Kapitel 167: I Know Who You Did Last Summer Ch. 07
byqqnforyou6©
As I rolled over I opened one eye to look at my alarm clock. I still had to go get my bike as it was still locked to the phone pole by the church. I wasn't looking forward to the long walk but I didn't have any choice.
It was still early and I wanted to go see Trista so I pulled myself up into a sitting position. My thoughts immediately took me to what happened last night with Brad's mother. I got up and stripped off my underwear and tee shirt and walked across the hall naked to take a shower. I adjusted the temperature and stepped under the pulsating stream of warm water.
I found myself thinking about Stephani and how I fucked her twice last night. I now had her and I knew that she was my money machine along with being one of my whores. Money however was my main purpose for her. As I lathered up I couldn't help but to get an erection as I continued to replay last night's events in my mind. Her pussy was so soft yet so tight as I fucked her on the hood of her own car. I resisted the temptation to reach down and yank one off because I wanted to save myself for the main event tonight at Club Cuffs.
I finished showering and toweled off. I brushed my teeth and finished with all of the other tedious morning rituals before walking back to my room naked. I reached down and picked up the pants that I wore last night. I felt the bulge in the pocket and reached in and pulled out Brad's mother's panties. I unfurled the soft cotton material and could still feel the wet spot in the crotch. I raised Stephani's damp panties to my nose and inhaled. Instantly my cock sprang to attention as her pheromones filled my nose.
I walked over to my closet and opened the door. I unburied the box that contained the other panties that I had collected. I lifted the top and immediately smelled an odor of raw sex. I placed Brad's mother's panties on top of Mandi's thong and replaced the top. I buried the box back in my closet before closing the door.
I went over to my computer and sat down. I left my computer on all night so all I had to do was log on. I quickly logged on and called up the site that housed my e mail account. I clicked on the inbox icon and realized that I had two messages.
I decided that I wanted to read the message from Mrs. Graph first. I clicked on her message and began to read.
"Dear Master, hello. I cannot get you out of my mind. All I can think about is you Master. The bond that is developing between us is growing incredibly strong. I find myself longing for you day and night. The bond between us as Master and Slave is stronger than the bond of matrimony that I share with my husband. I need you Master! I need to meet you face to face and soon. I honored your request and refused to surrender your sacred tomb to my husband. I will save my body for you Master and only you unless you tell me otherwise. Please Master, I need to meet you and serve you!" Signed, your loving Slave.
I smiled as I knew that Mrs. Graph was evolving into a well disciplined slave. She was showing all of the signs of not only wanting to serve me but needing to serve me. I quickly clicked on Stephani's message and began to read.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU MOTHER FUCKER! How could you? Why would you? What happened to you Justin? I practically raised you and you return the favor by this. I hate you! I want to kill you Justin. I want to call the police and have you arrested for raping me last night. But...I won't...I can't. As much as I want to ruin you, I can't because you hold the trump card. You caught me and you made me pay for my sin. No matter what I do you have the advantage over me. Therefor I must do as you say. Please Justin, I am begging you to stop this. Please don't ruin my life. Please don't tell my family. I promise I will do exactly as you say. I am truly sorry Justin." Signed, Stephani.
I grinned as I read her message. She was infuriated that I exploited her like that last night. She was probably even more upset that her son's best friend fucked the living shit out of her on the hood of her own car. She did however acknowledge the fact that I was the one in control and that I was the one calling the shots. As I sat there thinking I honestly felt like she was also going to evolve into another slave.
I clicked on the reply icon and thought for a moment. I searched my mind for something to write when all of a sudden I thought of what I wanted to say.
"Dear Stephani, hello. I'm a bastard? I'm a mother fucker? How could I? Why would I? Because I can and I will. You knew the risks when you began fucking around on your family. I was the one who caught you and I will be the one to make you pay. The way I see it Steph, you have no choice but to do as I say. You beg me to stop this. Do you honestly believe that I will stop? This is just the beginning Stephani. From now on you will address me as 'Master.' Failure to do so will result in discipline like you never experienced before. You will also refuse to satisfy your husbands sexual needs. You will save your sacred body for me and only me. You will not even touch yourself. Do you understand Stephani?" Signed, Master.
I clicked on the send button and sent the message before signing off. I went to my bed and sat down as I put my shoes on. I went down to the kitchen and opted to skip breakfast as I was going to go to the coffee shop after I got my bike. I locked the door and proceeded to walk through the garage. I really didn't want to walk all the way to the Valley Christian Academy but I had no choice.
As I walked down the street I couldn't help but to think about what happened last night. Fucking Brad's mom has been a fantasy of mine my whole life. I couldn't believe how incredibly tight and wet her pussy was. Even though I'm eighteen and she's forty one, we seemed to melt together during our moments of passion.
As I turned the first corner I continued to think about Stephani. It was getting a little difficult to walk as my member continued to swell and throb in my pants. The vivid image of Stephani sucking that strange guy's cock through the hole in the wall while I fucked her was incredible. I knew one thing for sure, I was going to have to definitely get some more of that.
As I walked down the sidewalk I saw my old next door neighbor as he was standing in his front yard with the hose and watering his lawn.
"Hi Justin," Ben said as he waved with his free hand..
"Hi Mr. Swanson," I said as I waved and continued walking.
I really didn't want to stop to talk so I kept my head down and continued walking. I turned down the next street and continued on my way. I began to think about Mrs. Graph and how happy I was with her progression. She understood not only my needs but her needs as well.
As I walked along, a cool breeze blew across me. The weather was much cooler today than it had been in recent days. For once I wasn't sweating as I walked briskly.
I turned down the next street and I could see the front of the church a couple blocks away. I could even see my bike as it was right where I left it, chained to the phone pole. I just wanted to get on my bike as fast as I could and leave without getting spotted by Trista's mother or father.
Finally I made it all the way to my bike. I quickly scanned my surroundings to make sure that Trista's dad wasn't anywhere in sight. I bent down to unlock the chain that secured my bike to the pole when all of a sudden I heard a woman's voice directly behind me.
"Hello Justin," the female voice said softly.
I spun around as I was startled. Just a moment ago there was nobody in sight. I tried to think as quickly as possible as I finally spoke.
"Hello Mrs. Kennedy," I said as I looked into the eyes of Trista's mom.
"I was wondering who this bike belonged too," she said as she straightened her overly large dress.
"I left it here yesterday and I want to go see Trista so I need my bike," I said as I pulled the chain from between the spokes and wrapped it around the post under the seat.
"So your going to go see Trista now?" she asked as she stood right next to me.
"Yeah," I said as I finished wrapping the chain under my seat.
"I don't know if Trista will have the guts to ask you so I better ask while your here," she said as she bent down to pick up a small piece of trash that blew down the sidewalk.
"Ask me what?" I said as I lifted my leg over my bike and sat down on the seat.
"Trista is supposed to invite you over for dinner tonight," Mrs. Kennedy said over the sound of a loud truck passing by.
"Will you join us?" she asked as she smiled at me.
I thought for a moment as I pondered how I could make Trista's dad miserable. I knew he didn't like me and I wanted to get under his skin even more just because he is an idiot.
"Sure, I will join you for dinner," I said as I smiled back at her.
"Is six thirty OK?" Trista's mother asked as I pushed off and slowly pedaled away.
"Six thirty is fine, I'll see you then," I said as I looked back and waved as I rode away.
Trista's mother waved back at me as I picked up speed. As I rode toward the coffee shop I couldn't help but wonder what kind of body was under all of those frumpy dresses that she wore. Her face was cute and I bet she had a hot body but I couldn't tell because of all of the baggy clothes. Maybe at dinned I might get a peek or a hint of what she looked like underneath.
I turned down the next corner and pulled up in front of the store next to the coffee shop. I locked my bike up and adjusted my hair as I walked toward the door. Glancing over at the Sea Side Diner I could see the huge crowd that was in there as it was still early enough for breakfast. I walked up to the door of the coffee shop and pulled it open.
