My name is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big company in Morristown, New Jersey. The job pays well, but with educatee loan, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't sure how I was going to give bread and butter in one of the most expensive realm in the country.

Enter my auntie Millie. Mom and her immature sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks remind me of a younger version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 class, but he died in at oeuvre related accident about the metre I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the ship's company in rally for a quick closure, which combined with his lifespan indemnity gives her enough money that she doesn't have to make for. She's far from rich people, but she owns her business firm and money isn't really an issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her baby is a slattern, it's more that she just has horrible taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guy wire she has dated since Don passed seem to be even tough than he was.

Hearing I got a job nearby, Millie offered to let me rest with her in nearby Hackettstown. Famously where they make M & Ms, Hackettstown is not far from my new job. The thought process of moving in with my Aunt was only marginally better than moving back home, but innocent is devoid, so I agreed. My programme was only to stay on with her for as long as it took me to find out a plaza I could afford.

I am creature of habit, and need my daily function. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an locomotive engineer by grade, but my reliable lovemaking is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and exploit into my daily launching. Each aurora I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of java with my treasured Keurig, and write about the events of the prior day. I used to drop a line in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distraction. I missed too many days. I find mornings, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive meter of day to compose. Some day I can't think anything matter to to drop a line about, and on those days my entries are short. But when life sentence gets concern, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour has flown by, and I have to force myself to put my laptop away and to get on with my day.

I've now been living with Millie for a little More than two calendar month. She takes practiced care of me, cooking my meal, doing my laundry, stuff like that. She is middling, but not sensational ; busty, but not farcical. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an jock. If your intellect naturally goes there, you might look at her a MILF, but since she doesn't clothes revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few people give her a arcsecond expression. To both the casual observer and to her lifelong friends, she is just a distinctive boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not ho-hum, nor is she a distinctive suburbanite. Millie has a orphic. A secret she has kept hidden from her folk and friend, and only shares a minuscule cadre of confidants. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her secret with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The disclosure wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to uncover.

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets concern, I tend to write very detailed accounting entry in my diary. Since concern things were happening on a day-after-day basis, I documented the day-to-day happenings in very vivid detail.

I am not a great writer. I will never publish the capital American language novel. I will likely never even try to write anything Worth sending to a publishing firm. But I do enjoy reading porn write up, and net calendar week I realized that posting excerpts from my journal on this site is the closest I will ever come to being a published author.

One final author's note of hand. You will likely hazard Millie's enigma much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porn site, you have the advantage of having a pretty just idea of how this will trifle out. I on the other hand was documenting my daily issue in real clock time, so please don't jurist my obliviousness too harshly.

sufficiency preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristic spirit into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my aunty Millie's sign around 9pm last Nox. After offering me a cold beverage she showed me around the place. Built in the 50's, the family is low. I would guess the main planetary house isn't much more than 1000 feather groundwork. There are two sleeping accommodation, one bathroom, a living room and a kitchen on the chief floor. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some drill equipment, and a laundry elbow room in a finished basement.

After a quick enlistment of the family, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the bigger bed. When I tried to reason, she just went subdued. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the tumid bed. Changing the issue, she asked about my tripper. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the keep way, sat down on an oversize couch and I told her all about my cross-country escapade. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into item again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an time of day. But it had been a longsighted day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can hear her in the shower. I will render her a few minute, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( generator note, just a monitor, I write these entering each morning, so the events for the nearly portion are the prior day's events, Hope that makes horse sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The initiative week was uneventful. I bought some business daily clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. stuff and nonsense like that. Millie pretty much did her affair, and I did mine. We both like to run first affair each first light. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

June 21 - I saw my Aunt naked yesterday. I was in a haste to get to the power so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to take a exhibitioner. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an hollow household. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bath threshold.

I was half way into the room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her foot was resting on the side of meat of the tub, spreading her legs enough to give me an unhindered aspect of her pertly shaved sanies.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must let heard the front door barb, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful adult female. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that endure view, my consistence began to react as any 24-year-old male person would react when looking at a hot naked cleaning lady.

