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

Enter my aunty Millie. Mom and her younger sister Millie are very close. Millie is 42 years old. She is short, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks cue me of a unseasoned rendering of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 geezerhood, but he died in at work bear on accident about the prison term I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in substitution for a prompt settlement, which combined with his life insurance gives her enough money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from plentiful, but she owns her theatre and money isn't really an military issue. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sister is a slut, 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 seem to be even regretful 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 of moving in with my auntie was only marginally better than moving back home, but costless is resign, so I agreed. My plan was only to quell with her for as long as it took me to find a post I could afford.

I am puppet of habit, and require my day-after-day modus operandi. One of which is keeping a daybook. I am an engineer by grade, but my straight love is creative writing. I put a lot of thinking and effort into my daily entries. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my treasured Keurig, and save about the events of the prior day. I used to write in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distractions. I missed too many days. I find good morning, when everyone else is asleep, to be the most conducive sentence of day to pen. Some twenty-four hour period I can't think anything worry to write about, and on those mean solar day my entries are shortstop. But when life gets matter to, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an 60 minutes has flown by, and I have to wedge myself to put my laptop away and to get on with my day.

I've now been living with Millie for a little to a greater extent than two month. She takes good maintenance of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, stuff like that. She is pretty, but not stunning ; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confuse her for an jock. If your mind naturally goes there, you might consider her a MILF, but since she doesn't dress revealingly, and isn't overly coquettish, you would be in the nonage. Few people give her a second feeling. To both the everyday observer and to her lifelong friend, she is just a distinctive drilling middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not ho-hum, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a hush-hush. A private she has kept hidden from her family and Quaker, and only part a lowly 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 expose.

How it came out was, in-a-word, interesting. As I said earlier, when my life gets interesting, I tend to write very detailed entries in my journal. Since concern thing were happening on a daily basis, I documented the day-to-day natural event in very graphic point.

I am not a great writer. I will never indite the big American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything deserving sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn storey, and last workweek I realized that posting excerpt from my journal on this site is the snug I will ever come to being a published author.

One terminal author's line. You will likely guess Millie's occult much Sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porn website, you have the vantage of having a pretty good melodic theme of how this will play out. I on the other hand was documenting my daily events in real metre, so delight don't jurist my obliviousness too harshly.

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

June 13 - I arrived at my Aunt Millie's family around 9pm last nighttime. After offering me a cold beverage she showed me around the spot. Built in the 50's, the house is small. I would infer the principal theatre isn't much more than 1000 square animal foot. There are two bedrooms, one bathroom, a keep way and a kitchen on the main floor. Downstairs there is a room with a TV and some workout equipment, and a laundry elbow room in a terminate basement.

After a quick tour of the house, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the freehanded bed. When I tried to argue, she just went quiet. Then mumbled something about me being so grandiloquent, and that I should have the orotund bed. Changing the matter, she asked about my trip. After grabbing a s beer, we moved to the livelihood room, sat down on an oversized sofa and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my slip, so won't go into detail again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an minute. But it had been a long day, and I was tired, so when my beer was evacuate, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can discover her in the rain shower. I will have her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( writer note, just a reminder, I write these entryway each sunrise, so the events for the most part are the anterior day's events, Hope that makes sense ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The offset workweek was uneventful. I bought some business effortless article of clothing for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza. Stuff like that. Millie pretty much did her matter, and I did mine. We both like to run first thing each morning. She frequently does yoga in the eve before bed.

June 21 - I saw my aunt naked yesterday. I was in a hurry to get to the government agency so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to take a rain shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an empty house. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the toilet door.

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 the tub, spreading her legs enough to commit me an unhindered opinion of her freshly shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have heard the front room access slam, why didn't she cover up ?"And then,"I can't un-see this ”. Not that I wanted to, Millie was a beautiful cleaning woman. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that lowest mentation, my trunk began to oppose as any 24-year-old male person would react when looking at a hot naked woman.