Stepping inside I immediately saw Trista as she stood up from a booth. She began waving at me to come to her as she stood there with a smile on her face. I walked to her booth and she immediately gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.
"I'm glad you made it," Trista said as she still held onto my waist.
"You know I wouldn't miss coming to see you for the world," I said as I leaned down and gave her another quick peck on the lips.
Looking down at the table Trista said, "Justin I want you to meet Rachel and Val."
We each said our hello's and then I sat down in the booth as Trista sat next to me. I noticed that Val was of Asian descent as her short brown hair and her beautifully almond shaped eyes accented her nice sized breasts. The moment I looked into her eyes I could tell that she was really into me.
"Rachel is my best friend in the whole world," Trista said as she leaned against me.
"Her dad is the other minister at the church and Rachel lives in the house just on the other side of the church," Trista said as she turned my coffee cup over and filled it with fresh coffee.
"Val is a foreign exchange student from over seas and will be here for the rest of the summer," Trista said as she poured some cream into my coffee.
"It's nice to meet both of you," I said as I held out my hand to shake their hands.
Val's hand seemed to melt into my hand as she slid her well manicured fingers across my palm. Our hands locked together and we shook hands.
"Nice to meet you," Val said as her eyes gazed deeply into my eyes.
"Nice to meet you too," I said as I reluctantly pulled my hand away from Val and extended it to Rachel.
"Nice to meet you too Rachel," I said as she cautiously reached up and shook my hand.
"Same here," she said as her fingers and hand were ice cold.
From the look on Rachel's face I got the impression that she wasn't very friendly. She seemed to not even be interested in the fact that I was sitting here with them. Val on the other hand never took her eyes off of me since I sat down.
"Even though Rachel is older than me she still is my best friend in the world," Trista said as she looked around to see if any of her customers needed anything.
"How old are you Rachel?" I asked as I looked into her beautiful green eyes.
"Twenty one," she said as she pushed her lovely blonde hair back over her shoulder.
"How old are you Val?" I asked as I stared back into her beautiful brown eyes.
"Seventeen," she said softly as her gaze seemed to look right through me.
"But I will be eighteen the day after tomorrow," she said as she sat back, allowing me to see her well developed breasts.
The pink shirt she was wearing was tight and her breasts stretched the material tightly. Again I noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off of me as I turned my attention back to Rachel.
"Rachel is engaged," Trista said as she slid out of the booth and stood up.
One of her customers called her and she took off with coffee pot in hand. I looked over my shoulder as she walked over to this little old man. The jeans she wore really showed off her fine ass as she bent over slightly to pour a cup of coffee.
"So when are you getting married?" I asked Rachel as I gazed down at her long slender fingers. The bright red fingernail polish was flawless but what really caught my attention was the huge diamond ring on her finger.
"A year from this October," Rachel replied as she held out her hand for me to see her ring better.
"Guys, I have to get back to work so you'll have to carry on without me," Trista said as she set a doughnut down in front of me.
As I looked up into her eyes she bent down and kissed me softly on the lips, pausing for a moment to squeeze my lips with hers. As she stood up she ran her fingers through my hair briefly as she gazed into my eyes.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you," I said as I remembered that I was supposed to go to Trista's for dinner.
"What's that?" Trista asked as she topped my cup of coffee off.
"Your mom invited me over for dinner tonight," I said as I added more cream to my coffee.
"Oh God, I almost forgot, I was supposed to ask you when I saw you," Trista said as she quickly glanced at her customers.
"What time did my mom say?" Trista asked with a slightly puzzled look on her face.
"Six thirty," I said as I lifted my coffee cup and took a sip.
"Cool, are you coming?" Trista asked with a smile on her face.
"You bet," I said eliciting an even larger smile on her face.
"Great, see ya then," Trista said as she was called by two of her customers.
Along the way to her customers she looked back over her shoulder with a gleam in her eyes as she waved to me. As she began to pour her customer a cup of coffee I turned my attention back to Rachel and Val.
Again I noticed the constant gaze from Val. Rachel had this smug look on her face as I began to talk to Val.
"Are you ready to turn eighteen?" I asked as Val smiled with a twinkle in her eye.
"Uh,ha," she uttered as she seemed to be lost in my eyes.
"Val's boyfriend is taking her out to dinner," Rachel said sternly as if she thought I was hitting on her friend.
"He's not my boyfriend Rachel," Val said as she rolled her eyes and looked side eyed at Rachel.
I sensed a little bit of friction between the three of us as I finished eating my doughnut. I sipped on my coffee as the two girls exchanged glances back and forth.
"He's not my boyfriend," Val said as she smiled at me and gave me what appeared to be a slight wink.
It could have been something in her eye or maybe even a nervous twitch that caused her eye to move like that. One thing I knew for sure though was when her eye twitched so did my cock.
"Come on Val lets get going," Rachel said as she began to push Val out of the booth.
"It was nice to meet you," I said as I stood up and reached for Rachel's hand.
I was immediately snubbed as she turned her head and pranced toward the door. As I glanced at her ass I was interupted by Val.
"The pleasure was all mine," she said as this time she definatly winked at me as she slid her delicate fingers across the palm of my hand and squeezed.
"I'm sure I'll see you around," I said as I gazed down into Val's beautiful almond shaped eyes.
"I know you will," she said as she slowly slid her hand from mine.
Slowly she turned around and walked toward the front door. As I sat back down in my booth I couldn't help but to stare at her young tight ass. The tightness of her ass was evident as her cheeks were firm when they wiggled. I watched her push the door open and disappear outside.
I sat there for a while as I watched Trista gracefully bounce around the coffee shop. I finished my coffee and slid out of my seat. I wanted to get home so I could get a little more sleep since I was going to be up late tonight for the main event.
"Are you going?" Trista asked as she jumped in front of me and set her coffee pot on the table.
"Unfortunately yes," I said with a frown on my face.
"I'm tired and I want to take a nap before I come over for dinner," I said as I reached out and pulled her into me.
Our lips came together and we shared one long tender kiss as we held onto each other. Trista reached down for her coffee pot as a customer called out for her.
"See you later," Trista said as she walked away smiling over her shoulder.
I walked out the door and down to my bike. As I unlocked my bike and rode away I found myself thinking about Rachel and Val. To me, Rachel seemed to be a total bitch while Val seemed to be sweet and innocent. There was something about Val's beautiful eyes that mesmerized me.
As I rode home I decided to take a detour and ride past Brad's house. I turned down the next street and raced for the next corner. As I came around the corner I could see Brad's house and his mother's car in the driveway. My heart was pounding as I rode past, hoping to catch a glance of her in the window. As I rode past I didn't see a soul.
I made my way toward home. I began thinking about how much I wanted to irritate Trista's dad tonight at dinner. I knew her mother was fond of me but her father was another story. He was the meanest hard ass I ever met. I hated the way he treats his wife and I am not fond of how he controls Trista. Tonight I have to show him who I really am.
I rode down my street and came up to my house. I slowed down as I saw my dad's van in the driveway along with another strange van. I pulled my bike up into the yard and laid it down. I walked into the opened garage and went into the kitchen. I washed my hands when I heard my dad walk in from the living room.
"What are you doing home?" I asked as I finished rinsing my hands off.
"What, I'm not allowed to take a day off," my dad said as he got a can of soda out of the refrigerator.
"Well, you never take any time off work," I said as I dried my hands.
I watched my dad as he had a sly grin on his face. His hand busily dug into his pocket as he pulled two sets of keys out. I walked over to him as he reached out with his hand.
"Happy graduation," my dad said as he held out the keys to his van.
"No way," I said with excitement in my voice as I reached out and took the keys from his fingers.
"I needed a new van for work and since you did really well in school this year your mother and I decided to give you the old one," my dad said as I thanked him over and over.
"Come take a look at the new one," my dad said as he began walking toward the front door.
I followed closely behind as all kinds of wild and erotic thoughts began to race through my mind. I now had a set of wheels and it was a cargo van which meant that it was about to become a bondage mobile.
I followed my dad out the screen door. The door slammed shut behind us as we walked out to the brand new Caravan. My dad unlocked the driver side door and then the passenger side. We both sat down and my dad started his new ride.
