My public figure is Tom, I graduated from UCLA a few month ago, and landed a job with a big fellowship 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 sure how I was going to afford living in one of the most expensive area in the nation.

Enter my Aunt Millie. Mom and her new babe Millie are very close. Millie is 42 old age old. She is curt, I am guessing 5'3 ”. Her looks remind me of a youthful version of the actress Marissa Tomei ( the new Spider-man's mom ). She was married to my uncle Don for 8 year, but he died in at work related stroke about the time I left for college. Mom told me that Millie waived suing the company in substitution for a quick colony, which combined with his lifetime insurance gives her enough money that she doesn't have to work. She's far from copious, but she owns her house and money isn't really an egress. She hasn't re-married, but mom complains about Millie's revolving door of boyfriends. Not so say that my mom thinks her sis is a slut, it's more that she just has horrible perceptiveness in men. Mom never liked the way uncle Don treated Millie, and the guys she has dated since Don passed seem to be even spoiled 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 Aunt was only marginally dear than moving back household, but free is free, so I agreed. My plan was only to continue with her for as long as it took me to find a place I could afford.

I am creature of habit, and ask my everyday routines. One of which is keeping a journal. I am an engine driver by grade, but my true up love is creative writing. I put a lot of mentation and endeavour into my daily entries. Each morning I wake at 5:30am, make a cup of coffee with my treasured Keurig, and spell about the consequence of the anterior day. I used to write in the evening before going to bed, but there were too many distraction. I missed too many day. I find morning time, when everyone else is gone, to be the most contributory time of day to pen. Some twenty-four hour period I can't think anything matter to to write about, and on those days my entries are short. But when life gets interesting, I find myself lost in my writing, and before I know, an hour 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 more than two months. She takes skilful care of me, cooking my meals, doing my laundry, stuff like that. She is somewhat, but not daze ; busty, but not ridiculous. She is fit, but no one would confound her for an athlete. If your mind naturally goes there, you might look at her a MILF, but since she doesn't dress revealingly, and isn't overly flirtatious, you would be in the minority. Few the great unwashed give her a endorse look. To both the casual observer and to her lifelong protagonist, she is just a distinctive boring middle-aged, middle-class suburbanite.

Since I moved in with her, I have discovered that Millie is not tire, nor is she a typical suburbanite. Millie has a secret. A secret she has kept hidden from her mob and friends, and only shares a small cadre of intimate. Shortly after I moved in with her, Millie shared her underground with me. I don't really understand why she did it. The revelation wasn't accidental, and wasn't something I actively tried to bring out.

How it came out was, in-a-word, worry. As I said earlier, when my life gets occupy, I tend to indite very detailed entranceway in my journal. Since interesting things were happening on a daily basis, I documented the daily happenings in very graphic detail.

I am not a swell writer. I will never drop a line the great American novel. I will likely never even try to write anything worth sending to a publisher. But I do enjoy reading porn stories, and last calendar week I realized that posting excerption from my journal on this site is the cheeseparing I will ever come to being a published author.

One final examination source's banker's bill. You will likely guess Millie's underground much sooner than I did. Since you found this on a porn web site, you have the advantage of having a pretty good theme of how this will roleplay out. I on the other hand was documenting my day-to-day event in really time, so please don't judge my obliviousness too harshly.

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

June 13 - I arrived at my auntie Millie's house around 9pm terminal night. After offering me a cold beverage she showed me around the place. Built in the 50's, the family is small. I would guess the chief house isn't much more than 1000 straight feet. There are two bedrooms, one bathroom, a aliveness room and a kitchen on the main level. Downstairs there is a elbow room with a TV and some practice equipment, and a laundry room in a finished basement.

After a promptly hitch of the sign of the zodiac, she told me to put my stuff into the room with the cock-a-hoop bed. When I tried to argue, she just went tranquilize. Then mumbled something about me being so tall, and that I should have the larger bed. Changing the topic, she asked about my misstep. After grabbing a moment beer, we moved to the livelihood room, sat down on an oversized couch and I told her all about my cross-country adventures. I already wrote about my trip, so won't go into point again, but she was very attentive. I talked and she listened for nearly an hour. But it had been a long day, and I was tired, so when my beer was empty, I excused myself and headed to bed.

As I write this, I can get a line her in the shower. I will reach her a few minutes, but hope she hurries, I really need to pee. ( authors note, just a reminder, I write these entries each morning, so the events for the most part are the prior day's events, Hope that makes sentiency ).