But before I return to describing the consequence of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 time of day to think about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to prognosticate it ) and I've had an perceptivity. Maybe she set the whole thing up. This wasn't the first incident in the bathroom. The first cockcrow I was at her house she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the exhibitioner. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so zilch weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the prison term because mother fucker like that happens all the metre with college roomy. But I now realize that this may have got been the commencement of a pattern. A yoke days later I walked in on her sitting on the toilet. I would hold sworn I heard her leave the business firm, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the bath door, there she sat. Obviously with her just sitting there, panty around her ankle joint, I didn't see anything. But she didn't react as I would have expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the deficiency of a lock and told me not to vex 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 mouth open, staring at her. And she makes no effort to cross herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The cascade drape was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her manus. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few sparse lines of shaving ointment on her legs and pubic area, so it was obvious that she had just finished shaving.

I immediately began apologizing,"Sorry, Sorry…"

She just deadpans,"No worries, 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 knocker. As she leaned over they swung free of her chest and swayed side to side. They were firm, total, and looked very inviting.

My brain finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to punt 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 work. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a small deal 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 sliver cream from between her legs, leaving the flimsy lines that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the lavatory to hired man her the towel, I was between her and the door. This is a low bathroom, basically the breadth of a bathtub. To buy the farm she was forced to turn sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the rampart, her put up nipples rubbed against my bare arm, and her will hand"accidently"brushed my genital organ. This was the first fourth dimension that I realized just how wretched 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 elbow room. Stopping at her room access and steadying herself by resting a hand on the room access frame of reference, she spreading her feet slightly, bent-grass over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her mortise joint and legs with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable rear view of her festering and asshole.

This was such an obvious come-on, that had she been anyone former than my aunt I would bear followed her into the room, thrown her on the bed at fucked her senseless. But as I started to come after her, grounds stopped me and instead I closed the toilet doorway.

I took a farsighted shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the john, towel wrapped around my waist, I thought I heard a associate noise coming from her room. Millie had closed the door while I was in the exhibitor, 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 magic wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore twelvemonth. Jessica was a immense fan of that overpowered vibrator. Realizing I would be of late for piece of work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my room threw my wearing apparel on and headed out the threshold.

It was all I could do to keep my brain on my new job. I kept thinking about my auntie and what had happened. I spent all day fantasizing that I had followed her to her room and that we had spent the morning shag. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her teat against me in the john, and that her hired hand brushing by my cock was also not an fortuity.

Her cutis was lightly tanned, with no discernable bathing costume argumentation. Which led me to speculate for nearly 20 proceedings whether she frequented a whipping salon or tanned au natural in her back M. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and health plans, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly pit bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her bang I was habitation, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga pant I have ever seen, and a diminutive summercater bra. Both of which left little to the imagination. With her wearing that outfit there was no way I could connect her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rain stoppage and instead went for a run. Returning home I grabbed a Gallus gallus wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a spell, rubbed one off into my running windsock, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - Last night she asked me to aid her lift weights after dinner party. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the bench. If anything, her clothing was even more disclose than the nighttime before. She is wearing a white-hot sports bra and bloodless 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 exercise was vivid, 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 second night in a row I went for an even run, something I rarely did. I snuck into my way when I got back, and went to bed.

June 23 - Hoping to annul a repetition of the prior two nights, I stayed late after work and exchanged schoolbook with a couple daughter from Tinder, but neither were really interested. By the fourth dimension I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday aurora, and the first week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how perturb I was by the leaving on at home plate. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home end night. She had again made dinner, which was Delicious. I continue to sense hangdog about her buying and making all the meal, but she insists it's fine. Once I get my low 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 drunkenness.

This was the starting time time I had the menage to myself for an even. I went to my room, stripped to my boxers, closed my threshold and watched an installment of"House of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire base on balls around the Edward D. White planetary house in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't assist me with my crush 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 judgement wander into fantasy.

In my lusty phantasy, Millie silently opened the room access and entered my room. The lightness from the anteroom showed me she was naked as she dropped to the floor and crawled to my bed. My fantasy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my Boxer down and sucking my cock into her mouth. Her good lingua and mouth were quickly rewarded as my cock grew rock arduous. She began to stroked the quill with her bridge player. Our eyes met as her spit began to flip the tip of my stopcock. Breaking eye contact, her lust found another fair game and she began to suck my balls, first sucking one, then the other into her mouth. All the while she continued to stroke my turncock cock, avoiding the sensitive head to ensure I didn't get too excite, too soon.