"Sweet," I said as I looked around at the obviously loaded interior.
The leather seats felt so soft and the air conditioning felt wonderful. I reached out and turned the stereo on. None of the pre sets were programmed so I set them for my dad. I turned up the volume and nearly shit myself from the sound.
"Sweet Jesus," I said as I looked at my dad and smiled.
He cupped his ear with his hand and yelled, "I didn't hear you" as he too began to grin.
As I checked out the back end my dad powered the radio down. He turned the air conditioning off before shutting the engine off.
"So what do you think?" my dad asked as he pulled the key from the ignition.
"Definitely nicer than the other one," I said as I reached for the handle and opened the door.
After we got out of the new van my dad immediately locked it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the keys to the van he just gave me.
"Oh, I had it professionally cleaned today," my dad said as he turned to go back into the house.
"Thanks dad," I said with sheer excitement in my voice.
"I filled the tank too," my dad said as he opened the door leading into the house.
I quickly stuck the key into the driver side door and unlocked it. My dad was gone now and in the house as I sat down behind the wheel. All kinds of exciting thoughts were running through my mind as I eyed up the steel tie downs that lined the sides of the cargo area. I wanted to do so much with this van but it was going to cost me money, a lot of money.
My mind immediately flipped over to Stephani. Whether she knew it or not, she was going to be the one financing my new van. And when she comes up empty handed she will have to be the first one to take a ride in the back of the van.
I looked around in amazement at how clean it was in here. The upholstery was clean and the dashboard was spotless. As I looked into the cargo area once again I could see how I wanted to have it decorated.
I could picture Brad's mother with her wrists and ankles cuffed to the sides of the van. Her legs would be spread wide and her pussy would be gaping. If I needed money I could just stop and pick up some willing and able young stud to pay for services. A smile flashed across my face as I became lost in this little fantasy.
I quickly snapped out of it as I opened the door and went back into the house. I wanted to go take a nap as it was getting later. As I walked into the living room my dad was already sitting in his chair and sleeping. I quietly slipped past him and went up to my room.
I sat down at my computer and logged on. I opened my e mail and was pleasantly surprised to find messages from both Mrs. Graph and Stephani. I clicked on the message from my teacher and read her message.
"Dear Master. You are so right when you describe the bond that we are developing. I live from moment to moment just to serve your needs as I know you will take care of me. I find myself dreaming of meeting you face to face and melting into your open arms. I dream of making love to you whenever you would like. I understand how sacred you view me and my body. I accept the fact that my body is your temple and you are the king of your temple. Again this morning I vehemently rejected my husband's advances. The thought of making love to my husband is beginning to disgust me. I pray for the day when we will meet and I pray even harder for you to one day take me away from this god forsaken lifestyle and make me yours permanently. I hope to meet you soon Master, very soon." Signed your Slave forever.
I smiled as I clicked on the reply icon. I wanted to go meet her right now but I needed to get some sleep. I knew that I had to go meet Stephani tomorrow so that day was out of the question. I placed my hands on the key board and began to type.
"Dear Mrs. Graph, hello. Again I was touched by your achievements of evolving into a perfect slave. We will meet soon. I hope to be able to tell you when tomorrow. Your constant refusal to allow your husband into my tomb shows me your dedication and discipline. For that you will be immensely rewarded. You must never let anyone into my sacred tomb unless I first give you permission. Above all else even you cannot enter my tomb without my permission. If you succumb to the evil thoughts that run wild through you mind and touch yourself without first seeking my permission, you will be punished severely. I have a serious question I want to ask you. Are you willing to do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I ask of you? Take your time and seriously think about this question. I look forward to your answer." Signed, Master.
I clicked on the send icon and sent the message. I went back to my inbox and clicked on Stephani's message. I opened it and began to read.
"Call you 'Master', yeah right! You are so full of shit Justin. You want me to refuse to fuck my own husband? Who in the fuck are you? One day I swear I will make you pay for this. I hope you rot in hell. Leave me the fuck alone!" Signed Stephani.
I grinned as I moved the mouse to click on the reply icon. I almost began to laugh as the blank screen appeared for me to begin typing.
"Dear Steph. Yes, you will address me as 'Master.' If your next message to me does not address me as 'Master,' then you will leave me no choice but to punish you. In case you didn't get what I told you this morning I will refresh it for you. DO NOT FUCK YOUR HUSBAND EVER AGAIN! What part of that don't you understand? You ask me 'who I am?' I am your Master." Signed Master.
I sent the message and quickly logged off. I took a couple of steps over to my bed and laid down. I began thinking about the main event tonight and what might happen. It was difficult to fall asleep as my erotic thoughts caused my cock to stiffen. All of the possibilities of what might happen continued to keep me awake. Finally after thinking about other non erotic thoughts I became sleepy.
I could tell that I was having a difficult time sleeping as I seemed to wake up frequently. Each time I woke up I began thinking about tonight. Dinner at Trista's. The main event at Club Cuffs. I closed my eyes and concentrated on falling asleep. Before I knew it I was out cold.
I rolled over and lifted an eyelid as I looked at my alarm clock. I was a bit disoriented as I stared at the clock. Suddenly I jumped up as I realized what time it was. I forgot to set my alarm clock and I woke up with just enough time to shower quickly and get to Trista's. I jumped up and quickly stripped out of my clothes.
I ran out of my room and quickly dashed across the hall to the bathroom door. I pushed the door open and suddenly I was scared half to death. I froze instantly as my mother screamed and turned to face me. My eyes shot wide open as did my mother's. She had just stepped out of the shower and was dripping wet from head to toe. I'm sure I was only standing there for a couple of seconds but it felt like an eternity.
Suddenly my gaze fell from my mother's wide open eyes down to her breasts. I never knew my mother had such a lovely set of tits. As I stared at her nipples I swear I saw them stiffen before my very eyes. At the same time I could feel my cock beginning to rise. There was one brief second when I saw my mother's gaze fall from my eyes. Her lips parted and a slight gasp came from her lips.
Just as my gaze fell to my mother's pussy she spun around and reached for her towel. I almost choked when I saw that her cunt was cleanly shaven. As she wrapped her towel around herself her ass was toward me. Her cheeks were so tight and tanned and I didn't notice a tan line anywhere. Once the towel was wrapped completely around her she turned back toward me.
Just as I saw her turning back I turned around and closed the door as I didn't want her seeing my tremendous erection. I quickly stepped back across the hallway and into my room.
I waited just on the other side of my door until my mother was finished. The image of my naked mother was now etched into my retinas forever. My dad was a lucky guy because the body that I just saw was incredibly hot.
I heard the door open and heard my mother walk down to her room. I waited for a moment to make sure the coast was clear.
"It's all yours Justin," my mother said from her room.
This time I covered myself up with the towel that was in my room from the shower I took this morning. I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway.
"You need to learn to knock," my mother said as I stepped into the doorway of the bathroom.
"Yeah, I woke up and didn't realize that you were home," I said as I looked down at my mom as she stood in her doorway with only a towel wrapped around her tight little body.
"What are you in such a hurry for?" my mom asked as she turned sideways, allowing me to see her profile as she stood there looking at me.
"I'm going over to Trista's for dinner tonight," I said as I still couldn't believe how far my mother's breasts pushed her towel away from her body.
"Have fun then," my mom said as she turned around and closed her door behind her.
I stepped into the bathroom and dropped the towel. My member was semi hard as I reached down and adjusted the water. The water temperature as just perfect as I stepped into the shower.
As I lathered up I began thinking about Trista. I was falling in love with her and I never wanted this feeling to stop. The butterflies that I felt in my stomach whenever I was with her or whenever I thought about her made me feel so special. I smiled as I continued to lather myself up.
My mind however began to wander to Mrs. Graph. The way she has been submitting to me drove me to height's I have never imagined before. I began to replay events that occurred between us and soon found my cock sticking straight out and rock solid. I didn't want to touch myself as I wanted to save my energy for tonight's main event.
