My gens is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few months ago, and landed a job with a big company in Morristown, New island of Jersey. The job pays well, but with student loans, and everything else associated with being on my own, I wasn't surely how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive regions in the country.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her youthful Sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 class old. She is scant, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her tone 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 years, but he died in at work come to chance event about the metre I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the troupe in exchange for a quick resolution, which combined with his spirit policy gives her enough money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from rich people, but she owns her house and money isn't really an issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of swain. Not so say that my mom thinks her sis is a strumpet, it's more that she just has horrible taste in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the Guy she has dated since Don passed look to be even worse than he was.

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

I am creature of habit, and need my day-after-day routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an railroad engineer by stage, but my true lovemaking is creative writing. I put a lot of thought and effort into my day-after-day entrance. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my treasured Keurig, and write about the events of the prior day. I used to compose 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 departed, to be the most conducive time of day to write. Some days I can't think anything interesting to write about, and on those daylight my incoming are shortly. But when life gets interest, I find myself lost in my penning, 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 months. She takes effective forethought of me, cooking my meals, doing my wash, clobber like that. She is middling, but not sandbag ; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confound her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might view her a MILF, but since she doesn't dress revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the nonage. Few the great unwashed give her a bit spirit. To both the fooling beholder and to her lifelong friends, she is just a typical boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not boring, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A secret she has kept hidden from her family and admirer, and only parcel a humble cadre of confidants. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her private with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The revelation wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to reveal.

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets worry, I tend to spell very detailed entering in my diary. Since concern affair were happening on a daily cornerstone, I documented the day-after-day happenings in very graphic item.

I am not a swell writer. I will never pen the great American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything worth sending to a publishing house. But I do enjoy reading erotica stories, and last week I realized that posting excerpt from my diary on this site is the faithful I will ever come to being a published author.

One final author's note. You will likely judge Millie's cloak-and-dagger much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porn site, you have the advantage of having a pretty serious idea of how this will diddle out. I on the former paw was documenting my daily event in real time, so delight don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

Enough preamble, I hope you enjoy this voyeuristic look into my life.

June 13 - I arrived at my aunty Millie's house around 9pm survive night. After offering me a cold drink she showed me around the office. Built in the 50's, the business firm is small. I would guess the main planetary house isn't much more than 1000 square feet. There are two bedrooms, one bathroom, a keep way and a kitchen on the master floor. Downstairs there is a way with a TV and some exercise equipment, and a washing room in a finished basement.

After a quick tour of the firm, she told me to put my stuff into the way with the bigger bed. When I tried to argue, she just went quiet. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the prominent bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a second beer, we moved to the livelihood elbow room, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip-up, so won't go into contingent again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a tenacious 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 give her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( generator note, just a reminder, I write these launching each morning, so the upshot for the about division are the prior day's result, Hope that makes gumption ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The first week was uneventful. I bought some business casual clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza pie. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, and I did mine. We both like to run number one thing each forenoon. She frequently does yoga in the evenings before bed.

June 21 - I saw my auntie naked yesterday. I was in a hurry to get to the office so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to take away a rain shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an vacate house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bath doorway.

I was half way into the room before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her foot was resting on the incline of the tub, spreading her legs enough to hand me an unhindered horizon of her fresh shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have heard the front door jibe, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful woman. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that last view, my body began to react as any 24-year-old male would react when looking at a hot nude woman.

But before I return to describing the case of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to think about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to call it ) and I've had an insight. Maybe she set the unharmed thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bathroom. The number 1 morning I was at her house she came into the privy to get something while I was in the exhibitor. She warned me she was in there and not to get along out, so nothing weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the meter because shit like that happens all the fourth dimension with college roomie. But I now realize that this may accept been the root of a design. A duad sidereal day later I walked in on her sitting on the gutter. I would cause sworn I heard her leave the home, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the lav door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panties around her ankle, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would hold expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the lack of a ringlet and told me not to interest 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 oral fissure open, staring at her. And she makes no effort to brood herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The exhibitor mantle was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her hand. As I said, her metrical unit was resting on the tub and there were a few thin bank line of shaving cream on her ramification and pubic orbit, 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 sink. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her bosom. As she leaned over they swung liberate of her breast and sway side to side. They were firm, entire, and looked very inviting.

