia was obviously very uncomfortable with my weight pressing down on her abused belly, but I was making a point.

"You see Sara, while I love you as my daughter, if you truly become my slave, I will also use you as a simple cum bucket...a receptacle for me to comfortably lodge my cock in...something -- not someone -- something that I use for pleasure, to relax, or simply because I'm in a foul mood." Suddenly I changed my easy rhythm in and out of Cynthia's mouth, now slowly pulling out almost to the tip, and then slamming my pelvis forward, forcing my cock down her throat. I did that for a couple of minutes, starting to break a sweat, as my daughter watched. Finally I just grabbed Cynthia's legs and pulled them farther on to the bed so that I could climb fully onto the bed as well. My prick never left her mouth, and I just settled down on her with my full weight in her mouth and leaning on her abdomen. I stopped moving and looked at my daughter, "you know as well, that if I 'own' you, your relationship with Brock will never be what you expected. He may not like it. You could lose him." 

I paused as Cynthia started to squirm -- she couldn't breathe. Casually I placed one hand on her pussy and began to pull at her nether lips. Sharp tugs, followed by massage, repeat.

Sara spoke in a hushed tone as she watched her father abuse the woman, "daddy, I have thought about it. Actually I thought you already 'owned' me. Me and Brock have talked about it... a lot. I...I'm sure it would be ok...after all, the way he uses mom all the time..."

Cynthia was trying not to move, but with the lack of oxygen her body was starting to twitch beyond her ability to control it. "I understand Sara, but I think you may find the reality more than you want. How will you feel being denied something you want to do, when you want to do it? How will you feel about being told to do something with someone you don't want to do it with, or at a time that doesn't feel right to you? How do you think Brock will feel being denied his wife...because someone else -- me -- tells him 'no'?"

"Dad. This is something I want," she asserted, looking directly into my eyes.

"Ok." I pulled myself from Cynthia's mouth without cumming, and sat her up on the bed. As I untied her arms I whispered in her ear, "that was wonderful Cynthia. Thank you for being such a willing training aide." I looked at my daughter again as I massaged Cynthia's arms and cuddled her into my body, "Ok Sara. I accept you as my property. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. You do not do anything without my express prior permission." I thought to myself that this might actually help in keeping the black fucking bastard off of my daughter. "After your wedding, you will be able to have sex -- any way you want it -- with your new husband. But. Only after you expressly ask me, in front of Brock. He will have to understand that he uses you at my pleasure. Also, and no argument from you little lady, this agreement will be exactly like Erin's...it lasts for one year, and then we decide, together, if you want to remain 'owned' by me for the rest of our lives."

My daughter frowned a bit as I talked, and then really frowned at the end. But eventually she simply leaned into me, over Cynthia, and kissed me on the lips. "Thank you Daddy. I now 'belong' to you. I am now officially your sex slut...along with Erin and Cynthia."

"Good," I stated, and stood up from the bed. "Take Cynthia here to your room now. Tomorrow, get up early and go next door with her to retrieve anything she wants and help her bring them back here. Move her into your room, and you move into the guest suite now -- rather than waiting until after the wedding. We'll tell the kids that we've hired 'C' away from Mister Gabe and she works for us helping us stay on track. The new school year is starting soon and both your mother and I will be very busy and will be able to use Cynthia's help," I finished, nodding to myself.

Amazingly, there were no arguments. They got up to leave. Just like I ordered them to. Huh. 

As they got to the door I said, "one more thing. 'C', tomorrow I want you to draft a letter to the black bastard telling him that I am removing his AV gear from Sara's bedroom and the guest room...and that it is non-negotiable. The only bedroom he gets to peek into is this one. I'll sign it, you deliver it, and then you make sure that it happens within the day. Now go."

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Sara and Brock get married -- August 2011

The day was going to be a anouther hot sunny August day. But all week had been like that. 

As the sun came up I was sitting on the bedroom balcony sipping a coffee that 'C' had delivered to me as I awoke. Actually, I woke up early because she was suctioning my morning boner with her mouth -- absolutely the best way to wake up. She was dressed in a threadbare nightgown -- a cast off of Sara's -- as it had turned out that 'C' didn't have any night clothes of her own. Mister Gabe had insisted on her nudity at night whether she was in his bed or not.

She looked very pleasant with her obviously unrestrained breasts swinging under her nightgown as she bobbed up and down on my prick. 

That view had made me think...Jen had always worn a bra under her shirts. Since Mister Gabe's arrival, she hadn't been. I hadn't thought much of it, other than to appreciate her always hard nipples speaking to everybody through her shirts all of the time. Sara had been likewise conservative around home -- until this week. Now that Cynthia was living with us, it was very obvious to everybody -- including Mike and Molly I'm sure -- that all of the females in the household were bouncing their unrestrained breasts around with headlights on most of the time. I certainly liked it, but was unsure how it would affect the kids -- especially my hormone drive son. I would have to pay attention to that. 

I didn't help 'C' out at all -- letting her do all of the work. When I came, she made a production of showing the pool of cum on her tongue before swallowing it and licking her lips. She told me, with a saucy grin, that now that she was fed, my breakfast and morning coffee was on the sideboard and that I could take my time waking up. She would be back in a couple of hours to help dress me in time to leave for the church...otherwise I was to stay up here and out of everybody else's way. 

A while later I heard someone moving in the bedroom and then the door opened and out walked my wife. Jennifer was wearing a house coat loosely tied. I raised my eyebrows in question to her. She bent over me and gave me a kiss. She paused and glanced up at the spot where I had torn Mister Gabe's camera out of the wall, and then knelt down beside me and took my head in her hands pulling me into the kind of passionate kiss that we haven't shared since I held her head while Mister Gabe fucked her mouth on their 'wedding day'. Momentarily I was shocked, but quickly recovered, pulling her onto my lap and returning the kiss with all of the passion that I had been denying for so long -- no sex, just kissing.

Eventually we came up for breath and Jen said, "I'm so glad you pulled out that camera, and I'm surprised that it took me this long to realize the possibilities. Look" and she pointed down to the patio where we could see Molly looking up at us. She was also in a nightgown and was grinning broadly as she waved at us. We waved back, also smiling at our youngest daughter.

"I love you David," my wife whispered to me.

"Let's end this crap with the black bastard," I said back. She smiled at the term I used to describe Mister Gabe. Although I had been calling him that for months, I guess this was the first time that she'd heard me say it.

"No dear. You gave me to him, and we have an agreement." She paused, "to repeat, I 'love' you David Dane. But. I also love what Mister Gabe is doing to me. The freedom I have because all decisions are totally out of my control. I am loving all of that too. The things that I have experienced, the boundaries that I have crossed...I guess that there really are no boundaries anymore." She giggled and continued, "and you, my fine man, you have thrown away some boundaries too, and you cannot tell me that you aren't enjoying the new life as well. At least some of it," and she pouted the last at me. "After all, now, not only are you fucking our daughter, I understand from 'C' that you actually 'own' Sara. And you own 'C'...by the way, thank you so much for taking care of her...and, as you showed me, you 'own' little Erin." She paused to lean in and kiss me again, "when Mister Gabe gives me back to you, we will be a really big, really happy family with no hang ups." With a momentary frown she finished, "we will have to think about what to do about Molly and Mike...but that is a worry for another day."

What could I say to all of that?

"Anyway," and she abruptly stood up, "I'm sure that my other man will be wondering what I am doing out here so long. I am going to have a shower and then get dressed. Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?"

"No, not yet. 'C' will come up to 'dress me' when it is time. I'm just supposed to stay out of the way." My wife laughed at me and left.

An hour later Erin appeared at the doorway. Being Sara's Maid of Honour meant that she had come to the house early to be with the bride throughout the day. She was already dressed in her bride's maid dress -- a silky cream coloured halter that hung from her neck on spaghetti straps exposing a tantalizing amount of bust, that went down to mid-thigh -- and balancing another cup of coffee on a tray for me. She smiled sweetly at me as she put down the tray and handed me the cup, "does the father of the bride require any other service of me right now?"

I declined with a smile and she went back to her maiden duties.

About mid-morning 'C' reappeared, still dressed as before but with a dress draped over her arm. I gestured at it and asked, "what are you wearing lovely woman?"

She smiled and held up a maid's dress against herself.

I was a little puzzled, "that looks like what Erin was wearing?"

"Yes," she beamed at me, "Sara asked me to stand up for her earlier this week when you sent us back to her room...the night I moved in. Actually, she had asked me the day you raped Erin at the front door," she said with a smile, "and I was pleased but didn't commit at the time. When I became part of the family, I was happy to stand up for her." Suddenly she frowned, "Mister Dane, I'm so sorry. I didn't ask your permission first."

Quickly I moved to quell that, standing up and folding her into my arms, "hush...you didn't have to. As you said, you are part of the family now...that gives you a certain leeway." I smiled at her, "I am only a little surprised, and actually quite pleased. Yes. I am happy that Sara wants you in her bridal party."

'C's smile returned in all of its glory, and she grabbed my arm, pulling me into the bedroom before carefully setting the dress on the bed. "I need to wash you and then dress you. Take your clothes off," she ordered with a smile.

As the last of my clothes hit the floor 'C' pulled her nightshirt off of her lovely body and she dropped to her knees in front of me. She lifted my quickly rising cock in her hand and licked the tip. "Does Mister Dane need to cum first?"

I shook my head, "no 'C', I'm saving that for later."

"Ok," was the response as she stood again after a parting lick. "Then let's get you cleaned and dressed." So we did. Or, she did. All I did was stand there in the shower while she cleaned every inch. Then she shaved me, and dressed me. 

Not long after that, those of us in the bridal party were at the curb outside the house preparing to board the stretch limo that I had rented. Brock and Tim were coming from his folks' house. All of the rest -- Richard, Mike, Molly and Jennifer had 'caught a ride' with Mister Gabe who, against my wishes, was invited to Sara's wedding. Jen's parents -- who rounded out the bride's 'family' were going there straight from their place. 

Sara looked gorgeous. Her white wedding gown -- and mentally I chuckled at that...Sara definitely no longer had the right to wear white -- was a vision of simple elegance. Similar to the maid's dresses worn by 'C' and Erin, it was a halter held up by thin straps tied behind her neck. Of course, instead of silky cream colour, it was satiny white. The skirt portion was a little longer, coming down to her knees, under which were white nylons. She also had a tiara-like affair on her head to which was attached a short train that Erin would have to hold up as she walked, and a veil that she would lower once we got to the church.

I motioned 'C' and Erin to proceed us into the limo, and then helped my daughter in. Once I was settled, I found the controls and raised the partition between the driver and us...although I did leave the sound on so that he could hear us. 

The girls were giggling and talking while I sat in the corner and contemplated the events coming today. The limo pulled away and once out of our neighborhood I cleared my throat, and looked at my daughter, "you are a vision of loveliness today Sara." 

I bent over to kiss her only to meet her flailing hands as she warded me off, "daddy, you'll mess up my make-up!" I let a frown come over my face as I grabbed her hands, holding them tightly.

"What do I care about that?" I growled at her. Her eyes widened. I glanced across at Erin, who was likewise staring at me wide-eyed, and 'C' who had a simple 'knowing' expression on her face.

'C' said, "I can fix her up Mister Dane," and she began looking into her small purse.

I looked back at my daughter and pulled her closer still holding her hands in one of mine. With the other I reached under the side of her wedding halter top and gripped her nipple, squeezing it hard. "It is all about what I want my lovely daughter, NOT about what you want." With that I leaned into her, still pulling on her nipple and drew my tongue across her lips very effectively smearing her lipstick across her cheek. I could see a tear forming in her eye but hardened myself. Maybe, just maybe, she would start to understand what being 'owned' meant.

Releasing Sara, I sat back, motioning 'C' to attend her. Amazingly quickly, 'C' had my daughter 'fixed up'.

Once again I looked at my daughter to find her staring at me with an expression that I could not decipher. "Sara," I said softly, "this is your last chance today. Do you want me to release you? If you don't now, I will not give you the opportunity again."

To my amazement my daughter slowly shook her head 'no'. "Daddy, I understand what I committed to, and I do want you to 'own' me...today and forever. I am yours," and she bounced forward into my lap to kiss me passionately again.

"So be it," I said with a smile for my possession.

When we were done and Sara had returned to her own seat, 'C' sighed and once again moved forward to fix the bride.




Mister Gabe Ch. 04



The trip to the church, which was downtown near the Castle, would take us about another fifteen minutes I estimated. "Sara, you are lovely in that dress." I paused. "What are you wearing under it?"

"Well daddy, you already know that I don't have any bra. I do have on the matching silk panties that go with the dress though."

I frowned, and looked at Erin, "you are her maid of honour. Get over here and take her panties off." Looking at Sara again I stated bluntly, "no slut of mine gets to wear underwear of any type, at any time -- except during her monthly. Clear?" 'C' nodded somewhat smugly, as if this was an argument that she had already had with Sara. Erin stopped in the process of kneeling in front of Sara, and in the cramped confines of the limo quickly reached under her dress to pull off her creamy coloured panties. With a rueful and apologetic grin to me she cast the panties aside and then knelt in front of her best friend and lifted her wedding gown out of the way. Sara obediently lifted her butt off of the seat so that Erin could pull her offending underwear off. I put my hand on Erin's shoulder, "give those to me...I may have use of them later. Oh, and leave her dress up. I want to see my cunt's cunt while we drive."

The little girl obligingly handed me Sara's panties which I put into my suit coat pocket and then tucked in my daughter's wedding gown so that we could all see her clean shaven pussy. Erin started to move back to her seat when I stopped her again, "Erin, honey...is my daughter wet?" Erin looked at me, blinking slowly, then knelt again and placed her fingers on her best friend's nether lips. Again she looked at me, as she slowly inserted her finger, and nodded.

"I see that you have one finger in my girl's cunt. Can you get two in there Erin?" She did.

"Nice. How about three?" She did, and Sara began to moan.

"Ok, now I want four." Erin immediately pushed four fingers into my daughter's cunt. Erin looked up at me, and then at 'C' who knelt beside her. 'C' swatted at Sara's exposed thigh and told her to 'lift'. Sara obediently lifted her ass off of the seat. 'C' pushed her wedding gown away from under her saying, "you don't want to stain this dress honey...at least not yet...ok, down." 'C' returned to her seat.

"Very good Erin, and thank you 'C'. But I want more. You have tiny hands, so I want you to push your whole hand into my daughter." Erin blinked again, but curled her thumb into her palm and then shoved her whole hand into Sara's dripping cunt. In only a moment the little girl was buried up to her wrist. Sara was into continuous moans now briefly escalating to a shriek as her friend initially impaled her.

"Excellent Erin. Now pump her...good...good. Keep pumping her. You have about five minutes until we get to the church. I want you to keep pumping Sara until we get there. But!" and I locked eyes with Erin, "if you let her cum I will strip you bare and whip you until your skin comes off! Do you understand!"

Erin did a fantastic job, keeping my Sara on the edge all the way to the church. She would pump her hard, sometimes burying her short arm halfway to the elbow, and then stop cold, forcing my daughter away from the orgasmic cliff. She did that at least three times, the last being just as we were pulling into the front of the church. My daughter was practically hyper-ventilating with a rosy red glow about her face and the exposed portion of her chest. Her nipples were so hard that it was very obvious to anyone who looked at her. 

The limo stopped and without any hesitation I opened the door and stepped out, leaving the door open behind me as if to allow the girls to follow. I'm sure that anyone looking our way would have wondered at the flurry of skirts evident behind me in the limo. I just grinned to myself and then smiled and waved at people. 

Eventually we were all out of the limo, and with Sara still trying to catch her breath, Erin led us in to the church, and then to a small room just off of the reception room where we were to wait until the crowd was seated and the groom and his 'men' were in place. She closed the door behind us and then both 'C' and Erin started working on my daughter again to repair the damage done during the limo ride. 

I quietly departed, murmuring that I would find her mother and bring her back, and left to find the room that Brock and company were in. I had to have a chat with the boy who was going to marry my daughter today. 

The noise in the reception area was considerable as the crowd was slow in being escorted to their seats. I wound my way through, greeting those that I recognized. It turned out that Brock was in an identical room off of the reception area, only about forty feet from where I had left the bride. As I approached the closed door I could see the towering Mister Gabe standing there, with his hand casually draped over Jennifer's shoulders. Jen was wearing a dress similar in colour to the bride's maids, but her dress was a simple wrap that draped across her shoulders and descended in a 'v' in front displaying the top halves of her breasts, and clasped at waist level. The hem hung down knee length. It was very respectable looking, except for the headlights shining through. Once again my wife was not wearing a bra. 

He saw me coming and grinned amiably which threw me a little because I didn't think that he held me in very high regard given everything that had happened. But he just grinned.

I got to the door and he leaned down to whisper in my wife's ear, nipping gently at the lobe as he did. I just know that there were people there who could see what he was doing to her right in front of my face. He grinned again and then reached down to open the door, motioning me to lead the way in.

I stepped in to the small room and shook both Brock's and Tim's hands. Then I was gently pushed aside as Mister Gabe, still with his left arm draped over my wife's shoulder, offered his hand to Brock. Then he turned slightly and very deliberately dropped his hand to Jennifer's left tit and began groping it over her dress. My wife just stood there beaming at Brock's best man. Mister Gabe offered his hand introducing himself, "I don't believe that we've met. My name is Gabriel Black. This," another squeeze on my wife's boob, "is my wife, Jennifer." We could all see the confusion on Tim's face as he started to turn red while not being able to tear his eyes off of my wife. "Oh yes, my boy, this is my wife. She maintains the fiction of being married to Sara's father for her children's sake, but since you are our Brock's friend, I'm sure it is ok that you know the truth."

With that he turned slightly again to face Brock, "Brock, my boy, she is my pre-wedding gift to you." Mister Gabe removed his hand from Jen and shuffled her forward to stand just in front of Brock. "Wouldn't you like one more crack at this married pussy before you get hitched yourself?" he said with a leer.

Brock actually stepped back in the small space that he had. "n...nn...no, actually, Mister Gabe. You see, I am saving myself today for Sara. But thank you, thank you very much." That actually caught me by surprise. Then he continued, "but Mister Gabe, sir, if you don't mind. My friend here, Tim, is still a vir...he, uh, he would...Mister Gabe, could I let Tim have her instead?"

The evil fucking black bastard just grinned down on Brock and then looked at Tim, "why certainly my boy," and he stepped back against the wall and continued, "Brock, you know what to do."

Brock glanced at me a moment, and then at his friend before looking directly at Jennifer...the woman who would be his mother in about an hour. "Ok," he said hesitantly, and then he started again, with more confidence, "ok, cunt, we want to see you. Take off your dress." I could hear the gasp from Tim.

Jennifer continued to smile -- although I could tell it was a bit strained as her glance flicked over to me for a moment - and then simply undid the clasp at her waist and shrugged out of her dress. Other than thigh-high stockings held up by a garter, and her shoes, she was now standing nude in front of the two boys. "Go ahead and feel up the whore," Brock prodded his friend. "She will do whatever, and I mean whatever, you want her to do."

Timothy was hesitant at first, but he was no wall flower and the prospect of his first pussy quickly brought the man out of the boy. His hands were on and all over my wife as he inexpertly but thoroughly mouth fucked her with his tongue. After a moment Mister Gabe stated, "here boy, you don't have all day. Fuck the bitch." A pause, "turn around Jennifer and lean on me." My wife did as commanded with Mister Gabe's large black hands supporting her upper body by holding on to her tits. He then motioned for Tim to step up.

Tim's prick was out of his dress pants and into my wife's hot box in a flash. Then the boy just turned on the juice and pumped her at full speed while her black master held her in place.

I stepped back to lean against the wall and motioned Brock over to join me. While we both watched my wife get fucked by his friend, I asked Brock, "did Sara and you talk?"

He looked at me, and then nodded, "yes. We did. I understand that you own her, and I'm ok with it."

I was puzzled, given how I felt about Jennifer's ownership by the black bastard, "I don't understand how you could be 'ok' with it?"

Brock squared himself and faced me, "honestly Mister Dane, at first I wasn't. But, the truth is, I love Sara desperately. I know that I cannot live without her. So, I decided that I would rather have her this way -- at your discretion -- rather than to never have her at all." Holy Fuck! From the mouth of a babe...I had just heard the defining reason that I had to continually keep front and center in my brain. I looked over at my wife again and saw that Tim was all clenched up, obviously enjoying the first fuck of his life. Being honest with myself, the scene was highly erotic. My beautiful, nude wife was leaning over supporting herself on the arms of her 'husband', his large very black hands superimposed upon her firm, very white breasts. I could see her ring finger, missing the wedding ring that I had put there so many years ago. Her face was aglow and she was emitting short, soft grunts in time with the boy's penis pistoning into her, and... I had to admit that that woman over there was my first 'love'. Mentally I resolved that if Brock could do it for Sara, then I certainly could for Jen.

Wordlessly, but nodding, I pulled Sara's panties from my pocket and handed them to Brock. "My cunt is not allowed to wear underwear. See that she doesn't." I turned to leave the room, but stopped at the door and said in a tone that I knew the black bastard wouldn't be able to hear, "remember that in the ceremony when I 'give' my daughter to you, really I am not. Remember to ask permission boy. Always." With that I pulled the door open and slipped out trying to minimize the chance for Jennifer to be seen.

The crowd outside was thinning as they made their way to their seats. I hurried back to the room that the females were in and let myself in. They all looked at me with expectant expressions. "I just talked with Brock," I looked directly at Sara, "and we understand each other." I paused and looked at each of my women, "we do not have much time left before the ceremony starts, and we have one more very important thing to do. 'C', I want you to stand in front of my daughter so that she can hold on to you. Erin," I continued with my directions, "move that train out of the way, and pull up my daughter's dress from behind." Both moved. "Now Sara," and I moved behind her, unzipping my dress pants and pulling my stiff boner out, "bend over girl, and spread your legs some."

Sara took her position as directed and looked over her shoulder at me as I lined up with her open and still wet cunt. "Daddy?" she questioned in a concerned voice.

"Be quiet whore," I growled, and slapped her ass. Then, gripping her by the hips I plowed into my daughter. I wasn't subtle. I wasn't soft. I wasn't trying to be either. I just drove into her at full speed, and kept going. Erin kept her dress out of the way, and 'C' did a fine job supporting my little girl. Sara rested her forehead on 'C's chest and whimpered as I took her forcefully. "You see, Sara... I want my cum in you, and dripping down your legs as you get married today. I want you to 'feel' my ownership, and to 'know' that I am letting another man marry you." I was getting very close, my breathing becoming ragged in time with Sara's gasps. "and if, IF, I let Brock see you nude later, I want him to see the dried evidence of my ownership. IF I let him play with you, the first thing that he will have to do is lick my cum from your body." And I came.

As our breathing settled, I could hear a knock at the door. Holding myself in my daughter for one more moment, "you should know Sara, that Brock declined the opportunity to screw your mother just now saying that he wanted to save himself for you. He did give Jen to Tim though." I withdrew and just before the door open I zipped up and Sara stood with Erin helping to straighten her dress.

In came Mister Gabe and a flushed Jennifer. He said, "the boys are taking their position at the front of the church. We are going to take our seats now." He looked at me, glanced at Erin, and leered possessively at Sara, "I look forward to taking you tonight girl," he stated. Then he looked softly at 'C', and as if nothing had happened earlier this week he said, "'C', come give me a big kiss."

'C' looked him square in the eye and simply said "no" before turning away to adjust Sara's veil.

I was grinning broadly as Mister Gabe's eyes flared at that before he abruptly grabbed my wife and left the room.

We all settled, and the ladies made final adjustments to my daughter who kept glancing at me with an odd look in her eye. 

Anouther knock on the door and we were informed that everybody was ready. The music started and we headed out with 'C' in front, followed by Erin. I stopped Sara and held her in my arms for a moment and then softly said, "regardless of anything else, my daughter, I truly love you and will do anything necessary to protect you." 

She smiled radiantly up at me, "I know that Daddy. I love you more than you can possibly imagine. Thank you."

Following the other two, and in time to the wedding march, we paced ourselves into the church and down the aisle. At the front of the church was the pastor and standing in front of him were Brock, the nervous groom, Tim, his best man still obviously flustered from his encounter with my wife, and my son Mike who was also standing up for Brock. As we slowly paced down the aisle I could see a large crowd on the 'groom's' side of the church and a much smaller one on the 'bride's' side. In the front pew I could see Molly sitting next to the aisle -- already madly taking pictures. Right beside her was Jennifer's mother and next to her was her father. Then Jennifer and the space that I would sit at once I handed my daughter over to Brock.

The next row, to my surprise, held MP and his wife and Mister Gabe sitting directly behind Jennifer.

The other rows held a mix of Sara's friends from school, some of Jen's friends, and again to my surprise, other members of Mister Gabe's 'family' that I had met while 'introducing' Jen to them at Mister Gabe's honeymoon party. I could even see Stephanie and Drew -- Mister Gabe's daughter and her husband.

We got to the front and the pastor did his thing and I placed my daughter's hand in Brock's and turned away to my seat. As I sat down I noticed that Jennifer and her mom both had small tears in their eyes. I grinned to myself. 

The ceremony proceeded. Through-out the service I could see Sara fidgeting and imagined it was at least partially due to my cum slowly dripping down her inner thighs. Made me smile.

The pastor was taking the bride and groom through their vows when I heard Mister Gabe shift forward behind us. His arm appeared over the seat back and first, removed my wife's hand from where it was resting in mine -- we had been holding hands. Then he leaned his head in to Jen's ear and started whispering to her in a voice that I could hear but that I hoped no one else could. "Jennifer, my wife, our daughter is so beautiful." His hand drifted down from her shoulder and slid under the top of her dress to softly squeeze her naked breast underneath. Jennifer's father, sitting next to her, jerked but did not do anything else. From where I was sitting I could not be sure if he observed the invasion of the black hand into his daughter's dress. Mister Gabe was subtle about it, but I could sure as fuck see him, and if the pastor looked our way he would be able to as well! Mister Gabe continued, "tonight we will take her to our bed, and she will become my slut." He squeezed her breast harder eliciting a small whimper from Jennifer. "Are you looking forward to seeing our daughter naked and legs spread on our bed, my cock driving deep into her young pussy as much as I am, cunt?"

I was looking directly at my wife and found her to be looking past Mister Gabe's head at me. She nodded her head and said, "yes, my husband, I am looking forward to my daughter being your slut." She smiled slightly at me and as Mister Gabe withdrew his hand and slid back on his seat she faced forward to watch the 'I do's' take place.

In a moment, Sara was married to Brock. Pandemonium set in. Pictures were taken. People were everywhere as the happy couple made their way outside to the limo waiting to take them to the reception at the Castle. I just let them go. 

I was a very proud papa. Proud of my daughter, and even though I was pissed at Mister Gabe for his daring public pawing of my wife, I was proud of Jennifer's double entendre in answering Mister Gabe. He was going to be sooo shocked. I was looking forward to the expression on his face.

A number of hours later we were at the Castle. The official pictures had been taken, and the reception dinner consumed. I found myself leaning on the balustrade of the wrap around balcony staring in through the windows as the tables were rearranged to make way for the dancing to come.

The dinner had been interesting.

The bride and groom had departed the church in their limo.

Erin, 'C', Mike, Molly, Tim, myself and Jen crammed into a second limo -- effectively separating us from Mister Gabe -- for the trip over. When we arrived we took the elevator up to the reception room which was already filling up with people. I had Jen on my arm, very much the husband and wife couple, and we headed to our table near the front, Molly in tow. The others, being in the bridal party went to find Sara and Brock so that they could all enter together.

At our table I found Jen's parents sitting with Mister Gabe. He had been chatting with them, but arose as we arrived. He shook my hand, and gave Molly a hug, his hands pulling her in close. Then he hugged Jennifer, letting his hands drop to mildly squeeze her butt. I'm pretty sure that no one saw that but we all saw him give her a solid kiss directly on the lips. Jen's parents' eyes almost bugged out as they saw their daughter kissing the black bastard. Oddly, I didn't notice any surprise on Molly's face. 

As everybody else sat I grabbed Mister Gabe by the arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "don't do that tonight...not here...with all of these people here." 

He looked at me and smirked, "I said you would feel the pinch Dane. Get used to it. I do whatever I want with my wife."

We sat, Mister Gabe beside Jen's dad, then Jennifer -- guided to her seat by Mister Gabe -- then me. Molly rounded out the round table setting by sitting between me and Jen's mom.

In about fifteen minutes most guests were settled and the bridal party entered. They went up on the dais upon which the head table was set -- so everyone in the room could see them. Brock picked up the full wine glass that was sitting on the table in front of him. He raised the glass and thanked everyone for coming and then asked everyone to join him in the first drink. Everyone at the head table raised full wine glasses and drank them down...including Mike.




Mister Gabe Ch. 04



At tables all around the room I could see folks scrambling to fill wine glasses from the bottles on their table. At ours, every glass was already full, except mine. Setting aside my puzzlement, I poured from the full bottle of a California red that I recognized, and then tilted the wine back into my mouth as I noted another bottle, already empty, sitting across the table. We all drank, and then the noise started as people began to talk, and servers entered the room with dinner.

Mister Gabe was still holding his glass, and took a sip, as I had. Everybody else at the table, including Molly to my chagrin, had drained their glass. Mister Gabe said, "did you know that I was able to supply all of the wine for the head table?...and ours and Brock's parents' table, of course?" He noted my expression at that and continued, "oh, not you Dane. That is why your glass was empty. I am fully aware that you don't have a taste for my particular vintage." He smiled broadly at me. The black bastard. I looked around the table and noted the momentary fuzziness in the eyes that I now recognized for what it was. Even Molly looked a bit dizzy. I turned furiously towards Mister Gabe and leaned over my wife towards him. He interrupted me, speaking softly, "don't worry David, I don't do children. Molly remains very safe from me." Again he smirked at me.

Suddenly Jen's mom leaned forward across her husband and Mister Gabe and grasped Jennifer's left hand, drawing it towards her, stretching Jen across the intervening laps. "Jennifer Dane, where is your wedding ring?" questioned her mother. I felt my face freeze, mirroring the look on my wife's face.