I began thinking about how I seduced her in her classroom and then in her own house. I remembered how I pulled her panties aside while she was on the stairs just outside of her bedroom door and ate her pussy..
My thoughts quickly shifted to Stephani as I lightly stroked my cock. The image in my mind of her as I fucked her from behind while she sucked on that old man's cock as it poked through the hole in the was sent shivers up my spine. Just remembering how her heels felt as she dug them into my lower back and ass as I fucked her on the hood of her car caused me to stroke my member a little faster.
I realized that I was breathing heavy in the shower as the hot water continued to pulsate on my body. Again I closed my eyes as I remembered my first encounter at Club Cuffs. I stroked myself a little faster as I remembered how Kate strapped me to the stage, rendering me completely helpless. Looking up at her as she lowered her luscious lips to my cock caused my balls to tingle.
I laid my head back down on the stage as I just enjoyed the sensations that Kate gave me. I remembered how I struggled to lift my head up to watch what she was doing to me. As the water continued to stream down on me I lifted my head and looked down at Kate.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD," I moaned as I stood under the shower. I felt my cock swell even more until I thought my head was going to explode. The head of my cock was in pain as I pumped myself even faster as I watched not Kate but my mother slowly lower her bald pussy onto my towering cock.
"Jesus Christ," I moaned loudly as I watched my mother sink completely down onto me.
The look in her eyes as she reached up and cupped her breasts was more than I could handle. My nuts began to contract and I began to tingle all over. I pumped my cock faster and harder as I watched my mother begin to bounce up and down on my lap as I remained strapped to the stage.
"Oh God," I moaned as I felt the first wave of pleasure take over my body.
I could feel my cum racing up my shaft and out of my cock as my balls began to spasm. I swear it felt like I was cumming inside of my mother as my cock continued to squirt into the shower. Just then I forced my eyes open as I realized that I was gasping for air.
I suddenly let my cock go as the now luke warm water ran down my body. I just stood there as the water rinsed my aching member off. As I stood there I could see my cum as it was dripping down the tile of the shower wall. I adjusted the shower head and rinsed my genetic material down the wall and into the tub.
Finally I shut the water off. My breathing was returning to normal as I toweled myself off. I went to the sink and brushed my teeth, pausing long enough to look at myself in the mirror.
"Why in the fuck did that just happen?" I asked myself as I made sure that there was nothing stuck in between my teeth.
Never before did I ever think of my mother like that. Never before did I ever cum so incredibly hard like that. I wondered if my mother had the same thoughts in her mind now that she saw me naked. I finished getting ready and I wrapped my towel around myself and went back to my room.
I went to my computer and sat down as I continued to analyze what just happened. I decided that I would check my e mail to see if Stephani or Mrs. Graph replied to me yet. I opened my in box and was pleasantly surprised to find a message from Stephani. I clicked on her message and began to read.
"Dear Ass hole. Quit fucking around already. I will never call you Master no matter how badly you want me to. You disgust me and you are a disgrace to your family. I just got done fucking my husband so what are you going to do about it? Fuck you Justin!" Signed Steph.
I was absolutely pissed off as I clicked on the reply icon. I new I had to punish her and I had to punish her sternly as she seemed to be disobedient because of her lack of discipline. I placed my hands on the keyboard and began to type.
Dear Slave, hello. You have failed your Master and he is greatly disappointed. You will be punished and punished severely. You will learn what discipline is when I come over tomorrow. You will learn to serve your Master unconditionally. You will learn to honor your Master's requests not because you are blackmailed to but because you want to. You failed to address me correctly and you allowed your husband to enter my sacred tomb. You will be punished severely Stephani." Signed Master.
I sent the e mail to Stephani with the hopes that it would wake her up. I looked over at the clock next to my bed and saw that it was getting late. I had a little under a half hour to get to Trista's. I put on my shoes and went down to the kitchen.
"When are we going to meet Trista?" my mom asked as her face turned to a light shade of pink as she looked into my eyes.
I found it difficult to look my mother in the eye as I just had the most intense orgasm of my life with my mother as my fantasy. I mustered up the courage and looked into her eyes as I finally spoke.
"Real soon mom," I said as I wondered if my mother was aroused from seeing me naked.
"I'll be back later," I said as I began to walk into the garage.
Along the way I heard either my mom or dad following behind me. When I made it to the garage door I abruptly turned around.
"Be careful driving tonight," my dad said as he reached for the button to close the garage door with.
"I will," I said as I walked to my van and got in.
I backed out of the driveway and drove down the street. I was so happy because I didn't have to ride that stupid bike anymore. I turned down the next street and I could already see the church. I pulled up to the house next to the church and parked my van.
I quickly got out of the van and looked around. Trista's house was an old style brick Victorian. There was a huge Weeping Willow tree in the front yard with branches that reached all the way to the ground. I began walking up the driveway and saw the little sidewalk that led to the porch.
I walked up the sidewalk and noticed the large over grown but well maintained bushes. The bushes were so over grown that I could barely squeeze between them to step up onto the porch. There was an old outdoor furniture set on the porch and a small candle. Just as I reached up to ring the door bell the screen door opened.
"Hey," Trista said softly as she stood there with a smile on her face as she held the door open for me.
"Hi, I said as I stepped inside.
Trista shut the door slowly so it hardly made a sound. She turned around in front of me and fell right into my arms. Our mouth's came together and we shared a long tender kiss. I could feel her wrapping her arms tighter around my neck so I squeezed her waist tighter. Our mouth's opened and our tongues met just briefly before she released her grip and stepped back.
"We have to play it cool now," Trista said as she bit her bottom lip slightly.
"We don't want my dad to catch us like that," she said just as her dad walked into the living room.
"Hi Mr. Kennedy," I said as I held out my hand to shake his.
He just looked at me as he walked past me and sat down on the sofa. I could sense that Trista was growing nervous as we walked toward the kitchen
"Your in my house now son, so I suggest you follow my rules," her father spoke as he turned on the television set.
"Yes sir," I said as I paused briefly before turning back to Trista to follow her into the kitchen.
"You just keep your hands off of my daughter and you will make it through the night," he said with a scowl in his voice as he flipped through the channels with the remote.
Again I paused and turned to him. With a bold smirk on my face I raised my hands like I was a hardened criminal who was giving himself up.
"That's the kind of crap I talk about," Trista's father said loudly.
"You kids think you know the world in a handbag but you don't know crap," he said as Trista pulled my arm and led me into the kitchen.
"Oh don't mind him," Trista's mother said as she continued to prepare dinner.
The aroma of the freshly prepared food smelled delicious.
"He is always like that when he is around people he doesn't know," Trista's mother said as she turned around and set the butter tray on the table.
As I stood there I looked around the kitchen, noticing how immaculate the place was. Nothing was out of place and everything was well preserved.
"Dinner will be ready in about an hour so why don't you show Justin the house and the garden," Trista's mother said as she reached into the refrigerator for something.
As she bent over to reach inside the refrigerator I couldn't help but to look at her ass. Even though she was wearing a baggy and frumpy dress I could still see the shape of her back side. When she stood up I could see her breasts as they pushed her dress away from her body. Sadly there was no skin showing except her hands, face and neck.
"I'll show you where the bathroom is," Trista said as she walked down the hallway.
I followed closely behind her with my eyes riveted to her ass. The jeans she wore hugged her hips tightly and I could see the tiny panty lines through the denim. Her shirt came down just below the top of her pants and occasionally I could see the hint of her bare waist as she walked.
"It's in here," she said as she pointed to the small bathroom.
We turned around and walked back into the kitchen.
"Did Trista tell you that I'm making a roast for dinner?" her mother asked as she began to peel potatoes.
"No, but I know now," I said as I followed Trista as she pushed past her mother.
I followed Trista over to a sliding glass door. She pulled the screen door to the side and we stepped out onto a small wooden deck. She led me down the stairs to the garden which was virtually the whole yard.
We walked along a path made of bricks. I could see all the different vegetables as they were planted in beds. As we made our way along the path we came to the back of the yard. As I turned and looked back over my shoulder I realized that we were now a considerable distance from the house.
