J. Benford - The Family Haven

"I hear you fuck with Silas," he mumbled to her. "I let my wife go with him, too. I think a good strong bull-prick of a man like that does a woman good. I'm afraid you won't find me as satisfying as him," he added with a smile, "but afterwards I want you to be truthful and tell me how I compare with him." There was a wicked gleam in his old eyes as he went on. "And I want you to tell me how I compare with your husband, Mrs. Miller. I have him calling at my office in the morning for a long sales discussion, and it will be invigorating to be talking to him and knowing that I fucked his pretty wife last night, won't it? And better still if I know how his wife rates my cock and his."

Brenda was trembling, partly with disgust at this line of conversation and also with the eager anticipation of the pleasure she was going to get. The old man watching her, she reached behind her back and undid her zipper. He moved to help her get her frock up over her head, and then stepped back to get the full beauty of her breasts as she unhooked the bra, and shrugged the slim shoulder harness down so that the cups fell away from her milky white breasts.

The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion under this man's cock, this elderly employer of her husband's talents, filled her with an excited lust. This was being naughty with a vengeance. She found herself wishing she could be an unseen party in the office the next morning when Tim and this man had their discussion. It would be so bizarrely thrilling to know both men had enjoyed her cunt-pleasures.

What on earth would Tim say and think if he knew the old man, his own boss, had had his cock up Brenda's twat the previous night? Old Dimmock dropped to his knees in front of her, and his cracked hands gripped the top of her panties and dragged them down a few inches. She held her breath as he leaned forward and implanted a hot kiss on the warm belly flesh that her panties had been covering. He seemed to change his mind, stood up again and with a sharp, "Take them down, honey," he started to take off his own clothes. Brenda soon had her panties slide down to her ankles and was stepping out of them. She climbed on to the bed and lay on her back to await him as he at last got rid of all his clothing. She saw his dong was thick and erect and quite long. His pecker was not as large as Silas', but he was every bit as much a man as her husband, and the sight of that throbbing hard length of male prick made her anxious and impatient.

"Come on… come on darling," she heard herself mumbling, almost against her will. "Come and do it to me. I feel just in the mood now."

He was on the bed with her, his face down to her titties, her nipples being tweaked by his old fingers, and guided to his lips. She spread her legs, her cunt muscles were working, but they had nothing to work on, no stiff dick to lap onto… she began to realize her real need for a man… She was now inwardly glad to have this chance to get more sexual pleasure and relaxation. What a change had come over her, she pondered, to be so urgently seeking release, and from a stranger at that. Before that dinner-dance at the club, anyone who had suggested to her she would ever be lying wanting another man to put in his cock up her cunt, she would have thought not only dirty-minded but insane… and yet here she was, horny and anxious for this old man, her husband's boss, to fuck her.

Eagerly Dimmock gripped her twin asscheeks in his fists and held her while he twisted his body round. She had hold of his throbbing dick and guided the long thick cock to her warm wet cunt as he lowered himself to her. She gasped as he slowly entered her, she humped and ground up at him until his hard stomach was compressed slowly and closely against her soft heaving belly, and she raised her legs to lock them around his back. She was a woman in need of a man… it did not matter who the man was… she was getting the stiff dick she craved. Dimmock gripped her shoulders, and hammered away for dear life at her gripping cunt… at last he was screwing the desirable Mrs. Miller… at last he was sharing her luscious sexy cunt-hole with that good-looking husband of hers. He was intent on showing her that if he could not match the virility of an exceptional man like stallion Silas, he could at least out-fuck her husband. Old Dimmock was capable of showing more control and restrain than Tim Miller. For the first time in her life, Brenda came twice with the same rigid cock in her. She thought for one wonderful moment he was going to fetch her to the hump-peak three times, but he was unable to perform that feat and was pumping his scum into her when she was midway up the slope from her second come to her third.

Afterwards she admitted quite truthfully to a happy Andrew Dimmock that she had enjoyed it with him as much, if not more, than when her husband did it to her. Dimmock smiled at her. She was going to be a real asset to Marko if she enjoyed fucking this much with his elderly clients. He wondered which lucky client would be the first to use her lovely asshole, which man would be content to let her use her mouth on him without her body? Which man, he reflected, would be the first to get her to use the electric vibrator on him? Which of Marko's many clients would be the first to get her to wear a rubber dildo and bugger him?

Which man would be the first to watch her "perform" with another woman?

Oh, yes, there were plenty of first-timers to be enjoyed by and with this attractive young wife now that she was in the clutches of Marko.

As far as Andrew Dimmock was concerned, it had been money very well spent to be allowed the pleasure of screwing this attractive wife of one of his young salesmen. He wondered how long it would be before Tim Miller discovered his attractive consort was being whored. He would make a good virile stud for Mrs. Dimmock now his employer came to think of it. The old man chuckled to himself. Marko had achieved so much already, maybe a word in his ear and the necessary hump-arrangements might be made.

Julie Taylor was not normally a shy girl, nor for that matter a timid girl in any sense of the word. At nineteen she had lost the schoolgirlish outlook on the world and those about her, as long as she was mixing with her own age group. When a perfectly normal, healthy girl as attractive as Julie looks upwards to older ages-well, anyone over thirty is middle-aged, and over thirty-five they must be well past it! It was perhaps this normal attitude towards older folk that made her just a little tremulous now as she waited in the very luxurious, sweet-smelling apartment of a certain gentleman of Oriental origin, whom she knew to be well past his fifties, and in her eyes a very old man.

Tse Ling had kept her waiting while he bathed and changed. It had been through a small theatrical agency that he part-owned that he had first become aware of this pretty girl who now waited for him in his scented living-room. Julie Taylor had taken part in many amateur theatricals while she had been in college. When she had taken a job as a fullytrained shorthand-typist with a firm in the West End of London, she had — more for a joke than anything else — visited the small office of the Ling-Tan Theatrical Agency, which happened to be close to her place of employment. If any part-time aspiring actresses were needed, she would be pleased to do some more acting, not that she wanted it as a full-time occupation but more as a hobby. She had been surprised at the utmost care the woman in the Agency had taken in getting the full details of the young lady calling on them, and she had been even more surprised when a few weeks later she had a letter from the Agency explaining that they were engaging a few young ladies of limited experience, like herself, at a salary that made Julie's eyes boggle, and if she was interested she was to present herself at an address given in the letter on Tuesday evening next at seven-thirty.