"I...I...it..." from Jen.

Then, out of nowhere Molly said, "she hasn't been wearing it for months now, Grandma." All of our head's turned toward my daughter as she continued, "right after Mister Gabe came to live next door," and Molly turned her gaze from her Grandmother to look stonily at Mister Gabe. What the fuck did she know!, or think she knew?

Jennifer had gathered herself, "Mom, I broke one of the fittings and lost the stone. David, "and she pulled her hand from her mother's grasp and started to pull back -- but I glimpsed the black bastard's hand that had been kneeding her breast as she leaned over him -- putting her hand in mine on top of the table, "David was so distraught...he still doesn't like to talk about it. But we decided to take advantage of the situation. We can afford 'better' now, so I've sent it in to be repaired and resized to accept a larger stone. They'll also clean it all up. I haven't checked lately, but we don't expect to get it back for a while yet." She pulled her hand from mine and dropped it into her lap, sitting up straight. Her mother seemed appeased by the explanation although I'm sure I caught a questioning look on her father's face to go along with the smirk on Molly's. That girl knew something. 

I settled back into my chair, but our movement had pushed Jen's chair slightly away from the table. I saw her dress move and looked down into her lap. I saw a black hand slowly pulling the hem of my wife's dress up...up to her knees...past her knees... I could see the tops of her garters...and finally I saw Mister Gabe's hand fully expose Jennifer's pussy. I was entranced, watching as next, Mister Gabe slowly, and without any resistance from my wife, slowly spread her thighs a part. I have to admit that, regardless of the public situation that we were in, I was hard. Very hard.

I heard Mister Gabe murmur, "It is ok. This is very natural," and I looked up to see Jennifer's father leaning back in his chair and looking past Mister Gabe at his daughter's lap. His eyes were wide, and his mouth pursed in disapproval for a moment, but as he listened to Mister Gabe his expression softened to acceptance. We both continued watching as the black bastard slowly sunk his finger into my wife and just as slowly swirled it around inside of her. Jennifer leaned forward, leaning on her elbows on the table, staring at her father. Molly's and Jen's mother's attention was on the head table. 

After a moment Mister Gabe withdrew his finger and held up the glistening digit, coated in Jennifer's juices, to her father, "would you like a taste?"

Jen's dad started to shake his head 'no', but then the motion changed to a positive nodding and he leaned sideways so that he could quickly lick his daughter's juices off of Mister Gabe's finger. It took only a moment and he sat back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Mister Gabe leaned in to him, and just loudly enough so that I could catch it said, "you liked that. I bet you've wanted to do that for a long, long time." Jen's dad's head again nodded slowly. "Maybe I can arrange that," Mister Gabe continued, "you see, Jennifer here will do anything I want...and David is fully supportive." I grimaced at that, but what I could I say? 

The servers had finished putting the meals in front of the head table and were now turning their attentions to the rest of us. Mister Gabe quietly told Jen to lift her butt off of the chair and pull her dress up so that she was sitting bare-assed and exposed, and then he told her to lean back in her chair. Her father continued to watch. At that moment a male server appeared. He fumbled, almost dropping the two plates he was carrying, as he leaned over my wife's shoulder and couldn't help but seeing her pussy displayed and the black hand resting so casually, high on her naked white thigh. He was good though, catching himself and then setting down the plates as though it was an everyday occurrence.

The meal proceeded, and as we engaged in conversation and watched the head table I could almost put it out of my mind. Mister Gabe did make a point of either leaving his hand on her thigh, sometimes diddling her nether lips -- eliciting the odd groan that Jen tried to cover -- or just draping his hand possessively over her shoulder. Jen's mother looked daggers at the black man whenever he did that -- she couldn't see what went on under the table -- and Molly just continued to look thoughtful. I would have to have a conversation with her at some point.

Then the clinking of the glasses started...someone in the crowd would clink their wine glass with a spoon, signalling that the bride and groom should stop whatever they were doing and kiss each other. Sara and Brock would stand, embrace and kiss. I thought that the kissing was way more passionate than called for, and wasn't sure whether that feeling was coming from 'dad' or because Sara was mine in a much more non-fatherly relationship.

The clinking kept happening as the dinner progressed until finally what always happens, happened. The clinking started, and Brock just waved at his best man. Tim got up and walked over to Erin and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Erin responded by grabbing the boy by the ears and pulling him down for a tongue lock...frenching him thoroughly. And that started things. All of the women took turns kissing the men. At one point Mike got up *******************************deleted scene**********************************, and then Mike scuttled back to his seat.

So, as I said, the dinner had been interesting. Looking through the windows I could see a small crowd gathered around the newlyweds, including Brock's parents, Jen and Mister Gabe. 'C' was talking to Mike at the head table, along with Molly. Erin was sitting at one of the tables deep in conversation with her boyfriend Richard.

Erin stood up and was looking around until she spotted me outside and then she headed my way. She came through the doorway straight to me and over her shoulder I could see that Richard was very intently watching her approach me. The tiny woman stopped right in front of me and said, "Mister Dane, my boyfriend would like to kiss me...and maybe other stuff. Can he?"

I smiled down on her and motioned her closer, wrapping my hands around her waist, "Erin, baby, please call me Dave." I paused and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, "what do you want to do?"

"I would like to Dave, but I need your permission."

"and so you do. I'm glad you remembered that," and I playfully swatted her rear end, "this is what you say to your boyfriend. 'Kissing is allowed for tonight.' If he wants to take it further than that, you make him stop, look him in the eye and say, 'you can play with my tits, and you can touch my cunt'...use that word Erin, 'cunt', but also say, 'I can give you a hand job if it is in a public place', but you are not allowed to fuck me tonight'. Say exactly those words. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir...I mean Dave...yes Dave. Why a 'public place'?"

"Normally I wouldn't accept any questions from you Erin, but I am in a good mood tonight. There are a couple of reasons. First, if I am available, I want you to arrange it so that I am in a position to see him feel you up and you return the favour. Second, he needs some 'skin in the game' if I am going to let him play with my pet. He has to take a risk by doing it in public. We'll see if he does. Does that satisfy you?" She nodded with a smile showing on her angelic face. Over her shoulder I could see Mister Gabe talking to Brock and Sara. They were nodding at him as he motioned towards me standing outside. I swatted Erin's butt again, and told her to get along back to her boyfriend, and to enjoy the rest of her evening.

Jen and Mister Gabe left Brock and Sara and started my way. I sensed what may be coming, so I quickly scanned the crowd at the head table. As if she had ESP or something, just as I found 'C', she lifted her head from her conversation with my kids and looked right at me. I motioned for her to join me quickly. She broke off her conversation and came out through the door to join me.

As my wife and Mister Gabe cleared the doorway, I folded 'C' into my arms and gave her a soft kiss, and then transferred her to the nook of my elbow, leaning her body up against mine. Mister Gabe was looking directly at 'C' as they approached. I could tell by the look on his face that he was regretting his emotionally charged exiling of this stunning woman from his life. I expected that given the fact that 'C' had been drinking his wine he expected that he could take her back now.

They stopped a few feet in front of us, his black arm draped over my wife's shoulder, with his black hand resting on her right breast. I said, "hello Jennifer. We've been at this place before." 

I could see the momentary confusion on her face clear as she remembered. "Yes, David, we have."

"The situation is somewhat similar, don't you think?" I asked.

My wife cocked her head to the side, and then glanced down to the long black fingers massaging her tit through her dress. She looked at me and smiled, "yes, in some ways."

Mister Gabe looked directly at 'C' and said, "Cynthia, you look lovely tonight." He was turning on the Mister Gabe charm. "I am sure that you have learned the error of your ways by now, haven't you girl?"

'C' nodded to him and her arm encircling my waist tightened, "yes, Gabriel, I have learned the error of my ways." I squeezed her waist reassuringly. She continued, smiling up at the big black man, "I need to thank you one last time for taking me away from my ex-husband...he was obviously not the right man for me." She paused, turned to me, and pulled my hand up to her mouth which she gently kissed, "and the error that I discovered is that I should never have given myself to you...this lovely man," and she hugged me again, "is the man that I should have given myself to all along."

"Now you don't mean that 'C'. Come here," and Mister Gabe spread his unoccupied arm out wide, inviting the raven haired beauty in.

I spoke, "Black. 'C' has already told you what you need to hear. This woman," and I pulled 'C' in tighter against my side, "is no longer yours. She doesn't want to be. More to the point, she regrets ever being yours." I turned 'C' to face me and bent down to kiss her on the lips. I was fully conscious of where we were, and the strong possibility of others seeing us, but I didn't care. I took my time, licking her lips, and bestowing soft kisses along her jaw line, up her neck and her ears. 'C' was moaning softly as I stood straight again and looked into Jennifer's eyes. My wife thought she understood the relationship that I had with 'C'. I looked at Mister Gabe, "you see, you fucking black bastard, I love this woman and,"...

'C' interrupted me, "and, you black bastard, I love this man. He owns me in absolutely everyway, including my heart."

"hush" I said while stroking her back, "and... she loves me. Don't get me wrong...I like the complete control that she has given me over her life, but it is not the 'ownership' that makes the relationship so erotic...but you'll probably never figure that out. I hope I am wrong." I was looking at Mister Gabe while 'C' and I talked to him, but I was hoping that my wife was getting the message. I had seen her eyes flare when 'C' talked, and again when I finished...so maybe... "In the meantime, Mister Gabe, your woman is now mine."

Mister Gabe had transferred his gaze from 'C' to me while I was talking. His eyes were pinched and his lips formed a frown. He was thinking.

At that moment we were all interrupted as Sara and Brock joined us at the balustrade. Sara was giggly -- whether from the wine, or the fact that she was now a bride -- probably both. Brock had a lopsided grin pasted on his face, still trying to adjust to the fact that my daughter was now his wife. I'm sure that visions of carnal activities were front and center in his brain every time he looked down on my lovely little girl. 

Mister Gabe's shit-eating grin returned to his face...this was the moment that he had been anticipating, I'm sure. I was too.

"Sara and Brock, did you enjoy the wine at the head table this evening? You are aware that I supplied it?"

Brock nodded and Sara said, "yes, Mister Gabe. Cynthia told us. Thank you very, very much," and my daughter, using Mister Gabe's free forearm as leverage, balanced herself up on her tiptoes to give the black bastard a kiss on the cheek. 

Mister Gabe let the hand that had been mauling my wife's boob slip into her dress for a moment and then he stopped and looked down into her face. "Open your dress bitch. I want better access."

Jennifer dutifully loosened the clasp holding her dress shut so that the front bagged out away from her chest. "Expose your tits," came the instruction. We all watched. 'C', myself, her daughter, and her new son, all watched as my wife reached up and parted her dress around her tits exposing them to the night air, and anyone else who could see past those of us grouped at the balustrade. She looked questioningly up into Mister Gabe's face. "Yes, that is better Jennifer," and he placed his large mitt back on her breast, now aggressively pulling on first one and then the other, out from the chest wall to the nipple. At times he had Jen's tit pulled into a cone away from her body. Obviously, Mister Gabe was getting a bit excited.

He said to Jennifer, "are you ready now, my wife? Do you want me to take ownership of this little, white-clad cunt so that we can use her tonight for our pleasure?"

My wife didn't bat an eye, and she didn't turn her gaze from the black bastard's face, "yes, Mister Gabe, I am ready for what comes next."

With that Mister Gabe looked me in the eye, and then turned to Brock. "Now, my boy, I want you to turn over your bride to me. We will do the official ceremony next weekend...your mother here will have to make the arrangements for us, but I'm sure we can do it on the same patio where she was given to me a few months ago." Brock opened his mouth like a gaping fish. Sara turned pale. "yes, the ceremony will be later, but I want to fuck my step-daughter tonight. You can watch of course...and I may actually let you take Jennifer here in her ass again because I know that you like doing that...and I'll even let you watch while I push my cock into your bride's cunt, her mouth, and her ass... You will like that won't you boy?"

Brock gasped for a moment, and Sara clung to his hand, then he said, "yes, Mister Gabe, I would like that. And..."

"Good, good, boy. Now bitch," he said, looking at my daughter, "come closer so I can see how wet you are standing there in your wedding dress."

"But Mister Gabe," Brock continued, "I want to give Sara to you. But, I can't."

"What!" exploded from the black bastard as he loomed over Brock. His black fingers were twisting my wife's nipples painfully.

"I...I...don't own her, Mister Gabe. Mister Dane does." Brock took a breath, "Mister Dane is letting me marry his daughter, but he still owns her. As much as I want to do what you say...I cannot." He let his breath out in a whoosh.

Mister Gabe turned slowly to face me. His expression was stony. He regarded me for minutes while I tried my hardest to not smirk at him. Finally, I saw the tension release from his body, and he released my wife's tit from his death hold. She immediately squatted on the ground holding her badly abused breast in her hand. 'C' crouched down to comfort her. Mister Gabe simply said, "well played, Mister Dane. I may have...no...I 'have' underestimated you," and the black bastard actually smiled at me. "Get up cunt!" he directed at my wife, hauling her to her feet. He looked at Sara, then Brock, then 'C', and finally back at me. He nodded at me, and then with my Jennifer still at his side, he went back into the reception room.

I pulled 'C' up from her knees where she had been while helping Jen, and into a full body hug..."thank you 'C'...for everything. I 'do' love you."

She smiled up at me with her radiant smile, "and I you, Mister Dane." She cuddled under my arm.

I looked at Brock, "and you did just fine son. Thank you." He smiled back at me.

Next I looked at my daughter, a smile now back on her face, and before I could say anything she leaped onto me, and snuggled under the arm that 'C' wasn't occupying, "I love you daddy. You must be right about that wine...I could feel myself 'wanting' to go with Mister Gabe. I am so glad that I don't have to."

"Me to." I looked at Brock, "you did fine son, but like you said, Sara is mine. I will decide later tonight whether I want her or not. We'll see." And I left it hanging there, released Sara, and still cuddling with 'C', went back into the reception room which was now set for the dancing to start.

And dancing there was... a lot of it. It started with the 'first waltz' by the bride and groom. Then the parents and best man/maid of honour joined them on the dance floor for the second waltz. 

'C' and I had been sitting at a table with Jen, her mother and father, and Mister Gabe. Molly had joined Mike elsewhere with others their own age, and Erin I could see from time to time through the crowd as she canoodled with her boyfriend. Mister Gabe was taking no pains to disguise his relationship with my wife...much to the horror of her mother, and the bemusement of her father. Mister Gabe continued to drape his arm over Jen's shoulder and whenever one of her parents was looking he would kneed my wife's breasts while staring back at them. He also was quite freely bestowing kisses on her...full tongue kisses intermixed with nips along her neck and exposed shoulder.

I was a little more circumspect, patently ignoring the looks that I was getting from Jen's mother, and confining myself to placing my hand in 'C's lap...where she played with my fingers while humming to the music.

I took great pleasure in extending my hand to Jennifer once the second waltz was announced, and then dragging her from under the black bastard's arm and on to the dance floor. Jen and I smiled to each other and she immediately snugged up close. I could feel her bare breasts sway against my chest, and the warmth emanating from the apex of her thighs quickly pulled my pecker to hardness which I pushed into her as we danced. She smiled sweetly up at me, "I love you, my husband. Don't ever forget that."




Mister Gabe Ch. 05



©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved

I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. Here now is the revised version of the Mister Gabe tale.

All characters are 18 or over before involvement in sexual activity. This chapter has a scene deleted at the behest of the webmaster.

The Present - June 2013 

My eyes blinked slowly. I realized that the dark was paling as somewhere in the east the sun was starting to climb into the sky. I focused again, drawing myself from my remembrances of that first awful summer. There was no one on the patio anymore -- 'C' and Molly had disappeared. I rose slowly and went into the bedroom to get anouther drink.

Sitting on the divan at the end of our bed was my wife. "What are you doing here?" I asked with a rasp in my voice.

Jennifer looked at me and crossed her legs. She was wearing a housecoat -- something that I hadn't seen her in for some time -- mostly she wore some slut-inferring outfit when out with 'her man', her business suit when engaged in work (or blowing her students), or nude (again, with Mister Gabe). "Mister Gabe sent me back here a few hours ago. I've been sitting here looking at you...and thinking."

"About?"

"You. Me. What has happened to us." I heard her throat catch, "what I let happen to us."

"And," I gulped, "what conclusions have you reached?"

My wife just stared at me, so, eventually, I continued on my mission and went to the sidebar to refill my drink. I put a good three fingers in the glass and after some consideration poured a second glass and then walked over to sit down beside Jennifer. Jennifer had never been much for booze -- except the odd glass of wine, and never before the sun was up -- but I really didn't know whether two years with Mister Gabe had changed that. Wordlessly I offered her the glass. She took it from me, nodded thanks, and brought it to her lips. "Thanks," she whispered. 

I said, "That is what I've been thinking about as well. Us, I mean."

We drifted in to silence again, sipping at our drinks. Sometimes we looked at each other, but mostly we just stared into space, lost in our own thoughts...

........................................

August 2011

The last two weeks of that first summer -- the time between Sara and Brock's wedding and the beginning of school -- had been significant turning points. Significant for Jennifer and me, and our relationship, as well as for me personally. I had been going down a dark road to that point which had culminated in deeds during Sara's wedding that I wasn't particularly proud of, but deeds that had shaped me differently....

Molly knows....................

After I had left the bridal suite I had walked around the hotel and found that everybody was gone, and presumed that 'C' had found my children and taken them home. Mister Gabe and my wife were nowhere to be found. I grabbed a cab and headed home myself. I was bushed and at the same time, horny as hell. I had been 'around' sex virtually all day, starting with fucking the bride, followed by Erin's and 'C's blowjob at the hotel, and culminating with my extended stay with Sara in her bridal bed. Still I was horny. 

The house was dark -- both sides of it -- so I let myself in and headed straight upstairs. I opened Mike's door and could see him sprawled and asleep on his bed. Glancing further down the hallway I could detect no signs of light under either Molly's, or 'C's doors so presumed that they were asleep as well.

I went to my door and eased it open. It was a new moon outside so little light from outside illuminated the bedroom -- which was fine as I knew where everything was. I went to the side of the bed and divested myself of my clothes. Briefly I considered going to get 'C' and then just shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

My head whipped around to peer through the darkness -- there was someone in my bed! As my eyes adjusted I could see a spread eagle form, under the blankets. Anticipating, for whatever stupid reason, that maybe Jennifer was in our bed tonight, I peeled the blankets back slowly, and lay down...I was as hard as a steel pole! As I nestled up against the woman in bed I noted from the hair length, and the perfume that it wasn't my wife. "'C'" I asked quietly?

"mmm hmm"

"What are you doing?" I ran my fingers over her, starting at her knee -- the lowest point I could reach. Slowly I drew my hand up her leg, and, avoiding her pubic region, across her belly. Softly I cupped a breast, squeezing it gently eliciting a soft moan, and then travelled up to her neck and chin ending with my fingers tracing her lips in the dark.

'C' murmured very softly, "I expected that you might like some company tonight David." She paused and then continued, "but I should tell you something first. I am sorry Mister Dane," she started, speaking softly enough that I could barely hear her, "it wasn't hard finding Mike tonight -- his eyes were glued to me ever since I kissed him at the head table -- but it took me awhile to find Molly. She was down a hallway in the hotel, sitting in a corner, crying. I knew that you were busy, so I decided to just bring them both home." She paused, and continued, "They went straight to bed, but, David, Molly was asking questions about everything. They were questions that I could not answer for her." I could sense the stress and concern in 'C's body.

"Thank you," I responded, and kissed her on the forehead. Then I noted again that she was spread eagle and not moving beside me. I traced my hand from her chin up along her arm to find that her hand had what felt like a scarf or soft rope bound around it. Feeling further I could tell that it was attached to the head board, below the level of the mattress. A bit startled, I shifted to trace down her leg to her ankle where I found a similar binding. Again I shifted, this time so that I was sitting on her lower legs to confirm that there were bindings on both feet and hands.

I paused there, "what is this about?" Sitting where I was and now leaning over 'C', my cock was lying between her lips. I moved closer in order to speak to her, and it pushed up through her lips and caught on her clit momentarily, drawing anouther low moan from her.

"David, I need...after so long with Mister Gabe...I need to be tied up sometimes. I need you to be my master. Sometimes. Please?"

I groaned. The beautiful raven-haired beauty's words had just ramped up my desire to fever pitch. 

I lay my full weight on her as through the darkness I tried to discern what she may be thinking. My cock was sandwiched nicely between her pussy lips, so I started a gentle motion up and down her body. "Please hurt me Mister Dane," she whispered.

I paused, thinking about her request. I had beaten this woman pretty badly only two months ago -- in my fit of rage after Jennifer's wedding to Mister Gabe. I couldn't do that again. A thought occurred to me...torture her with pleasure! "I can't do that to you 'C'. Let me try this instead."

I slid my body down hers, trailing kisses and nips along the way. I ended crouched between her ankles, and bent down to press her legs, rolling them outward, so that I could lick and nibble the inside of her knees. I spent a fair amount of time on each knee and then slowly inched my way up, first one, and then the other leg. 'C' was moaning and groaning as I approached her center. I paused, softly breathing on her lips, and then bent my head to draw my tongue up those lips. 'C' mewled as I tasted her for the first time tonight. Her breathing was ragged and with my one hand resting upon her belly I could feel her tense towards an orgasm. I stopped.

She whined, "nooo." I let her unwind from the edge. 

Then using my fingers I played with the outside of her lips, barely pushing my fingertips in and out of her. After a few minutes she again was ramping up. So I stopped.

I repeated this torture -- bringing her up to the edge and then stopping -- three more times. 'C' was now crying, and my face and fingers were soaked in her juices. I quickly released her legs from their bindings and then I crawled up her body and grasped her breasts, squeezing hard. My lips found hers and then my tongue tasted the tears on her face. "Is that what you had in mind, Cynthia?" I whispered.

She did not have her breathing under control. Throatily, she panted, "nooo, not at all. But...oh Mister Dane...that was exquisite!" She returned my kisses as I lay on her, my granite cock parting her lips below. I started moving again on her, just threatening to enter her, but never quite. "Oh god!" came from 'C', "fuck me please. Just please, oh please, just fuck me now!"

I pulled back just a little and felt my cock head lodge in her opening, and then I thrust. Once. Hard. All of the way in. 'C' screamed...and I started to move in her as her breathing deteriorated into gasps again.

Then we both heard, coming out of the dark, a knock on the door. **********************************************deleted scene****************************************

"I will have to think all of this through, but, Dad, I think that now I'm 'ok'. At least now I know. I don't believe it all..." she paused and then continued, "no, I 'do' believe it all, I just don't believe it all...if you know what I mean," and she gave me a quirky smile as she swept the remains of her tears from her cheeks. 

She looked at 'C' who had an apprehensive look on her face, "I am thinking that I really have another older sister now," and Molly's face lit into an impish grin, "no,...it is ok Cynthia,...oddly enough, I am ok with the part of this whole thing that means you are with my dad. Especially now that I know that mom is not." Molly looked at me again, "and Dad, I am 'ok' with you and...you and your 'women'. It is very weird, and I don't know what this means in the long run, but, as long as you don't try to hide any more from me, I think I'll be ok." She breathed in and out slowly, "don't tell Mom that I know."

I nodded agreement with that. "You are being very mature about this young lady," I said, the surprise evident in my voice. 

Molly smiled and simply said, "of course...I'm a girl."

I nodded again, "ok, now you go to sleep." I stood, pulling 'C' off the chair with me and hugged her. Then I motioned for Molly to join us which she did. 

Then, Molly slipped out of my room and down the hall. I closed the door behind her and pulled 'C' over to the bed, and gently pushed her down onto it. She looked up at me in the light of the bedside table, and raised her eyebrows in question. "I don't know 'C', we'll just have to see how it runs."

She held her hands above her head, near the bindings again and asked, "what would you like Mister Dane?" with a little smirk. 

Sadly I had to admit that I was exhausted, "Cynthia, I just want to sleep with you now."

Calmly she nodded her head, and then opened her arms to welcome me into her embrace. Sleep is what we did.

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. 'C' must have gone back to her room sometime in the night. I waited for a while for Jen to make her morning appearance, but she didn't. Puzzled a bit, I surmised that she had stayed in the hotel downtown with Mister Gabe and her parents doing who knows what all night long.

I arose, shaved and showered, and dressed in some casual weekend clothes and headed downstairs. Part way down the stairs I heard the voices of my children... and Jennifer. I shrugged off the fact that she hadn't kissed me good morning, and strolled into the kitchen.

Jennifer was in cut off blue jean shorts with a loose peasant blouse. "C" was again wearing her thin nightgown. They were both sitting at the kitchen island engrossed in some hushed conversation, with Jen shaking her head negatively as she talked. They saw me as I came in and 'C' blessed me with a radiant welcoming smile. Jen also gave me a smile, but her face was stiff, and the smile was forced. At the kitchen table Mike was inhaling a breakfast of cereal. Molly was sitting across from him, her back to me.

I reached the island and squeezed 'C's shoulder while leaning down to give Jen a kiss. She turned her head, leaving me with only a cheek. I straightened, and looked at my wife, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. I let that slide...she was probably still 'off' because of last night, although I hadn't had much to do with her activities.

I turned to the table, saying hi to my kids. Mike mumbled a reply, keeping his head down staring at his bowl of cereal, and Molly stood to turn around. She rose and walked towards me with a bounce in her step and a twinkle in her eye. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped back, and said, "good morning daddy." With that, and an extravagant twirl that also drew her brother's eyes, she went back to the table to finish her breakfast. 

I turned back to my wife only to see her heading out of the room. 'C' looked at me and shrugged with a little frown. That was how the day went. 

The next day, Monday, I awoke earlier and crawled out of bed to peer out of the window -- just in time to see Jen strolling across the patio from Mister Gabe's door to ours. Huh?

I pulled on a robe and went downstairs to find her sitting at the kitchen table staring at an empty coffee cup. "What's up, Jennifer?" I asked as I leaned over her to give her a morning kiss.

She put her hands up in between us, snapping, "David, don't do that." I stopped, and after a moment stood up to look down on her.

"What gives?" I asked, "why aren't we doing the 'good morning' kiss anymore?"

She just looked at me, and then with a grimace she stood, leaving the cup on the table, and went to stare out of the patio door window.

I moved to just behind my wife, and placed my hands on her shoulders. I could feel the tenseness. "Jennifer, wh..." and she cut me off, twirling out from my hands to face me, placing both of her hands on my chest and pushing me away.

"David, you aren't allowed to touch me." She took a breath, "so don't!" She stepped quickly past me and headed out of the room. I turned to see 'C' looking at me from the hallway to the foyer.

She moved slowly towards me, looking concerned. "Mister Dane, I was expecting this, but because it hadn't happened when I thought it would, I didn't bring it up. I'm sorry." She took a breath and pulled me into a seat beside her, "Jen hinted at it yesterday. Mister Gabe normally creates 'space' between his new wives and their ex-husbands. I was surprised that he hadn't done it before, but surmise that that is because of the odder-than-normal living arrangements here. Normally, he would have taken Jennifer out of your house completely -- often moving her with him to a different city. For Jerry and I, after Mister Gabe had been using me in front of my husband for a month, he simply moved me out of our house and into his. That is when I started really slipping away from Jerry." She paused again to gather her thoughts, "Mister Gabe calls it 'the distancing', and it means that he intentionally creates distance between his new woman and her previous man -- between Jennifer and you. You can expect that Jen will have very strict orders to not touch you, or kiss you, or even have meaningful conversations with you. He will enforce it with her because he will be watching her every move," and she waved her hands at the camera watching the room. "This will be a very trying time for you David, and since you've made things difficult for Mister Gabe, you should expect him to be even harder on you. But you have to remember, it is going to be how you deal with this, for however long, that will determine in the end whether you get Jennifer back...or whether she will even want to come back to you. I know that Jerry just didn't seem to care, and that greatly influenced me in totally abandoning him."

I was blinking slowly, processing 'C's words as I listened. So, now my wife and I wouldn't even have the few little moments that we had been stealing so far? ...and obviously Jennifer was compliant with her new set of commands. Fuck!

Erin and her family............................

By Wednesday evening I was in a mood. 'C' was having her period. Sarah was on her honeymoon. My wife was sticking to her 'don't get close to her husband' orders. 

We had a family dinner that Jennifer cooked -- she was still seeing to our kid's needs -- and enjoying a post supper drink at the table. Mike and Molly had run out of steam telling us about their day, and planning their 'last two weekends' before school. 'C' started the exodus by getting up from the table, and with a gentle squeeze on my shoulder, excused herself to her room with a slight headache. Molly stood to help her mother clean up and Mike bolted to his room. I sat there for a while and watched my two girls work while I finished my drink. 

As soon as they were done, Molly came over to give me a quick kiss and then, as she headed for the door, told us she was heading out for the evening with her friends and would be home around 10 or 11. I was left staring at my wife, who was leaning against the counter staring right back.

"I don't know what to say Jen. I don't like it."

"Don't say anything then David. I am his wife, not yours. He says what I can and can't do. You'll just have to learn to 'like' it, because you aren't going to change anything." With that she angrily shook her head, and then headed out the patio door and over to her 'husband's' house. I stood and watched her outside the kitchen window. Mister Gabe was sitting on a couch on the patio and he briefly made eye contact with me before rising and walking towards Jen. My wife's demeanor changed, with her face suddenly lighting up as she saw him. She literally bounced into his arms and pulled his face down to hers. I got to witness a passionate kiss between my wife and Mister Gabe before he moved into a hug. With his eyes on me he reached down to lift the back of Jennifer's dress above her naked ass and then began to knead it softly. He leered and winked at me and then returned to kissing my wife.

They were being blatant, in full view of anyone looking at the patio from our house. Admittedly, it no longer mattered as far as Molly was concerned although they didn't know about my discussion with my daughter. But if Mike were to glance out of a window I could only imagine what he would think seeing his mother necking with and being felt up by our black neighbor... and so obviously enjoying it.