But before I return to describing the upshot of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to think about the tub incident ( as I have begun to call it ) and I've had an insight. Maybe she set the whole thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bathroom. The first morning I was at her household she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the shower bath. She warned me she was in there and not to arrive out, so nil Wyrd. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the metre because bullshit like that happens all the clock time with college roommates. But I now realize that this may have been the beginning of a rule. A couple days later I walked in on her sitting on the toilet. I would ingest sworn I heard her leave the business firm, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the privy doorway, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her ankles, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would make expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the want of a lock and told me not to care about it.

Then yesterday when I walked in on her, she just stood there, fully exposed. I mean, I was just standing there, likely with my mouthpiece open, staring at her. And she makes no try to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower pall was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hand. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few thin strain of shaving emollient on her legs and pubic country, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No concern, I skipped my run today, sorry if I surprised you ”, then calmly reaches over to set the razor down on the swallow hole. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her breasts. As she leaned over they swung free of her chest and swayed side to side. They were firm, wax, and looked very inviting.

My mentality finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to game out the elbow room, fumbling for the doorknob.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get ready for workplace. Can you manus me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the sink. I stepped into the room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to wipe the residual shaving pick from between her legs, leaving the thin lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the bathroom to script her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a small toilet, basically the breadth of a bathtub. To go she was forced to deform sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her rear nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hired man"accidently"brushed my private parts. This was the first time that I realized just how poor a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erection.

I didn't even try to resist the enticement, and turned to watch her as she left the bathroom and walked to her way. Stopping at her door and steadying herself by resting a hand on the room access physique, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her articulatio talocruralis and legs with the towel I had given her. This play gave me an unforgettable rear scene of her pussy and arsehole.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone other than my auntie I would suffer followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to watch her, reason stopped me and instead I closed the lav threshold.

I took a longsighted shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the bathroom, towel wrapped around my waist, I thought I heard a comrade disturbance coming from her elbow room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the shower bath, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that auditory sensation. It was the distinct bombination of a Hitachi magic baton. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that overtake vibrator. Realizing I would be belated for workplace, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my apparel on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to go along my head on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunty and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the morning fucking. I seriously couldn't intercept thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her pap against me in the can, and that her manus brush by my cock was also not an chance event.

Her pelt was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit blood. Which led me to ruminate for nearly 20 minute of arc whether she frequented a tanning salon or tanned au natural in her back yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health design, my creative thinker was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly underworld knack on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was nursing home, and she invited me to fall in her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga pants I have ever seen, and a tiny variation bra. Both of which left little to the imagery. With her wearing that rig there was no way I could join her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain impediment and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a crybaby wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a patch, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - final nighttime she asked me to aid her elevator weightiness after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to distinguish her on the terrace. If anything, her clothing was even more revealing than the night before. She is wearing a whiten mutant bra and white yoga drawers. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her exercising was intense, and both became so crystalline from the swither, that she might as well have been naked. She looked frustrated when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the minute night in a row I went for an even run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to invalidate a repetition of the prior two dark, I stayed late after work and exchanged texts with a pair off girls from Tinder, but neither were really interested. By the fourth dimension I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Sat dawn, and the firstly week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the exit on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last night. She had again made dinner, which was delectable. I continue to feel guilty about her buying and making all the repast, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my first paycheck I will go grocery shopping. She left shortly after I got home, saying she had some errands to run, and that she might go out with a friend for drinks.

This was the first prison term I had the house to myself for an evening. I went to my elbow room, stripped to my boxers, closed my door and watched an instalment of"House of plug-in"on my iPad. Watching Claire walking around the egg white sign in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't help me with my puppy love on my cougar aunty Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

My body relaxed as I closed my eyes and let my mind wander into fantasy.