We came to the end of the brick path which led to several fruit trees. I continued to follow Trista as she led me over to some big bushes.
"They can't see us back here," Trista said as she turned and placed her arms around my neck.
Looking down into her eyes I became lost in her beauty. Her beautiful green eyes were mesmerizing as she slowly rose up on her tippy toes and placed her lips on mine.
Not a word was spoken as we continued to kiss. Our heads were tilted and our lips never came apart as our tongues slid in and out of each other's mouth's. Our breathing grew heavy as I felt her warm breath against my face.
Finally after several minutes our kiss broke and we just held each other. Trista turned her head sideways and leaned it on my chest.
"I am so glad that I met you," Trista said softly as she slowly rubbed my back.
"Me too," I said as I returned the favor and rubbed her back.
As I continued to rub her back I casually slipped my hand down and cupped her ass, eliciting a soft moan from Trista. Slowly she lifted her head and smiled at me as she looked into my eyes. I squeezed her ass softly as she again rose up on her tippy toes and kissed me full on the mouth.
I felt Trista slide one hand down over my ass and pull me into her tightly. I had a raging erection in my pants and I was sure she felt it as it was now pressed against her. I squeezed her ass tightly and I pulled her into me even harder.
"Ohhhhh," Trista moaned into my mouth as our lips never parted.
Her breasts were now smashed against my chest as our breathing grew heavier. The smell of her hair and the feel of her warm body against mine sent chills up my spine. Again after a few moments Trista stepped back enough to stand in front of me while she continued to hold my hands.
"I really hate it here," Trista said softly as she looked down.
"I love my mom to death, but my dad is a total ass," Trista said with some demise in her voice.
"I hear ya," I said as I squeezed her hands.
"No Justin, you don't understand," she said as she leaned back into me with her head on my chest.
"My dad is such a control freak," Trista said as a tear trickled out of the corner of her eye.
"I want to be so unlike my dad," she said as she leaned her head into my chest and sniffled.
"You can be anything you want," I said softly as I caressed her back.
"I swear to God I will never be like my dad," Trista said as she hugged me tightly.
We just stood there and held onto each other for a while. The cool breeze felt wonderful as Trista's warm body remained pressed against me. I felt so bad for her as she had to grow up with a father who was an ass hole. Slowly Trista lifted her head and looked up into my eyes.
"Thank you for being so wonderful to me," Trista said as she again reached up and kissed me on the lips.
"Your so welcome," I said as I pressed my cheeks against hers and just held her.
We broke our embrace and looked around at the different fruit trees. I could see small apples on the branches of a tree right behind me. As I looked around I saw something that was totally opposite from Trista.
"We better get going," Trista said as she pulled me by my hand.
I followed behind her as we made our way around the big bushes. Just as we were about to come into view of the house Trista let my hand go. I followed closely behind her, watching her sexy ass wiggle the entire way there.
We walked up onto the deck and through the sliding door. The smell of the roast caught our attention as we walked past her mom.
"Go get two bottles of wine," Trista's mother said as she opened the stove to check on dinner.
"OK mom," she said as she turned to me and smiled.
"Now I'll show you the basement and the wine cellar," Trista said as she pulled the basement door open.
Trista turned the light on and led the way down the stairs. As we descended I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her incredible body.
"This is the family area," Trista said as she pointed to the living room set and big screen television.
"Wow, nice television," I said as I looked at what appeared to be a sixty inch big screen TV set.
"My dad loves football so he bought this thing last year," Trista said as she began walking away.
"Here is the laundry room," Trista said as she pointed into a small room with a washer and dryer in it.
I followed closely as it was dark on the other end of the basement. Trista reached out and pulled on another door knob, causing the old door to squeak as it opened.
"This is my dad's office," she said as we both peered inside.
She quickly shut the door before leading me over to another door. She reached out and opened it, revealing a narrow hallway. It was dark except for a couple of glass church candles that hung on the walls of the hall. This is how you get into the wine cellar," Trista said as she opened yet another door.
We stepped inside the cold damp room and Trista shut the door behind us. Again the only light was from a few candles that were on the walls above the wine racks. I looked around in amazement at the wine racks which completely lined all the walls of the square room.
"There is no light down here because it will ruin the wine," Trista said as she led us over to a small table in the center of the room.
"My dad collects these wines from all over the world," she said as she watched me look around the room.
"I can't believe how many bottles he has," I said as my eyes began to adjust to the dim light.
"He has several bottles that are very old and several bottles that are extremely rare," she said as she walked up behind me and put her arms around me.
Trista laid her head against my back as her hands slid around my stomach. I could here her sigh as she again let go and stepped back.
"Here is where I get my stash from," Trista said as she walked over to a stack of boxes in one of the corners.
She bent over slightly and pulled two bottles of wine out. She walked back over to the table and set the bottles down. I followed her over to the table and again we embraced.
"My dad never even knows that there are bottles missing every once in a while," Trista said as she leaned up and kissed me softly.
"Where does that door lead to?" I asked as I pointed to an old door on the far wall.
Turning her head to look at the door for a second, Trista mumbled, "To the church."
I looked at her with an inquisitive look on my face.
"That door is an underground tunnel that leads into the church basement. Rachel's house on the other side of the church is built exactly the same way. So when I want to go over to Rachel's I don't even have to go outside," Trista said as she turned her attention back to me.
I sat down on the table, making sure that I didn't knock the two bottles of wine over. Trista looked over at the door that we came in through and then back down at me. She lifted her leg up and swung it over my legs. I pulled my knees together and watched as Trista slowly sat down on my lap.
Trista reached out and wrapped her arms around me. We looked into each other's eyes as our faces slowly came together. Our eyes closed slowly as our lips touched. It felt like electricity as our mouth's worked in unison. Our tongues caressed each other's lips as our hands continued to caress each other's backs.
A slight moan escaped Trista's mouth as our passion intensified. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest and her hot breath as it cascaded across my face. I felt my cock beginning to stiffen as Trista adjusted herself on my lap.
"Oh Justin I have to break this 'good girl' image," Trista said as she pressed her crotch up against the bulge in my pants.
"I'm so scared Justin," Trista said as our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouth's.
"Be not afraid," I whispered as I slid my hand down and over the top of her ass.
I felt the top of her jeans and I slipped my finger tips under the edge of her pants. Her flesh was on fire as I caressed her bare skin. Trista instantly began to lick my lips with her tongue as we kissed with our mouth's apart.
I boldly reached down a little farther until I felt the very top of her ass crack. I let my middle finger slide into the top of her crack causing her to moan loudly.
"Oh Godd Justin," Trista said as she slid her tongue into the back of my throat.
Her ass felt wonderful as I gently squeezed her butt. Suddenly Trista began to move. My heart felt like it was going to explode as Trista began to grind her crotch against my bulge.
Our faces came apart and our eyes opened. I could see the reflection of light from the candles in her eyes as she continued to grind her pussy against my member. Not a word was spoken as we continued to bump and grind.
"Oh Justin," Trista whispered as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
I immediately lowered my mouth to her neck. I began to kiss her hot flesh along the side of her neck up to her ear.
Trista's heavy breathing and steady grinding told me she liked what was happening. She began to thrash her head from side to side as I placed my mouth over her ear. I lightly traced my tongue over the edges of her ear eliciting a soft cry from Trista. I began to bite lightly as I slid my tongue into her ear. Suddenly Trista was on fire.
Using her legs more, I realized that she was now pushing herself up and down on my cock. I could feel her cunt through her jeans as she set her pussy on top if my member and pushed herself down.
I continued to squeeze her ass the best I could as her jeans were so tight. I slid my other hand around to her side before sliding it up to her breast.
I squeezed her tit lightly as she continued to grind even harder on my lap. I could feel my balls beginning to tingle and the last thing I wanted to do was to cum in my pants. I slid my hand back down Trista's side before sliding my hand up under her shirt.