The scene and the situation had me depressed so I went into my office, hauled out a beer, and proceeded to work my way through some briefs that I had brought home.

At ten thirty I looked up to realize it was dark outside. There were three dead soldiers on my desk along with a pile of completed work, and I realized that I had never heard Jen come back inside. I heard a car door close outside, followed soon by the front door opening and closing. I sat back in my chair as Molly strolled into my office. "I'm home!," she stated the obvious, and "where is mom?"

I shrugged and waved my hands in the general direction of Mister Gabe's side of the house.

"Oh daddy", she whispered and she came over to sit in my lap. "Do you want me to talk to her?"

At that I smiled, "no sweetie, there is nothing you can do. Apparently I've made this bed, so I'll just have to live with it. But thanks for asking." We discussed her evening, and again some of her plans for the remaining days of her vacation, and then she kissed me on the cheek and my littlest girl headed up to bed. 

I continued to sit there, not really thinking about anything until I realized that the house was totally quiet. Everybody must be in bed. I snorted as I concluded that I wasn't ready for bed myself. So I got to my feet and making sure that my car keys were handy, decided to go drive around for a while.




Mister Gabe Ch. 05



I pulled out of the driveway slowly, staring up at Mister Gabe's side of the house, contemplating what he must be doing with my wife. Were they just in bed sleeping? Was he slowly and passionately making love to Jen? Or did he have her in his room, tied up to the cross and whipping her for his pleasure? Before my imaginings got too far out of control I wheeled my car out of the cul-de-sac and drove. And drove. And drove.

I didn't have any destination in mind, and I really don't know how long I was driving, but I became conscious of where I was at as I realized that I recognized the tree-lined street that I was slowly cruising down. The trees were a combination of oaks and willows, all of them many years old. The road did have street lighting, but with the large trees interspersed along the curb the effect was to mute the light and create a darker atmosphere. The houses were set back from the curb, and were larger, with larger yards creating a sizable amount of green space between each.

I knew this area! Erin lived on this street! I perked up just in time as I realized that I was coming up to her house, and I could see a car idling in her driveway. I pulled over to the side, under the boughs of a weeping willow and turned off my lights as I noted a couple standing at the darkened front door of Erin's house. There were lights shining from a number of windows of the house indicating that people were still up in there. 

I was close enough that I could tell that it was Erin and her boyfriend, but far enough away that in the darkness under the tree they shouldn't pay any attention to me. Erin was standing with her back to her front door -- making me think of when I was pinning her to my front door a week ago -- wearing a light summer sundress. Her boyfriend had one hand on her shoulder and the other at the back of her neck, holding her lips to his as they kissed. 

I grinned to myself thinking that I could have some fun with this. I pulled out my phone and texted Erin, 'Erin'.

I watched as their kiss became more passionate. His hand started to drift down from her shoulder making its slow way to her breast. Erin pulled back from him and shook her head, firmly pushing his hand back to her shoulder. She leaned up to kiss him again.

'Erin' I texted again.

This time I got a reaction. I couldn't see his face but could guess the brief look of frustration as his girlfriend firmly pushed him away as she fished her phone out of the pocket on her sundress. I watched as she looked at her phone, and then began to type.

'Mister Dane?'

'Erin. What are you doing right now?'

'I'm with my boyfriend.'

'I know. Exactly what are you doing?'

At that I could see her head come up and quickly glance around, but she didn't seem to notice me sitting in my car just down the street from her. Her attention returned to her phone, 'I'm kissing him outside the front door of my house.'

I could see her boyfriend ask her something to which I could see that she was telling him to just wait a moment.

'Erin. It looks like he wants more than kissing. Does he?'

'Where are you Mister Dane?...yes, I think he does.'

'Erin. Do you want to give him more?'

Again her head raised as she looked around, and again I could tell that she was telling her boyfriend to just wait. It looked like he was having a tough time though as he was leaning in to her. Maybe he was asking who she was talking with?

'Yes I would.'

'What do you have to do first Erin?'

'I don't know.'

'I'm disappointed Erin. Do you really want to disappoint me?'

'No sir, Mister Dane, I don't. What do I do?'

'Maybe you are too distracted Erin. Maybe you should tell him to leave you alone, and never come back.'

I could see her shoulders slump as she read that, and again she pushed her boyfriend back. I could see her look at him, and then back down at her phone.

'Erin. What do you have to do if you want something?'

'Ask you?'

'Good girl Erin.'

'Mister Dane. May I do more than kiss with my boyfriend?'

'What would you like to do Erin?'

'I would like him to feel my body.'

'Specifically what?'

'I would like him to feel my breasts, and maybe my cunt.'

'No, you may not do that.' I could see her body slump as she read that, and while I couldn't see the boy's face to guess what he was saying, I could tell from his body language that he wasn't happy either.

'Erin.'

'Yes sir.'

'This is what I want you to do. First, tell your boyfriend that you are getting instructions. Do it now, and then walk out to the street and stand under the light.' I could see Erin reading the text and then look around to see where I might be observing her from. Then I could see her say 'wait here, I'm getting instructions' as I could easily guess what she was saying as I watched her lips move, and her hands gesticulating at him. Then Erin walked past her boyfriend as he turned to watch her, to stand by the street at the end of her driveway, under the street light. She looked down at her phone again.

'I want you to pull the straps of your dress off of your shoulders so that they hang loose. Then I want you to slowly walk back to your boyfriend. Shimmy at little so that by the time you get to him the top of your dress has fallen to your waist.'

'Ok'

'Do not let him touch you. Then I want you to pull his prick out and jerk him off until he cums. Do you understand Erin?'

'Mister Dane, I'll be right outside the front door, if my parents look out they will see me!'

'Of course. Are you questioning me Erin?'

'No sir.'

'Make sure that you catch all of his cum on your breasts. Then I want you to wipe up his cum and put it in your mouth and then kiss him. If he refuses to kiss you then you are to never see him again.' I saw her slump as she read that.

'Yes sir.'

'If he kisses you, then you are to pull the straps of your dress up, turn away from him and go in your house leaving him on your doorstep. Depending upon the kiss I may or may not let you see him again. Do you understand little girl?'

There was a long pause as Erin read the note. Then she looked up and nodded yes, followed by a texted, 'yes sir.'

I watched as Erin, who was still the focus of her boyfriend's rapt attention, standing as she was in the glare of the streetlight, slowly pulled one and then the other strap of her dress off of her shoulders. The top sagged a bit but was still held up as it caught on her pert breasts. Then Erin started to sway, and slowly sashayed up the walk towards her front door and the boy waiting there for her. It was hard to believe that the girl was only eighteen, she moved like sex incarnate. 

As she reached the boy Erin held the boy by the shoulders, turning him and herself so that her back was once again, up against her parent's front door with her boyfriend facing her. Then Erin completed a more pronounced upper body twist combined with a little bob, bending just enough at the waist to cause the top of her dress to let go of her nipples and fall to her waist where it was still held by the dress cinching on her hips. He reached one hand towards her naked left tit but Erin stopped him, shaking her head and obviously saying 'no'. Then I could see that she was talking to him about something for a moment resulting in him vigorously nodding his head in agreement. No wonder...with a half nude Erin standing less than two feet from him, he would agree to anything.

Erin stood up on her tiptoes -- she was such a small girl -- and planted a chaste kiss on the boy while her hands became busy at his belt. His hands were firmly locked at his sides.

My view was partly obscured by the boy, but I could see my girl slowly pull his belt open and then drawing the zipper of his jeans down. His hands clenched into fists as Erin reached into his shorts to grasp him. Then I saw her break the kiss and gaze down in front of the boy.

She struggled a bit with his jeans, and then I could see her laugh as she gave up and just grabbed the jeans and his shorts and pulled them to his knees. Even from where I was sitting I could see his dick spring out and connect with her chin. Erin pulled back a bit, stood, and quickly looked around, taking a moment to peer at the front window of her parent's house. She was obviously a little worried that her parent's would see what she was up to.

One of her hands went back to the boy's face to caress his cheek, and the other went to his straining cock as she knelt again. She took a firm grasp and started pumping it. With a quick glance at the boy's face, which I could see in profile, and observing his tightly clenched fists, I bet that he would not last long. I glanced down at my phone and quickly put the stopwatch on.

Forty eight seconds. That is all it took. Erin's boyfriend stood up on his toes and his cum shot out of his prick. From my location, seeing Erin's sudden movement I guessed that cum shot was right on target on her naked tits. 

She continued to stroke him for a few more seconds then dropped his drooping cock while she slowly rose to tiptoes again to give the boy anouther chaste kiss. She took her time swiping her fingers around her breasts, pausing to pinch her own nipples and all the while watching his face closely. After each swipe she pushed her fingers into her mouth while maintaining an eye lock with her boy who was still standing there with his pants around his knees. 

Then -- and that girl had some acting talent -- then she made a production of opening her mouth wide and leaning up towards her boy. He could obviously see that her mouth was full of his cum.

Erin grasped his head with her hands and slowly pulled the boy's face down to hers. I could see that he was resisting. Erin was in a bit of a jam as with a mouth full of his sperm she couldn't talk all that well, yet I could see that she was trying to persuade him. He was shaking his head 'no'. She looked to be almost pleading. Then I could see his body brace and he was emphatic shaking his head. He started to do his pants up while stepping back from her. I saw Erin drop to her knees, her head bowed, her hands on his hips. She was crying.

At that moment, the cold heart that had taken up residence in my chest on that awful day that Jennifer 'married' Mister Gabe broke. I couldn't be the type of man that Mister Gabe was, I didn't want to be -- I would just have to find anouther way. I grabbed my phone and texted Erin, "Erin, it is ok. You tried. Swallow and show him. Clean your lips and kiss him. Make up, and then go in the house. You can keep seeing your boyfriend."

One of Erin's hands dropped to her pocket and retrieved her phone. She looked at it, and then up at her boyfriend who was finished putting himself back together. Erin put the phone back and then stood. I could see her making a display of swallowing, and then showing him her empty mouth. Then I couldn't really tell what was going on but it looked like she smacked him in the chest, and then was waving her finger in his face. Abruptly she turned, opened the door, and went in the house slamming it behind her.

The boy stood there for a moment then turned and strode to his car. In a moment he was gone.

What was I thinking? What happened and why did I cause it to happen? What was I doing to that sweet girl? I know that Jennifer leaving me had warped me. Since that day I had beaten 'C', bedded my own daughter and taken Erin as a slave. I had also pushed Brock's mother into having sex with her own son. I sat in the car for a long while thinking about the last two months. Mister Gabe's 'distancing' -- keeping my wife from me -- was the straw that broke my back, and what I did to Erin today was the result. I just wasn't that man. If I wanted to retain any self-respect I simply couldn't carry on this way. I had to change things up.

But I did have to admit to myself that a part of me did like some of what was happening. I couldn't argue with myself for long about owning 'C', or fucking Sara. I even had to admit that while what I had just done to Erin was reprehensible, I did dream of the eighteen year old vixen, frequently. Could I give her up? Could I give them all up? I liked the sex. I did like the control. I had to admit that too. 

I also had to admit that somewhere deep inside I was hoping that if I could show my wife that I could be what she so clearly had in Mister Gabe then maybe she'd drop the black bastard and come back to me.

Ok. I already knew that I was going to stop owning Sara and Erin for a year, starting in the spring, to give them time to experience life without me hanging over their heads. In order to really make that stick I resolved to show them what 'ownership' entailed until then so that they would 'want to' give it up. I would make those lessons infrequent, but memorable, and make sure that in the new year they would be almost non-existent. That would be easier with Erin because she was going away to college. It would take an effort for Sara because her and Brock were living in my house.

I would stop with Bobby. It was too late to stop whatever I may have started between her and Brock, but I could resist participating. I would.

'C' was anouther story. Coming from her years with Mister Gabe it may be tough to wean her. Tough for her, and tough for me especially with Jennifer being so cold to me.

Did I really think that I could ever return to being Jennifer's husband? Did I really want to? After a lot of thought, I resolved to stick it out, at least for the children's sake, at least for now.

My phone cheeped. It had been lying in my hand, resting on my thigh as I sat in the car lost in my thoughts.

'Mister Dane?' from Erin.

'Yes'

'You watched?'

'Yes'

'Can I come see you tomorrow?'

I sat there staring at the phone for a few minutes. I had just resolved to make Erin's year of being owned so memorable that she would want to stop, and stay stopped, when I let her go. 

'No.'

The time to start was right now. I got out of the car, locked it, and crossed the sidewalk slipping into Erin's neighbor's back yard. There was no fence between the two yards, so I quietly moved along the hedge and then walked across Erin's patio to stand in the dark at her back door. As I passed the kitchen window overlooking the backyard I could see a tv on inside, casting dim light onto a couch in her living room. I could only see the back of the couch, but it was easy to note the two heads -- sitting on opposite ends of the couch -- to indicate where Erin's parents were. I knew that Erin had no siblings so there shouldn't be anyone else in the house.

'Erin,' I texted.

It took a few moments for the reply, 'yes sir'

'Come let me in. I'm at your back door'

Again a few moments before the inside back door swung open to reveal the darkened kitchen, and Erin. She was standing there in a nightgown that covered her from neck to toes, complete with little girl frilly trim at the neck, hands, and hem. She was holding her hand to her face in surprise. "My parents!" she whispered in exclamation. 

I opened the screen door and stepped in, causing Erin to move back a pace. With both hands I caught her head and bent mine to hers. She smelled of lavender, and her hair was damp -- she must have taken a shower. Her lips tilted up to mine and I gently kissed her. I parted her lips with my tongue and inhaled, drawing her breath from her and eliciting a soft moan from the girl. She tasted like peppermint.

I released her head, moving my hands to her shoulders and looking down in to her eyes. They were wide and it was obvious that she was scared. "Take me to your room," I softly commanded. If anything, her eyes widened even more.

"Mister Dane, my parents?"

I continued staring into her eyes, "Erin, do you want me to strip you here? or wait until you take me to your room? You don't have much time to decide." I started moving my hands down her arms.

She gulped, and then took my hand and turned to lead me away from the back door. I held her back for a moment while I removed my shoes and set them down, and then followed her as she tip toed to the stairs. We crept out of the kitchen to the hallway leading to the front door, and then to the base of the stairs. She pointed up the stairs and said, "second door on the right. Give me a minute." She left me standing there and hurried back through the kitchen. I saw her walk out from the kitchen to the other side of the couch, drawing her parents' attention to her, "uh...I'm going to go to bed now."

Her parents were both slouched in the couch staring at the tv before she spoke. Her dad appeared to be shorter, and at least a bit overweight. He was dressed in sweat pants and shirt. Her mother -- from what little I could see as she was wrapped in a house coat with her legs covered by an afghan -- looked small and cute. Erin didn't appear to fall far from her tree with mother having a similar pixie-like face and small features although her hair was long and flowing over her shoulders.

I saw Erin give me a stare so I went quietly up the stairs. I heard her say something else to her parents although I did not catch what it was. At the top I went to her room and let myself in. I flipped on the light to look around. Erin had a very 'little girl' room. It held a small, single bed up against one wall, with lots of stuffed dolls on it. There was a small desk in one corner, a full sized mirror mounted on the wall at the foot of the bed, and a coat rack just behind the door from which hung scarves, hats and other things. I looked at the door to her closet -- it had blinds -- and took the step necessary to have a closer look. Opening the door I could see that at some point the door panel had been removed -- probably a body-hitting-the-door kid kind of accident -- and the space had been covered by a window blind. I thought that was a creative and inexpensive fix...and it gave me anouther thought.

The door to the hallway opened behind me and I turned to see Erin slip in. She stopped two feet from me -- there wasn't much space in the room -- and looked up at me with a questioning, concerned look on her face.

"What happened with your boyfriend Erin?" I asked.

"That prick," she started, and then visibly controlled herself, lowering her voice, "that prick just refused. I blew him at the wedding," she smirked, "and you. And I just gave him a hand job...and he refused to kiss me. Fucking prick." 

I had to grin in spite of myself at her vehemence as I reached over to start stroking her hair and cheek, "easy, girl, be calm."

"I told him to fuck off and that I would never see him again." She bent her head to the side, into my palm that was cupping her face, and then softly, "I don't need him Mister Dane. Just you."

"Erin, don't you think that you could call me Dave?"

Using both of her hands, she pulled my hand from her cheek and placed it on her breast, squeezing as she did, "you have always been Mister Dane...ever since Sara and I started hanging out together."

I laughed softly, "true. But don't you think that things have changed a bit? After all, I've cum in your mouth, took your virginity, and fucked you against a door. And you've had your hand up my ass." We both laughed softly at that.

She nodded as she chuckled, "Ok Dave, but only when it just us."

"Agreed. Now, are you sure you are letting him go?"

"Absolutely, he is pretty, but he is obviously not mature enough for me."

I let it go at that, but continued, "fine. But I want you to know that when you are away at college, you are free to entertain yourself, or have a boyfriend, or whatever..."

Erin just looked at me, "I will call you first Mist...David. I won't do anything without your permission, just like I agreed to last week."

I regarded her for a few moments, and then just nodded. "Now, I want to see..." 




Mister Gabe Ch. 05



She interrupted me, "you can't be here David. My parents will be going to bed soon...they were getting ready as I came up the stairs! Dad will want to come in here and give me a kiss goodnight like he always does."

Again I regarded her for a moment, and then I turned to open the closet door again, looking at the space inside. Yes, I could fit in there comfortably. I tweaked at the blind a bit and opened it so that I could see out. I nodded to myself and then turned back to my lovely eighteen year old, "and what does your dad do when he comes in here?"

She was looking very puzzled, "he sits down on the bed and normally strokes my hair for a bit before giving me a kiss. If I'm asleep it is on the forehead. If I'm not it is on the lips. Then he leaves."

I nodded. "Ok Erin. And you wear that," I waved at her little girl nightgown, "or something like that, every night?"

She nodded back.

"I admit to being a bit disappointed in you, but I since I didn't specifically tell you this before, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. This time."

Her eyes widened and she stepped back a bit to look up at me.

"Just as you are never to wear bra's or panties under your clothes, you are not allowed to wear anything to bed. Never. Do you understand?"

"But my dad..."

I cocked my head at her. 

Suddenly she seemed to understand, and quickly crouched to grip the hem of her nightgown. Standing she pulled it up and over her head and casting it to the floor beside her bed. Now the pretty young woman was standing in front of me, nude. She did look good.

Her breathing quickened as I reached out with one hand to grasp her left nipple. Softly I squeezed, and then twisted it. Her eyes half-lidded, and she emitted a low moan. Using her nipple I pulled her close. With the other hand I took hold of her hair and pulled her head back so that I was looking down at her. "That is better, Erin. I have a question." I paused. "Are you hot?" I twisted her nipple and leaned down to breathe in her ear as I whispered to her.

"Mmm hmm"

"Are you wet?" I touched her ear lobe with my tongue, and then trailed it down her neck.

"Unghh...mmm hmm"

I moved my hand from her nipple, slowly tracing it down her belly as I continued to nibble and kiss her neck and shoulder. Very slowly I moved my fingers to circle her clit. Then, just as slowly I moved slightly to slide them between the girl's pussy lips eliciting a deep groan from her. My girl was very wet!

At that moment we both heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

I pushed three fingers into Erin, curling them to reach her g-spot, "Erin, listen closely," as she groaned again, "crawl in to bed but leave your covers down around your waist. Have your eye's closed. Let's see what your father does." I pulled my fingers from her cunt and snapped the light off before sliding in to her closet, pulling the door shut behind me.

Erin jumped in to bed, and in the light from the streetlight coming in her window I could see her quickly flip onto her side, arranging her covers so that they only covered her from the waist down.

Her door opened. I saw her father standing in the doorway, and her mother go past, briefly glancing in before continuing on down the hall out of sight. The father stepped softly in to the room and stood for a moment gazing down at his daughter. Her arm was artfully arranged to that while he could see she was not wearing a nightgown, he couldn't really see any more skin then he would if she was in a bikini.

He turned to close the door behind him and then bent to turn on the bedside lamp beside Erin. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing his butt into the space left by Erin's curled up position. I watched Erin flutter her eyes and then roll onto her back with one arm above her head. She blinked at her father, watching, as I did, as his eyes traced down from her face to her beautiful tits. Erin was still hot, or this was exciting her too, as her nipples were rock hard.

"Daddy?"

"Sorry to wake you baby," his voice was very soft, but high pitched, like he was nervous or something. I chuckled to myself. "Where is your nightgown?"

"I was too hot daddy. Are you here to kiss me good night?"

He cleared his throat, "mmm, yes."

Erin sat up in the bed, causing the cover to drop further from her body, stopping just short of exposing her pretty pussy to her father. She opened her arms in a 'come hug me' gesture.

Her father cleared his throat and then leaned in to her hug, wrapping his meaty arms around her and moving to kiss her on the cheek. Erin turned her head so that her lips met his. He froze for a moment, with his hands on her bare back, but then started to give her a kiss. My girl opened her mouth to him and I could see that she was pushing her tongue on to his lips, trying to pry his open.

He mumbled something that I couldn't understand while she held him in tight. Then I could see him open his lips to her. 

Over the next couple of minutes I watched my little eighteen year old Erin swap spit with her fat old man. I saw his hands move from the frozen position on her back to start to softly sweep across her skin and then to massage and grip her back.

Eventually Erin sat back a bit, breaking the lip lock, "daddy. Would you like to touch my front?" Without waiting for an answer, she took his left hand and brought it up her right breast. She held it in place there and squeezed her own tit using her father's hand. He groaned. She groaned, though I wasn't sure if Erin was acting or not. He certainly wasn't. I chuckled again.

"Harder daddy. Pinch my nipple." He paused, so she brought his other hand to her other nipple and then leaned in pressing her breasts into his hands and whispered in his ear, "pinch my fucking nipples daddy!"

Then, as if surprised, "daddy, is that because of me?" Erin was staring down at the boner tenting her father's sweatpants. "Oh, that isn't fair. Here." She pushed her father backward to lie half on, half off of her bed, and gripped his sweatpants, "I want to see it." Erin pulled down revealing her father's four or five inch dick. Although short and skinny, he was definitely hard. "It is soooo cute! Can I touch it?" Erin shuffled her butt back and got up on her knees, finally exposing herself fully to her father, and placed one small hand around his prick. He groaned again. I grinned because I'm sure that this was only the fourth cock that Erin had seen and Sara's husband Brock, Erin's boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) and I were all substantially larger than the play toy she held in her hand now.

Erin started to pull on it, "it is so soft, and dry to the touch." She looked up again into her father's eyes. It is ok daddy, I've played with hundreds and hundreds of cocks. This is a nice little one. I bet I could get the whole thing in my mouth without gagging at all." I almost laughed out loud because I knew that the last one in her mouth, mine, had caused her no end of gagging before she got the hang of it -- with Stephanie's persistent assistance. Then Erin spit on the little cock and opening her mouth, leaned down to engulf it to its root in one swallow.

I'm sure her father was on the verge of a heart attack, and I could see him trying to mumble 'no...no...no' to little effect. Erin shuffled around on the small bed so that she was facing me while bending over to suck on her father. She was ensuring that I could see. Good girl I thought.

She briefly lifted her head to look at her dad, "you can touch me more daddy."

He remained frozen in place, his hands curled on his chest.

Then Erin barked at him, "put your hands on my fucking body!"

Quickly he moved his hands to lie on her back and head as she returned to sucking him. I could see that he wasn't going to last long. Then we all heard her mother calling from down the hall.

Erin dropped her father like a hot potato, quickly crawling back into her bed and drawing the cover up to her neck, "you better get out of here dad!" The little tart had just blue balled her father!

He got to his feet jerkily, and staggered as he pulled his sweat pants back up. Erin pointed at the door, "get out!" Without anouther sound, he practically ran to leave her room, pulling the door shut behind him. 

While I gave it a minute, waiting in the closet, to ensure that he wasn't coming back, I quietly divested myself of my clothes. With a final peek through the blinds I saw that Erin was still sitting up against the headboard of the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, looking at the closet door.

I swung the door open and stepped out. She threw her covers to the side and slid down onto her knees on the floor facing the bed so that her upper body lay on the bed, and looked at me over her shoulder. Her pussy lips were gaping and full, a stream of moisture leaking down her legs. My prick was at full staff.

I stepped over and knelt behind her, positioning my cock at her entrance. Erin's mouth was open and she was breathing in short, shallow sips of air.

With one motion I pushed all of the way into her. Erin was still as tight as the virgin that she had been only two months ago. Mine was the only cock she had had, and that only a few times over the summer. She threw her face down into her covers attempting to muffle the cry coming from her lips. I stopped, all of the way in, to allow her to adjust again. After a moment, she raised her head and again looked over her shoulder at me, "that was so fun Dave! I have never seen him so passive. He's always bossing me and my mother around." Then she wiggled her hips, sending jolts up my spine and said, "now, please Mister Dane, please, please, please, fuck me!"

That is what we did. Fuck. Cuddle. Fuck. Sleep a bit. Wake up to her mouth on my cock. Fuck. We fucked missionary, doggy, spoon, and some others that I don't have a name for. I came in that girl's cunt, in her mouth, on her tits. I did not use her ass although I was sorely tempted. Over the course of the night we did more than that...we made love. I took the time to taste every inch of her body and I spent a great deal of time licking and tasting her cunt. While I know that Erin and Sara had played around, mine was the first male tongue inside of her. I took great pleasure driving Erin to new oral heights. I know that she almost bit through her bed cover trying to keep quiet -- although given the amount of noise that we couldn't control, I don't know why her parents didn't storm in to the room at some point during the night. 

Sometime in the wee hours before dawn I decided to blow off work the next day, and just cuddled up to this tiny woman and we both slept.

I stirred when there was a bit of light in the room. The clock said it was six in the morning, and I could hear Erin's father getting ready for work. Erin's hand crept over to massage my chest, and then with a little kiss on my shoulder we were both back asleep.

Much later we awoke, spooning again. My hand was on her breast, my woody sandwiched between her thighs and her hands were curled up in front of her. We could not hear anouther sound in the house but the clock told us it was past ten in the morning. Erin rose and grabbed my hand, pulling me with her. At the door she told me to wait a moment and stepped, nude and covered in dried cum, out into the hallway. In a moment she was back, "mom must be downstairs. Come shower with me."

I let her lead me down the hall into their bathroom where she handed me her toothbrush. I brushed while she relieved herself and then we switched. Jennifer and I had always shared the bathroom in the morning but it was a new experience for Erin. Then she opened the shower door, and turned on the water. With a cute little smile, she stepped under the spray and motioned me to join her. I washed her hair, and her back, and took a long time soaping her breasts, belly and pussy. She returned the favour making sure that I was clean all over, taking extra time playing with my balls and cock. 

We dried each other off, and again I wondered where her mother could be. We went back to her room and I pulled my pants on while she stood by the window drying her hair. She was silhouetted against the morning sun outside, half turned towards the window. This short, beautiful girl was nude except for the towel on her hair, her breast and nipple showing in stark relief against the window, her naked bubble butt just begging for me to touch it again. I stared. "Erin, we should talk."

"About what?" she giggled and turned to face me so that I could watch her breasts jiggle as she towelled her hair. I could see hickys on both tits. She saw the look on my face and stopped her drying, "what is it David?"

"Honestly? How do you feel about what I made you do?"

She put down her towel and came over to sit in my lap. "Mister Dane, it was the most wonderful experience of my life. I couldn't ask for, and do not want anything else. You made me feel so good, so often. I...I...I think that I am in love with you."

"Erin, I know that I am in love with you."

"What about Sara? and 'C'?...and your wife?"

"You know I love Sara...and 'C'. I don't know about Jennifer anymore."

"Oh, David, of course you do. This horrible situation with that black bastard," I grinned at her, "it will get better. You will both survive it, I know you will. But," she looked into my eyes, "how can you love us all?" 

"I don't know. Never thought I would love anybody like I did Jen. But there it is." I paused to breathe, "but, I was really asking about your boyfriend, and your parents."

"My ex-boyfriend is an immature prick. I don't want him, or anyone else like him anymore!" she declared.

"You will probably want someone else, at some point while you are at college."

"I don't think so. But you may be right. If I find someone, I'll call you. Ok?"

This little eighteen year old woman was way more mature than her years would indicate. I don't know why I was surprised. Sara is the same. Jen was the same, and Molly was certainly the same and she was younger yet. "Ok." I kissed her softly. "What about your parents? Is your mom like you?"

"Like me? I guess so, she looks like me...or I look like her. Small, pretty."

"Your dad?"

"Up until last night I just thought that he was like all dad's...except you of course, you are way more special with Sara than he has ever been with me. But now, I just think of how easy he was to boss around last night and compare that to how he always bosses my mom and me around." Erin stopped talking and I could see that she was thinking. "Is it because he has such a small prick?"

I laughed. "No Erin, from what I saw, his cock was only a little smaller than average."

"But yours is so much bigger. And from what Sara tells me, Mister Gabe's is even bigger. Is it that...well...a man has a more 'commanding' presence if they have a bigger cock?"

I laughed again. "No, I don't believe that the two are related."

"Oh." Her serious face turned to a grin, "my experience says different, but whatever."

"So, your mother is like you in looks. You say that your dad bosses her around?" I had a thought forming.

"Yes."

"Ok. I'm hungry. Let's go down stairs and get something to eat."

Erin looked at me for a moment. She fully understood that her mother was going to see me coming down from her room with her, and it would be obvious that I had spent the night. She nodded and then stood to gather some clothes.

I stopped her. "Just a housecoat Erin, and don't do it up. I want it to drape open. Do you understand?"

She nodded, "Ok David."

I stood. "Erin, do not ever again do things with your dad like you did last night. Never again. Do you understand?"

She smiled at me, "I wasn't going to, except if you told me to of course." She grabbed my hand and led me out of her room and down the stairs. As instructed, Erin had on her floor length housecoat, undone. As she walked her body appeared and disappeared. I had only pulled on my pants...no socks, no shirt. At the bottom of the stairs we headed down the short hall into the kitchen. I stopped and motioned for Erin to continue in herself.