Her backtalk then returned to my rooster, and after working her way up the beam she placed her mouth over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the cock with her hand. The intuitive feeling was beat, 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. confluence little resistor, my prick slid down her throat and I began to fuck her expression. Over and over I thrust until I felt her nose pressing into my breakwater. Holding her tight against me, she didn't try to resist, or pull back. Instead, she began to clobber my ballock. This took me over the border, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her venter. Amazingly she swallowed every drop, and as I released her promontory, she sucked every drop from my now softening member.

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

"Tom, do you need me to get anything for you at the computer storage ?"

The threshold opened and Aunt Millie stuck her head teacher in,"Oh Shit ”.

I was so deep into my fantasy that it took me a second to take in 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 lights in my room were off, but the light from the hall provided enough illumination for Millie to see my cock poking out of my drawers with my hand wrapped around it. The head teacher was covered with a small hand towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the rampart and my look with seminal fluid. A nursing bottle of lotion sat incriminatingly on the bed stand.

My fancy had just turned into a nightmare.

Not that this hadn't happened before, hooey like this happens when you have roommates. But unlike prior occurrence, which had involved roomy and their girl, this was my 40 something twelvemonth old aunty. Not sound.

Our eyes met, and for a second base we both froze, then the goddamn thing happened. Millie acted like nothing odd was going on. After her"Oh Shit ”, it took her about 5 seconds to draw up herself. Then her eyes 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 store. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

I tried to scoot up into a sitting view, pushing my pecker back into my shortstop and replied,"Nope, I think I'm sound ”.

That was too much of a flat line for her to resist, so as she pulled the threshold closed said,"Yes, you certainly do expect good ”.

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 asleep before Millie got home.

June 25 - Yesterday I realized the only way to stop thinking about Millie, was to bump a hot fiddling slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent well-nigh of the day on punk. I think I may have struck atomic number 79 with a missy named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to assemble for lunch tomorrow. With luck that will chair to a assemblage.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie live night my speech sound 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 tinder that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my planned tiffin with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The corners of her mouth twisting up in a smile, I was sure she was thinking about former Nox. Later in the evening she said that if I needed the place to just let her know. She said she would micturate 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 need the house.

June 27 - Lunch went well, in fact lunch was enceinte. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in Ithiel Town during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar respective times a calendar week in the even. After lunch, she sexted me a braless shooter of her, and asked me to meet her at the fun bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there early on, 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 moment. I said no worries and began watching ESPN on one of the big sieve. Julie's uniform was basically a knockoff of the schnoz tight top and shorts, except hers was lightheaded blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her flavourless abs.

When her faulting ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a minuscule black dress on, joined me at the board, and asked how my afternoon had gone ? That led to a few minutes of minuscule public lecture, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard I realized I would want Millie's theatre, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the address and escorted her to her car. Always the man I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a quick school 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 tidings, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the star sign, so I had to allow that I was living with my auntie until I could get a place of my own, and that she was out with friends and wouldn't be home tonight. Julie thought it was cool, and asked how it was living with her. I stuck with the boring inside information, 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 lots ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the house 5 transactions before Julie principal back to the bedroom and asks,"which bedroom is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand lead her into my room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to take heed me fucking Julie, leaving no dubiousness in her idea that I wasn't matter to in her.

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

There is a desk and a chair in my elbow room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the professorship and gave me a blow job. She was good, but I could tell she had learned how to afford a puff job watching net smut. There was loads of slapping my dick around on the side of her face, and smacking of lips. Her haircloth kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and heavily, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the chair, and said,"screw me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a pause,"And some lubricating substance ? You are really big."

I did consume safety, and some lube. But I hadn't fully unpacked and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would think I would have been better cook, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the safety 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 lubricating substance.

I then spun the chair around and spread her trim pussy and began to push my shaft into her. She was really squiffy, and the professorship was on wheels, so she and the chair began to wrap across the floor. I pinned the chair against the desk, but the hot seat kept swiveling. This wasn't going to figure out, and I said as much. I pulled out and we moved over to the bed. She lay down on her back and showed an get horizontal surface of flexibility as she pulled her knees up to her ears. 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 have it off her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could pierce profoundly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, and she began to shake in her first gear orgasm.