June 14-20 ( Summarized ) The initiative week was uneventful. I bought some business cursory wearable for the new job, worked out, went in to NYC and had pizza pie. clobber like that. Millie pretty much did her thing, 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 place so after my run I headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Millie typically leaves for her run after me so I usually return to an empty firm. Thinking I was alone, I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, then opened the bathroom threshold.

I was half way into the way before realizing that Millie was standing in the tub. Naked. Her fundament was resting on the side of the tub, spreading her legs enough to afford me an unhampered view of her saucily shaved puss.

My first thought was,"why is she just standing there ?"Followed by,"She must have 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 woman. No, correct that, she was hot ! With that last persuasion, my dead body began to react as any 24-year-old male would react when looking at a hot bare woman.

But before I return to describing the events of yesterday… an aside. I have now had nearly 24 hours to think about the bathtub incident ( as I have begun to visit it ) and I've had an sixth sense. Maybe she set the all thing up. This wasn't the maiden incident in the bathroom. The low sunrise I was at her theater she came into the bathroom to get something while I was in the rain shower. She warned me she was in there and not to come out, so nothing Weird. In fact, I didn't think anything of it at the time because shit like that happens all the time with college roommates. But I now realize that this may cause been the beginning of a formula. A match mean solar day later I walked in on her sitting on the gutter. I would have sworn I heard her leave the planetary house, so again I thought I was alone. But when I opened the john doorway, 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 experience expected. In fact, she apologized to me about the lack of a lock and told me not to worry 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 elbow grease to cover herself up. Who does that ?

Anyway, back to my narrative.

The shower bath curtain was pulled to the side, and she's just standing there with a razor in her paw. As I said, her foot was resting on the tub and there were a few slim down lines of shaving ointment on her wooden leg 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 cesspit. As she did so my eyes were drawn to her white meat. As she leaned over they swung liberate of her chest and swayed side to side. They were firm, full, and looked very inviting.

My brain finally began to work, and I said,"excuse me"and started to stake out the way, fumbling for the doorhandle.

But she stopped me, saying,"No, you stay. I will get out of your way so you can get ready for piece of work. Can you hand me that towel ? ”. She then pointed at a belittled deal towel just out of her range 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 skimming cream from between her peg, leaving the thin tune that trailed down her legs.

Now that I had entered the bathroom to hand her the towel, I was between her and the doorway. This is a minor bathroom, basically the width of a bathtub. To exit she was forced to turn over sideways to get by. Sliding between me and the wall, her put up mamilla rubbed against my bare arm, and her left hand"accidently"brushed my crotch. This was the offset prison term that I realized just how piteous a job my running shorts were doing hiding a raging erecting.

I didn't even try to refuse the temptation, and turned to take in her as she left the lavatory and walked to her room. Stopping at her doorway and steadying herself by resting a hand on the door anatomy, she spreading her feet slightly, set over and wiped the remaining shaving cream from her ankle joint and leg with the towel I had given her. This maneuver gave me an unforgettable hind end purview of her twat and asshole.

This was such an obvious lure, that had she been anyone former 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 postdate her, reason stopped me and instead I closed the john door.

I took a long rain shower. Long enough to rub off a raging hard-on. As I left the toilet, towel wrapped around my shank, I thought I heard a familiar noise 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 auditory sensation. It was the distinct buzz of a Hitachi magic wand. I had a FWB named Jessica during my sophomore year. Jessica was a huge fan of that overpowered vibrator. Realizing I would be of late for work, I left Millie to her fun and returning to my way threw my clothes on and headed out the door.

It was all I could do to hold open my judgement 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 sunrise piece of ass. I seriously couldn't stop thinking about her. I am convinced that she purposely rubbed her breast against me in the bathroom, and that her manus brushing by my cock was also not an accident.

Her tegument was lightly tanned, with no discernable swimwear lines. Which led me to ponder for nearly 20 minutes whether she frequented a tanning beauty shop or tanned au natural in her back M. As the HR rep droned on about 401Ks, PTO and wellness design, my mind was wondering what my mom would say if she knew her sister was seemingly nether region bent on seducing me.

When I got home, Millie was downstairs doing yoga. I went down to let her know I was home, and she invited me to join her. She was wearing the thinnest yoga bloomers I have ever seen, and a tiny sports bra. Both of which left little to the imagination. With her wearing that kit there was no way I could link up her without an erection giving away my interest in her. So I asked for a rainwater check and instead went for a run. Returning plate I grabbed a chicken wing and some salad and went to my room. I watched porn for a spell, rubbed one off into my running drogue, then rolled over and went to sleep.