"Hello mom" I heard.

Followed by "Erin! What are you wearing! Do it up!" from a new voice.

I strolled in to the kitchen beside Erin and stopped with my arm resting across her shoulders, and my hand draping down her front. "No. She cannot do that," I stated matter-of-factly. I slowly pulled her robe to the side so that her breast was fully exposed and then rested my hand on it. "Hello Erin's mom. I'll call you EM." Standing, with her back to the sink, EM was also dressed in housecoat, although hers was belted tightly. On her feet were a pair of slippers, and she was holding a dishcloth in her hand. EM was about the same size as Erin -- five feet -- and appeared slim, although that was difficult to prove in the bulky housecoat. Her face was an older version of Erin's. Her hair came down to chest level and was currently hanging down her back. She stood there with her mouth agape, staring at us. "Erin belongs to me. She does what 'I' tell her to do, without question."

I began to softly kneed Erin's tit, drawing her mother's eye. "Wh...what are you doing with my daughter...and who are you?" EM asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing EM?"

Silence. The woman's eyes moved between my hand on her daughter's tit and the floor, back and forth. "What the fuck does it look like I am doing!" I barked at her.

"Y...y...you are molesting Erin."

"Erin. Am I molesting you?"

"No sir."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No sir. Please don't stop."

"See EM, I am not molesting your daughter. She likes it when I do this." I took a grip on Erin's nipple and pulled it away from her body, stretching her breast out and eliciting a groan from the girl. I was watching her mother closely and could see her mouth open a bit as she sucked in air -- very much like a deer caught in the headlights.

"It looks like you are interested in this type of thing too." I stated to EM.

I released Erin, and then stood directly behind her. I moved her robe completely away from the front of her body, and then placed my left hand on her left tit, squeezing it, and my right hand on her right hip. "Does this interest you as well, EM?" I asked. I let my right hand drift across Erin's belly, dropping to her lower lips. "Do you?" I softly circled Erin's clit for a moment, drawing a gasp from the girl, and then I bent further, nibbling on Erin's neck and shoulder while I slowly pushed two fingers between her cunt lips. I continued to look at her mother whose eyes were following my fingers closely.

Slowly I withdrew my fingers from Erin, dragging them across her clit again as I did, and eliciting anouther groan from the girl. Erin's mother was making a soft mewling sound. My fingers were obviously coated in her daughter's juices and I raised them slowly to Erin's mouth which opened in anticipation. Then I pushed my fingers into the girl's mouth so that she could suck on them. "It's ok EM," I continued talking, "I can see for myself that it does."

Erin's mother was flushed, and panting. I softly pulled my fingers from her daughter's mouth and then turned Erin's face up so that I could kiss her. Deeply, tongue to tongue. After a moment during which the noises emanating from her mother continued, I pulled back from Erin and said, "bring your mother over here girl."

Erin walked over to her mother and pulled her, unresistingly, over to stand in front of me. Erin was watching my eyes as she stood behind her mother and gently tilted EM's head up so that she was looking at me. I continued instructing Erin, "remove your mother's housecoat Erin."

She reached around and undid the belt, and then pulled her mother's housecoat from her shoulders and released it to pool at her feet on the floor. EM had a white cotton floor length nighty on. It had buttons from the neckline down the front to waist level. I nodded at Erin.




Mister Gabe Ch. 05



Erin reached around her mother again and started to unbutton the nighty, starting at the top. EM put up no resistance. Six buttons later, Erin was done, so she grasped each side and pulled them open revealing her mother's breasts to me. I contemplated them for a few moments thinking that if this was what Erin was going to look like in twenty years then I should seriously think about keeping her. They were in very good shape, sitting high on her chest like her daughter's, pear shaped, average sized nipples, and showing only a little sag. Very nice. "Hmm...I guess they could do...in a pinch," I murmured for EM's benefit. "Ok Erin, let me see the rest of your mother," I commanded.

The girl pulled the nighty off completely, again letting it fall to her mother's feet. I stepped back and again spent a few moments observing. Erin stepped away as I slowly circled her mother, coming to a stop once again standing about two feet in front of her and looking down into her face. EM's body was more rounded than her daughter -- showing the fact that she had had a child, and that she was older. Nothing bad though. She was not the equivalent of either Jennifer -- who had had children, but took better care of herself, or 'C'. Looking south of her belly, her cunt was obscured by a thicket of pubic hair causing me to frown. I quite liked a covered pussy, but this was out of control. I could see that my frown had EM worried as I traced my eyes back up her body. Her nipples were puckered and hard, and I didn't think they were chilly.

"You will do EM." I paused as I looked into her eyes. EM tried to look away so I took her chin in my hand and held her looking at me. "EM, your daughter wants me to 'own' her, she begged me and I accepted. I just spent the night fucking her. I know that that doesn't bother you in any way because you knew what was happening by the noise she made while I pushed my cock into her repeatedly, and you did nothing about it." I paused for a reaction. Nothing but flared nostrils and panting. I tilted my head to look down on EM and stroked my thumb across her lips, "you know, EM, your daughter is an accomplished cock sucker. Are you?"

No response other than the rosy hue that now suffused her skin, and her continued panting.

I moved a kitchen chair to the middle of the room behind EM, and anouther sitting sideways two feet in front of the first. "EM sit down here," I motioned to the first chair. She sat with a thump. I then sat in the other, perpendicular to her. "Now, EM, we are hungry after our night of continuous sex. First I am going to feed your baby girl, and then you will give me something to eat." I looked at her -- she looked back at me, straight in the eyes this time.

"Erin, please come over here and help yourself."

It was like Erin had been reading my mind through this whole scene, and she definitely knew what I wanted now. I continued to observe her mother as she hurried over to kneel between my legs, dropping her housecoat to kneel on first. Then she worked to unzip my pants. I lifted up a bit so that she could easily pull my pants down, and off. My cock had only been at half-staff when confined in my pants, but now quickly jerked itself to attention. 

Erin began to purr. She put her hands behind her back, and then maintaining eye contact with me as much as possible, she lowered her head and reached out with her tongue to lick the head of my cock. I could see her mother's eyes blinking slowly as she watched her daughter.

My tiny eighteen year old had obviously paid attention to Stephanie's instruction, and her practice since then was showing as she ran her tongue from my balls up the base of my cock to the head and then swirled her tongue all around. She took her time bathing my entire cock. Then she bent further to lick my balls, gently pulling each in its turn into her mouth to suck noisily. I was sitting close enough, so I calmly rested my left hand on EM's naked thigh. She flinched. "EM, put your hand on mine," I commanded. To the backdrop of her daughter feasting upon my balls, she complied.

I glanced down at Erin and nodded. She backed up a bit to get a better angle and then pushed her mouth down on my cock. She stuck, and choked a bit when half way in, withdrawing to catch a breath, and then pushed herself down again until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Her mother watched her daughter's cheeks billow as her tongue was swirling around my cock inside her mouth.

I placed my right hand on the back of Erin's head. Still looking at EM I asked, "do you blow your husband like this?"

She nervously looked up at my eyes and then again down at her daughter, but she didn't answer. I pulled Erin down on my cock, right to the root and held her there.

We waited.

Even though she tried not to, Erin's body started to twitch -- she couldn't breathe. "Your daughter is suffocating upon my cock EM. I'm going to hold her here until you talk to me."

EM's fingers clenched upon my hand and she looked wildly up at me, "N...n...no. No I don't do that!"

"Why not? It would appear to me that you would like to suck on my cock. Why not your husband's?"

Erin was still struggling, but I held her for a moment before releasing her head. She bounced back, gasping for air, but she did manage to maintain the head of my cock in her mouth as she did.

EM struggled to say, "I don't know. I just don't want to do that to my husband."

"But you want to suck my cock don't you EM?"

She paused, but only for a bit as my hand returned to her daughter's head, and then in a very soft voice, "yes."

"Good. I'm glad we got that out of the way. Go make us something to eat," I ordered. She got up quickly, dropping my hand, as I motioned for Erin to continue.

For the next several minutes EM busied herself making some toast, eggs, and coffee while her daughter continued to expertly blow my mind. Finally I could feel my climax approaching. "EM," I grunted, "get over here, now!"

She had just set the food on the table so hurried over. I motioned her to her knees beside her daughter. As the pressure built and my own breathing became rough and raspy, I enjoyed the view of mother and daughter, naked, at my feet. Momentarily I had a vision of Jennifer and Sara in this position. Then I suddenly pushed Erin back off of my prick and directed a stream of cum onto her mother's face. EM flinched as the first gob hit her on the cheek but steadied as the rest splattered on her neck and breast. I was about to squeeze the last bit out on her when Erin again leaned in, taking my cock in her small hands and proceeded to milk me, and clean me up with her tongue.

Finally Erin was done and sat back on her heels. My breathing was approaching normal. "Erin, please clean up your mother. Use your tongue, and make sure you share with her."

Erin looked at me. I hadn't thought it was possible, but I may have just shocked her a bit. But, my little sex slave set to it. She shuffled her mother to face her and then leaned in to delicately trace her tongue up her mother's breast, scooping my cum as she went. Then, she opened her mouth to show me and then her mother, before leaning in to EM to kiss her. EM struggled for only a moment, and then opened her mouth so that Erin could push some of my cum in. Erin sat back and whispered, "swallow it mommy. You'll never taste anything better than Mister Dane's cum!" EM swallowed. The look on her face was priceless as she did.

Erin repeated the process, licking everything up from her mother's neck. This time the look on EM's face was less priceless and more interesting.

Once more, and this time EM appeared to be eagerly swapping tongue with her daughter, cleaning in her cheeks before she let Erin go. Erin sat back and looked at me. EM also looked at me, and then opened her mouth to speak.

Erin interrupted, "you call him Mister Dane, or sir, mom."

That elicited a visible pause, "Mister Dane, may..."

Erin interrupted again, "you should thank him first mom."

EM glanced at her daughter, and then back to me, "thank you...Mister Dane. May I..." and she blushed again, waving her hand in the general direction of my cock which was lying against my thigh in a semi-hard state. After last night, and the blow job that Erin had just bestowed upon me, I wasn't sure that I could get it up again so soon -- I am over forty! 

I shook my head 'no' and said, "not today. Let's eat. And we have to talk."

I allowed both of the ladies to pull their housecoats on while leaving them hanging open, and we took our seats at the table. They each grabbed a cup of coffee before joining me. 

"EM," I began, "tell me about your sex life."

The dam had broken, and she had no hesitation talking with me now. "I don't have sex very much. It used to be once a week or so, but lately, the last few years, maybe once every few months, if then."

"Why is that? Don't you like sex?"

"I think I do. I've only ever been with Erin's father." She paused and blushed again. "I've never even seen anouther penis,"... 

Erin interrupted her, "it is a cock, or a prick, mom."

She looked at her daughter for a moment, and then back at me, "Oh, ok...I've never even seen anouther cock before yours, Mister Dane."

"Why don't you have sex more often?" I asked again.

"My husband doesn't want to...and...and I just stopped trying. I mean, I want to, after all I've read that as a woman, I'm in my sexual prime. But what can I do?" she said with frustration evident in her voice, "I don't want to cheat on him. He has been a good provider, and good father," I glanced at Erin as she was about to open her mouth, shaking my head negatively at her. EM continued, "I do love him."

"Have you asked your husband, or 'told' your husband that you want to have sex?"

"No. I couldn't do that."

"hmmm...well I can tell that you do want me to have sex with you. Listen to me carefully," I commanded while reaching over the table to grip her chin, "what you've seen and done today will stay with you. You will find yourself thinking of it, of your daughter sucking on my cock, of you tasting and swallowing my cum, and you will find yourself wanting it more and more." I paused to let that sink in, "you will tell your husband that there is someone that he is going to share you with -- me -- but don't tell him anything else. I don't care how much sex you have had with him before, but I guarantee you that after you tell him that, he will want to fuck you -- yes, I said 'fuck' - but I now forbid you to have any sexual contact with him until you have that conversation with him, and he agrees -- from what you've just told me I expect that he won't put up much argument. Don't worry, I have no intention of breaking up your marriage," I grimaced to myself at that, "but I will, if you ask nicely, consider coming here and giving you what you want. And I know that you will want me to." I looked over at EM to, surprisingly, see her smile softly and nod at me.

I looked at Erin, and then back at her mother. "We have an understanding." I paused and then continued, "Erin here has spent some time with my daughter." EM's eyes opened wide as she turned to look at her daughter. "Yes, they have experimented more than a few times. I want you to experiment with your daughter over the next week before she goes off to college." I gave EM a hard stare until she nodded. "Good." I continued, "and Erin, I want you to help your mother to trim her bush. Some is good, that is just too much." Erin grinned at her mother's discomfort and then nodded at me.

Then I turned to Erin, "I am going to miss you very much Erin. Remember your agreement though, this only lasts until spring so I will want to keep tabs on you while you are away at college." She was nodding before I finished, also with a big smile on her face. "That reminds me...do you need anything for while you are at school Erin? I'm very happy to help you out."

"No Mister Dane. I'm good."

Then our conversation turned normal'ish, and we continued until well after we were done eating. Eventually we were at the back door after I had gone upstairs to finish dressing. I reached down to pull on my shoes and EM commented, "you know, I saw him looking at those and then glancing at me. He didn't say a thing." She smiled up at me. "You will probably hear from me sooner than you think." I pulled her into a hug and kissed her tenderly. 

Then I folded Erin into my arms and kissed her. "Erin, I hope you have a chance to drop by before you head to school, but if you don't, you promise me to call. Ask for anything you may need."

She was on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "I love you David. Thank you."

........................................

The next week and a half were quiet. My kids were gathering their school supplies with help from their mother and 'C' (who insisted that they both needed the latest in lightweight notebooks from Microsoft, or they wouldn't be able to learn properly). Sara and I had facetimed. She said that she had talked with her mother a couple of times as well. And a steady diet of cold shoulder from my wife.

Erin's mother called. She asked if I could come over. With some questioning I found out that she hadn't talked with her husband yet, so I refused. I told her that I was not going to participate in her 'cheating', and not to call me again until after she had had the talk. 

Birthday Presents...............

It was the last weekend before school started for the year. I was standing, in my swimsuit, in the kitchen, looking out over the patio, thankful that it was a sunny, warm day. Molly and Mike each had a few friends over and were in and out of the pool. With them were Erin, and a few of Sara's friends from high school last year. 'C' was fretting back and forth between the front door and my side as we were awaiting company to arrive -- she had on a white one piece bathing suit that plunged front and back, displaying her charms without being obvious about it. Brock's parents were coming over as we expected to welcome the newlyweds home from their honeymoon sometime soon.

Movement out of the corner of my eye drew my attention, and I turned slightly. Jennifer was coming down the hall from the foot of the stairs heading towards me. She had a wrap on, obviously over a bathing suit, and must have just made the transit from Mister Gabe's side of the house through our closet door because with everybody in the back yard she couldn't be seen coming from his house directly. She walked up to me and paused, looking in my eyes. "What?" she asked.

"Actually, I do have something that I'd like to talk with you about," I began. 

My wife's face scrunched up, "David, I really don't want to talk about..."

I interrupted her, "it is about 'C'."

That stopped her and she cocked her head to the side, "what?"

"Did you know that 'C' was a business major in school? That, in fact, she has an MBA?"

"Really? No, I didn't know that."

"...and given her experience running Mister Gabe's household for the last number of years, she has demonstrated her administrative skills...in very unorthodox circumstances, you may agree."

Jennifer simply nodded her head.

"I want 'C' to start re-experiencing a normal life. Did you know that she doesn't even have a bank account? Or at least, I would like her to experience 'life' as normal as we can make it. I'd like her to get a job." I paused to breathe and found that my hands were resting on Jen's shoulders, and she wasn't knocking them off. "I'm checking with firms that I know to see if they may have something for her...and I was hoping you would check in the school system too."

Jennifer had an odd look on her face. "You 'own' the woman, and you want her to get a job? Be normal? Really?"

I simply nodded my head at her.

"Ok, David. I'll look around. Actually, and I won't know this for sure until next week sometime, but I might know of just the right position." She nodded to herself, and looked up at me again, this time with the smile that had been so familiar only two months ago, and then seemed to realize how close we were standing to each other. Her smile disappeared, and with an unconscious glance towards the room's camera, she stepped back a pace. "Since you brought it up, sort of, I have something that I should share with you as well."

My hands fell to my sides, and I raised my eyebrows in question.

"With 'C' gone, Mister Gabe and I need someone to run the household." She paused, "he doesn't believe that I should, or will have the time, to do it properly myself -- what with my job, and his...his, uh, his needs. So, for now anyways, he is going to start bringing in other women that have 'been his' to do the work." She saw the look on my face as I contemplated that, "MP's wife is the closest, so she will be here for at least two weeks, starting next week." She hurried on, "after that he will bring in others."

My mouth hung open a little. "MP's wife? The kids know her...don't you think that that may be a just a bit awkward?" I asked.

"Well, yes, it could be. But we'll just have to adjust and come up with something because that is what Mister Gabe wants," she declared with some force, as if expecting an argument.

I was getting tired of this whole 'distancing' thing, so I replied curtly, "it is your problem Jennifer. You'll have to answer the kid's questions. I'll just send them to you -- any time of the day or night that they ask. You'll just have to be more available to them." With that I turned from her to observe outside again. 

Bad timing. I could see Mister Gabe strolling across the patio from his side of the house. He was wearing a set of vivid white boxer swim trunks, with a large white towel draped over his shoulder, and he made quite a sight. Everybody outside stopped what they were doing to watch him approach -- I had to admit that he was imposing, standing well over six feet, black as the ace of spades, heavily muscled top and bottom. It was also pretty obvious that he was packing, with his dong swinging around in his loose-fitting trunks. I heard a sigh from my wife and glanced at her again. The expression on her face made me sick -- she looked to be swooning over the black bastard.

I pulled open the door and then, sarcastically, told her she better hop-to-it, her 'master' was out of his den. She glared at me for a moment and then did exactly that...walking out onto the patio and going to the pool. As she did I saw her drop her wrap on the couch, revealing a red bikini. All of the male eyes out there, including Mister Gabe's, zeroed in on the approaching sex kitten before she dove into the pool. My wife was hot! No doubt about it, except for the 'my wife' part of that thought. I was really starting to wonder.

At that moment I heard the doorbell ring, followed immediately by 'C' greeting someone at the front door, so I stopped watching my wife and headed down the hall myself. Brock's parents were there. Brock's dad had shorts and a flowery Hawaiian-type shirt on. He shook my hand and said something that I didn't really catch as I looked at his wife.

Roberta, Brock's mom...Bobby...simply did not look like the woman that had gone to her son's wedding. On the other hand, she did look something like the woman that had left the bridal suite later that night might look like. Bobby was wearing heeled sandals, a very short wrap around her bikini bottom, and a bikini top that just barely held her in. My eyes probably stayed a bit too long there, but it was nice to look at.

Eventually my eyes rose to hers. She was grinning at me, "hello Mister Dane." Then she stepped into a hug, which turned into kiss during which she allowed her tongue to trace my lips. I was a bit uncomfortable with the Mister standing right there, so didn't really get into the kiss.

We stepped back from each other, "nice to see you again." 




Mister Gabe Ch. 05



'C' immediately stepped past us, giving me a wink, then ushered them through the house and onto the patio. I followed slowly, watching Bobby's derriere wiggle as she walked. We got out into the backyard to see my wife walking out of the shallow end of the pool and running over to say hi. 'C' made a point of getting drinks for Brock's folks before Mister Gabe could get out of the pool and offer.

We spent the bulk of the afternoon in and out of the pool, drinking, sunning, and talking. When we were out of the pool, we generally sat together on the couches around the unlit fire pit. Jennifer made a point of sitting with me, and I made a point of not sitting with Bobby. I had just recently resolved to leave Bobby alone. 

It all worked fine until I found myself in the kitchen getting some reinforcements for the dead soldiers outside (more beer and wine) when the patio door opened and in walked Bobby. She strolled right over to me, grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits, "I've been thinking about nothing other than the wedding since we left it. What you did to me. What you made me do with Brock. Everything," it all came out in a hoarsely whispered rush. "I have imagined your cock in my mouth, in my cunt, and in my ass, over and over and over. I just cannot stop thinking about it! You have to fuck me right now."

"Hang on," I said, and walked over to the patio door. I opened it and walked briskly over to the couches where Jen was now sitting on one side of Brock's dad, with 'C' on the other. Mister Gabe was across the fire pit nursing a beer. I put the spare drinks down and then leaned over the back to say to Jen, "Roberta hasn't seen the upstairs and wants to get an idea of what Brock and Sara will be moving in to once Gabriel leaves. I am going to take her upstairs and show her around." I got nods from everybody.

I headed back into the house and grabbed Bobby's hand, dragging her behind me to and up the stairs. At the top I told her to remove her bikini bottom. She was grinning madly as she shimmied, pushing her bikini bottoms to the floor. I bent down, picked them up, and tossed them over the rail. Her lips formed an "O" as we watched them fall to the hallway below. Anyone coming in to the kitchen would see them.

I looked at her, "this is going to be quick," and, "come with me." I led the way to my bedroom and over to the balcony door -- the balcony that overlooked the patio on which everybody was sitting. I looked at her again, standing there, nude from the waist down, her small bush glistening with her excitement already. "On your knees!" She dropped like a stone. "Hands behind your back." I fished my cock out of my swim trunks and grabbed her hair, pulling her towards me. Her eyes never left my prick as her mouth opened. "Wider, cunt! Open wide, and look up at me! Your eyes never leave mine!" I pushed into her mouth, hard. Bobby gagged and her hands came away from her back to push back on me. I slapped her across the face with my left hand, and then thrust into her mouth again, "this is what you said you wanted you whore!" I was being particularly harsh on purpose.

I drove into her mouth, causing her to choke and gag, over and over. Then I pulled out, dragging her to her feet by her hair and harshly whispered into her face from an inch away, "is this really what you want, Bobby?"

Tears were streaming down her face, and there was drool and pre-cum dripping from her lips. Mutely, she just nodded her head at me.

"Get outside and lean up against the rail. Call to everybody and when they are looking at you, tell Jen that you like our house tour so far, and are enjoying the view."

"But...Dave...Mister Dane...they will see me without...nude?" and she motioned at her naked bottom.

"This is what you want woman. You want to cheat on your husband, and you want me to fuck you. You'll just have to hope that they don't recognize what they see."

Hesitantly she stepped out on to the balcony. She leaned onto the rail, on her elbows, positioning her lower body back from the rail, but hanging her bikini-clad breasts in view. Then she called out to the people below. I stepped quietly out behind her, but kept back a bit so I couldn't be seen. Using my foot I created three feet of space between her feet. Then I pushed my fingers into her sopping cunt. I didn't pause to caress, or softly ease in to her I just pushed three fingers in. She grunted and briefly looked over her shoulder with a look of panic on her face, but her husband was talking to her so she turned back.

I pushed my fingers in and out a few times and then pulled them from her, dripping wet. Then, I touched her rosebud, causing her to flinch and lose her voice momentarily. Using her own juices, I pushed a finger into her anus, pulled it out and then back in with two fingers. I was fisting my hard on with the other hand. 

Bobby's conversation with people below was over and she was making a show of looking around the area from the vantage of the balcony. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "do you want me to do this," as I pushed three fingers into her ass. 

She grunted, and hesitated. I pushed again, swirling my fingers around inside her.

She grunted again, and then, hesitatingly said, "nnn...nnooo...David. I've changed my mind."

I stopped immediately, pulling my fingers from her. I grasped her elbow, pulling her straight and then pulled her into the bedroom. I held her close for a few moments as she started to cry, patting her head and rubbing her back. I whispered into her ear, "why did you stop?"

"I...it was so hot...but...I don't know."

"I do." I lifted her head to look her in the eye. "At the wedding, you did not 'stop' with Brock. Why not?"

She had regained control. "That was hot too." She was thinking.

I said, "wait here," and ran down the stairs, retrieved her bikini bottom and returned. Gratefully, she took them from me and put them on. Then we sat on the divan at the foot of the bed and looked at each other.

I repeated, "I do know the answers to both questions. In both cases, with Brock and with me, they felt 'wrong' to you. Yes?"

She nodded.

"However 'wrong' it felt with Brock, you let it...no, you made it happen. You made it happen because it was 'hot', and you let it happen because you love Brock. You will probably let it happen again. Yes?"

She stared at me for a moment, and then with a smile spreading across her face, she nodded slowly.

"With me, just now, it was different. Don't get me wrong Bobby. You are a very desirable woman. But. But, I don't love you, and you don't love me. Today, I was showing you what could happen if you just give yourself over to someone...me or anyone else. You ask for a fuck, and you get a fuck. You just never know. You do know what you get from your husband though."

She nodded, and whispered, "it just isn't enough."

"Well, then I think you should start talking to him. Let him discover you again. Tell him what you want. Find out what he wants. You love each other?" She nodded. "Then that is where you should take this." 

We stood, and after a moment looking at each other, I opened my arms to her and we hugged. I whispered in her ear, "I hope that you don't hold any of this against me Bobby, I do like you. And I am really glad that you are my daughter's mother."

She smiled up at me, "I am ok, and yes, you and I are good." She paused, then kissed me, "thank you David."

Bobby took a moment to clean up and then we headed downstairs and outside. 

Not long afterward 'C' stood, stating, "our missing newlyweds should be arriving soon, so I'll wait for them at the front door." Jen went with her, and the pool started to empty as everybody anticipated Sara and Brock's arrival.

'C's wonderful sixth sense worked for her again. She called out to us that they were pulling up so Brock's parents, Molly, Mike and myself arose to go to the front door. Mister Gabe started to get up but I glared at him and told him to stay put, so, with a shrug, he sat down again.

I was the last to make it to the front door, so Sara and Brock were fully engaged in greetings -- handshakes, hugs, and kissing -- with everybody else. I stood back to let it happen, smiling as I watched my daughter and her husband. They were both tanned dark. Brock was in shorts and a shirt very similar to his dad's -- which they were laughing about. Sara was glowing and dressed in capri shorts and a colourful t-shirt. 

They made it through Brock's parents, and both Molly and Mike, who then headed back to the patio. I had noticed that when Brock hugged his mom that he seemed a bit stiff -- until Bobby whispered something in his ear, which caused a grin and an easing of the tension that I could see there. 

Brock hugged Jennifer, pulling her in tight and as soon as everybody else's backs were turned, he gave her a kiss. It ended with both smiling broadly at each other. Sara was stiff with her mother, which I found myself feeling grateful for. They hugged quickly, and then stepped back from each other before Sara found herself in 'C's arms. That turned into a kiss as well. Brock only shook 'C's hand although he was grinning as he did.

Finally, it was my turn. Jennifer left, striding with purpose back to the patio. I had caught her looking around for someone other than me and presumed that she had expected Mister Gabe to be there. She did not look at me as she brushed past. 'C' squeezed my arm as she left.

Brock stepped up to shake my hand. "How was my girl?" I asked.

His smile was huge, "my wife is beautiful in every possible way!" he declared. Then a simple, "thank you," before he went down the hall following everybody else.

I stood there looking at my daughter. She was beautiful. She smiled playfully at me and then leapt into my arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and planted her lips on mine. In an instant her tongue had found its way into my mouth and was dueling for space with mine. I leaned up against the wall to help support her and returned, in full measure, Sara's passionate kiss. Eventually her feet dropped to the ground, and still holding my shoulders she stepped back a bit, looking up into my face, "we had a great time, daddy. Absolutely marvelous! I've married a wonderful, caring man. I'm soooo happy!"

I was smiling at her excitement when she continued with her expression sobering as she did, "Brock is good, and he is still good with the fact that none of that changes the fact that I 'belong' to you, daddy!" Her face grew solemn, "nothing has changed with mom and Mister Gabe?"

I shook my head 'no' as my smile faded as well. "Actually, it has gotten a bit worse, but I'll let 'C' tell you about that." 

"Is that why you seem a little different?" my little girl asked me.

"In part, I guess," and I pulled her back into a hug, "I've been doing a lot of thinking these last two weeks, and I had kind of an epiphany with Erin last week."

She cocked her head in inquiry at me.

"In short, I am not going to go down Mister Gabe's road...even though that is where I was headed. It will change what is between you and I some, but not in any way that you will disapprove...I hope." I stopped, hugged her tight and then released her, then with a smile, "you have people who want to see you Sara, and we can talk more about this later, if you want to."

She still had a question on her face, "but...but daddy, you will still make love to me? Right?"

I grinned, and simply nodded my head before guiding her down the hall towards the patio.

We all spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other. Sara even made a point of thanking Mister Gabe for the honeymoon trip -- which I couldn't fault her for. I grilled some burgers and dogs to go with our beer and wine while we listened to the endless, entertaining stories that Brock and Sara had to tell.

Eventually darkness crept up on us -- and Brock's parents decided it was time for them to leave. We -- Jen, Brock, Sara and myself -- saw them to the door. As they were driving away Mike and Molly arrived to see their friends off as well, after which both of my younger kids headed up to their rooms.

Back on the patio Brock and Sara, having changed to swimsuits earlier, went to join Erin and their other friends in the pool. I sat down on the couch beside 'C', and Jennifer sat beside Mister Gabe. As she sat, he dropped his hand to the couch cushion and she placed hers in his. I just shook my head, but 'C' caught the motion and grabbed my hand, pulling it into her lap.

Mister Gabe looked at our hands, and then spoke up, "'C'...my wife brought something to my attention earlier today. Apparently you believe that you don't have a bank account?"

That caught us both by surprise. I looked directly at my wife who was grinning broadly back at me. 'C' looked at Mister Gabe and shook her head, "no, I don't. You made me close out everything that I had with Jerry a long time ago."