In my lusty fantasy, Millie silently opened the doorway and entered my room. The light from the mansion house showed me she was naked as she dropped to the trading floor and crawled to my bed. My fantasize continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my hammer into her mouth. Her adept tongue and oral fissure were quickly rewarded as my cock grew rock laborious. She began to stroked the spear with her hand. Our oculus met as her spit began to leaf the tip of my peter. Breaking eye contact, her lust found another target and she began to give suck my Lucille Ball, first sucking one, then the other into her mouth. All the while she continued to stroke my peter shaft, avoiding the sensitive head to guarantee I didn't get too excited, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the slam she placed her mouth over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her hand. The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for much longer. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. encounter little resistance, my turncock slid down her throat and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her wind pressing into my groyne. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to jib, or pull out back. Instead, she began to lick my lump. This took me over the edge, and all the insistence that had built up released and a violent stream of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her chief, she sucked every drop from my now softening member.

She licked her lips, and looked at me with satisfaction and said…

"Tom, do you want me to get anything for you at the memory board ?"

The room access opened and aunty Millie stuck her head in,"Oh motherfucker ”.

I was so deep into my fantasy that it took me a secondment to realise what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the room access looking at me. She wasn't supposed to be home, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Millie had just walked into my room and caught me masturbating.

The light source in my room were off, but the lighting from the hall provided adequate illuminance for Millie to see my cock poking out of my bagger with my hand wrapped around it. The head was covered with a low hand towel, draped there to hold open me from spraying the rampart and my side with ejaculate. A feeding bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.

My fantasy had just turned into a nightmare.

Not that this hadn't happened before, stuff like this happens when you have roommates. But unlike prior natural event, which had involved roommates and their girlfriends, this was my 40 something year old aunt. Not good.

Our center met, and for a minute we both froze, then the unsaved thing happened. Millie acted like nada odd was going on. After her"Oh Shit ”, it took her about 5 minute to compose herself. Then her centre slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their centering. Meeting my gaze she said,"Drinks fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the computer storage. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting spot, pushing my cock back into my shorts and replied,"Nope, I think I'm trade good ”.

That was too much of a straightforward product line for her to resist, so as she pulled the door closed said,"Yes, you certainly do front good ”.

A few minutes later I heard the battlefront door close. I had lost the desire to eat up my business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was benumbed before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to stop thinking about Millie, was to find a hot lilliputian loose woman to hook-up with. To that end, I spent most of the day on tinder. I think I may hold struck gold with a girl named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to fulfil for lunch tomorrow. With luck that will leave to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie finally night my phone kept buzzing and she was pestering me to tell her who I was texting with. I figured that maybe if she knew I was trying to hook up with a girl from touchwood that she might give up trying to make me, so I told her about my planned dejeuner with Julie. To my surprisal, she was really excited for me and said that it was about fourth dimension I got myself laid. The corners of her mouth twisting up in a smile, I was sure as shooting she was thinking about early dark. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the shoes to just let her know. She said she would make herself scarce in the basement and that Julie wouldn't even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn't expect to ask the house.

June 27 - Lunch went well, in fact lunch was expectant. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a exploited car franchise here in town during the day, and waitresses at a variation bar several times a week in the eventide. After luncheon, she sexted me a braless guess of her, and asked me to converge her at the sports bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there former, and she seemed well-chosen to see me. She asked if I wanted anything, and I ordered a beer. When she brought it over she told me she would be off in about 15 minutes. I said no concern and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the Hooters tight top and shorts, except hers was ignite blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her transmutation ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a little black dress on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few mo of pocket-size talk, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would need Millie's star sign, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the reference and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a quick text, to which she replied,"LOL, NP, she won't know I am here ”.

Julie then followed me in her car to Millie's. True to her word, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the household, so I had to accommodate that I was living with my aunt until I could get a station of my own, and that she was out with acquaintance and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring details, saying that she was nice and that she cooked me dinner and did my wash. She laughed and said,"oh, so just like living with your mom ”. I lied when I said,"yea, pretty much ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the theater 5 instant before Julie headspring back to the bedrooms and asks,"which bedchamber is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand go her into my elbow room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to hear me fucking Julie, leaving no dubiousness in her mind that I wasn't interest in her.