June 22 - end Nox she asked me to help her lift weights after dinner. I couldn't say no because she needed me to spot her on the terrace. If anything, her wear was even more revealing than the night before. She is wearing a white athletics bra and blanched 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 intense, and both became so crystalline 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 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 repeat of the prior two Night, I stayed late after work and exchanged texts with a twosome girlfriend from touchwood, but neither were really interest. By the clip I got home Millie had gone to bed.

June 24 - It is Saturday morning, and the beginning week in my new job has gone surprisingly well. Especially considering how trouble I was by the goings on at home. Millie was in the kitchen when I got home cobbler's last Nox. She had again made dinner party, which was scrumptious. I continue to feel shamefaced about her buying and making all the meal, but she insists it's very well. Once I get my inaugural 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 acquaintance for drink.

This was the first metre I had the planetary house to myself for an even. I went to my room, stripped to my boxers, closed my threshold and watched an episode of"star sign of Cards"on my iPad. Watching Claire walk around the White mansion in one clinging sexy dress after another didn't helper me with my crush on my puma Aunt Millie. I turned Netflix off and put my iPad on the nightstand.

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

In my full-blooded fantasy, Millie silently opened the threshold and entered my room. The luminance from the hallway showed me she was naked as she dropped to the base and crawled to my bed. My fancy continued as I pictured her climbing onto my bed, pulling my Boxer down and sucking my peter into her oral fissure. Her expert knife and mouth were quickly rewarded as my tool grew rock hard. She began to stroked the shaft with her script. Our optic met as her tongue began to flicker the tip of my shaft. Breaking eye touch, her lust found another target and she began to suckle my balls, first sucking one, then the other into her oral fissure. All the while she continued to stroke my peter shaft, avoiding the sensitive headland to ensure I didn't get too excited, too soon.

Her mouth then returned to my cock, and after working her way up the peter she placed her mouthpiece over the head and began to alternate between sucking and licking, pumping the shaft with her hand. The feeling was perplex, and I couldn't hold back for lots farseeing. I reached down and grabbing her nous and pressing her onto me I thrust deep into her sassing. meeting little resistance, my cock slid down her throat and I began to bed her human face. 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 out back. Instead, she began to lick my ball. This took me over the edge, and all the pressure that had built up released and a torrent of cum filled her breadbasket. Amazingly she swallowed every drop curtain, and as I released her read/write head, she sucked every drop curtain from my now softening member.

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

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

The room access opened and aunt Millie stuck her foreland in,"Oh Shit ”.

I was so oceanic abyss into my fantasy that it took me a second to clear 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 elbow room and caught me masturbating.

The illumination in my room were off, but the light from the hall provided adequate illumination for Millie to see my hammer poking out of my boxers with my hand wrapped around it. The head was covered with a small handwriting towel, draped there to keep me from spraying the walls and my grimace 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 occurrences, which had involved roommates and their girl, this was my 40 something yr old aunt. Not full.

Our eyes met, and for a second we both froze, then the damnedest affair happened. Millie acted like nix odd was going on. After her"Oh Shit ”, it took her about 5 seconds to compile herself. Then her centre slowly travelled up from my crotch, which had been their focus. Meeting my gaze she said,"drunkenness fell through, so I got home early. The icebox is empty so I decided to go to the storage. Do you need me to get you anything ? ”.

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

That was too a good deal of a square crinkle for her to resist, so as she pulled the threshold closed said,"Yes, you certainly do attend good ”.

A few transactions later I heard the front door close. I had lost the desire to finish my business enterprise 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 receive a hot little slut to hook-up with. To that end, I spent almost of the day on spunk. I think I may have struck amber with a missy named Julie. She is smoking hot and wants to fulfil for lunch tomorrow. With portion that will direct to a assemblage.

June 26 - During dinner with Millie finis 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 girlfriend from tinder that she might stop trying to seduce me, so I told her about my design lunch with Julie. To my surprise, she was really excited for me and said that it was about time I got myself laid. The quoin of her back talk twisting up in a smile, I was trusted she was thinking about other night. Later in the even she said that if I needed the place 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 need the house.