He smiled at her. "I give every woman who becomes my wife a bank account, and put money into it. I am surprised that he," and he pointed at me, "doesn't know that. It is his firm that handles all of my business, including the set up and management of the various accounts." That was news to me -- and my mind starting turning over about how I may be able to use that information. Mister Gabe interrupted my thoughts as he continued, "if I do not release a woman, then I continue to put money into her account -- I am responsible for her -- and 'C', you should know that." He paused for a moment, "now I know that our," and he waggled his hand indicating himself and 'C', "that the end of our relationship, was a little different than anything that had gone before." He shrugged, "but you should also know that I always honour all of my commitments. You have somewhere around five hundred thousand dollars in your account that is the sum of the lump I put in there a little while ago, and the interest you've been earning over the years since the first deposit." The black bastard was smiling broadly at the dumbstruck woman beside me.

"I have money!" she exclaimed.

He nodded with a very self-satisfied expression on his, "yes you do. Enough that you don't have to stay with him," and he pointed at me. 

I looked over at 'C' to find her staring at me, "this won't change anything between us, David...unless you want it to?"

I started to shake my head 'no', but then stopped and shrugged. "I am happy for you 'C'. We can talk about it, privately, later?"

She nodded and then leaned in to kiss me. Remembering where we were, and the company that was still at the pool, she pulled back abruptly, with a small grin, and then looked over at Mister Gabe saying a simple, "thank you." 

He nodded again, seeming very self-satisfied, while I arose stating, "I think we should have anouther drink to celebrate this news with 'C'. Who wants one?" I even offered to get a drink for the black bastard.

Everybody accepted so I went over to the bar and started pouring drinks. Erin showed up, with one of Sara's male friends from school to ask if they could all have a beer as well. I didn't see why not. They were all eighteen or older. They grabbed sufficient bottles for their gang and went back to where they were all sitting in the loungers by the pool. I returned to the couches and passed out the drinks.

Mister Gabe took a swig of his beer and then sat it down on the table. He then reached around my wife, pulling her closer and, "come here beautiful" he said. He pulled Jennifer up on to his lap, cradling her back in his right arm with her feet swinging to lie sideways along the couch cushions. She held her drink out of the way while he nuzzled her neck and ear lobe and then kissed her on the mouth. 'C' and I could see his tongue invade my wife's mouth and hers returning the favour. What the hell! He was holding my wife, in a public setting in which a number of people who were 'not in the know' were around. I craned my head around to quickly glance over to the gaggle by the pool.

I coughed to return their attention to the surroundings.

Mister Gabe stopped the kiss, but he moved his left hand up from her legs, pushing her wrap out of the way, and with one finger he pulled her bathing suit top out of the way, exposing her breasts. Then he proceeded to twist and twirl my wife's right nipple in his fingers. He looked at me, "I noticed that you gave the kids some drinks."

I nodded, trying not to watch him fondle my wife. "Not all of them. Erin, Brock, Sara and those other two boys, yes. The other girl, no. She isn't eighteen yet."

He nodded back at me, and then he turned his face to Jennifer, "darling. Those boys went to your school last year didn't they?" Jennifer nodded. "They turned eighteen while they were under your care?" Again, she nodded. "Did you give them a birthday present when they turned eighteen?"

My wife looked askance at Mister Gabe. "No."

"That wasn't very nice of you. I think that you should rectify that situation."

"uhhh...ok."

"What should you give them Jennifer? What can you give them that they didn't get from anybody else? I wonder?" I was looking over my shoulder again at the people by the pool and didn't see anyone who had appeared to see my wife sitting on the neighbor's lap.

"I know!" came suddenly from Mister Gabe. "This is what you'll do Jennifer, and don't worry, I will help you out." Then he leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

I could tell that it was something unexpected as Jen's eyes opened wide as she listened and then her face turned to Mister Gabe in disbelief. "Just do as you are told bitch!" Mister Gabe harshly whispered at her. My wife, her expression still frozen in disbelief, hesitantly nodded and pulled her suit top up to cover her tits, arose from his lap and walked into the house. I was wondering what was going on.

Mister Gabe then asked, "may I borrow Sara and 'C' for a few moments please, David? Nothing untoward, I just need their assistance for a few minutes...you can come with me too. As a matter of fact, I think you should."

I considered for a few moments, 'what was this crazy black bastard up to now?', but eventually I just shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head. Jennifer was going to do whatever he told her to do anyway. Maybe if I was there I could limit any potential fallout. Probably not, but if I wasn't there I wouldn't have any opportunity at all.

Mister Gabe stood and said, "come with me." 'C' and I followed him over to the group of kids. He motioned for us to wait as he knelt down beside my daughter, and whispered in Sara's ear. She listened while looking up at me. When Mister Gabe was done, she looked at him, over at one of the boys, and then back at me with a question on her face. I shrugged and nodded, so she nodded to Mister Gabe. Then he led us into the house. There he paused again to whisper in 'C's ear. She looked at me and then headed down the hallway to stand at the foot of the stairs. Obviously she was keeping an eye out for Mike and Molly.

Inside, Jennifer was standing in front of the couch. Mister Gabe suggested that I have a seat in one of the chairs, while he sat in the other. In a moment, Sara came in the door followed by one of her friends -- I couldn't remember the names of either of the boys. He was shorter at about five foot eight, and slightly pudgy. His face still showed the remains of an earlier acne problem. Right now he was wearing a loose boxer bathing suit, and a t-shirt that he had pulled on as the night air started to cool.

Sara led him into the living room area and then looked at Mister Gabe. "This is Barry. You asked me to bring him in?"

Mister Gabe replied, "yes, thank you dear. We want to talk with Barry for a moment. You may return to your friends now." Jen had her eyes on the ground.

Sara waited for me to nod again, and then left.




Mister Gabe Ch. 06



I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. Here now is the revised version of the Mister Gabe tale.

All characters are 18 or over before involvement in sexual activity.

*****

David and Jennifer's Anniversary...

September was a terrible month. 

Erin was gone, although she called me every couple of nights and it was fun hearing about all of the new things in her life at college. She had a new roommate who she was struggling to get along with, and she had a couple of bouts of homesickness, but overall things were going well for her while I was at home missing her at least as much.

Sara was also back at school, and Brock back to work with his dad's company. Having them both living in the house with us took some adjusting, but everybody took it in stride. Sara and I spent some time together, but I made a point of limiting those to only a couple of nights. I wanted her relationship with her husband to grow and forced myself to consciously step back from her.

Jennifer was a ghost. She walked through the bedroom at the beginning of each day, dressed for work and heading for the kitchen for breakfast with the kids. Normally 'C' would have it ready, and we all just sat down to eat. Jen would talk with the kids, and 'C', but all I got were monosyllabic answers. The Mister Gabe imposed communication barrier took its toll on me I have to admit.

Mike was Mike. A teenage boy - brash and self-confident. He started working out at the school gym to add muscle to his growing frame. Molly noticed Jen's treatment of me and made a point of returning it to her tenfold, refusing to engage with her mother on anything.

'C' was a godsend to our family, becoming the glue that held us all together. She took care of most meals, and ensured that homework was getting done. Her efforts underlined the fact that Jennifer was less and less a part of our daily lives, her daily 'appearances' not-with-standing. 'C' spent most nights with me, and we talked a lot about her future. She was delighted in the prospect of getting a job but was uninterested in finding her own place - even though she now knew that she had the money to do so. 

MP's wife arrived at the Black residence the first week of September. She dressed up in a suit similar to 'C's old concierge outfit and took to doing all of the things that 'C' used to do for him. The first time she appeared in the backyard while the kids were there was interesting as I watched Jennifer and Mrs. MP struggle to explain why the wife of their dad's highly paid boss was working for the neighbor as a servant. When they looked to me for an explanation I just shrugged and pointed them at their mother. I had absolutely no intention of getting involved in that discussion. 

I was successful locating the part of the firm's library in which all of the documents pertaining to Mister Gabe's business was stored. I took to working late many nights, perusing the papers, as a plan started to form. I had reached an agreement with anouther firm to move to them, but with my discoveries, I agreed with the new firm to delay my move until the first of the new year. I would need that long to pull things together. They were long hours, but all dedicated to a good cause in my mind.

And of course, the horrific events in New York over shadowed everybody's lives.

October...

As October opened, 'C' and I were both surprised and delighted one evening to find Jennifer waiting for us in the bedroom when we retired for the night. Jen, still ignoring me completely, told 'C' that she had set up an interview with the Principal of her school, who was looking for an office administrator. The role was not up to 'C's education or previous experience, but it was a foot in the door. That weekend 'C', Jen, and Sara spent a Saturday shopping for business outfits for 'C'. The interview the following Monday was a success and she was scheduled to start her new job at Jennifer's school the next week.

Given our surreal life since I gave Jen to the black bastard, and the chaos leading up to Sara's wedding, let alone the wedding itself and the couple of weeks right after it, I had completely forgotten that my anniversary was in October. The anniversary of the day that I had wed the love of my life was on the Sunday before 'C' started work.

I wasn't reminded of it until the night of, after a busy day at work - yes, I was working weekends - and a normal'ish family dinner. 

After dinner we had spent some time sitting on the patio having a drink as the sun set. Brock and Sara were at his folk's house for dinner and we didn't expect them back until late. Mike and Molly were swimming in the pool for a while before Mike dried off and headed in to the house. 'C' was sitting beside me on one couch while Jennifer sat beside Mister Gabe on the other. They weren't too close to each other as the kids were around, but I could see her hand drift over to touch him occasionally. Everybody was wearing summer casual - shorts, t-shirts - as the day was a warm one. When Mike left, Molly dried off and then came to join us, plopping herself between 'C' and I, staring coldly at Mister Gabe and her mother.

An uncomfortable silence ensued until, now glaring at her mother, Molly acidly asked, "why don't you just kiss him mother? I've seen you do it often enough before. Go ahead!"

Mister Gabe looked at our youngest for a moment, and then glanced at me with an eyebrow cocked in inquiry. "I think that I'm going to go up to bed," he said. He stood, and then glancing pointedly at Molly, bent over to kiss my wife on the lips. It was chaste compared to what I had seen them do in the past, but there was no doubt that tongues engaged for a minute. Molly snorted and looked up at me. Mister Gabe straightened and with a nod to all of us, headed into his side of the house leaving Jennifer on the couch by herself.

Jennifer also rose, and then surprising the shit out of me, she came around the fire pit to lean down and give me a kiss on the lips. Brief, chaste, but still it was a kiss. Then she straightened, softly caressing my cheek as she gazed down into my eyes. The coldness that I had seen there since the wedding was gone. She whispered, "I'm going to bed too. Don't be long David." Huh?

We all watched her head into the house. Molly rose and departed, leaving 'C' and me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her over so that she was sitting on my lap sideways. First I gave her a kiss on the neck and then started to snake my hand under her t-shirt, cupping her breast. "David," she whispered throatily. "No, not tonight," and she stood, adjusting her shirt as she did. "Good night David."

Huh? My daughter dares her mother to make out with her supposedly secret lover. My wife kisses me and actually looks at me without daggers. And 'C', the woman who gave herself to me, and has been in my bed for most of the last month, refuses me. What the fuck?

I finished my drink and then spent a few minutes cleaning up. Then I went inside and up the stairs. Lights were out at every door but I tried 'C's room anyway - I wanted to see what was up with her - but it was locked. I shrugged while standing there contemplating the locked door, then headed for my room.

I opened the door and went to pour myself anouther drink. Turning, glass in hand, I noticed that the light to the ensuite was on, the fan on inside, and the door ajar. Huh? I walked over and pushed the door open. Jennifer was lying back in the bathtub, bubbles up to her chin. Her eyes were closed.

I stepped in to the room and sat down on the edge of the tub, looking down at my wife. Jen's eyes opened and she looked up at me. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "Mister Gabe said that I could...should, spend this night with you." She smiled, but there was a tenseness to the smile.

I cocked my head to the side, rose and left the room. I poured her a drink, and returned, handing it to her. Before I could speak she sat up in the tub, her beautiful breasts rising from the bubbles, and said, "I don't want to talk about Mister Gabe, or the last three months. He told me to tell you that it is just us tonight, David."

Ok, I said to myself, although at the back of my mind there was a faint warning siren sounding, trying to tell me to beware. I ignored it. We talked. Me sitting on the edge of the tub. Jen soaking. Both sipping at our drinks. We talked about the kids. We talked about the school year so far. We talked about my work - although I didn't mention that I had already made arrangements to get away from the firm and MP, or that I had started to look through Mister Gabe's business affairs at the office. We did not talk about Erin, or me and Sara, but eventually I did bring up 'C', and we discussed her upcoming job. Jen asked me if I was 'being taken care of', and I knew she was talking about me and Sara and 'C'. I simply nodded, gaining a soft smile in return. Then she said, "help me up," as she started to stand.

I held her hand as she rose from the suds. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. Long hair that she had kept out of the water, now draped across her wet shoulders. Fine featured face, pretty smile. Just larger than handful sized breasts - or at least my handfuls; I couldn't help but think that they were small in Mister Gabe's hands. Tiny waist, and I could see that she must have ramped up her work-out regimen because I could see abs where before there had been only soft flesh. Shapely, muscular legs climaxing at her 'V'. Large, full pussy lips framing a delicious, warm cave and topped by a small landing strip shaped to point the way.

I stepped back as she stepped out. She reached for and handed me a towel and indicated that I should dry her off. I did, taking my time, starting at her neck and shoulders and working my way down. I was kneeling in front of her and had just finished her feet and legs and was looking directly at her pussy lips and thinking about leaning in to kiss her there when I noticed something.

Written in tiny, black letters just above her landing strip was 'I belong to Gabriel Black'. My head snapped up to look into my wife's eyes. She frowned down at me, "what?" She bent over a bit, "oh, don't worry about that Dave. It isn't a permanent tattoo - I told you that I wouldn't let that happen. It is done with an airbrush and lasts a couple of weeks or so. This is the third."

I stood, "the black bastard does this?"

She smiled, although the smile looked a bit forced, "no, he...he takes me into a place downtown run by a 'friend' of his. I strip down and lie on the table and the 'friend' does it. It only takes a few minutes." She looked away from me.

"...and?" I asked, because I could see she wasn't telling me everything.

She looked up at me, grimaced, and then shrugged, "the 'friend' says that the area has to be particularly soft for this to work - I know it is bullshit - but he gets it that way by eating me out first. Once I cum, and then relax, he does this." She paused. "Mister Gabe just sits there and watches."

"Oh." What could I say. I turned away and walked into the bedroom, refilled my drink, and went out to the balcony to sit down. The sun had set some time ago so the room I had walked through was dark, and I didn't turn on the balcony light. I wanted the darkness to hide my confusion over what was going on. 

After a moment Jennifer followed me out. She was nude. I looked at her thinking my wife would have never stepped, nude, out on to this balcony. She came over and sat herself down on my lap, placing her arms around my neck and resting her head on my chest under my chin.

"Jennifer. What are you doing? I mean," I elaborated, "since Sara's wedding you have been so cold to me, and you told me that that was going to be the way it would be. I don't understand what you are doing?"

She started to nibble at my neck, placing soft kisses as she did. "Mister Gabe told me I could, no, that I 'should' be with you tonight."

Huh? "Why tonight?"

She stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, "because this is our anniversary lover."

I was gobsmacked! I had forgotten about that - actually I had thought about it during Sara's wedding, and just expected that celebrating our anniversary was a thing of the past so put it out of my mind. I recovered, "Mister Gabe told you to. What did, do, you want?"

Softly she said, "I don't want to ever forget, or miss, the anniversary of the day that I became your wife David Dane. It was the best day of my life, the culmination of all of my dreams to that point." She pulled my head down to look deep into my eyes for a moment and then leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I did, do, and always, always will love you my darling husband." She kissed me then, the kind of kiss that we used to share all of the time. Passionate, tongues, heat, all of it. My mind sailed away from me as I experienced a moment that I had come to believe may never happen again. 

Jen pulled her lips from mine and with very serious eyes she stated, "don't ever forget what I just said, or this moment, regardless of whatever may happen in the future. This moment and what I just said are the truth." Then, wiggling her butt on my lap and smiling at me, "it feels like you want more than necking, Mister Dane." Sure enough, I was as stiff as a steel rod, under my wife and trapped within the pants that I was still wearing.

"Let's go to bed," I whispered with a throaty husk to my voice.

Momentarily I saw her brow furrow, but I ignored that as I stood, holding my wife in my arms. I stepped into the darkened bedroom, all shades of grey and black, and set her down on the bed. Jennifer glanced towards our closet and then up at me, "let me undress you."

I pulled my shirt off over my head and discarded it on the floor as Jennifer pulled my belt off. Then she worked the button open and pulled the zipper down. She glanced up at me and with a dramatic flair pulled my pants and shorts to the floor. Freed, my cock bounced up at her. She grinned again and licked her lips and then stood. "Get in the middle of the bed David." I did.

Jen crawled up on to the bed with me and pulled me down, and then stretched up over me, dragging her breasts up my abdomen to grasp my wrists and straighten my arms out above my head. "I think that I need to restrain you a bit tonight darling." Huh? "Otherwise you are going to get carried away." My wife pulled the arm restraints that Mister Gabe had had installed from the headboard and put my wrists in them. With a firm tug my arms were held in place. While she was doing that her breasts were hanging in my face so I was trying to catch nipples with my mouth - unsuccessfully.

She lay back down pinning me under her. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she dragged it down my abdomen, stopping so that the head of my cock was just below her pussy lips. Jen began kissing me again, holding my head tightly in her hands. My eyes closed as I enjoyed my wife's lips.

Jennifer's knees were outside of my hips, and I could feel her feet hooked on the inside of my knees. She gave me a particularly passionate kiss and then whispered very softly in my ear, "he made me do this." That didn't register because I could feel her reach down between our bodies to grasp my straining cock. She pulled it away from where it had been anxiously nudging at the entrance to her warm cave and positioned it so that her lips were on either side. Then she started to move slowly back and forth. She was dragging her turgid nipples across my chest while my cock slid to and fro between her moist valley and scraping across her clit. I was in heaven with my breath turning ragged. I didn't even notice the bed sag between my legs as my wife used her hooked feet to pull my legs wide apart.

Suddenly Jennifer stopped moving, her lips firmly planted on mine, sucking the air from me. I heard a deep voice coming from the darkness behind her, "happy anniversary Dane. Your treat is to feel, intimately, as I take MY wife's ass." I started screaming in my mind and trying to whip my head away from Jennifer's grasp. 

I could now feel the weight on the bed between my legs. I felt fingertips brush my hips as they took firm hold of Jen's body. I felt the air leave her mouth into mine as the black bastard inserted his cock into her rosebud. And I felt his weight lay on top of my wife, on top of me, as he sank fully into her.

I tried to yell. I tried to move away from this assault. I could not do either.

Mister Gabe growled at me, "you have been a pain from day one Dane." He pulled away from Jen. "You just don't seem to get it. This is my bitch." He hammered a stroke into my wife. "She will do anything I tell her to do." He pulled back and immediately rammed into her again. "She loves me, and not you! She loves my cock, and not yours! She is MINE!" With each statement from Mister Gabe, he drove down into Jennifer flattening her body on mine, driving her body up and down mine with my cock trapped in her folds, but not allowed entrance.

My screams were muffled by Jennifer and as much as I twisted I could not remove the weight pinning me to the bed.

Eventually the black bastard rose to his knees pulling Jennifer's body up with him, but leaning over her and using his hand to press her tits into my chest and her face into mine. Then he started to jackhammer in to her, over and over. This went on for a lifetime until, finally, I could hear his breath explode from him and he collapsed again so that Jen's cunt was pressed into my abdomen as he came into her ass. 

He lay there for a while catching his breath, and I realized that I had stopped yelling. My wife was crying and with her lips still at mine, whispering over and over that she was sorry. Finally Mister Gabe had enough. He clipped her across the back of the head as he arose, and then grabbing a fistful of her hair he pulled her from me so that she was standing beside him. He bent slightly, digging his large fingers into her ass. In a moment he bent over me to wipe the cum, his cum, that he had just taken from my wife, on to my chest, smearing it to cover as much of me as he could.

I couldn't say a thing I was in such a rage. At that moment I vowed to ruin the black bastard, in every way that I could.

Finally, Mister Gabe bent Jennifer backwards and put his lips on hers. I lay there watching my wife return his kiss with passion - belying her earlier words to me.

They stood, and then hand in hand, they walked through the interconnecting door to his side of the house. I tried everything that I could to release my bonds, but was not able to.

That is the way that 'C' found me in the morning when she hesitantly opened the door to peak into the room.

...

The Plan to get MG (October)

The camel's back was irrevocably broken when the straw named Mister Gabe fucked my wife's ass, on top of me. Any hesitation about the lengths to which I would go to 'pay him back' were tossed out of the window. 

From the moment that 'C' untied my arms the morning after I became a man on a mission. I spent the rest of that month and most of the next either at my office downtown, or locked in my office at home. It was the only thing that I could think about. Everything else fell by the wayside.

I understood that keeping documents secure at home would be problematic - even in the black-bastard-free-zone of my home office. Mister Gabe had a succession of women filling his 'C' role and they all quickly acquired the bad habit of strolling through my house whenever they wanted to. After I threw the first one out of the kitchen Jennifer yelled at me that it was her house too and she could invite whomever she wanted inside, whenever she wanted to...all while the black bastard was sitting at our kitchen table grinning at me.




Mister Gabe Ch. 06



It was also obvious that I could not trust Jennifer. Mister Gabe was right in that regard, she would do anything that he told her - and I suspected that would include rifling through the papers in my office if he ever got suspicious of all of the time I was spending in there. The 'distancing' was now working two ways. I just didn't talk to Jennifer. I could barely look at her.

That became obvious to the rest of my household too. I just didn't try to hide my disdain for the woman that I had married. How the fuck could she have allowed that to happen - and especially how could she have perverted our wedding anniversary in such a fashion? The excuse that 'Mister Gabe told her to' have worn too thin. It became a very tense situation that evolved into 'my team' and 'Jen's team'. 

'C', of course, understood my mood completely, and her attitude towards Jen changed overnight. While 'C' had lived Jen's life, she said that she had never done something like that to her ex...and as she explained it to me, while Mister Gabe could be very mean to the ex-husband, as far as she knew he had never done something like that before to anyone else. It made things a bit tense for her at work for a while although 'C' said that Jen was completely different in her professional space. Eventually, while at work they remained cordial, even friendly in a business sense, at home 'C' was doing some 'distancing' herself.

Molly, who knew the back story, even though I wouldn't tell her details of the anniversary, could clearly see that something new had happened. My youngest daughter already didn't like what Jennifer was doing, so she quickly aligned herself into my team. Mike, even though normally distracted, as most teenage boys tend to be, also couldn't miss the frigid atmosphere. I couldn't, and didn't, fault him for landing in his mother's camp. 

I couldn't tell Sara what had happened - I just refused to discuss it - so as she observed the heightened tension between me and her mom she was at first confused by the escalation and worried about the longer term - Sara still held on to the belief that 'it would get better'. 

I found out later that she enlisted Brock to find out what was going on. One evening while I was ensconced in my office she had sent him after Jen when she departed the family to 'go to bed early'. Apparently he had caught her in the closet opening the door to Mister Gabe's side, and forced her into telling the story. That night Sara had come in to my room and spent the night with me and 'C'. After some torrid sex that left the three us entwined with each other, panting, Sara revealed what she had had Brock do.

Her husband had pinned my wife to the door and tore her clothes from her body as soon as she refused to talk with him. Then, while reefing on her hair with both hands he had forced her to the carpet and force fucked her ass as he demanded that she tell him. Eventually, she had broken down, weeping into her hands while lying in a fetal position on the floor of the closet, and spilled the story to him. Brock had repeated it all to my daughter.

Sara joined my team.

Near the end of November Sara walked into my office with her cell phone in her hand, "Dad. Erin is on the phone. She says that she has been trying to call you for weeks and you haven't picked up or returned any of her messages. She is telling me that she is going to quit school and come home to find out what is going on."

I knew that I had virtually checked out of things, but hadn't really realized that it had been so long. I motioned for Sara to hand me the phone. She did and then she sat on my lap as I talked with Erin. It took a while to apologize, and then to explain, and then to convince her that I was 'ok' and that she did not have to drop everything to come home. At that point Sara actually took the phone from me to help convince her friend that I was being taken care of, and that Erin could stay in school. The three of us ended up talking for almost two hours.

During those months of self-imposed fixation, I found out a number of things about the black bastard. I won't bore you with too many details but suffice it to say Mister Gabe is an extremely wealthy man. A chemist, he had formulated a drug for use in the pharmaceutical industry - something that was an important ingredient in a whole host of medicines - from which he derived significant incomes. He had literally hundreds of bank and investment accounts, most shielded offshore from the taxman, houses on two continents and a number of islands, cars, and a couple of private planes.

After delving into, and mapping out the smallest detail of 'Mister Gabe Inc', I set my mind to putting in place plans that would result in Mister Gabe becoming a pauper - to the benefit of numerous charities and educational institutions. I was worried about the actions being able to be traced back to me so I spent considerable time noodling on that subject - eventually landing on a scheme to have all of the 'instructions' coming from MP. It proved to be ridiculously easy to obtain his signature, convert it to an electronic one and then place them on all of the instructions. I was positive that since he was part of Mister Gabe's circle and knew about Jennifer that that gave him a hold over me above and beyond normal expectations. He was wrong. 

The final step was to set up a method to put all or parts of the plan into action remotely as I wasn't intending to be in the firm for much longer and I didn't know yet when I would actually 'push the button'. I ended up simply setting up some internet accounts in MP's wife's name (to give the illusion of dissimulation) which I could use when needed.

Finally, by the end of November, I had everything set. All I had to do was press 'go'.

...

The Present - June 2013 

I looked over at Jennifer. My musings had reminded me of just how 'hardened' my heart had become towards my wife...and why it had happened. I blinked slowly, taking anouther sip of my drink as she smiled tentatively at me again. Then she asked me, "what are you thinking about right now? You look so upset."

"Our anniversary. The first one," was all I said.

"Oh nooo," she cried silently and bent her face down into her hands...her body starting to rock silently back and forth as she sobbed. As she bent over, her housecoat gaped open revealing my wife's chest to me. I could see the bars through her nipples. I could see the pendant hanging from the right one. In the shadowy light I couldn't read it, but I knew what it said...'Gabriel'.

I frowned. Not consciously, but that is what I did. It occurred to me that sometime this weekend I would probably be putting the 'plan' in effect. The plan that I had laboured so hard to build in order to destroy Mister Gabe. My frown turned into a minute smile, and I reached over to softly pat Jennifer on the back.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to once again drift back...remembering the second year of Mister Gabe.

...

Erin's Mom (November)

The last week of November...on the Tuesday...I finally put all of my papers into the new safe that I had had installed, turned the lock and sat back comfortably in my chair. It was all done, and I was satisfied. I sat there for a few moments and then decided to see what the rest of the household was up to so I got up and headed in to the family room.

There I found 'C' and Jennifer sitting, talking, on the couch with the TV playing nonsense in the background. Mister Gabe was sitting in my chair and I was momentarily irked by that. There was no sign of Molly or Mike. 

"What are you talking about," I inquired as I moved to sit down on the couch between Jennifer and 'C'.

"So the mighty man of the house has emerged from his den," boomed the black bastard sarcastically. "Are you back with us, or is this just a drive-by?"

I glanced at him and calmly said, "shut the fuck up. I wasn't talking to you." I turned to 'C' with my eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer to my question.

"Jen and I were discussing the staff Christmas party. Mister Gabe was suggesting that it happen in the backyard here, but we've already decided that that won't happen. Too many people, ya da, ya da." 'C' paused for a breath while Mister Gabe snorted, "we did decide that it would happen in the school board's offices and we were just getting more into the logistics of it...because those fall to me to arrange."

I felt my wife's hand touch my wrist so I turned to her to see a strained smile on her face. "You have to come to it with me David. I...I want you to come with me." She gulped, "please?" 

Again the black bastard snorted and then said, "this falls within the bounds of the agreement, Dane. You are allowed to 'look' like you are husband and wife in support of her career. So my wife has my blessing to ask you." 

While he was talking my eyes did not leave Jennifer's. I could see that she did appear to really want 'me' to come with her. "Bluntly, if forced to a decision right now, my answer would be 'no', I am not interested." 'C' placed her hand on my other wrist, so I paused. "However, I feel the possibility of a certain softening of my position coming on...so...I'll give you my answer in a few days." My phone rang.

I looked at it to see Erin's smiling face, "excuse me a moment." I got up and strolled back to my office while accepting the call.

"Hello my girl!"

"David."

"Erin, what's up?"

"Well, sir," and I noted the term, "I have something to ask you. Actually a couple of somethings."

I bent to the mini-fridge in my office; extracted a beer and popped the top; then sat in my office chair, leaning back comfortably. "What can I do for one of my favorite people?" I really was in an expansive mood having completed all of 'I will get you, you black bastard, work'. 

"Well first, David, my mother called me and asked me to ask you this. She says that she has talked with Dad and he wants to do it too, so Mom wants to call and ask you to come over. Are you ok with that?"

I knew exactly what she was talking about although, admittedly, given the time that had elapsed since September I had really thought that Erin's mother would not pursue that with me. "Yes, Erin, you can tell your mom she can call me...or no...don't respond to her. I have something else in mind."

"Uhh...ok." She paused and then said, "Mister Dane, sir...I met a boy. I kind of like him."

That caught me off guard, even though it shouldn't have. Erin is an amazing young woman and would attract men just by walking by. "Tell me more," came out of me a bit more gruffly than I had intended.

"Oh, sir...I won't see him anymore. I didn't want to upset you!"

"Erin, baby. You just caught me by surprise. Tell me more please."

"Ok. He is about your height, in good shape, and he is a senior here. He has asked me to some of the frat Christmas parties coming up in the next couple of weeks."

"How did you meet him? Do you want to go? What do you want to do Erin?"

"Uhh...I met him...I was sitting on a bench in the round here, reading. He came up to me and introduced himself. He is cute so we started talking." She paused for breath, "yes, sir, I would like to go with him." She paused again, "what do you mean what do I want to do?"