"Oh Goddddd," Trista moaned out as she began to tremble in my arms. I could feel her stomach begin to quiver as my finger tips inched closer to her bra covered breast. Trista threw her head forward and wrapped her arms around me tightly as she continued to cum on my lap. Her crotch was rubbing against my bulge as her quivering body shook uncontrollably in my arms.
I felt the bottom of her breast with my fingers as she began kissing my neck and ear. I slid my hand up over her bra covered mound and squeezed softly.
"Oh Goddddd," Trista cried out in the cold dark wine cellar.
Her trembling body began to relax but her pussy continued to grind against my cock. I felt like I was going to blow at any second as she continued to ride me. I slid my finger tips under the wire along the bottom of her bra, feeling the very bottom of her soft warm breast.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Trista moaned as I felt her body begin to tremble all over again.
I slipped my hand completely under the cup of her bra and squeezed her breast softly. I could feel her nipple stiffen in the palm of my hand as I squeezed her soft warm globe over and over.
"Oh yeah," Trista moaned loudly as she began to thrust her pussy at my throbbing cock.
Her breast felt magnificent in my hand as I began to circle her nipple with my finger.
"Oh shit," Trista moaned as she bit down lightly on my neck.
I slid my hand down the back of her pants a tad bit farther, feeling her ass cheeks as they squeezed my finger. I pinched her nipple as I lowered my mouth to her neck.
"Oh My Goddddd," Trista cried out as she began to cum again.
I held her as tightly as possible for fear of breaking the table legs. I felt my nuts begin to contract and I couldn't hold out any longer. As Trista continued to grind her pussy against my cock, I began to thrust back at her.
"Oh God," I cried out as I felt the first wave of pleasure take over my body.
I felt my cum race up my shaft and squirt out into my underwear as Trista continued to tremble and shake on my lap. I pulled her into me tighter with the hand that was holding her ass. I pinched her nipple even harder causing her to shake and quiver even more.
Thrust after thrust, squirt after squirt I finally finished cumming. Trista began to finally slow down as she sat motionless on my lap and just held me. I hoped and prayed that I wasn't going to have a wet spot showing through my pants when we went back upstairs.
I kissed Trista on her cheek as she lifted her head from my shoulder. Our eyes met and our lips came together for a long sensual kiss.
"There, your not a 'good girl' anymore," I said as I smiled at her and removed my hands from her breast and ass.
Trista smiled back at me as she leaned her head back against my cheek.
"That felt wonderful," Trista said as she began to pat me on the back.
"Yeah," I said as I squeezed her and hugged her back.
"I have a secret to tell you," Trista said as she leaned her head back and looked into my eyes.
"What's that?" I asked as I rested my hands on her ass.
"It's embarrassing," Trista said as she reached up under her shirt and put her breast back in her bra.
"Tell me," I said as I gazed into her beautiful green eyes.
"Promise not to tell anyone," Trista said softly after a long pause.
"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye," I said as I laughed lightly.
"I'm still a virgin," Trista said softly as she hid her face in my chest.
"Oh baby that's nothing to be embarrassed of," I said softly as I rubbed her back.
"That's a beautiful thing," I said as I rubbed her back.
Lifting her head she looked into my eyes as she said, "But I have gotten myself off before."
I nearly choked when she said that. Again she looked into my eyes as she spoke.
"I'm only telling you this Justin because I really, really like you," she said as she still gazed into my eyes.
"I have been renting porno movies to try to learn what I'm supposed to do," she said as she again buried her head into my chest.
"Really," I said as I was pretty much speechless.
"I told you that I was a loser," Trista said softly.
"No, no your not," I said, "I would do the same thing."
Trista and I sat there holding each other as neither one of us spoke a word. It felt so right to be sitting here and holding her. I never wanted this feeling to end.
"We better get going before my mom or dad come looking for us," Trista said as she stood up and swung her leg over me.
She reached down for my hand as she helped pull me up. We came together and shared one last kiss before walking out the door of the wine cellar.
Trista closed the door before leading me down the dark hallway and into the main part of the basement. She closed the door leading to the hallway and proceeded to lead me back to the stairs.
"I need to go to the rest room," I said as we began to climb the stairs.
The smell of dinner was evident and we could hear her mom working diligently in the kitchen.
"Me too," Trista whispered as she looked over her shoulder.
We walked through the kitchen and sat down at the table. Her mother already had most of the food on the table and everything looked delicious.
"I have to go the rest room," I said as I excused myself from the table.
As I was walking around the table, Trista's dad walked past me and sat down. I went into the rest room and closed the door. Quickly I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down and carefully pulled my underwear down.
I reached for the roll of toilet tissue and began to clean out my underwear. I wiped up all of my genetic material and tossed it into the toilet before taking a leak. I pulled up my pants and adjusted my clothes before flushing the toilet and washing my hands.
I walked back into the kitchen and walked past her dad. Trista got up and excused herself as she walked down the hallway to the rest room.
"I have to go change and use the rest room, I'll be right back," Trista said as she turned to walk to her room.
"Oh Justin, could you run back down to the wine cellar and get those two bottles of wine that I sat down on the table and forgot?" Trista said.
"Sure," I said as I stood up.
"And keep your damned hands off of the wine in the racks," Trista's dad said in a stern voice as I made my way to the stairs.
I knew the way so I didn't turn the lights on. I made my way down the stairs and across the basement to the door that leads to the hallway. As I approached the door I stopped for a second as I heard something. I could hear my heart beating inside my chest as I looked at the cracked open door.
"I swear I saw Trista close that door," I said to myself as I stood still and remained silent.
Again I heard a faint cry as it sounded like a woman's voice. I silently inched my way closer to the door when I heard another cry.
"It's coming from in there," I said to myself softly as I reached out and pulled the old wooden door open enough for me to slip through.
Again I froze as I heard yet another cry which sounded like it was coming from the wine cellar. As I looked at the door of the wine cellar I noticed that it was cracked open. I could see the dim glow of the candles as they flickered inside the dark damp cellar.
My heart was beating out of control as I quietly inched my way to the partially opened door. I froze in place as I heard another sound from within the room.
Quietly I positioned myself to look through the cracked open door. My eyes were adjusted to the dim light so when I looked into the wine cellar I almost choked.
My cock stiffened in my pants instantly as I looked through the door at Trista's mother as she sat on the table facing away from me. Her dress was bunched up around her waist and her feet were on the top of the table. Her legs were bent at the knees and parted and her hand was under her dress as she pleasured herself.
I couldn't believe what I was watching as I saw Trista's mother throw her head back. I could see her arm moving as she was obviously fingering herself. My eyes shot wide open as I saw something sitting on the table next to her.
"Oh my God," I thought to myself as I saw her panties siting next to her on the table.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned out as her head thrashed from side to side.
My cock told me to go in and fuck her but my brain told me otherwise. I just stood there and watched as she continued to work her hand under her dress.
"Oh Goddddd," she cried out as her back arched.
"Oh my God," she moaned over and over as she was now in the middle of a powerful orgasm.
I could feel my cock as it strained against my pants. I just wanted so badly to unleash my cock and stroke it until I get the release that I needed. I decided that I wouldn't as I already came twice today and I needed to save myself for the main event.
Suddenly Trista's mother began to lift herself up slightly as she leaned back and held on to the table behind her. She began to thrust her hips against her hand as her head began to thrash from side to side again.
I watched in amazement as the spindly table legs began to sway from her motion. I couldn't believe how wild and insatiable this woman was as she got herself off. I knew one thing for certain, her husband the minister wasn't satisfying her.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh, God," Trista's mother cried out over and over.
Her hips continued to thrust back and forth and her moaning and panting grew louder and louder. From my angle I couldn't see any exposed skin except for her right leg from mid thigh down. Her hips continued to thrust harder and harder until she arched her back.
"Oh Jesus save me," she cried out as I watched her begin to tremble and convulse into a powerful orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried out as she continued to fuck herself.
Trista's mother began gasping for air as she still shook out of control. After a few moments she began to relax and slow down. Finally her hips stopped thrusting and her ass sat down on the table. I nearly choked when I saw her remove her hand from under her bunched up dress.