June 27 - Lunch went well, in fact lunch was swell. Julie is 20, and is a receptionist at a used car dealership here in town during the day, and waitresses at a sports bar various times a week in the evening. After lunch, she sexted me a topless shot of her, and asked me to assemble her at the sports bar after her shift ended at 9. I got there early on, and she seemed glad 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 Hooters tight top and shorts, except hers was light blue, and the top was cropped, showing off her flat abs.

When her fracture ended, Julie went into the back and came out with a small black frock on, joined me at the table, and asked how my good afternoon had gone ? That led to a few minute of small talk, before she asked me if I had a place we could go. Caught off guard duty I realized I would necessitate Millie's house, and replied,"Sure ”. We both had cars, so I gave her the reference and escorted her to her car. Always the gentleman's gentleman I even opened the door for her. On my way to Millie's I sent her a ready 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 Holy Scripture, Millie was nowhere to be seen, but I assumed she was downstairs. Julie asked about the mansion, so I had to admit that I was living with my auntie until I could get a place of my own, and that she was out with protagonist 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 courteous 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 a good deal ”.

Anyway, we hadn't been in the sign 5 minutes before Julie heads back to the bedroom and asks,"which bedchamber is yours ? ”, I follow her and taking her by the hand top her into my room. I didn't close the door completely behind me, because I wanted Millie to discover me fucking Julie, leaving no incertitude in her mind that I wasn't concerned in her.

I helped Julie out of her clothes off, she was naked underneath. Once naked, she did a bit of a dance for me. She has a not bad trunk.

There is a desk and a chairperson in my room. She had me sit on the edge of the desk while she sat in the chairman and gave me a blow job. She was good, but I could state she had learned how to give a puff job watching internet porn. There was lots of slapping my gumshoe around on the English of her face, and smacking of lips. Her pilus kept getting in the way, so finally just held it for her. Once she had me good and unvoiced, she stood up, turned around, knelt on the electric chair, and said,"Fuck me ”. Quickly followed by,"But not in my ass. ”, then"Do you have a condom ?"Then after a interruption,"And some lube ? You are really big."

I did give birth condoms, and some lubricating substance. But I hadn't fully unpacked and wasn't sure which box they were in. You would cerebrate I would take in been better educate, but no. It took a few minutes, but I found the safe 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 screw up me back up. Once I was hard again she put the rubber on me and coated it liberally with lube.

I then spun the chair around and spread her shave pussycat and began to push my shaft into her. She was really tight, and the hot seat was on wheel, so she and the professorship began to roll across the floor. I pinned the chair 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 back and showed an amazing level 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 cock into her. That seemed about as far as I was going to get, so I began to be intimate her. Slowly at first, then speeding up. As she became more excited I could thrust deeper. Her middle rolled back in her head as I bottomed out, and she began to didder in her first orgasm.

She was one noisy fuck. With each jabbing she would let out a picayune grunt. Then she began to cry"Yes ”, with each thrusting. When she came, she started moaning a mystifying guttural"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa"from somewhere in the back of her throat. She was so loud that I began second guesswork leaving the room access open.

Looking up at the door, I noticed Millie standing in the hall watching us through the slightly open threshold. She was naked, and her manus was feverishly rubbing between her pegleg. A bit distracted I slowed my thrusting, which Julie did not treasure. Without opening her middle, she said in a very square up and intense interpreter,"nooky me ! Don't you fucking turn back ! piece of ass me ! ”. This brought me back to the business at hand, and I slammed my cock deep into her, and doubled the amphetamine. She seemed very appreciative of this, and her vocalizations increased as her eyelids opened and her eyes rolled back into her head. Chancing one more spirit 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 floor. She crawled across the bed and climbed under the cover charge. In less than a minute she was asleep. I watched her for a few a transactions. When I realized that she had really fallen asleep in my bed, I got up, went to the bathroom, and flushed the prophylactic. Returning to my way, I considered my pick, then just climbed into bed next to her.

This morning I woke up with her future to me, all snuggled in. My door was still subject and I could sense bacon and try intellectual nourishment 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 john. By the time I got back to the way, she was up and had pulled the dress on. Her skid in one handwriting she headed into the bathroom. Two minute of arc later she was heading towards the doorway, saying a quickly"hi/bye"to Millie, then she was gone.

Millie offered me a home with scrambled testis and 2 musical composition of bacon, then said with a wry smile,"She was nice"

June 28 - When I got abode from work last Night, Millie wasn't there. She had left a banker's bill saying that there was a salad in the icebox, and that she had gone out. I binge watched a few more than episode of House of visiting card, then escaped for an evening run. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to fill up tonight, so couldn't come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom doorway was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home finale night.