"Do you want to fuck him Erin?" I was being blunt.

There was a pause in the conversation and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. "No sir. I don't know him well enough for that...yet. So...no...not now anyway. Is that ok?"

"Yes, Erin. That is ok. Have fun," and I hung up.

I pondered that conversation for a bit, and then turned my thoughts to Erin's mother. I nodded to myself and draining my beer, got up. I went back into the family room and bent over the back of the couch to give 'C' a kiss murmuring "I'm going out for a while. Be back later, but don't wait up for me. Sleep in your own room tonight lover." She just smiled up at me and nodded. I turned to leave without even acknowledging my wife or the black bastard. 

At the front door I paused to retrieve a jacket and met Sara coming down the stairs. Her eyes asked the question so I stated, "I am going out for a while. What are you doing tonight sweetie?"

"Just studying. Brock is listening to music with me. I'm just getting us something to snack on."

I waved and headed out. I drove over to Erin's folk's place. There were two cars in the driveway - one was Erin's parents', but who did the other belong to I wondered. I pulled in behind them both and paused to consider. I was ambivalent about what I was planning to do, and the fact that they had company gave me pause, but after a moment I shrugged and decided to go through with it. I had offered to do it for Erin's mom. My heart was hardened to my wife, and I was avowed to not walk Mister Gabe's path, but I could take an 'easy' approach and see where it led. It could be fun. 

Getting out of my car, I headed to the front door and rang the bell.

After a minute or two the door swung open revealing Erin's dad (ED). He was in jeans and a button down shirt over which he had a cardigan. He smiled at me at first, with a questioning look on his face, "yes?"

"ED, I'm Mister Dane. Your daughter told me that you wanted me to come over."

At that his eyes opened wide, and he started stuttering, "umh...uh...Mist...Mister Dane. Uh, yes, but...but not right now!"

I stepped around the shorter man into the house, and raising my voice called, "EM!"

The sound of people talking at the kitchen table (which I couldn't see from the doorway) stopped. Shortly I could see EM rounding the corner via the living room. As she saw me she stopped, her hands covering the surprised look on her face. I beckoned for her to come join her husband and me at the door - which I swung shut behind me. After a very brief hesitation she complied.

EM was wearing a pretty dress that gathered at her waist, hung to below her knees, and buttoned up the bodice. She approached me and I took the liberty of gathering her into my arms and bending down to give her a kiss. At first she was a little stiff, so I prodded her lips with my tongue until she opened her mouth to me. Soon she had her hands holding my arms, frenching me of her own accord. I let my hand wander up her abdomen to cup her breast while looking out of the corner of my eye at her husband. He was just staring at us as I kissed and felt up his wife. Bug eyed.

EM moaned softly as I released her and turned to her husband. "Erin tells me that you want to be a cuckhold...that you want me to fuck this fine woman here. True?"

Still bug eyed, his mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, but before he could say anything, EM stated, "yes he does Mister Dane."

"Hush now. I want to hear it from him."

"Y...ye...yes. Yes, I think. B...b...but you can't be here right now! Not now!"

"Well, that is too bad ED. It is really now or never. Your choice." I paused, still encircling EM in my arms, "let's do it this way. We'll all join your parents and just see how it goes. If you are firmly against me proceeding you just have to say so and I will leave. It will be like I never came over...and I never will again. Does that work for you?"

Without waiting for an answer from ED I softly patted EM on the butt and motioned her towards the living room stating, "introduce me to ED's folks." We walked the half dozen steps into the living room - a smallish space with a couple of cushy arm chairs by the window, and facing them, a small two-seater couch breaking the space from the kitchen/dining room behind it. I was holding EM's hand as we strolled in to see an older couple standing by the kitchen table. "Oh, hello," I said, smiling at them, "why don't you join us here in the living room? We will all be more comfortable." 

I stepped over to one of the chairs and sat, still holding EM's hand. There was a pregnant pause for a moment, but ED quickly skipped into the room and nervously sat in the other chair. In a moment his folks joined us, sitting together on the couch. Smiling at everyone, I gently pulled on EM's hand until, looking down at me, she sat stiffly on my lap, twisting sideways so that she could easily see everybody in the room. I pulled her in a little tighter and with one hand on the small of her back, I placed the other on her lap. She quickly covered my hand with hers.

"So," I began, "I am Mister Dane. Please introduce yourselves."

The couple appeared to be about the same age as Jen's folks. It was easy to see ED's features and tics coming from them - including the nervous twisting of hands, and tense look to their faces. They introduced themselves as ED's parents (I will call them gramps and gram), and after anouther pause during which we could all hear ED's breathing, gramps tentatively asked, "who are you? And, why are you here?"

"EM. Why don't you introduce me?" I wanted to hear what she would say, and more or less give her control over things.

She looked down at me for a moment. I could tell she was making her mind up about something. Then she simply smiled at me, pulling my hand up to her waist, and turned to hers. "This is Mister Dane. He owns my daughter Erin, and your son has asked that he come over here tonight to fuck me." I was gobsmacked! Just like that she laid everything out on the table so that everybody could see it. I just barely stopped my jaw from hitting the floor. I had really expected to be departing shortly after she changed her mind about me. I guess not.

The silence was deafening. I could see all sorts of expressions and emotions on ED's folks' faces. ED's mouth had fallen open in shock at his wife's words.

I slowly disengaged my hand from hers and reached up to gently pull her face around and down towards me so that I could kiss her. The kiss quickly became passionate and I could feel my blood start to heat. While our tongues dueled, I placed my hand on her knee just below her skirt line, and slowly...very slowly...started to move it up under her skirt.

"What do you mean, 'own' Erin?" This from Gram.

EM pulled back from our kiss and turned her head so that she was looking at hers. My hand continued its slow ascent up her leg. With her breath slow and deep she said, "it is simple. Erin is Mister Dane's sex slave." She took a breath, "I have watched her, on her knees on the kitchen floor right there, suck Mister Dane's cock down her throat until he came." Again EM took a slow breath. My fingers were only a hair away from the top of her thighs. "Erin has told me that she wants to be his property. And I accept that."

Gram had sucked in her breath as EM talked. Her hands were clutched in front of her chest. She seemed to be at a loss for words so Gramps stepped in, "uhhh, ok. And what is going on here right now?"

EM groaned softly as my fingers brushed against the fine hair of her lips. The overgrown bush that I had seen before had disappeared! She placed one of her hands on my knee and the other descended upon my hard on, gently pushing it down against my leg so that she could get the leverage that she needed to raise herself slightly on my lap in order to provide my questing fingers with better access. The fact that she was spreading her legs for me was obvious, and then she let herself down again before replying to Gramps question. "Mister Dane is touching my cunt right now." She groaned again, louder, as I moved my hand up to first gently pry her lips apart and drag my fingertip up and down her very wet cleft and then, pushing my thumb inside her and finding and flicking her clitoris with my finger. "Uunnngh. Now...now he is inside me."

Before he could say anything else I interjected, "ED. Since this is all at your request, come over here."

Surprising me again, he arose from his seat displaying the tent in his pants for his parents as he did. He stepped the two paces necessary to be standing beside us.




Mister Gabe Ch. 06



"I want to see your wife's tits, ED. I am sure that all of us do." I looked over to thes. "EM does not wear any underwear because I told her not to." Gram retained her stony expression and wringing hands, but Gramps was peering intently at the movements my hand was making under EM's skirt. "Unbutton her bodice for us."

ED bent slightly, and with shaky hands, began to slowly unbutton his wife's bodice.

"What are you doing!" shrieked Gram. "Oh lord! Gramps, we are leaving here right now!" and she started to rise from the couch. 

Gramps grabbed her hand and pulled her back down, "be quiet woman! I want to watch this!" Her eyes opened wide at her husband but she slumped back into the couch, crossing her arms before her chest as if in defence against what she was seeing. Really, she did not put up much fight.

ED, who had paused when his mother spoke, continued to unbutton EM's bodice. EM's breath was becoming shallow and quick as I continued playing with her clit. The last button came undone and ED was about to stand up straight. I said, "ED, pull the sides of her bodice apart." He did, and I increased the tempo of my strumming on EM. "Now, just lift your wife's breasts out into the open so that we can all see them clearly." He did, and EM tightly sighed as her breasts were lifted out of her dress. "Finally, ED, pinch the nipples lightly. We can see that they are already erect, but I would like to see if you can improve that a bit more." He looked at me, and cast a brief glance over at his parents - Gramps had his eyes fixed on his daughter's tits - and then he grasped each of her nipples between thumb and finger, pinching and pulling on them lightly. As he did that I rotated my hand, stabbing three fingers into EM's cunt, curling my middle finger up to rub her G-spot, and at the same time pressed hard on her clit with my thumb. EM screamed and her abdomen contracted, her feet rising from the floor as she curled up on my lap. Her cunt contracted tightly around my fingers as she came on my hand. .

"Ok, thank you ED. EM...EM?" Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard as she slowly relaxed back against my hand at her back. "EM?" 

I looked over at Gramps, "I don't seem to be able to get her attention, will you come help me for a moment?" He grinned and stood, brushing his wife's hands off of his arm. He stood over EM as she rocked through a couple of minor aftershocks. I said, "please lightly slap her face to get her attention."

He did, slapping EM lightly across the cheeks, twice. 

After the second I nodded him back to the couch as EM's eyes opened and her head turned to look at me. I pulled her down to whisper in her ear, "do you want me to continue?"

She murmured back, "Oh gawd! Yes, Mister Dane!"

I looked at the grandparents, knowing that I was going to disappoint the old man, "well that is enough for the two of you. I am here at your son's request, so you will have to leave now." I waited a moment, and then barked, "get out!" Gramps winked at me, and then grabbed his wife's hand to pull her up and to the door. 

"It was nice meeting you Mister Dane," he said. "Enjoy yourself." With that, they put their coats on and exited the door. 

I pulled my fingers from EM and stood her up as I did as well. "ED, here are my car keys. Go outside and move it so your parents can leave, and then park it back in your driveway. When you are done," and I paused to make a show of pulling EM's dress off of her, leaving her standing nude in my arms while I continued speaking to her husband, "when you are done, come back in. I will be fucking your wife, and you should come upstairs and watch. We will be in your bed."

After a very brief hesitation he scurried outside with my keys in hand. I kissed EM and then softly stated, "if you really want to go through with this, lead us to your marital bed."

She grinned up a me; grabbed my hand; and towed me up the stairs, down the hallway and into her bedroom. I told her to remove my clothes which she did. Then I sat on the bed facing the doorway, "now I want you on your knees, right here," indicating the floor right between my knees. EM knelt where I pointed. My prick was waving right in her face and I had to grin because she was licking her lips.

"EM, I want my cock completely down your throat before your husband gets back. Do you think you can do that? I know he is smaller than I am." 

She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, covering about a third and throatily said, "I am not sure Mister Dane. This, under my hand, is about all I've ever had before. I'll try," and she looked directly into my eyes, "you may have to help me." With that, Erin's mom proceeded to lick my cock from balls to head. Once she had it all lubed up, she daintily kissed the tip and then, opening her mouth wide, pushed herself down onto me. 

She got about three inches in before she gagged the first time. After she caught her breath, she took anouther stab at it, raising herself onto her haunches to get a better angle. For about five minutes she kept pushing herself down on me, over and over, but was unable to swallow more than half. 

I was enjoying the effort that this incredible woman was giving, but she pulled up with tears rolling down her face to look directly at me again as we both heard the front door open and close. "Please Mister Dane, help me do this! I know that Erin can do it, so I have to be able to. I want to do it sooo badly!"

I nodded and she again placed her mouth over my cock and dove down as far as she could go. We both heard her husband's footfalls coming up the stairs. This time I placed my hands on her head and pushed down on her, forcing her past her gag point even though I could see her body starting to retch. She wasn't struggling so I pushed again with extra effort. Just as ED came into view at the doorway, I slid fully into his wife's throat. With one hand on the back of her head and the other on her throat I moved her face up and down on me for a few strokes.

"ED," I said, "come here. Kneel down beside your wife." He did. "Place your hand on your wife's throat, right here where mine is." I removed my hand and he did, then he looked from his wife's straining face up to mine. "That bulge you feel moving up and down, "and I moved Erin's mother's mouth up and down on my cock, "is my cock buried in your wife's throat. Now go sit or stand over there." I picked up the pace of my thrusting, my own breath becoming ragged.

I let go of EM. She continued to thrust herself onto me, bottoming out on my balls by herself now. I could feel myself getting close, but did not want to cum in her throat, so I gently stopped her motion, and pulled her from me so that she was kneeling again at my feet. "That was extremely good EM. You are a talented cock-sucker. With a little practice you'll be every bit as good as your daughter." 

She beamed up at me and then turned to look at her husband. I could see that she was about to say something, so I interrupted. "Hush, pet. Now I want you to french kiss your husband. I want him to taste your freshly fucked face." She got up and sashayed over to her husband, her naked body swaying wickedly, a satisfied grin on her face. She crawled up on to his lap, turning sideways and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his lips to hers. To give him credit, ED did not hesitate, returning the kiss and swapping tongue with his wife regardless of the fact that her face was coated in tears, spit and my pre-cum. 

After allowing that to continue for a few minutes, I quietly asked if they wished to continue. They broke their kiss and both looked at me. ED said, "yes Mister Dane. Please do." I nodded and stood, motioning EM back to the bed.

She crawled up on to the bed and perched on her knees awaiting my instruction. "ED, you need to be closer to this. Take your clothes off and then sit on the bed, leaning up against the headboard." He did as instructed, his prick standing at attention.

"Ok. EM, please lean over, on your elbows, above your husband." She bent, lowering herself so that she was resting on her elbows, with her face hovering above ED's stiff cock. I climbed on the bed behind her, placing one hand on the small of her back, rubbing it gently, and the other I used to spread her knees. "Now, I am larger than you are used to, so I am going to go slowly EM. Let me know when you want me to stop." Her lips were open and very wet. I grabbed my cock and dragged the head up and down between her lips causing her to immediately start groaning. Then I placed myself at her opening and slowly...very slowly started to enter Erin's mother. I stopped with only a couple of inches in her as her groaning became a low pitched keening. 

"uunngghh...don't...don't stop. You are thicker and are stretching me, but d...d...don't stop!"

I pushed in more, stopping again when about half-way. "ED. I am half-way in to your wife. This is your last chance. Do you want me to stop? Do you really want anouther man to fuck your wife?"

He looked up at me with lust crazed eyes, "yes, fuck! Fuck this slut for me!" He remembered himself, "oh...uh, please Mister Dane. Yes, please fuck my wife."

With those words EM craned her neck to look up at her husband's face and throatily whispered, "thank you." Then she started to push herself back onto me. I let her struggle to do that, but inch by inch my hard cock was engulfed by her sopping pussy. Finally, in one lurch, she pushed all the way back and I was balls deep in her. This time I groaned. This was, by far, the tightest cunt that I had experienced on an older lady...easily as tight as her daughter...or mine. 

I bent forward to place my hand on the back of her head, "EM, I am now going to fuck you. I want you to take your husband's cock in your mouth and suck it for all you are worth. You are not to let it out of your mouth until I fill your cunt with my hot cum!" I pushed down on her head and she compliantly took her husband's cock into her mouth causing him to groan.

With that I slowly withdrew, almost all the way. Then I started a slow fuck, pushing in half-way and then withdrawing. I did this for a few minutes, and then started to increase both the tempo and the depth of my penetration. All the while she was sloppily sucking ED.

Finally I was banging away at EM at a furious pace, bottoming out every time. She still had her mouth on her husband, who was panting heavily, but she was squealing and screaming too much to do much sucking. About ten minutes in, ED's face screwed up tightly and he grabbed her head and humped his hips upwards, emptying his balls into her mouth. He collapsed back, but I kept ramming into her for anouther twenty minutes, my own breath becoming ragged. Finally, I too shot stream after stream of hot cum into the man's wife as she crunched up in a massive orgasm.

Exhausted, I fell to the side of the bed, with EM collapsing into the space between myself and ED. We lay there panting and catching our breath. 

Eventually I propped myself up on one elbow. EM was lying on her back, her head and eyes moving back and forth between me and ED. ED had moved down to lay on the bed next to her. I said, speaking to both of them, "was that what you expected? Or wanted?"

EM nodded her head vigorously, while her eyes sought out her husband's. He, after a brief hesitation, met my look, and nodded slowly. "Yes," he said, and then he smiled down at EM, "yes, that is exactly what we were looking...hoping for." EM's face broke out in a huge smile and she climbed up on top of her husband to give him a full body embrace. 

I smiled too, "well, I guess my work here is done. You too enjoy each other...and...thanks. I enjoyed that too." I crawled out of bed and reached for my pants.

"Wait a minute Mister Dane," from ED. "You go clean him up," he directed his wife. EM immediately jumped out of bed, knelt at my feet and proceeded to use her tongue on lips to clean all vestiges of our coupling from my spent cock, abdomen, and thighs. Then she ran into the bathroom, returning with a towel to dry me off. 

I hugged the little woman when she was done, and reached over to shake ED's hand before finishing dressing. With a final wave at them, I headed down the stairs and out to my car. I wondered whether I would ever hear from either of them again.

...

The Work Christmas Parties (December)

I was sitting in my office with the chair swivelled to the window, my feet propped up on the credenza just staring at the skiff of snow on the front lawn. It was a sunny, briskly chilly day outside and I was happy sitting there with a tumbler of scotch balanced on my belly. My thoughts weren't on anything in particular, but I was in a generally ebullient mood.

There was a soft knock on the open door behind me and a softer, "David?" It was Jennifer.

"Yup?"

"Can I bother you for a few moments?" I thought about that. First, it still seemed a bit odd that she was now an 'interloper' in any room of 'our' house...but she was barred from entry into my office. Just like her fuck buddy and all of his female 'help'. Secondly, did I really want to talk to my wife?

Sigh. "Ok, come on in." But I didn't otherwise move to seem in any way receptive.

She appeared, and then lifted my feet to one side on the credenza so that she could lean against it facing me. "Dave. Why haven't you told me about the firm's Christmas party?"

That caught me by surprise. I hadn't intended on going this year as I was going to hand in my notice instead...and why was she asking about it. I kept silent.

"Mister Gabe told me that it is the weekend after next. We always go. Why haven't you told me about it?"

'Mister Gabe told you?' I thought. I kept silent.

"Mister Gabe says that I should go with you...you know..." and she trailed off.

"I 'know' what? Precisely?"

She grimaced. "David, how fucking long are you going to hold that over my head?" she exclaimed, crossing her arms over her breasts. "It was not my fault that the black bastard made that happen!"

I grinned in spite of myself. Here we were in a camera-free zone and my wife just called the black bastard that was fucking her the 'black bastard'. I arose and pulled Jennifer into my arms. She was stiff for only a moment and then sagged into me. "I wasn't planning on going this year." I paused, thinking quietly that I still liked holding this woman. "Why do you want to go?"

She looked up at me. "Mister Gabe says that I have to go. He is going to be there as one of the 'valued clients' of the firm, and he says that as his wife, I need to be there too. But, and David he is the one who said this, as far as most people know you and I are still man and wife, and we need to keep up that appearance." I let my arms drop from her and turned aside to go to the mini-fridge to retrieve a beer. The fucking black bastard! "David?"

I took my time, depositing my empty glass on the counter, retrieving a cold brew from the fridge, popping the top. Eventually I turned back to her. "So, to be clear, the reason you want me to go is to preserve appearances while in fact you are attending with the black bastard? Do I have that correct?"

She grinned at my use of the term. "Technically, yes, that is correct. But you and I both know that he can't do anything in public there, so really...really I will be really going with you. Because I want to David."

"Ok then. It is a date. With my wife."

Her grin turned to a satisfied smile. "Now that we've settled that, you need to come to my Christmas party too...it is this weekend."

Sigh. "Ok, Jennifer. I'm presuming that the black bastard will not be at that one?"

"Correct. But he did say it was ok if I went with you...for appearances you know. 'C' is going to be there too, of course."

"Deal"

...

It was Friday night, and I was home from work early so I could get ready to go to Jennifer's staff Christmas party. Chatted with the kids for a bit and saw Sara head up to her room to work on a paper (Brock was working late), and 'C' had departed to her room to get ready. I headed up the stairs to my room to find it...empty...as usual. I guessed that Jen was in Mister Gabe's side getting ready.

After I was all duded up I headed towards the door, but paused as I heard Jen coming through the connecting door from Mister Gabe's side of the house. She smiled at me as she approached - wearing a black pencil dress that hugged her curves top to bottom. The top was slung low, showing her cleavage to about an inch above her nipples which were unrestrained and saying hello to the world. The tight skirt went down to her ankles and I could see that she would be taking small steps all night. It was so tight around her hips and butt that it was obvious that she wore no panties. Around her neck was a single strand of pearls, and I noted a new anklet on her right ankle.

"You are one sexy fucking lady Jennifer," I said, bringing a broad smile to her face. "But, are you sure you want to be seen in that at your staff Christmas party?"

That brought a grimace to her face as she briefly glanced up at the camera that constantly monitored my bedroom. "Mister Gabe picked it out and said this is what I had to wear."

I approached her to give her a hug, but she held up a hand against my chest, "you know that you cannot do that David," and she flicked her eyes towards the camera. I sighed and dropped my arms to my side. She whispered, "later." Hmmm. Ok.

I stepped back a pace and looked down at her ankle. "I see you have an anklet that I haven't seen before. What's that about?"

My wife flushed and she paused before replying, "uhh. Mister Gabe gave it to me tonight and said I should wear it." Again she paused and then sighed. "You know the rules David...about...about me always complying with requests made of me?" I frowned and nodded. "Mister Gabe said that this might spark some interesting things that he will want to hear all about when I get home tonight."

I dropped to a knee in front of my wife, pushed her dress up her legs to her knees and grabbing her ankle lifted it so I could look at the anklet. Jennifer balanced herself with a hand on my shoulder. The anklet was a fine silver chain from which was suspended an equally fine disc that clearly said 'hotwife'. I flipped the disc over to read that it said 'free for the taking' on the other side. I frowned again and putting her foot down and smoothing her dress, stood up to look at her. "So. This really isn't going to be just you and me is it? He is hoping that someone will ask you about that," and I pointed down to her ankle, "and then you will comply with whatever comes of the conversation? Right?"

Jen at least had the decency to gulp, "yes David. Yes, that is exactly what Mister Gabe is hoping will happen. Please don't make a big deal about it. He has also said that in order to protect my professional standing, I am allowed to be very discreet. I can make this work David."

Sigh. "You say so." Sigh. "I reserve the right to leave whenever I want."

Jen frowned a bit, but then forced a smile, "ok Dave." Then she took my hand and led me towards the door and the stairs. As we were walking down the stairs, she added "one more thing David," she forced anouther brief smile at me, "Mister Gabe has insisted that we go in his limo." All I could do was sigh again.

'C' was waiting, with her coat already on, for us at the bottom of the stairs. "'C'" I said, "sorry to do this to you, but could you please go in my car...separately? I think that I'll probably need a ride home." 

She glanced around to ensure none of the kids were around, and then stepped up to embrace me, giving me a warm kiss as well, "yes sir, Mister Dane, sir. I would be happy to." Then she cupped my package through my dress pants and she cast a brief smile towards Jennifer and headed outside. 




Mister Gabe Ch. 06



I helped Jennifer on with her coat - a long black number trimmed with faux fur - which I cinched around her waist with the belt, and then pulled my overcoat over my suit. I opened the door and gestured for her to lead the way. As we stepped out I could see 'C' already heading out of the cul-de-sac in my car, and I could also see Mister Gabe's limo waiting at the curb - his driver standing patiently by the door.

Holding Jennifer's elbow I helped her down the mildly slippery driveway to the curb. The driver opened the door and Jen bent to step in. I stopped because I could see Mister Gabe sitting on the far side of the back seat. He grinned at me and helped my wife to sit down, in the middle of the seat, next to him. I sighed again, and stepped into the limo parking my ass down beside Jen. Even though it was a limousine, it wasn't a stretch so I didn't have any other option. The black bastard was a big black bastard so Jennifer was sandwiched tightly between us and I was pressed against the door on my side. 

The driver closed the door behind me and moved around to take up his seat. When in he started to raise the barrier between the front and back but Mister Gabe said, "no, that is alright. You can leave it down. And, take your time getting to our destination." I frowned at that.

As the car pulled away Mister Gabe said, "open your coat Jennifer." She briefly glanced at me and then pulled the tie that was cinched at her waist open. "That is good. I can take it from here," the black bastard said. He then folded back each side of my wife's coat and tucked it in on either side of her. "Now, my wife," he said, "I want you to give your favorite man a big kiss." He grinned at me as he was saying this...and I couldn't make myself turn away. So I watched. Jennifer leaned over and up, assisted by his massive arms, to kiss Mister Gabe. He held her there while his tongue moved in her mouth, and then I could see her thrust her tongue into his. She was not 'pretending' to enjoy the kiss, she 'was' enjoying it, and making it very passionate. It seemed pretty obvious to me that Mister Gabe was her 'favorite man'.

They continued this for a few moments and then he settled her, slightly breathless, into her seat between us. "Now, Mrs. Dane, just relax." Sitting slightly sideways on the seat, Mister Gabe reached over to pop Jen's breasts out of the top of her dress, lightly slapping each as he did. "I want your dress to stay like that until you are in the cloak room of the school. When you get there, regardless of how busy it is, I want you to hang up your coat 'before' you readjust your dress. Do you understand?" he said softly.

"Yes sir," was my wife's submissive response.

Mister Gabe then started an inane conversation with me - the weather, sports, crap like that - to which I was totally unresponsive as he was pulling and pinching Jen's tits. Just before he gave up trying to engage me he said, "you haven't met my new driver have you, David? This is his first run for me." He waited for a response and then shrugged and turned to the front seat, "driver. Do you have a good view from up there."

"Umm, no...no sir. I can't see much of anything in the back seat."

"Well, that isn't good. This lady here used to be married to this fellow, but I took her away from him and now she is my wife. Right now her tits are exposed, and I am playing with them. I encourage you to watch - while keeping us safe on the road of course. She is very agreeable and will do anything you want. All you have to do is tell her what you want." He paused for a reaction, but didn't get one - the driver was trying to stay professional. "I do want you to be able to watch as you are driving. Here, Jennifer, sit up taller so our driver can see your tits," and pulling on Jen's nipples he raised her up a few inches. "Can you see these marvelous knockers now?" Mister Gabe asked.

"Umm, well yes sir. Umm, they are fine. Thank you."

The black bastard shrugged, "Jen, you'll have to make a point of fucking this fine man so that he understands it is ok to look...and touch. Not now though." I was almost shocked by that restriction until he continued, "I want you to suck my cock so that I can empty into your mouth right now." He said that as Jennifer had been looking stonily at me. I really didn't understand the expression. Was she upset with the situation?, with the black bastard?, or with me? As he spoke her eyes did widen slightly in surprise at the command though. But she didn't hesitate long, turning to face him and contorting at the waist to bend over him without a word of protest.

I could hear her unzip him and then saw as she struggled to pull his cock from his pants - he did little to help her out other than slightly lifting his ass off of the seat. She struggled to fish his large phallus out and then I had an up close and personal view of my wife bending over to lick the head of his cock. Out of nowhere it occurred to me that this was the first time since the wedding day that I had actually witnessed, in person as opposed to via video, my wife's infidelity with Mister Gabe.

First, delicately holding his prick in his hand, she licked it from the base to the head, on all sides giving it a thorough covering of her saliva. That took a while as Mister Gabe had almost a foot of ebony cock for her to wet down. She then took a few minutes to really bend down and suck on his hairy balls. Other than briefly glancing up to see the driver straining to see something in his rear view mirror, I couldn't take my eyes off of the scene. Sadly, I was no longer surprised, or even repulsed by what my wife was doing with this man. Gruffly Mister Gabe growled, "that's enough Jennifer. Suck my cock...and make sure I am all of the way in." With that command Jennifer moved her lips up to the head, and then opening her mouth as wide as she could, she proceeded to push herself down onto him. With ease she swallowed the first six inches, then withdrew to take a breath. Then my wife pushed herself down again, stopped once more at the half-way mark. She had a poor angle hunched over sideways. 

She withdrew again and then took a moment to hike her tight dress up her legs almost to her hips, and then perched on her knees up on the seat and pulled his cock sideways so that she could achieve a straight line in to her throat. This resulted in her barely covered ass up in the air at beside me, with her ankles and feet on my lap. With the better angle, this time she went all of the way down on his black cock so that her lips were buried in his pubic hair and I could see her tongue snake out to touch the skin above his balls. Mister Gabe put his left hand on her head, gently so as to not muss her hair too much, and he snaked his right hand under her so that he could continue his previous kneading of her breasts.

I observed my wife start to pump her mouth and throat up and down the black bastard's prick, and in what I could only consider a natural reaction to the blowjob that I was witnessing, and the perfect ass that I was looking at, I could feel myself stiffen. Again, sadly, I had become sanguine about Jennifer...I wasn't jealous...I wasn't mad...I couldn't raise the 'feeling' to be outraged or hurt. She was doing what she did...because she wanted to. 

I heard the driver say something about being almost there and then Mister Gabe muttered to me, "you better help her out otherwise we'll be sitting in this car, in the parking lot of her school, until my cum is in her mouth."

I could just imagine the crowd of her staff and their significant others strolling past the limo and peering inside. Sure, they shouldn't be able to see clearly through the darkened windows, unless the black bastard turned on the interior light - which he probably would - but what would they think when we eventually got out of the vehicle that had been bumping up and down of its own accord? And I knew that it would, so I reached out with my left hand and, less gently than Mister Gabe had, grasped a reef of Jennifer's hair to use as a handhold. At the same time I locked eyes with Mister Gabe and raised my eyebrows in question, holding my right hand up with two fingers extended. He grinned and nodded, so I pushed Jennifer's dress up over her buttocks exposing her perfectly framed pussy lips - which were glistening with her excitement. She very obviously got off performing for her 'favorite man'. Then, I abruptly pushed my fingers into cunt drawing a grunt of surprise from my wife. With my knuckles pressed to her cunt lips, my fingers inside her, and my other hand wrapped in her hair, I began to force my wife up and down Mister Gabe's cock...harshly. My wife was Mister Gabe's fuck toy, and I had resigned myself to helping her being exactly that.