I helped Julie out of her dress off, she was naked underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a great body.

There is a desk and a chair in my room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the chair and gave me a blow job. She was good, but I could severalize she had learned how to give a blow job watching internet porn. There was luck of slapping my pecker around on the side of her cheek, and slap of backtalk. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and hard, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the president, and said,"nookie me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a break,"And some lube ? You are really big."

I did possess condom, and some lubricating substance. But I hadn't fully unpack and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would recall I would hold been better gear up, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the condoms in the 3rd box I looked in, and the lubricator in the 5th. By then I was back to being hobble, so she waved me over to muck up me back up. Once I was hard again she put the condom on me and coated it liberally with lube.

I then spun the chair around and spread her shaven pussy and began to fight my rooster into her. She was really tight, and the chair was on wheels, so she and the death chair began to roll across the floor. I pinned the chair against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn't going to run, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her spinal column and showed an pose point of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her pinna. In this stance, I had something to push against and since we were both well lubed I slid about ¾ of my hammer into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to fuck her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more activated I could lunge profoundly. Her centre rolled back in her question as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her first orgasm.

She was one noisy roll in the hay. With each drive she would let out a short grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each drive. When she came, she started moaning a deep guttural"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the back of her throat. She was so loud that I began second guessing leaving the door open.

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly open doorway. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit trouble I slowed my poking, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her oculus, she said in a very determined and intense voice,"fucking me ! Don't you fucking blockade ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the line at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her utterance increased as her eyelids opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Chancing one more look at the doorway I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to punt her, and shortly after that I came.

Rolling off her, I sat down on the floor. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the screen. In lupus erythematosus than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a minutes. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the safe. Returning to my room, I considered my options, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This morning I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My threshold was still open and I could smell Bacon and hear food cooking in the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was 7am, I had slept in.

Julie woke up as I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. By the time I got back to the room, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her skid in one hand she headed into the privy. Two proceedings later she was heading towards the door, saying a quick"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a plate with scrambled eggs and 2 pieces of Bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was squeamish"

June 28 - When I got place from study last Nox, Millie wasn't there. She had left a annotation saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few Thomas More episodes of planetary house of bill, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to fill up tonight, so couldn't semen over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom room access was closed this break of day, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Saturday morning ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sabbatum I varied my normal routine, running before writing in my journal. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun last night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really hear her answer. I was too pore on her carpus. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrist. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything, but it bothered me as I ran.

When I got back to the mansion I asked her what happened to her wrists, but she didn't want to sing about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal, and asked about her plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the hard kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her articulatio radiocarpea, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the issue, but no affair what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her death Nox. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the house in disgust. I needed to get away from her, and since I had to get the oil in my car changed and run some errands I just left. But I was determined to press the issue again when I got home.

The errands took longer than expected, so it was betimes eventide by the time I got menage. I went into the theatre, and found her on the couch Reading. She tries to enshroud it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice pack. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the argument, our vocalisation slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy hurt you, you need to account him, so he doesn't hurt anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no theme what you're talking about, it's not what you think ! You don't understand !"

sensing I had her, I lowered my voice and asked calmly,"What is there to not understand ?"

She went tranquil and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the possible action I wanted, and now she has no alternative but to explain what I don't understand. I can see the cogs in her capitulum turning as she looks for a way out.

I break the secretiveness and firmly say,"Show me what he did to you."

She reacts differently to my new tone of voice of voice and submissively nods her head in arrangement. Standing up she unbuttons her short circuit, hooks her pollex into the waistband and pulls her shorts and panties to her knees, then turns around.

"holy place shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is bright red and streaked with purple product line. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the other thing. She has a jeweled plug in her ass.

Pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to confront me, and asks in a very quash voice."Is that what you wanted to see"?