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

Looking up at the doorway, I noticed Millie standing in the Charles Francis Hall watching us through the slightly opened room access. She was naked, and her hand was feverishly rubbing between her legs. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not appreciate. Without opening her eye, she said in a very check and vivid voice,"piece of ass me ! Don't you fucking stop ! Fuck me ! ”. This brought me back to the business at hired hand, and I slammed my pecker deep into her, and doubled the speed. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her phonation increased as her lid opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Chancing one more look at the door I realized Millie was gone. Returning my focus on Julie I continued to Pound 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 covers. In to a lesser extent than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a hour. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the rubber. Returning to my room, I considered my alternative, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This dayspring I woke up with her next to me, all snuggled in. My door was still clear 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 lav. By the metre I got back to the way, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her place in one script she headed into the bathroom. Two moment 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 testicle and 2 objet d'art of Roger Bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was courteous"

June 28 - When I got home from study conclusion nighttime, Millie wasn't there. She had left a eminence 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 card, then escaped for an even run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn't semen over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom door was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home last night.

June 29 - Saturday morn ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Sabbatum I varied my normal function, running before writing in my daybook. 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 solution. I was too focused on her wrist. Specifically, at the bright red marking 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 wrists, but she didn't want to talk about it. Deciding to let it go for now, I sat down in the kitchen to eat a trough of food grain, and asked about her plans for the weekend. She joined me at the table, but noticeably winced when she sat down on the arduous kitchen chairs. OK, now it wasn't just her wrists, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the government issue, but no matter what I said, I couldn't get her to talk about what happened to her last nighttime. 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 adjure the emergence again when I got home.

The errands took longsighted than expected, so it was betimes evening by the metre I got home. I went into the house, and found her on the sofa 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 voices slowly rising until I yell at her,"You can't just cover this up ! If this guy scathe you, you need to report him, so he doesn't injury anyone else !"

She yelled back,"You have no melodic 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 realise ?"

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

I break the secrecy and firmly say,"show me what he did to you."

She reacts differently to my new tincture of representative and submissively nods her mind in agreement. Standing up she unbuttons her shorts, hooks her thumbs into the waistband and pulls her short and step-in to her human knee, then turns around.

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

Her ass is bright red and streaked with regal lines. It looks like she was whipped with a joystick. And then there is the early thing. She has a spangly cud in her ass.

pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very low-key vocalisation."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 explicate. Not everyone is into vanilla sex like your little plaything Juuuulieeee ”. Her voice lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's epithet.

"I like ... ”, but her voice trail off, as she stops to gather her thought."No ”. Another break, then"Correct that… ”, another break. Then with a rush,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a short uncut ”.

Another pause, 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 details. I wanted to get wind details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor petty innocent footling 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 nag up my ass so his cum wouldn't wetting out."

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

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

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

"Who ”, I ask.

look defeated, she replies,"aspect like you get to meet my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

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

Ignoring his run hand, I get to the point immediately with,"What the hell did you hit her with last night ? Her ass looks like raw beefburger"

display lilliputian 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 hilarity in his voice, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprised, but don't vociferation 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 clam for 3 60 minutes. For that sort of money, she gets to set the ruler, and I just follow them. maiden fourth dimension she had me lash her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or individual must feature made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a Holy Scripture of it. I knew his type. hell, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at least in my fantasise spirit I was. I knew what it was like to want to rule a leave 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 sprightliness was never the Saame, 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 head was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

I returned to the present."If that's the slip, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the last parole."What the screw are you doing here now ?"

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

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

I was about to force my phone out of my sack to call the cops, when Millie unbuttons her shortstop. She slides them down, and this prison term they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her boxershorts, she reaches behind her and with a grimace, pulls the plug from her ass. Millie looks at it and starts to wipe it off on her blouse. With an almost unperceivable shake of his fountainhead, Rob stops her, and I watch her property the ass-end of the butt-plug into her oral fissure.

She rolls it around in her mouth. I can see her tongue working to make clean every surface. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a alteration come over her. She softens, begins to sway a piffling, losing her balance, she reaches out with her gratis hired hand and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

coating, Millie now opens her optic as she removes the plug from her mouth. Looking a bit chagrined, see hands it to Rob.

All business, 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 fuck her. Give her what she needs. Last night was bad, she really hurt herself, and I'd rather not revisit that body politic of mind. Not really my thing."With that he turned and let himself out of the house.

I watched him go, then turned to look at Millie. She was looking at me, binge 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 stand there, naked from the waistline down, her eyes cast down. Then betrayed by her dead body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her bureau and began pinching and twisting her go away nipple, while the fingers of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

She seemed oblivious now to my presence.