As we pulled into the parking lot Mister Gabe gasped, "I am going to cum now Jennifer. You must hold my cum in your mouth and not swallow." With that he made me stop, and pulled back enough so that only the head of his cock remained in her mouth, and with anouther muted grunt Jennifer's cheeks billowed out as he filled her up.

The limo pulled into a spot at the curb in front of the main entrance and stopped. The black bastard indicated to the driver that he should wait a moment and then pulled my wife's lips from him, pulling her to sit upright beside him again, her dress still bunched at her hips. Her face was flushed, as were her exposed breasts on which I could clearly see the imprints left by Mister Gabe's grasping hand. Jen had her mouth clamped tightly shut and her lips remained slightly full - there must have been a lot of cum in there!

"Ok, Jennifer. You may pull your coat closed and remember your orders about your dress. Secondly, you may not swallow until someone says 'you look lovely tonight Mrs. Dane'. Nod if you understand."

Jen nodded, I licked her nectar off of my fingers and then wiped them on her thigh. She then pulled her coat closed and fished in her clutch for a moment for the tools necessary to fix her face and hair up as much as she could. It took a few moments during which I waited patiently, thinking about how she was going to abide by her instructions without humiliating either herself or me in front of her co-workers.

The driver got out and opened my door. I exited the car and leaned down to help Jennifer out. As Jen stood 'C' - who had been waiting for us - ran up and grabbed her by the arm causing her to pause. 'C' then bent down to say something to Mister Gabe and then stood back. Mister Gabe beckoned my wife to bend down and said something to her that I couldn't catch. 'C' stepped up to me and said, "they have a kissing booth just inside the door and everybody has to kiss their significant other while a picture is being taken. I had to tell Mister Gabe so that he could tell Jen that it was ok to kiss you." She smiled at me, thinking that she had done me a favour, while I frowned thinking about my wife's mouthful of the black bastard's cum.

Jen stood up again and put her hand to her lips for a moment and then motioned that she was ready to go. 'C' greeted her but, of course, my wife couldn't answer with her mouth full.

As Mister Gabe and his limo pulled away we started to the doorway to the school. 'C' again grasped my arm and pulled me down slightly to whisper in my ear, "they have some seniors working tonight - serving and other things. Some of them, including the boy at the sign-in table, have had their birthday presents from Jennifer. The sign-in boy was just on yesterday, after school, in the detention room." She looked at me, "I thought you should know."

She was probably a little surprised by the pleased expression that her announcement brought to my face. Again I gripped my wife's arm causing her to stop walking and said to 'C', "this is what I need you to do. Go in there and retrieve that boy and bring him out here please." 'C' looked askance at me for a moment but then hurried through the crowd and in the door. While we waited there were a number of folks that called Christmas greetings to us. I waived and replied in kind, but all my wife could do was paste a restrained smile on her face and gesture back at them.

Jennifer looked puzzled at me as we awaited 'C's return - she hadn't heard my whispered instructions - but she couldn't speak to inquire. I did notice that her lips were glistening wet and then it hit me what Mister Gabe had had her do. As soon as 'C' had told him about the kissing booth the black bastard had told my wife to smear some of his cum on her lips so that when I kissed her I'd be tasting him. Bastard! I grimaced at my wife for a moment and then said, "I think I have a way to make this a little better for us Jennifer. Just stay here for a moment."

I could see 'C' exiting the building with a tall, well-built young man - obviously the one who had turned 18 in my wife's mouth last week. I met them halfway and I could see his eyes flicking nervously between Jennifer and me. I held up my hand in a calming gesture and motioned him to follow me to the side of the crowd while indicating that 'C' should go to Jen.

"Ok boy. I know what you did with my wife this last week." I spoke harshly at him. "I've considered turning you inside out for taking advantage of her like that," and I left that hanging in the air for a minute, "but instead I'll give you this one opportunity to make things right between us. You will do exactly what I tell you, right now! Questions?"

He muttered 'sorry' and 'ok' while looking scared out of his face.

"You will go over to my wife. You will say these exact words, 'you look lovely tonight Mrs. Dane'. Got that?" He nodded. "Then you will tell her that for the rest of tonight's Christmas party she is to do exactly what I say, and only what I say...she will defer to me in all things. I am in command. You got that?" He nodded. "Repeat it back to me." He did. "Ok, let's go over there."

We walked back to join Jen and 'C'. I had a tight smile on my face as they both watched us approach with questions on their faces. The boy immediately said the first phrase.

Jennifer's face first went to puzzlement, and then it lit up. She paused and very obviously gulped down a mouthful. Then she licked her lips, and used her hand to vigorously rub them, removing Mister Gabe's remains. Then she beamed at me, "thank you David."

"Hush," I said, "there is more," and I indicated that the boy should continue. He stated the rest and then I dismissed him. 'C' was looking back and forth between Jen and me. Jen's smile disappeared while she listened to the boy.

Jennifer had that 'I am considering that' look on her face. Slowly though, the smile returned to her face and she quietly said to me, "yes sir, Mister Dane. I understand that you are in command of me tonight, and that nice young man just told me that I am not to obey anyone else."

Finally. I smiled. Then I bent down and gave my wife a kiss and pulled her into a tight hug. I glanced over at 'C' to see her beaming as well so with one arm I drew her into our embrace. Then with Jen on one arm, and 'C' on the other, we joined my wife's staff Christmas party. 

Inside the door there was a bit of a crowd milling about as folks waited in line for the picture taking that 'C' had told us about. A pretty young girl - one of the working seniors - approached us and offered to take our coats. Jennifer quickly glanced up at me in consternation. I knew that under her coat her breasts were exposed and her dress was bunched at her waist. I smiled down at her and looked over at 'C' to ask softly, "is this young lady eighteen?"

'C' smiled and replied, "yes sir. They are all eighteen. They have to be as there is liquor being served here tonight."

"hmmm." I contemplated my wife as the girl waited patiently. I wonder. "'C', has..."

'C' interrupted me, "this is Wendy, Mister Dane." She turned to the girl, "Wendy, you know Mrs. Dane. This is her husband, Mister Dane."

"Has Jennifer given her a birthday present?"

Jen's eyes opened wide. I had been wondering if she had been bestowing her 'birthday presents' to both sexes since she did my Erin. 'C' responded, "I don't believe so Mister Dane." Jen shook her head 'no'.

"hmmm. That won't do. Cynthia, why don't you go with Wendy and Mrs. Dane somewhere so that the birthday present can be given, and then Wendy here can put our coats away?" I could see the question on the girl's face as she wondered what 'the birthday present' thing was all about. I removed my coat and handed it to Wendy. Then 'C' entwined arms with both Jennifer and Wendy and led them off towards Jennifer's office.

I skipped the picture line, headed first towards the bar to obtain drinks for the three of us and then went to find our table. I had been sitting there for about half an hour before I saw Wendy approaching the table. She was flushed and breathing deeply. "Mister Dane, I am to thank you for reminding Mrs. Dane. It was a wonderful present!" With that she giggled and turned to head back to the main entrance. As she turned I could see my wife and 'C' approaching - with anouther man in tow.

'C' looked ravishing. Her hourglass figure was encased in a skin tight white sweater dress from her high collar to mid-thigh. There was an oval shaped cut out on her chest that displayed the tops of her breasts just begging someone to see how far down they could see. Jen's dress was back in all of the correct places. As she took her seat beside me, slowly dragging her hand from my cheek to shoulder and then resting it in my lap she smiled at me, "that was very surprising, Mister Dane, coming from you. It was also very fun, and tasty," she smirked and then leaned over to give me a wet kiss. Leaning back she whispered, "that was her."

'C' paused beside me, her hand on the new man's forearm, "Mister Dane, this is Alex Du'Plessix. He is a history teacher here at the school. He wanted to know if he could join our table?" 

I looked at her, and then at Alex, and then simply shrugged, "sure, I don't mind." I stood to shake his hand. With Alex joining us, the table was full, so I reached for the bottle of wine in the middle, intending to pour everyone a glass.

'C' was in the process of sitting when she paused to take the wine from me, looking at the label closely. She glanced up at me and mouthed, "this is Mister Gabe's." Then she strode away from the table, clutching the bottle of wine to look at the next table, and then the next. After stopping at a half dozen tables she headed off into the crowd and I lost sight of her. I was still standing so I glanced at Alex, "for the moment at least, in lieu of the wine that Cynthia just walked off with, Jen and I have drinks. Can I get you something?" He asked for a beer, so I left him in conversation with his vice-principle - Jen - and headed back to the bar.

I got him a beer and turned away from the bar to see 'C' waiting for me. She had a different bottle of wine in her hands. "Gabriel had made arrangements so that all of the wine served to your wife's table - but only your wife's table - was his. It took me a bit, and you'll have to pay for the difference, but I 'unmade' those arrangements. I also had a couple of the boys pour all of his wine down the sink." She paused, looking in my face, "I hope that was ok with you Mister Dane?"

"Mister Dane?" Cynthia, my name is David. You know that, so stop with this 'Mister Dane' bullshit." I paused, "and yes, I am totally ok with your actions. Thank you." We headed back to our table, "by the way, you seemed a little possessive of Mister Du'Plessix. Are you?"

She smiled up at me, a soft lazy kind of smile, "no David. I am possessive only of you. Alex is a nice man though, and he has been very friendly with me since I started working here a few months ago. I am not trying to encourage him in any way, but it is nice to be friendly back without the overhead of Mister Gabe's rules. Do you understand?"




Mister Gabe Ch. 06



"Yes," I nodded, "I do." We continued our stroll through the crowd back to the table, but before we got there I stopped 'C' and held her lightly in my arms, "Cynthia, you know that I love you."

She nodded, and whispered, "and I love you. More than you could possibly know you wonderful man."

I smiled at her. "Cynthia, it is ok with me for you to have 'friends with benefits' you know. I mean, I don't insist that you and I are 'exclusive'. After all, Erin, Sara...and..."

She put her finger up to my lips quieting me. "David, our relationship, and the relationships you have with others - especially Erin, Sara, and...eventually...Jennifer, are all fine by me. What we all have, together, is 'different'...and I would have it no other way." She paused to bring my hand to her mouth, brushing her lips across my knuckles, "what do you mean by 'friends with benefits'? You own me," and she purposefully, and with a smirk, said, "Mister Dane."

"Hmmm. Let's get that out of the way. I don't 'own' you. I don't want to 'own' you or anybody else. Next spring Erin and Sara will see that and then they can put that behind us. You can start putting that behind us right now." Her eyes had gotten big and round and I could see her starting to look concerned. "No...no...don't worry about anything 'C'. The only thing I want to change is the use of that word. I don't 'own' you. You are mine only because you want to be...and only for so long as you want to be." I breathed, and then - fuck anybody looking - I bent down to give her a soft kiss on the lips, "I do love you Cynthia and I know that you love me. I hope that never changes." I stood straight again, "ok?"

She nodded with the smile returning to her face.

I nodded to myself and then continued. "In this case, 'friends with benefits' simply means that you choose who you wish to fuck, although I would really really not want you to fuck Mister Gabe again," and I grinned at my terminology, "if you would like to fuck Mister DuPlessix, for example, that would simply be an example of you expanding his friendship to one that includes 'benefits'. Do you think he may turn you down?" I laughed at her expression as she contemplated, probably for the first time in her life, someone 'turning her down'.

Her eyes turned introspective as she contemplated my words for a moment and then she grabbed my arm and led us back to the table. When I sat she bent down and whispered in my ear, "I understand what you are saying. Thank you for the freedom. But...but, 'Mister Dane', I have given my heart - not just my body - to you, so I will always seek your permission before 'fucking' someone else." She stood, smiling down at me and murmured, "benefits do sound interesting though. I'll give it some thought," and she turned her beautiful face to Alex who had obviously been wondering what she was saying to me.

The rest of the evening was a blur. We danced. We drank. We talked. Oddly, other than kissing and hugging my wife frequently, I did not feel the need have sex with her. It was an almost normal evening - one that we could easily have had pre-Mister Gabe.

Eventually though, the night did come to an end. The four of us gathered by the front door while Wendy retrieved our coats for us. 'C' gave Alex a peck on the cheek and a slightly-longer-than-usual hug before pulling on her coat and stepping to peer out the doorway. I helped Jen on with hers, and shook hands with Alex. 'C' returned to softly tell my wife and I that Mister Gabe's limo was waiting at the curb outside.

I pulled Jennifer to the side. "That was a lovely night Jennifer." She nodded with a quiet smile on her face. "Are you sure that we can't just end this farce with the black bastard now?" 

At that she grimaced, "David, really! I made a vow to him. I can't break that, and...I won't." Her face softened again, "but I did really enjoy tonight. It was like old times!" She giggled - a sound I hadn't heard in a long time. "I hope we get to do it again...many times." She said that like I was an old high school reunion beau. The feelings that had started to stir in my soul tonight died...again. In a flash I was back to being the person who pushed her throat down onto her lover's cock a few hours ago. 

I frowned and nodded. She saw the change in my demeanor...as did 'C'. "Ok, Jennifer. Go back to your man. 'C' and I are going to our home." I turned my back on my wife, took 'C's arm and led her away from the building, ignoring the limo on our way to our car.

I let 'C' drive as she had only had one drink that she nursed all night - probably anticipating the end to the evening. I was quiet for a while and then consciously tried to shake off my mood, reaching over to hold 'C's hand. She simply smiled at me, squeezing my hand as she did. 

The house was completely dark when we arrived home.

'C' held my hand and led me into the house. Just as we were closing the door we paused to watch Mister Gabe's limo pull into his driveway. The driver got out and opened the door for Mister Gabe to exit. He waved at us and then headed towards his side of the house. After a momentary hesitation we saw the driver remove his hat and then climb into the back seat of the limo, pulling the door shut behind him. 'C' and I looked at each other. I shrugged and pushed the front door shut. 

She pulled me up the stairs and led me to my bedroom. She turned on the sideboard light, and poured me a drink. As she handed that to me she told me to get undressed and she would be right back, exiting the bedroom immediately. 

I sipped my drink and gazed towards the connecting door leading to Mister Gabe's side of the house for a moment and then made the decision to do something that I hadn't yet. I strolled into the closet, to the door, and flipped the hidden switch that 'C' had had installed for me. Now Jennifer was locked out. She could not come into my bedroom through this door, and without 'C's help, she wouldn't be able to figure out how to unlock it. 

The Present - June 2013 

My drink was done. I looked over at Jen to see that hers was too. I rose and plucked the empty glass from her hands and went to the sideboard. I silently questioned her with my eyebrows raised and holding up her glass. I could see that her tears from earlier had dried while we sat thinking. She nodded so I put a couple of fingers worth in each of our glasses and then returned to sit beside her. Jen cocked her head sideways in query.

"I was just thinking about Erin and then your staff Christmas party two years ago," I said quietly.

"Oh. Yes, that was a pleasant experience," she replied with a small smile. 

I shook my head slowly, "no, Jennifer, it wasn't. While what you did during our first anniversary was cruel, it was really that Christmas party that set the distance between us. That was when I really realized that you had left me." I said it calmly, without rancour, but I could see the knife that I held verbally being plunged into my wife's gut.

Her face twisted as she stared at me. "I...I don't understand," she whispered. "What are you saying?"

I simply clinked my glass against hers and arose to head back out to the balcony. At the doorway I paused to turn back to her, "you should go back to your man, Jennifer. Everybody will be up soon and I have things to do today." I turned and headed out to the balcony, hoping that she would be gone by the time I got back.

...

Time to Leave the Firm (January 2012)

I heard a sound and turned to see 'C' returning. She was totally nude as she closed the door to the hallway behind her. "You came from your room with nothing on?" I asked.

"mmm hmm," she murmured, sashaying over to me. "I stopped in Sara and Brock's room to see if she wanted to come with me, but they were fast asleep. Besides..." She started to undress me by pushing my suit jacket off of my shoulders and then undoing my belt.

"Besides what?" I asked. 

She knelt down, pulling my zipper with her and then pulled off my socks. She then took my pants and shorts off with one pull. I was starting to get hard as she bent in to take the head of cock in her mouth. I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the head. Then she released me and stood to undo my tie which she removed and draped around her shoulders. 

I held her hands for a moment, stilling her activity, "'C', on Monday I want you to get someone in here to remove all of the camera and audio equipment from my house. Can you get that done?"

She looked at me calmly, not seeming surprised in the least, "you know that that will be contrary to the 'rules', and will make Mister Gabe very mad?"

I nodded, "yes, I am aware...and I don't care. Let the consequences be whatever they may be. Things cannot get any worse for me than they are right now...so just get it done. Please?"

She smiled at me, "yes, Mister Dane," and then she laughed at the expression that came over my face because of the 'Mister Dane'.

She extricated her hands from mine and proceeded to unbutton my shirt and push it off of my shoulders to fall to the floor. Finally, she took my hand and guided me to sit on the side of the bed. She knelt again, spreading my legs and shuffled in so that her breasts lay on my thighs and with her right hand she started stroking me. "As I was saying, we need to talk."

"Talk?" I grunted as the heat started to rise.

"Talk," she said firmly, giving my cock a few sharp tugs to get my attention. I focused upon her lovely face. "I love you," she said, "and I know that you love me. Regardless of what you say, you 'own' my body, my mind, and my heart. I would have it no other way. I love the way that you 'make love' to me. It has been something that I never, ever experienced before - not even with my husband." 

She paused, "I should bring that up now too. You know that I was with Mister Gabe for a long time?" I nodded. "Even though I left my husband a long time ago, we never actually got a divorce. Sooo, legally, I am still married. I want to be yours for the rest of my life...I want to grow old with you and the rest of your family." She looked at me with a question on her face.

"Cynthia, that is exactly what I want as well."

"Ok...then I want to get a divorce from my husband. I want to be 'yours' legally, as well as every other way." She paused and licked my cock. "Do you think I'm being silly? I mean, I don't even know where Jerry lives anymore...or what he is doing...or what he is like."

"No. Not silly. I'll help you...or I'll get someone at the firm help with the legal aspects of your divorce. It may take a while to locate Jerry and get done though. But I'll take care of it." Actually I was thinking that I'd get someone from the new firm to help out and it would take me a while to figure out 'who' I'd want to approach for this. That thought made me think of anouther.

"'C', there is something that I should tell you. I have not told anyone else this."

She looked up in inquiry.

"Sometime just before Christmas I will be leaving the firm I am at now. I just cannot stand working with MP any longer. He put Jen and Mister Gabe together in the first place, and he took way way too much pleasure in fucking her this summer. As far as I know he has had my wife many times since then. I can't be around him any longer, so I am leaving. I already have a new position lined up and have agreement with most of my clients that they will follow me." I paused, looking down at her, "this is probably going to cause more grief for Mister Gabe than me removing his cameras will."

She just nodded at me. I continued, "tonight also made me change my mind about the firm's staff Christmas party. I know that I agreed to take Jen, even though I know that the black bastard is going to be there."

She nodded. "Ok, thank you David for helping me with my divorce, and thank you for sharing with me about your work." She bent and nibbled at my abdomen, working her way down to the tops of my thighs. Then she proceeded to lave my balls in her saliva, finishing after several minutes with minute bites up and down my prick. My blood was boiling and it was taking copious conscious thought to not grab her head and jam it down on my prick. But I controlled myself. 

She stood and motioned for me to scoot up the bed and sit with my back against the headboard. While I was changing positions she softly said, "you may wish to consider going to the party with Jen just so you can walk out after handing MP your resignation. It might be more satisfying doing that in front of Mister Gabe. Just a thought." It was a good thought...one that I would consider.

Once I was in position leaning against the headboard she crawled up to me, and positioned herself so that she was crouched above my very stiff prick. She held it in place and lowered herself, taking me inside her in one long, smooth stroke. She groaned as I filled her up. She settled herself comfortably and then started to squeeze her pussy muscles rhythmically on my cock. Slow, and repeatedly. I groaned too, and raised my hands to cup her breasts while I kissed her.

She pushed me back a bit and said sternly, "David, we are talking."

"Uuhhh...we are?"

"Yes, pay attention," and she squeezed me again. "Where was I? Oh...I do love you David. You give me so much more than I have ever had...or ever thought that I would have." She stopped talking to rotate her hips, pulling my cock in very interesting directions inside of her. "I am interested in the 'with benefits' thing you mentioned earlier tonight. I am thinking of that while I also think of these other things. I do like fucking. I do like fucking both...either...men and or women. Tell me David, do you like fucking Sara?" I nodded. "Erin?" I nodded again. "They both love you like I do. Do you love them too?" I nodded again, slowly, but firmly. Even though the discussion was getting interesting, I had to admit that it was difficult to think, let alone talk, while she was mounted upon me. 

She bent down to nibble on my neck and shoulder for a while. "Maybe that is why the three of us feel so special together," she mused quietly to herself. She looked at me, "did you like fucking Stephanie?"

"Uuhh, well," I recalled Mister Gabe's pregnant daughter who had assisted my daughter in pushing Erin into my arms. Yes, I had fucked the woman at the ceremony that had started the nightmare. But, "yes, I guess I did enjoy fucking her."

"Do you love her?"

"No."

"Have you fucked anybody else?"

I told her about Erin's mother during which time she started to, using her thigh muscles, move up and down on me.

"Do you love Erin's mother?"

"No"

"Did you like fucking her?"

"Yes."

"Mmmmm," she groaned. I could see her struggling to control herself as she purposefully slowed herself, and then dropped down to her original position, and continued to squeeze me. "So you like fucking women, even those that you don't 'love'?"

I couldn't argue with that.

"I do too - I mean men or women. The only difference for me, and this is important Mister Dane, so pay attention! The difference is that I don't get anything out of it unless I am told to do it. Told to fuck someone." She kissed me and whispered, "told to fuck someone by you." She looked at me. "I do know that that makes me different, but that is simply the way I am." She paused again, totally still in my lap, "will you do that for me? Tell me to fuck other people?"

I looked at her for a long time. Finally I simply kissed her on the lips and whispered, "if that is what you want, then of course. But," and I paused for emphasis, "but, if you ever change your mind, or do not want to do what 'I've told you to do' you must agree to say so. Regardless of this, because I...do...not...own...you!"

She smiled and nodded, "agreed." She rose on her knees, pulling me from her and then instructed me to lie on my back. She swivelled into a 69 and then lowered her body onto me. "You do know that Sara is exactly like me in this regard?" 

I thought I was surprised by that, but given a moment I realized that I wasn't and grunted "uh huh" just before I drew my tongue across her labia which drew a slight gasp from 'C'.

"Uunngh. Ok. Mister Dane, sir, I have one other thing to talk with you about...one other thing to ask you to do."

"What is that, woman?"

"David, I am a...you know what bdsm is? Bondage Sado-masochism?" 

Where the hell was this going? "Yes, I know what bdsm is."

"You know what Mister Gabe does to his women...in his special room?"

"Yes."

"Yes, of course you do." She paused to inhale my cock down her throat again eliciting a long groan from me. She bobbed her head up and down for a number of minutes again bringing me to a boil. And then she stopped, arose and turned to lie down on me, resting her head on my shoulder. I was on fire...she had been taking me to the edge and stopping throughout this 'talk' we were having.

"Mister Dane. I am...I know this now because of the last few months...since I left Mister Gabe and you took me in. I know that I am a sado-masochist. Mister Gabe may have introduced me to the 'life', but I now realize that I liked it...and I miss it now." 

"Huh?"

She raised herself to look me in the eye. "David, I need you to tie me up. I need you to flog me. To slap me. To choke me. To do whatever, and I mean 'whatever' you want to do to me. Take away my will, and tell me how you are going to abuse me." She put a finger to my lips to still the shock in me, "I know that you will not hurt me permanently. And I don't need you to do these things to me all of the time. But I do know now...now that it hasn't happened for so many months...I do know now that I do want it. That I need it. At least some of the time."

I sunk in to my thoughts while 'C' alternated between kissing me softly and staring patiently into my eyes. My arms were wrapped around this petite and beautiful woman who had just told me that she wanted me to beat her...to abuse her.

It wasn't like I had never done it before. Our first real encounter - when I was trying to understand what were the real consequences of the wedding ceremony that saw me give Jennifer to Mister Gabe - had me beating her with my fists culminating in tying her up and fucking her more violently than I had ever conceived was possible for me to do. My prick, which had started to deflate as 'C' expressed her desire to me, involuntarily jumped up firm and strong as I considered again that scene.

I pushed 'C' over, rolling her onto her back with me lying on top of her, propped up on my elbows looking in to her face. "What happens if I don't agree to this?"

"I've given that some thought too David. Erin and Sara and I have been talking about it as well. They both want you to 'do' them like that too. They don't really know what they are asking for, and I know that in the heat of the moment a man can get a little carried away. I do know what that is like, and I do know that I want you to use me like that. I was thinking that you could...well...work off your edge on me and then be a little tamer with your daughter and Erin."

Fuck! Really? That gave me more to think about.

My prick was uncomfortable wedged as it was between our bodies, so I lifted myself and lodged the head of my cock in 'C's lips and then entered her in one long stroke. I started a slow but steady pumping while I considered what she was telling me.

Yes, I have done that. In fact my treatment of both Erin and my daughter had verged on bdsm already on occasion. I thought longer.

"Ok." I paused in my pumping and looked deeply into 'C's eyes. "Ok, my sweet. Not always, and again, you control the limits." I lifted myself, and then drove into her hard, punctuating each word with a thrust, "I...do...not...own...you. And I don't 'own' either Erin or Sara, regardless of what they believe they want at the moment. But I will go down this bdsm road with all of you. Not always. Not even most of the time. But...sometimes." I picked up the pace. "Is...that...good...enough...for...you?"




Mister Gabe Ch. 07



©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved

TLC with Erin (December)  

Striding to my car, I was in a funk. On the one hand, I was elated at finally getting out from under MP and Mister Gabe. On the other hand, I was sad...very sad...about Jennifer, and the constantly mixed signals I was getting from her were tearing me up. I needed a break, a break from everything. 

At the car I fished my Bluetooth headset from the glove compartment and fitted it to my ear before settling into the driver's seat. As I pulled away I called a number to ask some questions, and then another number, making some arrangements. 

That all took time and before I knew it I was home. It was dark and silent as I let myself in – Sara wasn't home yet, and I recalled that 'C' had taken the kids to the hotel. I bounded up the stairs and stripped my suit away, changing into comfortable jeans and hoodie. Then I threw some needful things into an overnight bag and headed back down the stairs. I went into my office to ensure that everything was locked tight, and then wrote a quick note 'Sorry, I had to leave town quickly. Business trip. Promise to be home by Christmas. Dad.' I felt pressure to get out of the house so I trotted the note into the kitchen and folded it up and laid it on the kitchen table. I figured I could call 'C' later and fill her in on details, but in the meantime, I knew that she would look after Molly and Mike if Jennifer didn't. With that done, I ran out of the house, threw myself and the overnight bag into the car and took off.

It was late when I started, and it was a long drive. I was going to where Erin was spending Christmas with her boyfriend and his family. I thought I needed some time with her. I drove through the night and as I drove my sadness deepened. As I pulled into the town where Erin was I began having second thoughts. What was I doing? Erin was with her boyfriend – learning to love someone her own age. How could I just show up and demand her time. I stopped at a Denny's on the edge of town to get some breakfast and coffee. I sat there for a long time with my thoughts swirling. Jennifer – did I love her still? Did I want to continue fighting for her? Was she even interested? Why were we doing what we were doing? Erin – again, why was I here? What did I expect from Sara's best friend? Eventually, after a long while, I resolved to go to the hotel, get some sleep and then head somewhere else just to hole up for a while. I would leave Erin alone.

I got back in the car and drove to the hotel that I had had my travel agent book for me earlier that evening. I pulled up to the Best Western – the best that this little town could offer – and grabbing my overnight bag headed into the lobby. 

My eyes were bleary, and I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings as I stepped up to the check-in counter. As I announced that I was checking in and handing over my credit card to the man behind the counter I felt arms steal around my waist and someone lean into my back. Before I could react I heard a low whisper, "oh, David. Thank you for coming...I've missed you sooooo much!"

I turned in the arms holding me to look down into Erin's face. She looked tired, and I could see tear tracks down her cheeks. "What...how...?"

"Shhh, it will be ok David. I'm here. Finish checking in," and she reached up to pull my head down into a soft and loving kiss. I stood there totally dumbfounded, not understanding how she could be there – exactly the person that I needed, at exactly the time that I needed her.

She looked into my eyes for a moment and then gently pulled my credit card from my fingers. Quickly, she completed the check-in process for me, and retrieved the room key. Then, grasping my hand firmly in hers, she pulled me to the elevator. We hugged quietly as it took us up to our floor, and then she led me down the hall to my room. Opening the door, she led me in and tossed my overnight bag to the floor. I started to speak again, but with a finger held to my lips she shushed me. Then she pulled my jacket off, my hoodie and t-shirt over my head and then deftly undid my belt and pulled the rest of my clothes from me. I stared down at her while she was kneeling, undoing and removing my boots. She pulled me naked over to the bed and after pulling the bedspread down, lowered me on to it. 

She kissed me...again, a gentle one. She stood and smiled down at me and then proceeded to pull her own clothes off. The platonic kisses had started me worrying a bit, but as her perfect body was revealed to me that nascent concern faded away. Nude, she climbed up on the bed and settled her body down on top of mine – hips on hips, her breasts pressed into my abdomen, her legs entwining with mine, her head resting on my chest. And she held me.

I couldn't say exactly what it was...the depression that had been descending upon me since last night, longer than that if I was being honest, or my exhausted state, or simply because this lovely young woman was actually here...but I cried. Racking sobs that shook my body. And she held me.

Eventually I fell asleep wrapped in Erin's arms.

I awoke, and with my eyes closed I couldn't hear anything, so I opened them. The room was dark, and I was alone. Had I been dreaming?