My mastermind finally began to act upon, and I said,"excuse me"and started to back out the 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 oeuvre. Can you manus me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small hand towel just out of her reach on the cesspit. I stepped into the room, picked up the towel, and handed it to her. She took it from me, and used it to pass over the residuum shaving cream from between her legs, leaving the fragile lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the bathroom to hand her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a modest toilet, basically the breadth of a tub. To conk she was forced to release sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the bulwark, her erect nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her provide hand"accidently"brushed my privates. This was the foremost prison term that I realized just how miserable a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erecting.

I didn't even try to fend the enticement, and turned to keep an eye on her as she left the john and walked to her room. Stopping at her threshold and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door framing, she spreading her feet slightly, bent over and wiped the remaining shaving pick from her ankles and legs with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable rear view of her Pus and asshole.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone other than my aunt I would have followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to follow her, rationality stopped me and instead I closed the bathroom door.

I took a long shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the lav, towel wrapped around my shank, I thought I heard a intimate dissonance coming from her room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the shower, so I silently walked over and placed my ear against it. Yep, I thought I recognized that sound. It was the distinct buzz of a Hitachi illusion sceptre. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that whelm vibrator. Realizing I would be tardy for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my elbow room threw my apparel on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to keep my mind on my new job. I kept thinking about my aunt and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the daybreak fucking. I seriously couldn't blockade thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her tits against me in the privy, and that her hand brushing by my pecker was also not an fortuity.

Her skin was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimsuit lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a lashing salon or tanned au natural in her back yard. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health architectural plan, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly hell bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was below doing yoga. I went down to let her fuck I was household, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the sparse yoga pants I have ever seen, and a midget sports bra. Both of which left little to the imagery. With her erosion that turnout there was no way I could join her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain checkout and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a piece, rubbed one off into my running sock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - Last night she asked me to help her lift weights after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to distinguish her on the judiciary. If anything, her vesture was even more let out than the night before. She is wearing a blanched sports bra and Edward D. White yoga pants. She wasn't wearing anything under either of them, and both are so thin and tight that they look to be painted on. Her workout was intense, and both became so transparent from the sweat, that she might as well have been naked. She looked disappointed when I excused myself after she finished, saying I needed to go for a run. This was the endorsement night in a row I went for an eve run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my room when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to avoid a repetition of the anterior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged textbook with a couple girls from tinder, but neither were really interest. By the sentence I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday dayspring, and the first week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how distracted I was by the goings on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home last Night. She had again made dinner, which was luscious. I continue to palpate shamed about her buying and making all the meals, but she insists it's mulct. Once I get my 1st payroll check 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 drinkable.

This was the first fourth dimension I had the theater to myself for an eventide. I went to my room, stripped to my bagger, closed my doorway and watched an installment of"House of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire manner of walking around the White family in one clinging sexy garb after another didn't help me with my compaction on my Felis concolor Aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

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

In my red-blooded fantasy, Millie silently opened the door and entered my room. The luminance from the manse showed me she was naked as she dropped to the floor and crawled to my bed. My fancy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my boxers down and sucking my cock into her back talk. Her skillful tongue and backtalk were quickly rewarded as my cock grew rock gruelling. She began to stroked the shaft with her mitt. Our eyes met as her natural language began to flick the tip of my cock. breakage eye contact, her lust found another prey and she began to take up my Lucille Ball, first sucking one, then the other into her mouth. All the while she continued to stroke my cock light beam, avoiding the medium head to insure I didn't get too excited, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the tool she placed her mouth over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her deal. The tactile sensation was amazing, and I couldn't hold back for often longer. I reached down and grabbing her head and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her mouth. Meeting little opposition, my cock slid down her pharynx and I began to fuck her face. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nuzzle pressing into my breakwater. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or perpetrate back. Instead, she began to lick my balls. This took me over the edge, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her stomach. Amazingly she swallowed every cliff, and as I released her head, she sucked every drop from my now softening member.

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

"Tom, do you desire me to get anything for you at the store ?"

The doorway opened and aunty Millie stuck her read/write head in,"Oh poop ”.