I start to say something, then stop.

Unsure of herself, she continues,"Before you say anything, let me explain. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her voice lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's name.

"I like ... ”, but her vox track off, as she stops to gather her view."No ”. Another break, then"Correct that… ”, another pause. Then with a rush,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means affair get a trivial rough ”.

Another suspension, as she gives me meter to treat what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I'm not stunned, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without details. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor small innocent piddling affair, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with last night tied me to his bed and whipped my ass. Then he fucked my ass, and when he was done, he shoved that plug up my ass so his cum wouldn't leak out."

She tried to stare at me defiantly, but I could see it was an act. She couldn't pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each former, each waiting for the other to break the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

Recovering first, Millie walked over to the room access and looked out.

"I don't believe it, what is he doing here ?

"Who ”, I ask.

looking for defeated, she replies,"Looks like you get to meet my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the room access is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in enough physical flesh and I guess moderately handsome. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his hand out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you final night."

Ignoring his extended hand, I get to the stop immediately with,"What the underworld did you hit her with live night ? Her ass looks like raw hamburger"

Showing little emotion, he drops his hand, and looks at Millie, studying her. She looks down in abject submission.

Then turning back to me, he says simply,"A wooden kitchen spoon ”.

Then with mirthfulness in his vox, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprise, but don't call at me. I just did what she paid me to do"

"Paid you ? ”, I ask, my vox raising in a question.

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 long horse for 3 hour. For that sort of money, she gets to set the convention, and I just stick to them. First time she had me mop up her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or somebody must have made her feeling that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a Son of it. I knew his case. Hell, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my illusion life I was. I knew what it was like to want to dominate a willing woman, to punish her. My mom cheated on my dad, first making me lie to him. Then after getting caught, leaving him and taking me with her. My liveliness was never the same, and I have never forgiven her for dragging me around with her and for turning my life upside-down. There were Day I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My judgement was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

I returned to the acquaint."If that's the case, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the lastly word."What the fuck are you doing here now ?"

He smiled and looked at Millie,"She knows… script it over ”.

Millie looked daggers at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was replete of diddly-shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a lying SOB, and finally tell me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to perpetrate my phone out of my air pocket to cry the cops, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this sentence they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her short circuit, she reaches behind her and with a face, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to pass over it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible shake of his heading, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her oral fissure.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her lingua working to cleanse every airfoil. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a modification come over her. She softens, begins to rock a minuscule, losing her balance, she reaches out with her free hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

Finishing, Millie now opens her middle as she removes the plug from her mouth. Looking a bit embarrassed, see hands it to Rob.

All occupation, he looks at Millie and says,"Thank you. Call me again if this kid gets you all worked up again ”. Then he turns to me and says,"You should have a go at it her. Give her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of intellect. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to reckon at Millie. She was looking at me, weeping welling up in her eye, which she blinked away as she bowed her foreland and stared at the floor.

I studied her. Was she embarrassed, or was it something else I had seen in her eyes.

She continued to stand there, naked from the shank down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her consistency, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her odd mamilla, while the digit of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clitoris.

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

What was I supposed to do ? Should I pretend that nothing had happened, that nothing was happening, or should I say something and try to comfort her. Maybe extend her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquidity Begin to run down her internal second joint. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was purulent juices running down her wooden leg. Her breathing was labored, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole body began to shake. Without lifting her optic, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked stiffly legged to her sleeping room, closing the doorway behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My brain was on overload, share of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another voice was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the redact and stared at her closed sleeping accommodation door. My head kept racing through my alternative, ignore her, or comfort her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nothing had happened. Or should I go knock on the door and comfort her. Say everything would be fine.

But it wasn't ok. We could never return to just roommates, and the whole Aunt / Nephew dynamic was pretty very much out of the question.

It is flummox how fast the brain works, because within minute I realized that neither of these choice would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her doorway, trying to cipher it out, a third option popped into my head. I should go fucking her.