Trista's mother pulled an empty wine bottle from under her dress and sat it down next to her panties. The long neck of the bottle glistened from her juices as the candle light reflected off of the bottle.
Immediately she slipped off of the table and onto her knees as she still faced away from me. She raised her hands up and looked up as she began to pray.
"Oh dear Lord in heaven I need you to save me. Please remove these wicked sins of Satan from my unholy body and purify me in your image. Please save me from eternal damnation and deliver me to heaven. Please remove all of Satan's urges and desires from my body as I dedicate my life to you. I beg you for your forgiveness as I pray in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, Amen."
Just then Trista's mother began to stand up. I quickly and quietly turned around and raced to the partially cracked opened door leading into the basement. I raced across the basement to the stairs and went up them two at a time. I managed to slow down enough to walk calmly into the kitchen.
"What took you so long?" Trista asked as she looked at my empty hands.
"I couldn't remember where it was at," I said as I sat down next to Trista.
Just then Trista's mother emerged from the basement carrying the two bottles of wine. Trista got up and took the bottles from her mother. She opened one bottle and began filling our glasses. Her mother began slicing the roast beef before turning around to set the platter on the table. Finally we all sat down and bowed our heads.
"I think we should let the boy say grace tonight," Trista's father said with a grin on his face.
"Lets see if public education teaches that," he said with a smirk on his face.
"Oh Charles hush, I'll say grace," Trista's mother said with a stern look on her face.
"No, that's all right, I'll say it," I said as I stared right back into her father's eyes.
As I bowed my head I glanced back at Trista's mother, noticing her slightly flushed face. I thought for a moment and then spoke.
"Dear God we thank you for this meal you are about to bless us with. We are put here to serve you and worship you and you reward us with this bountiful meal, Amen."
As I lifted my head I stared directly into her father's eyes as I knew that he wasn't satisfying his lovely wife. As I said grace It was Trista's mother that I was talking about. She was the bountiful meal that I wanted so desperately to eat.
We began to pass the food back and forth. We each loaded up our plates and began to eat.
"Mmmm..." this is great, I said as I looked into Trista's mother's eyes.
"Thank you Justin," she said as she continued to eat dinner.
I glanced over at Trista as she glanced over at me. I knew she was uncomfortable because of her father and I really wanted to get under his skin.
"So how long have you been a minister," I asked her father as he stopped chewing for a moment.
He just sat there with a fork full of potatoes as he began to finish chewing what was already in his mouth. He swallowed and then sighed.
"Don't disturb me while I eat," he scowled.
"Charles, stick a sock in it," Trista's mother yelled.
I decided to keep my mouth shut during the rest of our dinner. Trista was quiet as her father continued to make her nervous. Dinner was so good I just had to have seconds. Trista opened the second bottle of wine and topped off our glasses.
Finally we were finished eating and we just sat there for several minutes.
"Well, just because we have company doesn't absolve us from our jobs," her father said.
Instantly Trista and her mother jumped up and began to clear the table. Trista scraped the scraps into the trash before she handed her mother the plates and silverware. I got up to help with the clean up and her father stopped me.
"Sit down boy," he said with a pissed off look in his eye.
"That's their job," he said as he pointed to Trista and his wife.
Reluctantly I sat back down. I was beginning to understand how Trista could feel so uncomfortable. I saw first hand how he was so controlling and demanding. I just sat there as I sipped on my wine and watched the women work.
Finally the women were done. They joined us back at the dinner table and we began to make small talk. We sipped on our wine and Trista topped off our glasses with the last of the second bottle.
Trista again got up and picked up our empty wine glasses and carried them to the sink. Her mother jumped up and quickly washed them before placing them in the cupboard. When they finished and turned toward the table her father stood up.
"Lets go into the living room," he said as he turned and pushed in his chair.
We all pushed in our chairs and followed him into the living room. I sat down on one end of the love seat while Trista sat on the other end. Her mother sat on the sofa while her father sat in his recliner. He reached for the remote and turned the television on.
We engaged in more small talk as Trista still showed signs of being uncomfortable. As I looked over at her mother I began to look at her in a whole new light. Under that dress wasn't a middle aged house slave, but a vixen that needed to be satisfied. As I looked at her face I saw features that were beautiful. As she sat there watching television I replayed the events that just transpired not more than an hour ago.
We watched show after show. Finally the news came on. I decided that I had to get going soon so I told Trista that I had to leave when the news was over. She nodded her head and excused herself to go use the rest room.
When Trista came back from the rest room I excused myself to use the facilities. I had to let the wine out that I drank earlier and the thoughts of the main event began to run through my mind.
When I walked back into the living room I looked down at Trista as she watched television. She saw me standing there so she stood up. We looked over at her father who was sound asleep in his chair
"Thank you for the wonderful evening Mrs. Kennedy," I said as she stood up and hugged me.
"No thanks needed, just come over any time," she said as she pressed her breasts into me as she hugged me.
"I'll walk him out to his car," Trista said as she led me to the front door.
"Good night Justin," her mother said in a hushed voice so her husband wouldn't wake up.
Quietly Trista pushed the screen door open and we stepped out onto the porch. She carefully shut the door so it wouldn't make a sound and she immediately grabbed my hand.
We walked without speaking as we made our way between the overgrown bushes. We walked down the sidewalk until we reached the driveway. Once we made it to my van I opened the driver's door and sat down. I rolled down the window and looked into Trista's beautiful eyes.
"Thank you so much for coming over tonight," Trista said as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
I kissed her back as our mouth's once again opened and our tongues met. The scent of her hair and her breath was almost intoxicating as we continued to kiss.
"Did you see what I meant by my dad being so damned controlling," Trista said as she leaned her forehead on mine.
"Yeah, he's a total ass," I said causing her to chuckle lightly.
"One day I will be out of here and I'm going to live my life totally different," Trista said as she smiled.
We just stayed in this awkward position for a few moments before I remembered to tell her about my dad giving me this van.
"Oh, guess what," I said as I pulled my head back from Trista's.
"What?" she asked with a curious look on her face.
"My dad gave me this van today," I said as I had a grin from ear to ear.
"Really?" Trista said with a huge smile on her face.
"That's better than riding that bike all over town," she said as she leaned in and kissed me.
"Congratulations,' She said as she leaned back down and kissed me more passionately.
We kissed a few more times before Trista stood up and backed away from the van.
"I know you need to get going," Trista said softly as she stood there looking more beautiful than ever.
"I can't wait for you to come see me in the morning," she said as I started up my van.
"I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world," I said as I put my van in drive.
"Good night Justin," Trista said as she leaned in for one last kiss.
Our last kiss lasted for an extended period of time. Our tongues explored every facet of each other's mouth's. Our tongues traced over each other's teeth and lips. Finally our faces parted and Trista stood up.
"Good night sweetie," I said as I slowly began to pull away.
"Goodnight," Trista shouted as I drove away.
Looking in the mirror I could see her standing in the street as she waved at me. I honked the horn lightly and stuck my arm out the window and waved back. I turned down the next street and was out of sight.
Suddenly my mind began to focus on the main event. I found my pulse rapid and realized that I was driving too fast.
"Slow down," I said to myself as I eased off of the gas pedal.
I turned down the next street and wondered what Kate had in store for me tonight. I never saw a main event before and here I was about to be on center stage with Kate.
I turned the next corner and drove down the alley behind the Sea Side Diner. There were cars everywhere and I had to search for a parking space. Finally at the other end of the alley I found a space big enough for my van. I parked and just sat there for a few minutes. Finally I pushed the door open and got out of my van.
As I began to walk toward the door I pulled my wallet out and looked for my key card. I pulled it from my wallet and walked up to the door. I slid the key card into the slot and it made that familiar buzzing sound. I pulled the door open and walked up to the next door where Ted was sitting.
"Hi Ted," I said as I handed him my card.
He didn't even look at it as he just handed it back to me. He looked both ways down the hallway before turning back to me.
"Kate wants you to come to her office, its that door over there," he said as he pointed to Kate's door down the hallway.