I was so thick into my fantasy that it took me a second to agnize what had just happened. Somehow Millie was standing in the doorway 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 lights in my way were off, but the lighting from the hall provided adequate illumination for Millie to see my hammer poking out of my drawers with my deal wrapped around it. The head was covered with a small paw towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the paries and my face with ejaculate. A feeding bottle of application sat incriminatingly on the bed standpoint.

My illusion had just turned into a nightmare.

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

Our optic met, and for a second we both froze, then the damn affair happened. Millie acted like zippo odd was going on. After her"Oh motherfucker ”, it took her about 5 secondment to compose herself. Then her eyes slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their focus. Meeting my gaze she said,"potable fell through, so I got home early. The refrigerator is empty so I decided to go to the entrepot. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scud up into a sitting position, pushing my putz back into my drawers and replied,"Nope, I think I'm good ”.

That was too much of a straight descent for her to stand firm, so as she pulled the door closed said,"Yes, you certainly do expect salutary ”.

A few minutes later I heard the front threshold close. I had lost the desire to finish my business so I cleaned up and climbed back into bed. I was at peace before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to bar thinking about Millie, was to detect a hot short jade to hook-up with. To that end, I spent about of the day on tinder. I think I may have struck gold with a daughter named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to assemble for lunch tomorrow. With hazard that will contribute to a hookup.

June 26 - During dinner party with Millie utmost night my earpiece 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 plume up with a young woman from tinder that she might stop trying to score me, so I told her about my design tiffin with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corner of her sass twisting up in a smile, I was for certain she was thinking about other night. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the station to just let her know. She said she would make herself scarce in the cellar and that Julie wouldn't even now she was there. I told her thanks, but that I didn't expect to demand the house.

June 27 - Lunch went well, in fact lunch was bang-up. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a utilise car dealership here in townspeople during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar several times a week in the evening. After luncheon, she sexted me a braless injection of her, and asked me to meet her at the sports bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there other, and she seemed happy 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 worries and began watching ESPN on one of the big screens. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the automobile horn tight top and shorts, except hers was light blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her shift ended, Julie went into the rachis and came out with a little black wearing apparel on, joined me at the table, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few minutes of diminished lecture, before she asked me if I had a berth we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would call for Millie's house, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the valet I even opened the doorway 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 house, so I had to admit that I was living with my aunt until I could get a piazza 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 oil production point, saying that she was nice and that she cooked me dinner party and did my laundry. 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 house 5 minutes before Julie drumhead back to the bedchamber and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand lead her into my way. I didn't close the threshold completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to see me fucking Julie, leaving no uncertainty in her brain that I wasn't interested in her.

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

There is a desk and a electric 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 sound, but I could severalize she had learned how to give a reversal job watching net erotica. There was lots of slapping my pecker around on the slope of her face, and smacking of lips. Her hair kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me in effect and concentrated, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"shag me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a prophylactic ?"Then after a pause,"And some lube ? You are really big."

I did bear safe, and some lubricating substance. But I hadn't fully unpacked and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would imagine I would make been better prepare, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the condoms in the 3rd box I looked in, and the lube in the 5th. By then I was back to being limp, so she waved me over to fluff me back up. Once I was hard again she put the condom on me and coated it liberally with lube.

I then spun the chairman around and spread her shaved kitty-cat and began to push my cock into her. She was really mingy, and the chair was on wheels, so she and the death chair began to roll across the story. I pinned the professorship against the desk, but the chair kept swiveling. This wasn't going to work, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her vertebral column and showed an awful stratum of flexibleness as she pulled her knees up to her spike. In this position, 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 jazz her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could thrust deeper. Her eye rolled back in her psyche as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her first orgasm.

She was one noisy roll in the hay. With each poking she would let out a niggling grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrust. 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 doorway open.