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

Then I noticed a milky liquid begin to run down her inner thighs. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was pussy juices running down her legs. Her external respiration was profound, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her completely body began to excite. Without lifting her eye, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked stiff legged to her bedroom, closing the threshold behind her.

I didn't know what to do. My genius was on overload, voice of me was confused, maybe even disgusted by what I had just seen, but another part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the redact and stared at her closed in bedroom door. My mind kept racing through my alternative, ignore her, or quilt her. Should I just pass her privacy, leave and come back later, dissemble zippo had happened. Or should I go knock on the threshold and comfort her. Say everything would be ticket.

But it wasn't ok. We could never return to just roomie, and the whole auntie / Nephew dynamic was pretty a lot out of the question.

It is amazing how fast the mastermind works, because within proceedings I realized that neither of these option would ever work. Then as I sat there, staring at her room access, trying to see it out, a third option popped into my head. I should go nooky her.

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

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

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

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay bland on her bed, her animal foot hanging over the bed. She was face down, with her leg clenched tightly together. I heard the buzz of her vibrator, and recognized the power cord of a Hitachi Magic wand snaking from the wall plug by her bed over her thigh and disappearing between her legs, its mighty prophylactic head was clearly pressed firmly against her clit. Her bequeath arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right-hand handwriting pumped a bombastic dildo into her ass. Her face was pressed into her pillow, but I could realize out dampen sounds of ecstasy.

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

As I watched her, my bridge player found my cock, and using spit and pre-cum for lubricating substance I began to slowly masturbate. Millie must let sensed me there, because she turned her head and looked at me. The penalisation of her asshole slowed briefly, then resumed, her strokes now matching my strokes.

We continued like that, oculus locked, matching stroke for stroke until she broke the spell.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knee joint to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her knees. expression down, ass up, her receptive asshole beckoned to be filled.

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

I needed no far invitation. I crossed the elbow room, positioned myself behind her, pressed my peter against her goggle cocksucker, and slid balls deep into her.

Her breathing spell caught as I slammed into her. Despite being spread open by the jade and dildo, her sphincter resisted my entry, and squeezed my cock firmly as it slid deep into her.

When she had changed spatial relation, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the head of the vibrator into her pussy. The pulsing vibrations in her slit 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 nothing had ever felt like this. I controlled my pace, and rammed her testis deep, over and over, holding her hip and pulling her onto me. My step increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to finish in her ass. I remembered my fantasy of the other nighttime, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my rooster.

reaching down, I grabbed a her by the hair and pulled her side to my cock, her body following. Anticipating my intent, she took my cock in her hand and guided it to her open mouth. I leaned forward and my prick disappeared into her sass, sliding deep into throat. Gripping her head, I began to make love her boldness. Slowly at first, but increasing the pace as my joy built.

My phantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so honorable, and I was so stir, I couldn't withstand back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her pharynx. Pulling nigh of the way out, I filled her back talk with my come. She greedily sucked my cockhead, swallowing every free fall 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 smell of hunger merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her straits and licked the length of my shaft clean and jerk. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my ramification apart, and began to suck and play with my egg, taking each in turn, into her mouth. Then lifting my peg, and laying them over her shoulder, she continued to clean under my testis sack, down the interior of my thigh, and finished by spreading my ass cheeks and licking my asshole clean.

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

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

I had spent the aurora, angry that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come home expecting a troublesome contestation about why she needed to report the scumbag to the police. Only to recover out that she had been a willing and consenting, no make that, instigating party to the event of the nighttime before.

It was now make to me that Millie got off on submission and abasement. The result of the yesteryear few week, her terrible predilection in men, all made common sense. She had been passed from one dominant male to another. probable starting with her hubby 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 eyes closed, a contented smile on her brass. The entire 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 indigence to hold her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her efforts had made me finger wonderful. I reached down, and softly taking her in my arms, picked her up. She turned, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I carried her like that into my bedroom.

As I entered my room and saw my bed the January 6 hit. I finally realized the true reason she had given me this room. She had given me the headmaster sleeping room. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to tell me what my coming to go here think of 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 master'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 weapon system around her, and pressing back into my warmth, she promptly fell asleep.

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an hour. She seemed so slacken and contented here in my subdivision. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was positive that I had made the right choices tonight.

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

egg laying there, it took a while, but eventually a design 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 set forth a new human relationship in the dayspring. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

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