June 29 - Saturday break of day ! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Saturday I varied my convention 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 hold up night. She mumbled something, but I didn't really learn her answer. I was too focused on her carpus. Specifically, at the undimmed red grading 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 household I asked her what happened to her carpus, 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 sports stadium 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 wrist, she could barely sit down.

I couldn't let it go, and pushed the issue, but no thing what I said, I couldn't get her to blab out about what happened to her last dark. I was mad at her for covering up for whomever hurt her that I finally left the home 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 beseech the issue again when I got home.

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

She yelled back,"You have no musical 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 calm down and just looked at me. She realizes that she has given me the possible action I wanted, and now she has no choice but to explicate 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 timbre 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 panties to her stifle, then turns around.

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

Her ass is vivid red and streaked with majestic short letter. It looks like she was whipped with a stick. And then there is the former matter. She has a jeweled plug in her ass.

pulling her shorts back up, she turns back around to face me, and asks in a very subdued phonation."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 spokesperson lilted condescendingly as she said Julie's name.

"I like ... ”, but her spokesperson trail off, as she stops to gather her idea."No ”. Another interruption, then"Correct that… ”, another break. Then with a rush,"To get off, I need what I need, and sometimes that means things get a little rough ”.

Another pause, as she gives me time to treat 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 particular. I wanted to get word details. This was hot.

And it worked. She continued,"You poor piddling free little thing, you still don't get it. The guy I went out with lowest 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 escape out."

She tried to gaze at me defiantly, but I could see it was an act. She couldn't draw in defiant off. As we stood there watching each former, each waiting for the former to fail 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 adjoin my Prince Charming ”, and opens the door.

Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent strong-arm pattern and I guess moderately better-looking. Not waiting to be invited in, he steps into the elbow room. Ignoring Millie, he puts his hand out says,"You must be Tom, I'm Rob. Millie told me about you lowest night."

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

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

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

Then with mirth in his voice, he continues,"She showed you that, did she ? I guess I'm not surprised, but don't yell 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 horse for 3 hours. For that kind of money, she gets to set the rules, and I just play along them. first gear time she had me whip her that hard."Then with a smirk continued,"Something, or someone must have made her feel that she really needed to be punished for something"

I wasn't believing a word of it. I knew his type. hellhole, in a lot of ways I was just like him, or at to the lowest degree in my fantasy liveliness I was. I knew what it was like to require to overshadow a willing char, 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 life was never the Lapplander, 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 judgment was racing, but I realized that Rob and Millie were just looking at me.

I returned to the present."If that's the display case, is she paying you to be here NOW ”, I emphasized the final Book."What the fuck are you doing here now ?"

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

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

I was about to force my phone out of my sack to call the cop, when Millie unbuttons her shorts. She slides them down, and this time they drop to the floor.

Stepping out of her drawers, 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 imperceptible shake of his mind, Rob stops her, and I watch her place the ass-end of the butt-plug into her mouthpiece.

She rolls it around in her mouthpiece. I can see her tongue working to strip every surface. While doing this her eyes are closed, and I see a change cum over her. She softens, begins to sway a piffling, losing her balance, she reaches out with her unloose mitt and supports herself on a chairback. This is turning her on.

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

All line, he looks at Millie and says,"Thank you. predict me again if this kid gets you all worked up again ”. Then he turns to me and says,"You should bonk her. hold her what she needs. end nighttime 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 look at Millie. She was looking at me, bout 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 shank down, her center cast down. Then betrayed by her body, she absently lifted her right-hand to her chest and began pinching and twisting her go forth nipple, while the finger of her left-hand reached down and began to stroke her clit.

She seemed unmindful now to my presence.

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

Then I noticed a milky liquid Menachem Begin to run down her interior thigh. At first I thought she had peed, then realized what I saw was purulent juice running down her legs. Her respiration was heavy, and though her head was bowed, I could see her cheeks had begun to flush. Then her whole body began to rock. Without lifting her eyes, she simply said,"I need to go ”. turning, she walked wet legged to her bedroom, closing the threshold 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 part was extremely turned on. I slumped onto the couch and stared at her shut down bedroom door. My judgement kept racing through my options, ignore her, or quilt her. Should I just give her privacy, leave and come back later, pretend nothing had happened. Or should I go knock on the doorway and comfort her. Say everything would be finely.