At that moment the door opened, spilling some light from hallway inside. I saw Erin slip in, carrying something, and then stumble slightly in the darkness as the door shut behind her. "It's ok Erin, I'm awake." I reached over to the bedside table and turned on the lamp there.

"Oh good," she exclaimed. I could see that she was balancing two large paper cups and holding onto a bag. "You were still sound asleep so I went to get some coffee and something to eat. I hope that that was ok?"

"Anything you do is ok Erin," as I shuffled into a sitting position in bed, my back resting against the backboard. 

She came over to the side of the bed and handed me one cup, "careful, it is hot," and then placed the other and the bag on the side table. She stood and looked carefully at me. "You are looking much better David." With that she quickly shucked her clothes on to the floor and flipped back the cover so that she could sit on me. I had not been hard last night, but simply watching her strip had me starting to stiffen, so she carefully placed me so that she didn't break anything as she sat down. My hardening cock found a wonderful warm spot in her cleft.

"hmmm...that feels nice," she said with a grin at me. "Hand me my coffee please, sir." I did. "There are a couple of bagels in the bag. I didn't know what you'd feel like so I grabbed those just to tide us over."

"It's fine Erin. How do you happen to be here? How did you know I would be here?" and she cut me off by jumping off of me and the bed. She put her coffee down and then pulled her phone from her purse before prancing back into bed and settling once again in her former position, motioning with her hand for me to pass her the coffee again.

"I used the app," and held up her phone to me. I looked at it blankly, not really comprehending. "David, I use the phone app to see where you are. Sara put it on all of our phones last summer. See," and she held the phone for me to look again. "Wait," she bent over to put her still untouched coffee on the table and then slid off me to snuggle in under my arm. "See, this app shows where you are – the picture of you – where I am – the picture of me. And if I do this," she tapped the screen changing the view, I can see where Molly, Mike, my mom, Sara, Brock, 'C', and now Christopher," she paused to look at me, "my boyfriend. I can see where all of you are, all of the time. Or at least whenever you have your phone on." She prattled on, "David, I look at you four or five times a day. Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly lonely, I just leave it on and keeping watching you. I can see where you are and imagine what you are doing. When you are with someone else that I know, like Sara or 'C', I really 'imagine' what the two of you are doing – it makes me hot sometimes. And jealous sometimes. I really don't think that I could have survived without this app...it makes me feel that I'm with you."

I was now holding her phone while looking at the app. "This is very interesting," I commented quietly, "I'll have to get Sara to put it on my phone too."

With a theatrically explosive sigh, Erin bounced out from under my arm and scrambled off of the bed.  She paused for a moment to have a first sip of her coffee and then went over to my clothes which I saw now were folded neatly on a chair, and started to rummage through the pockets. Eventually, with an 'ah hah' she pulled my phone from the inside pocket of my winter jacket. "This explains it," she muttered and then returned to my side clutching my phone.

"Mister Dane, sir," she said sweetly, "let us look at your phone, shall we? Mmmm, look at this...oh...sixteen missed calls. Who are they from? Let us see...three from Sara, and...three from 'C'...even one from Jennifer," she paused there to mutter, "sometimes I really loathe that woman," then she continued, "oh...and nine." She curled around to look closely into my eyes while waving my phone at me, "yes, Mister Dane, nine missed phone calls from somebody named Erin."

She grinned at me, and kissed me, and then settled back under my arm. "David, Sara put the app on your phone too. See, she set it up with Molly, Mike, 'C', herself, Brock, and me. Oh...she has Jennifer on it too. I wonder how she did that? I'm pretty sure neither Mister Gabe nor Jen know about it." She paused to breathe. "You can see where any of us are whenever we have our phone on. Even your wife."

She put the phone down, and continued, "I look at you all of the time David. I miss you, and it helps to know where you are and imagine what you are doing. Last night, just before I was going to bed in Christopher's parents' spare room I looked. We had been up late playing cards, so it was pretty late. Anyway...I saw that you were out in the middle of nowhere, on a highway. I called Sara – we talk every couple of days - but it was pretty late so I was surprised that she picked up right away. She read me your note and said she had been trying to get a hold of 'C' but she wasn't picking up. We both got a little panicky. Sara said she would try to find her mother, and I would continue trying to get a hold of 'C'. I also tried phoning you and got no answer," she waved the 'missed calls' in my face again.

"Around three in the morning I talked with Sara again. She had walked into Mister Gabe's side of the house – he never locks his patio door – and eventually found Jennifer in that dungeon you described to us. Sara says that her mom was nude, suspended from the ceiling, with red marks crisscrossed on her body, and that there were at least a dozen men in the room, most of them with no clothes on, including Mister Gabe. Jennifer was barely conscious and some old, fat guy was fucking her ass and anouther was slapping her tits as she hung by her arms. It took a bit for Sara to gain his attention, but Mister Gabe told Sara what had happened at the Christmas party and that that was all that he knew. Her mom was in no condition to talk, so Sara dropped it and ran from the house." Erin was watching me closely as she said all of this, but I guess my 'impassive' face was enough to ward off further worry on her part because she continued, "we still weren't able to get a hold of 'C', but we could both tell that it looked like you were coming here...I mean where else does that highway go to?"

"Sara knew, we both knew," Erin waved the phone again, "that 'C' and the kids were in the hotel, so at around four in the morning her and Brock drove over there. They woke 'C' up – her and Molly were sleeping in one bed, and Mike was in the other – and explained the situation. Then 'C' did her thing, phoning some lady for information. 'C', Sara, Brock and I conference called and 'C' told us that you had a reservation here, and I decided that I would meet you here. By then it was almost five thirty and we could all see that you were getting close to town so I headed over here right away." 

She hugged me and in a little voice said, "when I saw you had stopped at the Denny's and were there for so long, I almost decided to go there. I'm glad I didn't because I would have missed you." She smiled up at me and then kissed me again, "and here I was...am."

I asked, "everybody else knows where I am now?"

She nodded and hugged me again, "yup. I called everybody after you fell asleep. Well...not Jennifer, unless Sara made a point of telling her, and I don't think she even wants to look at her mom after what she saw last night, so I doubt it." Erin paused for a moment, "everybody is really concerned about you David. But they left me in charge of making you feel better." Then the young woman bent around to start kissing me. At the same time I felt her tiny hand snake down my abdomen to lightly grasp my semi-flaccid cock. She started to gently pull on me.

The kisses started to turn passionate as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I started to stiffen. Erin broke the kiss to whisper into my ear, "what do you think, big boy? Can I cheer you up?" She left my ear and bent down, her lips approaching my cock, "just a little bit maybe?"

I groaned as her tongue teased the head. I could hear her murmur, "oh fucking gawd!, I have missed you so fucking much David Dane!" She engulfed me in her mouth. Erin used her talented mouth and hands on me for ten or fifteen minutes, bringing me to the edge and holding me back. I was groaning with desire, my hands stroking her back and hair as she sucked.

Finally she raised her face to mine again, kissed me solidly and then throatily stated, "I need you inside of me David."

I rolled her over and lifted her legs up, pressing them back into her, flattening her breasts under her thighs. "Not quite yet my young lover." I lay down so that my nose rested on her pubic bone just above her clit. First a gentle lick there, then I proceeded to bathe her legs with my tongue from the knee to the apex of her legs...first one leg and then the other, spending extra time just behind her knees which elicited some interesting responses.

Eventually, and I took my time, I was at the gate to heaven. I paused to observe the flower opening for me, and there I stayed for a long time, gently licking her and pulling on her lips with my teeth. I could feel her building to a climax, her stomach clenching and her body trying to bend up against the pressure of her legs which I was still pressing on. I could hear Erin softly moaning, "please, David...please Mister Dane..." At the right moment I dropped one hand from her leg, and changed the tempo of my tongue, pushing it rapidly in and out of her. Finally, just as she clenched again, I pressed hard down on her clit with my thumb driving Erin into a screaming orgasm.

I continued to softly lick her, causing repeated aftershocks to run through my young woman, until she pushed my head away from between her legs, and then pulled me up her body, lodging the head of my iron-hard cock at her entrance, groaning, "David, would you please, please, plllleeaassse fuck me now?"

"Gladly," I whispered in to her ear just before covering her mouth with mine, and pushing myself gently in to her. I moved in her, slowly penetrating until I was buried completely in Erin's hot cunt. I pulled back so that only the tip remained in and then began to fuck her...alternating between short, sharp thrusts and longer slower deeper drives. Erin began mewling her passion, changing to a keening that rose in pitch as she again approached her peak. I knew after ten minutes that I wouldn't be able to last much longer so picked up the pace and depth, bottoming out on each stroke. Erin screamed, clenched and came, which drove me over the edge, emptying my balls in a series of strong spurts deep in to her.

I collapsed upon her and immediately started to roll off of the little woman but she clutched her arms around me holding me tight on top of her. She whispered in my ear, "I love you so much David...and I have missed you so much. I don't want you to leave me...roll over so I can lie on top of you with you still in me." I did.

We rested that way for a long while, catching our breath. Initially I had softened, but as we lay there I felt myself stiffening again...lengthening out inside Erin. She lifted her head to look at me and smiled softly, "I love that David."

"Me too," I grinned back at her. Then a thought occurred to me. As far as I knew, Erin had been with me for almost a full day now. "Erin, what about your boyfr... Christopher? What does he know about all of this? What is he thinking about you leaving his folks' place? What do his folks think?" I looked at Erin, "why are you here with me when you are supposed to be with your boyfriend and his parents?"

Her face took on a thoughtful expression and she carefully changed positions and helped me to move so that once again I was resting back against the headboard while Erin sat, impaled upon me, in my lap. She began to gently wriggle her bottom on me – sending delicious shots of pleasure throughout my body. "Those are good questions. Can I just think out loud for a bit, and then we can talk about it?"

I nodded, and stilled her wriggling so that I could concentrate on her words. She grinned at that.

"I really like Chris...Christopher. It is more than 'like', but I don't know for sure 'what' that means yet. The only man I have loved, that I do love, is you David, and the feelings I get with Chris are sort'a similar, but yet not the same. I don't know what that will mean in the future with him, but this I do know," and she grabbed my head between both hands and leaned in so that our noses were touching, "I love you David Dane, yesterday, now, tomorrow and all of our tomorrows in to the future." She kissed me again and then let me go to sit back, "you know that, right?" 

I nodded and then spoke quietly, "I feel exactly the same way Erin. It blows me away that I do, but I do. I love Sara, more and differently than a father as you know...and I love 'C'...and I love you. I love you all. All in the same, but in subtly different ways."

She nodded at me. "I know. And I know that I am ok with us all loving each other, because I love you and Sarah and 'C', and even Brock. 'Love' in all of its meanings including the biblical one. I love to fuck all of you – although I haven't actually fucked Brock because you haven't given me permission to yet...but that is because I haven't asked you yet. I will. But I digress. I don't think that any of that diminishes in any way my individual love for any of you. That makes me hopeful for Chris. Actually, the passion that Sara and Brock have really makes me hopeful for Chris." She paused to breath and gather her thoughts some more.

"I've told him about you," she held up her hand at the expression on my face, "no, not everything. But he knows that you are my 'special' friend. He knows that you took my virginity for example," she grinned at the horrified expression on my face. "It is ok David. I told him that I begged you to do it...which I did. He knows that I love you. He does not know that you own me and own everything that I do," again she held up her hand to shush me. "David, let me be crystal clear on that subject. While, after talking with Sara earlier this week I no longer want to try the SM part of BDSM, I do want to try the BD part...and I insist that you continue owning me. Chris doesn't know any of that, but you have to."  She said that calmly and with feeling. 

"Last night he stayed up with me because he could see that I was very stressed. He knows that I am here with you because he knew what was happening and I told him that you needed me. Chris is an intelligent man and I'm sure that he probably believes that I have...am...making love with you." She sighed, "I do not know how he feels about that, or what he will say when I get back there, but as I was leaving he was supportive and he did tell me to come back as soon as I could."




Mister Gabe Ch. 07



"Ok Erin. Thank you for telling me all of that. Now let me be clear about some things. One, I love you, and I do not know what I would do without you in my life. This last twenty-four hours has hammered that truth home to me. Two, I agree that my love for all of you does not diminish, in the least, my love for any one of you, and each of you are special in your own way. Three, I vow to never 'SM' you...'C' may have told you that I don't really like it even though I've agreed to give her what she needs. Four, and this is critical, if you ever have to choose between me and anouther person, man or woman, Chris or somebody else, I want...No, I insist, that you choose the other." 

She gasped at that and cried out "no!"

"I insist because, whatever you think, I do not own you. At some point you may find someone special that you want to share 100 percent of your life with. If that time comes, then I insist that you go with it." She started to speak, but I covered her mouth with a kiss and then murmured, "that subject is closed Erin." 

She looked at me and her face turned from a frown to an impish grin, stating, "I won't argue with you, sir." Then she wriggled herself again and we both noted that I had gone a bit soft during our intense conversation. She frowned again and then grinned again, sliding up and off me to press her breasts into my chest. Softly she said, "my mommy said that she really liked fucking you too, Mister Dane, sir. She wants me to ask you in the nicest way possible if you would please surprise her at her house again and fill her cunt with your fantastic cock." Erin giggled and kissed me, "she really did you know."

The thought of EM that flashed through my mind, combined with Erin's nipples pressed in to me served to restore the 'stiff' in my prick. She pushed back from my chest causing me to blindly poke her in the butt, "ooohhh, does Mister Dane want to fuck my poor, underused ass? Does he? Hmmm, please Mister Dane, sir, will you please fuck me, hard, in my butt? Please."

I laughed. The little girl voice that she used got to me. I grabbed Erin by the waist and flipped her off of me, positioning her on her hands and knees with me behind her. My cock was fully lubed with Erin's own juices so I grabbed her by the hips and pushed my cock into her. I took it slowly to allow her time to adjust, but she still had to gasp for breath, falling from her hands so that her upper body was on the bed with her tits pressed into the mattress. From this angle she looked even for more beautiful if that was possible.

I was just beginning a slow in-out motion when we both heard a phone ring. I stopped moving and looked over at my phone on the bedside table. It was not ringing, so I leaned sideways a bit, without leaving Erin's butt, and fished around in the covers until I found her phone. It was ringing and there was a picture of man – Christopher I assumed – showing. "Erin, it is Christopher."

"She grunted and rose to her elbows motioning for me to hand her the phone. I did but otherwise remained motionless as she answered.

"Chris. Yes, I'm with him. Yes, I'm ok, and he seems to be getting better." I grinned at myself and started to move again in the young woman's ass. Erin's head flipped around to look at me, a startled look in her eyes, "umhh, yes, Christopher...unghh..." I picked up the pace but tried to avoid obvious slapping noises as my groin impacted her butt cheeks, "unngghh...y...yes Chris, I am. He is. Y...y...yes, right now. Oh gaaawwwddd!" I picked up the pace again and was now bottoming out in her. "Fuck! Christopher...he is fucking my ass! Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, unngghh...it feels so fucking goooood!" She paused to just breath raggedly for a bit, clutching the phone to her face. "What? Fuck, Chris, no...n...no Chrisss." She looked at the phone, and threw it down on the bed, collapsing again onto her face.

I was slamming into her, hard. The sound of our flesh impacting each other was loud, but not loud enough to cover Erin's wails of pleasure. I had cum not so long ago, so I was able to keep it up for at least twenty minutes during which she came at least twice. I could see that she was building to a climax again. Some distant part of me heard a soft knock on the door but I didn't acknowledge that it was our door as I drove hard into my young lover, filling her bowels with my seed.

We both collapsed upon the bed, bathed in sweat and panting heavily.

As our breathing quieted we both heard the soft but insistent knock. I was still lying on Erin's back, so slid off of her, falling to one side on the bed. We looked at each other. "That is Chris," she whispered, "he said he was coming." 

I raised my eyebrows in question, "why didn't you stop me?"

"Stop you? David, I've been missing you and your cock for four months. There is no fucking way that I am ever going to 'stop' you when you want to fuck me." And she giggled. Then she pushed herself up and started to rise from the bed, "it was going to happen sometime, so it might as well as be now." She was searching for her clothes at the side of the bed when she paused to look at me, and with a sad smile said, "if it doesn't go well then at least you can give me a ride home with you."

The knocking sounded again and we could both faintly hear, "Erin?"

"Fuck it!" she said and threw the t-shirt that she had been clutching on to the ground. She strode over to the door and flung it open revealing a young man on the other side. Erin was buck naked, sporting a full body flush from our recent activity, and extremely hard nipples. She reached out to grasp the man by the lapel and pull him into the room, slamming the door behind him. While she was doing that I rolled over but only succeeded in attaining a sitting position on the side of the bed. 

Chris staggered in, trying to retain his balance as he was trying to steady the tray with three cups on it that he held, while trying to both stare and not stare at his nude freshly fucked girlfriend. From where I sat, looking at Erin's backside, I could see a rivulet of cum dripping from her asshole down her leg. I'm sure that she could feel it.

All of us stayed motionless...a very awkward silence reigned. I broke the silence by rising from the bed, my semi-hard cock bouncing on my thigh, and then Erin said quietly, "Christopher, I told you not to come over here."

"I...I had to. I'm sorry Erin. I know you told me, but...I had to. I love you Erin. I had to."

More silence, during which I pulled my jeans on and sat in one of the chairs.

Erin reached over to take the tray from Chris's hands, which were starting to tremble. She said, "Christopher, this is Mister Dane. I belong to him." She paused, "Mister Dane, this is Christopher. He is my boyfriend...or at least I hope that he still is." She handed the tray to me, and I pulled one of the cups – of coffee – from the tray to take a sip, and then she directed Chris to sit on the bed where I had been a moment before. I could see his eyes trail down her lovely form and then stop, affixed on her legs. As she turned to motion me to pass her one of the coffees which she gave to her boyfriend, I could see twin trails of cum rolling down her thighs from her cunt and ass.

He held the cup, but didn't drink. Instead he spoke, "you let him cum in you too? You told me that we couldn't have sex because you weren't on the pill." My eyes widened at that and Erin gave me a quick glance before she sat beside her boyfriend, taking his hands in hers.

"Christopher. You 'love' me? You've never said that before. Do you still 'love' me, even seeing what you are seeing here?"

He just stared into her eyes – for all intents I was not in the room – and nodded slowly before repeating softly, "he came in you?"

Erin pursed her lips and then softly stated, "yes. Christopher, you and I cannot have sex unless Mister Dane tells me it is ok to. I haven't asked him permission yet, but it has nothing to do with me being on the pill. And yes, he came in me. Twice. Once in my cunt and once in my ass. Mister Dane can cum on me, or in me, whenever he wants. I already told you, I belong to him." He opened his mouth to speak but she continued, "and before I leave here he is going to cum in my mouth and I will swallow all of his seed." She paused, and then continued very softly, "are you sure you want to 'love' me Christopher? I belong to this man. He is my lover, my friend, and my master. He is my best friend. He will always be all of those to me. Always." She said the last while glancing over her shoulder to look me in the eyes. She turned back to Christopher.

"I don't know." He sighed. "Are you on the pill? Did you lie about that?"

"No! Christopher, I have never, and never will, lie to you. Why do you think I'm letting you see me like this, with David? Why do you think that I just told you what I did? Even if that means you run screaming from this room, I will never lie to you."

I had to interrupt, "Erin," I said quietly, "since when are you 'not' on the pill?"

She turned to face me, and then knelt at my feet, reaching out to hold my hand to her face. "Since I left for school, Mister Dane, sir. Why did I need to be on the pill when I wasn't going to be fucking anyone for almost a year? Or so I thought." She took a breath, "you aren't cross with me are you?"

"You know the possibilities, young woman. Are you sure?"

She looked back at Christopher, and then arose to place herself in my lap. "Yes, David, I am fully aware." She kissed me on the lips. "I am in absolutely no risk. If...no...when I become pregnant...because it is going to happen eventually – Sara and I have talked about that - when I become pregnant I know that you will take care of me and our child, and that we will live happy lives with you and everybody else."

I nodded. She was right. "I love you Erin, " I whispered again.

She kissed me and then left my lap to go back to Christopher, kneeling at his feet and grasping his hands in hers. "This is the way it is Chris. This is me. David is my love. But I love others too, as he does. There is room in our hearts and lives for more. But most people, I know, most people won't accept that. Do you?"

He just gasped out, "I don't know," and arose, dropping her hands. He stood over her, drinking in her face for a long moment before glancing over at me and then he strode to the door and out.

We both sat staring at each other for a few minutes before I said, "Erin, baby, I'm sorry."

She waved her hand at me and replied, "I'm not sure that that is it Dave. He has to think. That was a bit more than I was planning on happening to him at one time." I got up to sit beside her. "Why don't we get dressed and go get something real to eat. I don't feel like just coffee," and she pointed at the tray that Christopher had brought, "although that was thoughtful of him."

I nodded and stood, pulling her to her feet.

We showered, dressed and went outside. She pulled me towards a strange SUV, "this is his folks' vehicle. They lent it to me last night when Chris told them I needed to go for a while."

Erin drove us to family restaurant where we could eat. Inside, we ordered and waited. "You know," she said, "in all of our talk about loving people, neither one of us mentioned Jennifer." That surprised me, but it was true. "I said that sometimes I really loath that woman, but I didn't really mean it David. She is Sara's mom, and Sara, Mike and Molly are all good people. They wouldn't be 'who' they are without her...so she is 'good' in my book too. Most of the time." She paused to sip at her ice tea, "do you love her David?"

That had been the question that I had been wrestling with for months, and especially so during the long drive of the night before. 

I told Erin, in detail, everything that had been going on since she left for school. Some of it we had touched on before during our telephone calls, but this time I didn't leave anything out. I also told her my views on it all. 

Erin said, "It would be hard not to understand why you feel the way you do. But...but, Mister Dane, consider this. Jennifer is owned by Mister Gabe, and she feels," she held up her hand to forestall me, "she feels, rightly or wrongly, that you gave her to Mister Gabe." She paused to take a calming breath and continued, "Jennifer probably doesn't understand why you are feeling this way." Again she held up her hand as I opened my mouth to reply, "no, David, let me finish. She loves Mister Gabe because he something so different from you...or at least so different from what you were. Your wife also loves Sara, Molly, Mike, and maybe Brock. The rest of the cocks and cunts – and yes, there are cunts involved - in her life are just sex...the way they would be for me if you would ever tell me to fuck somebody else. You love all of us, including 'C'...who, by the way, is probably somebody else that Jennifer loves...so I don't think that you should really stick to the old-Dave perspective of Jennifer betraying you." She sighed, "As much as Jen seems to be 'doing things to you', they are really being done at Mister Gabe's command – because he really does not like you at all. I do think that she still loves you David, and I think that she really believes that when Mister Gabe is done with her – as he has been 'done' with so many others before – she will come back to you. She will be happy with the new you – probably happier - and the new life of multiple lovers that you have. I really, really believe that." 

My Erin was an extremely adult young woman, and I couldn't help but marvel at her. Her perspective forced me to think and re-evaluate my feelings. I would have to think more on her words...much more.

Our food arrived and we ate in silence. As we finished I quietly stated, "you may be right Erin. It may be just 'me' having a tough time moving the Jen-and-me thing into our new reality." I sighed, "I will stop being a prick to her, and just see what happens. Besides, it is really the black bastard that picks at me."

Erin smiled and then laughed, "aren't you glad you came to see me?"

"Absolutely!" I paid the bill and we headed back to the hotel. 

We pulled in to the parking lot to see Christopher leaning against a Jeep, obviously waiting. I touched Erin on the arm and told her to go talk with him and that I'd head up to the room. I nodded to the young man as I walked past him into the hotel.

Sometime later I heard a soft knock on the door so went to open it. Erin was standing there, holding Christopher's hand. "May we come in Mister Dane" she whispered? I nodded and held the door for them, then went to sit on the edge of the bed (which I had made), leaving the two chairs for them. Erin watched, and then nodded. She gently pushed Christopher down in to one of them and then stood before me.

"Mister Dane, sir. My Christopher would like to say something to you." She sat down beside me.

We watched as the young man cleared his throat. "Ahem...Mister Dane." He coughed, "let me start again. Mister Dane," I could see Erin nodding encouragement at him out of the corner of my eye, "Erin is my girlfriend, and I do believe that I love her. You have an, uhh, an unconventional relationship with her. I really don't know how I feel about that, but she has convinced me to give it a try...at least for now...to see how it works." He sighed and continued, "she has said that we cannot have sex. I respected that wish before I understood where it was coming from, but she made the point that she has to be the one to ask your permission...which she says she won't do yet. So...I guess...I will still respect that, even though when I think about it, it makes me mad."

"Good!" from Erin. I turned to her. "Mister Dane, I think that you are in a better place now, so you can probably go home. You should go home – Sara and everybody are still concerned about you. I'm ok. Christopher still wants me to stay the rest of the holidays with him. But," and she held up her hand to me, "I know that I promised you something else before you go, so we are going to use that as a bit of an experiment for Chris." Huh? I saw Christopher gulp, and then nod.

Erin slid from the bed beside me and pushing my knees apart, knelt between them. Her small hands were soon busy undoing my belt as she whispered, "I told you David, that you were going to fuck my mouth, and cum down my throat before we were done here today." Then in a slightly louder voice, "my Christopher is going to watch me blow you, sir, and swallow your cum." She stopped talking while she unzipped me and then pulled my pants and shorts down, and off, folding them carefully before placing them on the floor. She glanced at my stiffening prick, and then looked up at me and very quietly said, "then we'll see if he can take it or not."

My eyes had been glued to Erin's, but as she reached up to grasp my prick, needing both hands to cover about two thirds of it, I looked up at Chris. His eyes were glued upon his girlfriend's hands.

Erin began to stroke me. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Chris, come over here and kneel beside me. You may as well watch up close."

With a little hesitation, he did just that, moving to kneel beside Erin. She grinned at me, and then smiled at Christopher, "watch this." She opened her mouth and bent forward to push herself down on my prick. We could both see her cheeks billowing as she sucked and rolled her tongue around my cockhead. 

"Chris," I said, my voice raspy, "take her shirt off. It is always better to see her tits bounce while she is doing this." He looked up at me, but then just did as I asked, pulling Erin's shirt off – momentarily disengaging her mouth from me. 

As soon as the shirt cleared her head she was back at it wetting down my cock with her spit before she paused again, speaking to her boyfriend, "Chris, now that I've got it all wet...see how I've spread the spit up and down Mister Dane's cock while I licked the head? Now that it is all wet, I want to show you what I can do." She glanced up at me, "Mister Dane, it has been quite a while. If I get in trouble, will you please help me out?" I grinned and nodded at her, and then grinned again at the young man's obvious confusion.

With that, Erin licked the head again, like an ice cream cone, and then she sat up on her knees to get a better angle and pushed her open mouth down on me. She managed about two thirds of my cock before she gagged and reflexively pulled off, gasping for breath, "David! You said you would help!" 

She stood and bent at the waist with her beautiful breasts dangling enticingly, putting one hand on my thigh and the other on Chris's shoulder for balance, and then pushed her open lips down onto my rock hard cock again. This time, as soon as she got about half way, I grasped her head in both hands and pulled her roughly down. She gagged in the same place as before, but this time I held her there and then pulled her down again. Chris was starting to protest but subsided when he saw that Erin was not struggling at all. Finally, with a last pull, her lips met the base of my cock. Given the angle I couldn't see it, but I could tell by the way his eyes startled wide open that Chris was watching his girlfriend's throat bulge with my cock buried deep within it. 

I held her until I felt her tap my thigh and then released her. She bounced off of my cock and gasped for air, turning to Christopher, "did you see that? I had the whole thing down my throat! Isn't that just fucking awesome!"

I wasn't sure Chris agreed or not, but I pulled Erin down again rasping, "Erin, you have to finish me."

"Oh, gawd, Mister Dane, I'm sorry." She bent down and started to really pump me, using her hands, her lips, her tongue and her throat. Her tits were bouncing and jiggling. I told Christopher that he should stand over her and pinch her nipples. He jumped up and bent over her back, reaching around to grip her firm tits. I wasn't sure whether this was the first time he was feeling her naked or not, but it was obvious that he was getting very excited. 




Mister Gabe Ch. 07



Erin was a very, very talented cocksucker, especially for someone so young and relatively inexperienced. So talented in fact, that I did not last long at all. I warned her that I was coming and then pulled her down tight to my balls again before unleashing ropes of cum straight down her throat. I held her there as I drained into her. I released her to crash down onto her knees and I fell back on the bed. We were both panting heavily.

Finally I had my breathing under control enough to sit up again. Erin was lovely, with a thin line of cum and drool extending from the corner of her mouth down to her breast. Christopher was staring at her still heaving tits. I also noticed that the young man had a sizeable tent in the front of his pants.

"Erin," I spoke to gain her attention, and motioned to her boyfriend's waist, "it looks like he enjoyed the show. I think that you should take care of him now."

"Oh Mister Dane, can I? Thank you, sir."

I stood up and stepped around the couple as Erin started on Chris's pants – with no protest from him. While she was blowing him, I stepped into the shower quickly. When I got out she was still at it, so I dressed and gathered my things into my travel bag. Finally I sat down...just in time to hear the young man scream that he was coming, and watch my young woman hold him tight to her face with both hands clutching his naked ass. When he was done she held him in place so that she could carefully lick him clean, and then she stood to hug him tightly. Done, she came to me and pulled me out of the chair for a hug and a whispered, "thank you."

"You two should go back to Chris's now." Looking directly into Erin's eyes I continued, "I am fine and will head home tomorrow."

They looked at each other, the young woman with a hopeful expression on her face and the young man still grinning like an idiot. He nodded to her and she laughed before pulling her shirt back on. I, for the first time, shook Christopher's hand, and then kissed my girl, whispering in her ear, "I do love you Erin...and no, I do not give you permission to 'bed' this young man. I will see you in March. Have a merry Christmas...and thank you Erin." 



For my readers...the next chapter will take a number of months to be complete. Be patient.

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