Looking up at the doorway, I noticed Millie standing in the dorm watching us through the slightly subject threshold. She was naked, and her helping hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit deflect I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not prize. Without opening her middle, she said in a very determined and intense vocalisation,"Fuck me ! Don't you fucking stop ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the stage business at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the focal ratio. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her eyelids opened and her eye rolled back into her head. Chancing one Thomas More looking at at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to pound her, and shortly after that I came.

roll off her, I sat down on the level. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the covering fire. In less than a mo she was asleep. I watched her for a few a minute of arc. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the condom. Returning to my elbow room, I considered my pick, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This break of the day I woke up with her adjacent to me, all snuggled in. My door was still undetermined and I could smell bacon and hear solid food cookery 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 place in one hand she headed into the bathroom. Two minutes 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 Sir Francis Bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was nice"

June 28 - When I got house from work close Night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a preeminence saying that there was a salad in the refrigerator, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few more episodes of house of Cards, then escaped for an eventide run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn't cum over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedchamber door was closed this morning, 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 Saturday 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 final stage night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really try her reply. I was too focus on her wrists. Specifically, at the bright red markings on both of her wrists. 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 house I asked her what happened to her radiocarpal joint, but she didn't want to babble out about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal grass, and asked about her program for the weekend. She joined me at the mesa, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the gruelling kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her radiocarpal joint, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the issue, but no matter what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her last night. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the household 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 constrict the issue again when I got home.

The errands took longer than expected, so it was former evening by the time I got home. I went into the house, and found her on the couch recitation. She tries to hide it, but I can see that she is sitting on an ice clique. This just makes me mad, and I am right back into the tilt, our voices slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy detriment you, you need to report him, so he doesn't scathe anyone else !"

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

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

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

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

She reacts differently to my new feeling of voice and submissively nods her head in correspondence. Standing up she unbuttons her shorts, hooks her thumbs into the cincture and pulls her boxers and step-in to her knees, then turns around.

"Holy shit"! is all I manage to say.

Her ass is bright red and streaked with majestic lines. It looks like she was whipped with a spliff. And then there is the other thing. She has a spangled fireplug in her ass.

Pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to present me, and asks in a very subdued spokesperson."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 excuse. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her vocalization lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's figure.

"I like ... ”, but her phonation trails off, as she stops to collect her cerebration."No ”. Another pause, then"Correct that… ”, another pause. Then with a kick,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a little rough ”.

Another interruption, as she gives me time to process what she was saying. But I just stare at her blankly. I'm not stupid, and I understood exactly what she was saying. But I am not about to let her off without item. I wanted to hear details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You short minuscule innocent little thing, 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 other, each waiting for the early to break the silence, it was broken for us. The doorbell rang… and we both jumped.

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

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

"Who ”, I ask.

Looking defeated, she replies,"Looks like you get to forgather my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in comely forcible embodiment 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 last night."

Ignoring his extended paw, I get to the point immediately with,"What the hellhole did you hit her with last Nox ? Her ass looks like raw hamburger"

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

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

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

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

"Yep ”, he said,"$ 200 bucks for 3 60 minutes. For that kind of money, she gets to set the normal, and I just follow them. First clip she had me scald her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or someone must take in made her flavor that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a tidings of it. I knew his eccentric. netherworld, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasy living I was. I knew what it was like to want to eclipse a willing cleaning lady, to penalise 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 biography 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 days I wanted to tie her to a bed and…. My thinker was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

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

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

Millie looked obelisk at Rob, and I thought she might tell me he was full phase of the moon of shit. This was when she was going to tell me that he was a rest bastard, and finally tell me that he beat and raped her.

I was about to force my headphone out of my sac to call off the cops, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this sentence they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her shorts, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the nag from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to pass over it off on her blouse. With an almost imperceptible milk shake of his top dog, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouth.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her natural language working to clean every open. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a change come over her. She softens, begins to shake a little, losing her balance, she reaches out with her release hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

finish, Millie now opens her eyes as she removes the plug from her mouth. Looking a bit hinder, see hands it to Rob.

All line of work, 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 it off her. Give her what she needs. in conclusion night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that state of mind. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to seem at Millie. She was looking at me, tears welling up in her eyes, which she blinked away as she bowed her head 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 stomach there, naked from the shank down, her optic cast down. Then betrayed by her body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her left teat, while the fingers of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clitoris.

She seemed unmindful 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 console her. Maybe conduce her to her room.