The thought horrified and thrilled me. My first reaction was, I can't do that, that's wrong.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. deprivation quickly turned to need, but I was still not committed. Not sure what I was going to do, I got up off the lounge, and walked to her door.

I would just open the door to check on her. See if she was ok. Just open the door, no injury in that. I could still back out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay flat on her bed, her infantry hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her legs clenched tightly together. I heard the buzz of her vibrator, and recognized the power corduroy of a Hitachi deception wand snaking from the outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her branch, its hefty rubberise pass was clearly weightlift firmly against her clit. Her left arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her proper hand pumped a great dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could make out muffled sounds of ecstasy.

I just stood there watching. Not saying a word. Trying to process what I was seeing. Millie had just been through what I assumed was the most humiliating outcome of her life, and instead of curling up in a ball and crying, as I had expected, she had come into her room for this.

As I watched her, my hand found my peter, and using spit and pre-cum for lube I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must have sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The punishment of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her stroke now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, eyes locked, matching separatrix for stroke until she broke the charm.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her stifle to the bound of the bed, then raised up on her knees. case down, ass up, her clear prick beckoned to be filled.

I know knew exactly what I would do. I would fuck her. I would fuck her hard. This would not be making love, this would be hard, selfish, animate being sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no further invitation. I crossed the way, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping cocksucker, and slid bollock deep into her.

Her breath caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the stopper and dildo, her sphincter resisted my unveiling, and squeezed my shaft firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed post, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to eff her ass, she pushed the top dog of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing quiver in her slit added to my pleasure as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was puzzle, I had fucked my part of coeds while in college, but cipher had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her pelvis and pulling her onto me. My yard increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to polish off in her ass. I remembered my illusion of the other Night, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my cock.

Reaching down, I grabbed a her by the pilus and pulled her face to my cock, her physical structure following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her open mouthpiece. I leaned forward and my pecker disappeared into her mouth, sliding rich into pharynx. Gripping her oral sex, I began to fuck her human face. Slowly at first, but increasing the tread as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so excited, I couldn't give back any longer as current of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her mouth with my seed. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every drop from my twitching balls.

Finished, I let her go, and sat down on her bed.

Sliding to the floor, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly cleanse me with her tongue. With a facial expression of thirstiness merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her pass and licked the length of my shaft clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to suck and encounter with my clump, taking each in turn, into her sass. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to clean under my testis poke, down the inside of my thigh, and finished by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my asshole clean.

When she satisfied herself that I was completely sporting, she rolled out from under my legs, and curled up on the floor at my feet.

I just lay on my back, staring at the cap trying to action what had just happened.

I had spent the sunrise, angry that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome literary argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the constabulary. Only to find out out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the events of the Night before.

It was now clear to me that Millie got off on entry and abasement. The event of the yesteryear few hebdomad, her dreadful taste in men, all made sense. She had been passed from one dominant allele male to another. belike starting with her married man Don. She had now chosen me. I had no cue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my feet, her optic closed, a contented smiling on her fount. The entire clock time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasance, and now she lay in about as submissive a position as possible. Curled up like a bitch at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to take her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her sweat had made me feel wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my arms, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her weapon around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my room and saw my bed the epiphany hit. I finally realized the true reason she had given me this room. She had given me the victor bedroom. From the very origin, when I had walked into this firm she had tried to tell me what my coming to live here imply to her.

I stood there, holding her in my arms and looking at that bed, and realized I couldn't put her there. It was not"her"bed, and it would never be"our"bed. That was her superior's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

I turned and carried her backrest into her room. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my weapons system around her, and pressing back into my warmheartedness, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an minute. She seemed so slack up and contented here in my arms. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was surefooted that I had made the good choices tonight.

I took a tenacious hot rain shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My mind was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The events, and my perception of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now different.

laying there, it took a while, but eventually a plan began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more sure-footed I was that I was the correct path for Millie. We would set forth a new human relationship in the sunup. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to sleep thinking, this will be worry .