But it wasn't ok. We could never refund to just roommates, and the whole aunty / Nephew dynamic was pretty a good deal out of the question.

It is gravel how fast the brain works, because within proceedings I realized that neither of these selection would ever wreak. Then as I sat there, staring at her room access, trying to project it out, a tierce selection popped into my pass. I should go fuck her.

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

But the more than 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 sofa, and walked to her door.

I would just spread out the door to check on her. See if she was ok. Just give the room access, no harm in that. I could still stake out.

I opened the door and looked in.

Millie lay flavorless on her bed, her invertebrate foot 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 magic wand snaking from the wall socket by her bed over her second joint and disappearing between her legs, its brawny condom head was clearly weight-lift firmly against her button. Her left arm disappeared under her holding the vibrator, while her right hired hand pumped a heavy dildo into her ass. Her grimace 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 effect of her biography, and instead of curling up in a orb and weeping, as I had expected, she had come into her elbow room for this.

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

We continued like that, eye locked, matching virgule for virgule until she broke the magic spell.

Pulling the dildo from her ass, she slid her knee to the edge of the bed, then raised up on her knees. Face down, ass up, her overt asshole 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, animal sex. It was clearly what she wanted, what she needed, and right now that suited me just fine.

I needed no encourage invitation. I crossed the way, positioned myself behind her, pressed my pecker against her gawp asshole, and slid balls deep into her.

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

When she had changed positions, she had lowered the vibrator, but as I began to fuck her ass, she pushed the headway of the vibrator into her cunt. The pulsing vibrations in her bitch added to my pleasure 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 formal cryptic, over and over, holding her pelvis and pulling her onto me. My tread increased as I neared the end, but I didn't want to finish in her ass. I remembered my fantasy of the former Nox, and seeing her go ass-to-mouth with her plug, I knew what I wanted.

I pushed her off my cock.

reach down, I grabbed a her by the hair's-breadth and pulled her boldness to my cock, her body following. Anticipating my intention, she took my pecker in her hired hand and guided it to her open mouth. I leaned forward and my shaft disappeared into her oral fissure, sliding deep into pharynx. Gripping her head, I began to fuck her face. Slowly at kickoff, but increasing the stride as my pleasure built.

My fantasy, and then some, was actually happening. It felt so full, and I was so excited, I couldn't support back any longer as streams of hot cum exploded down her throat. Pulling most of the way out, I filled her mouth with my germ. 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 base, she knelt between my peg, and began to expertly clean house me with her tongue. With a look of hungriness merged with lust-fueled-depravity, she bowed her head and licked the length of my barb clean. I lay back in bliss, half-on and half-off the bed. She spread my legs apart, and began to suck and diddle with my balls, taking each in routine, into her sass. Then lifting my leg, and laying them over her articulatio humeri, she continued to clean under my ball discharge, 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 clean, she rolled out from under my wooden leg, and curled up on the floor at my feet.

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

I had spent the dayspring, angry that someone had assaulted Millie. I had come base expecting a troublesome arguing about why she needed to report the scumbag to the constabulary. Only to chance out that she had been a uncoerced and consenting, no brand that, instigating political party to the events of the night before.

It was now clear-cut to me that Millie got off on entry and humiliation. The outcome of the past few workweek, her terrible taste in men, all made sense. She had been passed from one dominant male to another. in all probability 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 metrical unit, her eyes closed, a contented smile on her look. The full time we were fucking she had focused on my pleasure, and now she lay in about as submissive a perspective as potential. Curled up like a squawk at my feet.

Looking at her, I was overcome with the need to go for her, to reassure her that I cared for her, and that her efforts had made me feel fantastic. I reached down, and softly taking her in my weaponry, 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 way and saw my bed the epiphany hit. I finally realized the rightful reason she had given me this room. She had given me the master bedchamber. From the very beginning, when I had walked into this house she had tried to secern 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 master's bed, my bed. She might be invited into it occasionally, but never to sleep.

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

I lay there, listening to her breathe for nearly an time of day. She seemed so relaxed and contented here in my arms. As I untangled myself and rolled out of her bed, I was confident that I had made the right choices tonight.

I took a long hot exhibitioner, 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 unlike.

egg 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 convinced I was that I was the correct course of action for Millie. We would start a new human relationship in the dayspring. I hadn't figured everything out, but I knew how tomorrow would begin.

I drifted off to catch some Z's intellection, this will be interesting .