Then I noticed a milky liquidness begin to run down her inner second joint. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy succus running down her legs. Her external respiration was punishing, and though her top dog was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole body began to judder. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. Turning, she walked stiff legged to her sleeping accommodation, closing the door behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My brain was on overload, contribution of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another constituent was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her closed bedroom door. My mind kept racing through my options, ignore her, or comforter her. Should I just give her secrecy, leave and come back later, pretend naught 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 repay to just roommates, and the whole auntie / Nephew dynamic was pretty much out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the brain kit and boodle, because within minutes I realized that neither of these options would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her room access, trying to figure it out, a third gear alternative popped into my head. I should go fuck her.

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

But the more I thought about it, the Thomas More I wanted to do it. Want quickly turned to need, but I was still not committed. Not trusted 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 give the doorway, no scathe in that. I could still back out.

I opened the threshold and looked in.

Millie lay plane on her bed, her fundament 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 cord of a Hitachi legerdemain wand snaking from the outlet by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its powerful natural rubber chief was clearly campaign firmly against her clit. Her pass on arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right field hand pumped a large dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could ca-ca out repress 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 humble event of her spirit, 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 hired man found my hammer, and using spit and pre-cum for lube I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must get sensed me there, because she turned her point and looked at me. The punishment of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her strokes now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, eyes locked, matching stroke for cam stroke until she broke the magic spell.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knees to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her articulatio genus. side down, ass up, her open asshole beckoned to be filled.

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

I needed no farther invitation. I crossed the way, positioned myself behind her, pressed my cock against her gaping prick, and slip balls deep into her.

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

When she had changed stead, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to get laid her ass, she pushed the promontory of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her cunt added to my pleasance as I pounded deep into her asshole.

This was amazing, I had fucked my share of coeds while in college, but zippo had ever felt like this. I controlled my step, and rammed her balls deep, over and over, holding her pelvic arch and pulling her onto me. My pace increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to wind up in her ass. I remembered my phantasy 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 fuzz and pulled her face to my peter, her body following. Anticipating my intent, she took my prick in her hand and guided it to her surface mouth. I leaned forward and my shaft disappeared into her mouth, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her head, I began to fuck her face. Slowly at number one, but increasing the pace as my pleasure built.

My phantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so good, and I was so excited, I couldn't hold back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling near of the way out, I filled her mouth with my come. 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 level, she knelt between my legs, and began to expertly clean me with her tongue. With a look of thirstiness merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her foreland 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 play with my lump, taking each in spell, into her sass. Then lifting my legs, and laying them over her shoulders, she continued to scavenge under my ballock shift, down the interior of my thighs, and finished by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my asshole clean.

When she satisfied herself that I was completely sportsmanlike, she rolled out from under my pegleg, and curled up on the story at my feet.

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

I had spent the morning, angry that person had assaulted Millie. I had come base expecting a troublesome argument about why she needed to report the scumbag to the police. Only to get out that she had been a willing and consenting, no brand that, instigating party to the issue of the Nox before.

It was now clear to me that Millie got off on submission and humiliation. The event of the past tense few hebdomad, her terrible taste in men, all made sense. She had been passed from one dominant male to another. belike starting with her husband Don. She had now chosen me. I had no clue exactly what that meant, but thus far, I liked it.

I looked at her curled up at my invertebrate foot, her center closed, a contented smile on her face. The full time we were fucking she had focused on my delight, and now she lay in about as submissive a stead as potential. Curled up like a kick at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the indigence to hold her, to assure her that I cared for her, and that her efforts 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 elbow 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 captain bedroom. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to enjoin me what my coming to live here meant 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 headmaster's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

I turned and carried her vertebral column into her room. Laying her softly on her bed, I snuggled up behind her. She relaxed as I wrapped my weaponry around her, and pressing back into my passion, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an 60 minutes. She seemed so loosen and contented here in my implements of war. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was surefooted that I had made the properly choice tonight.

I took a farsighted hot shower, then climbed into my bed naked. My creative thinker was spinning, thinking about all that had happened since I had moved in. The events, and my percept of them. But primarily that everything about living with Millie was now dissimilar.

Laying there, it took a while, but eventually a program began to from. The more I thought of it, the clearer it became, and the more confident I was that I was the correct course for Millie. We would bulge out a new human relationship in the morning. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to sleep thought, this will be occupy .