I eased past Ted and began walking to Kate's office. I could feel my heart beating even faster as I neared the dark wooden door. I reached out for the knob and turned it. The door was locked so I knocked lightly on the window. A couple seconds later I heard the same buzzing sound that I hear when I enter the club.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. I stepped into the nearly dark office and saw Kate sitting behind her desk. A small lamp on top of a book case was the only light in the room and it was really dim.
I walked toward Kate's desk and sat down in the chair in front of her desk. Kate just stared at me as I sat down, eyeing me from head to toe. She reached for her cigarette and took a puff before snuffing it out in the ashtray.
All I could see of Kate was from her stomach up. Her legs were under her desk and her hair was put up. The shirt she was wearing however caught my attention as it was just a cut off tee shirt which only covered part of her breasts. As I sat there across from her I could see the bottom's of her bare breasts.
"Hello Justin," Kate said softly as she continued to gaze into my eyes.
"Hello," I said softly as my gaze shifted back and forth from her eyes to her magnificent breasts.
"I asked Ted to send you here because I need to talk to you about something that could change both of our lives drastically," Kate said as a slight smile crept across her face.
"Like what?" I asked as I had a slightly puzzled look on my face.
"Turn your chair around and watch," Kate said as she pulled a desk drawer out and reached inside for something.
Since I was sitting on one of those cushioned desk chairs I was able to just swivel the chair around. Suddenly a television set turned on. It was no ordinary TV, rather it was huge. It had to be at least sixty inches. What I saw next totally caught me off guard.
My mouth dropped to the floor as I saw myself on the television set. It was a video of Kate tying me up to the stage for my test. As I sat here watching myself, I began to get incredibly aroused.
"You, you recorded us?" I asked as I continued to watch myself on the big screen TV.
"I record everything that happens on the stage," Kate said as I heard her scoot her chair back and stand up.
"I have nine camera's positioned all around the stage so I can capture virtually any angle," Kate said as I could hear her begin to walk as her heels clicked on the floor.
"I have microphones hidden in the floor of the stage to record all sounds from moaning to heavy breathing, she said as she came into my side view.
I paused from watching the video for a moment to look at Kate as she now stood right next to me. She looked incredible as she wore a pair of denim cutoff's that were cut way too short. My cock began to strain in my pants as I looked at Kate's ass as her cheeks were totally exposed. I slid my eyes down her long luscious legs until my eyes rested on her feet which were perched high atop a sexy pair of open toe heels.
"Like what you see?" Kate asked as she quickly swung one leg over my lap and sat down, facing me as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Oh God Justin we can become rich," Kate said as she leaned in and kissed me passionately on the mouth.
"How so? I said as I now became the aggressor and leaned in to kiss her.
Our mouth's came together and our tongues met as I could feel her warm breath as it cascaded down my face. I could feel Kate squeeze me tighter around my neck and around my legs with her silky thigh's.
"Look over my shoulder," Kate said as she turned her head and looked at the action on the television.
I looked over her shoulder and watched myself on the television just as Kate slid her long slender toes across my lips. I could see the look of lust in my own eyes as I sucked her big toe into my mouth. I became incredibly aroused as Kate turned back to me and kissed me again passionately.
I felt Kate lean against me and reach behind me for something on top of her desk. She leaned back and held a video tape up for me to see. I wicked grin flashed across her face again as she set the tape back down on the edge of her desk.
"Baby we can make it big," Kate said as she again glanced back over her shoulder to look at the television set.
On the television set I was now in a heated sixty nine with Kate. Her breasts were hanging down and I could see them as the camera angle changed. Kate again turned back and faced me.
"I have a buyer that is interested," Kate said as she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
"What kind of buyer?" I asked as our tongues met in mid air.
Our breathing grew heavier as I could feel Kate pressing her crotch against the bulge in my pants. A slight moan escaped both of our mouth's as our faces grew apart.
"What are you talking about Kate?" I asked as I was growing more and more curious.
Kate reached back over my shoulder and picked up the remote control for the TV. She spun around and stopped the tape for a second and fast forwarded it. She looked so incredibly hot as she continued to sit on my lap. As we sat there I couldn't help but wonder how wild the main event would be.
Suddenly Kate pressed play on the remote. The picture came on the set and my jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
"Oh My Fucking God," I said out loud as I watched myself reaching up Mrs. Graph's dress and slide her thong down her legs.
"That's right Justin, I have that scene on your copy too," Kate said as she whirled back around and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Baby all we need to do is to put one more hot and wild scene on this tape and we can sell it to one of my contacts and make a lot of money," Kate said with a twinkle in her eye as she pressed her crotch into my bulge even harder.
"You mean other people have looked at this?" I said with a quizzical look on my face.
"Yeah," Kate said as she kissed my forehead.
"And they love it," she said as she cupped my face with her soft lovely hands and kissed me full on the mouth.
"I don't know about this," I said as I looked past Kate and watched myself eating out my teacher as she was helplessly shackled to that small black bench.
"Just think of the money," Kate said as she glanced back at the action.
"All it takes is three scenes on a tape and we can sell them for an outrageous price," Kate said as she looked back into my eyes.
She felt incredible as she sat on my lap. I continued to watch the action as Kate began to slowly grind her pussy against my cock.
"How much money are we talking?" I asked.
"We'll split it fifty fifty. You perform and I'll edit and produce the tapes," Kate said with a huge smile on her face.
"How much is fifty fifty?" I asked cautiously.
"One hundred grand per tape so fifty thousand each," Kate said as she kissed me over and over.
I leaned back with an astonished look on my face. I couldn't believe that I could make so much money just from having sex. I suddenly began thinking about Trista and how it would be nice to be able to buy her everything she ever wanted.
Looking down into Kate's eyes I said, "Where do I sign?" as I reached in front of Kate and cupped her virtually exposed breasts.
Kate kissed me and pushed my hands off of her breasts, causing my fingers to slide over her nipples and nipple studs.
"Save that for the main event," Kate said as she lifted her sweet bottom off of my lap and stood up.
I watched as Kate walked around to the other side of her desk. I turned back and watched myself begin to cum all over Mrs. Graph. Looking back at Kate, she stood next to me with a paper to sign.
I turned my chair around as the video on the television ended. Kate had a pen laying on the form for me to sign. With a shaky hand I picked up the pen. I scribbled my name on the paper and looked up into her eyes.
"Now lets go make that hundred grand," Kate said as she picked up the paper and placed it back in the desk drawer.
She walked over to a closet door and opened it. Inside I could see a variety of outfits. Several pair of sexy shoes lined the floor of the closet. Kate reached in and pulled out a a bright red dress.
She turned and held up the sexy dress in front of her. It was a full length gown with a slit that went high up the side.
"Do you like?" Kate asked as she looked at me and tilted her head to the side.
All I could do was nod my head as I couldn't wait to get to the main event. My cock was rock hard in my pants and I needed to have it released soon for fear of breaking my zipper.
I watched as Kate turned her back to me and hung the dress back up in the closet. Just then she reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head. From my angle I could see the sides of her breasts as they hung freely. Before I knew it she unbuttoned her denim shorts and dropped them to the floor.
I couldn't believe that Kate was standing before me naked as she changed. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she picked up a red thong. She opened the waistband and stepped into it, pulling it completely up to her waist. I watched in astonishment as the thin strap disappeared into her ass crack.
Kate reached over and picked up her dress and quickly slipped into it. She adjusted the thin spaghetti straps evenly on her shoulders before turning to face me.
I watched as she bent down and picked up a sexy pair of shoes before turning around and walking toward her desk.
"I have a wild main event planned," Kate said as she pulled her desk drawer open and pulled out a pair of pearl earrings.
I grinned as I watched her push the earring studs through her ear lobes. She tilted her head slightly as she placed the second pearl on her other ear.
"Baby were gonna be so fucking rich," Kate said as she reached down into her desk drawer and pulled out a pearl necklace.
"God that's going to be so fucking wonderful," I said as I reached up and caught the sexy shoes that Kate just tossed at me.
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