Extending the MILF List Ch. 08

Ahmay regarded me for a few moments, eye lashes batting every few seconds, but slowly, like she was getting sleepy. I was certainly not woozy.

"I don't think you'll disappoint me, Sonny but I wouldn't advise you to disappoint me either. What's the matter, don't like the pressure." When I shifted uneasily in my chair, she relented. "I cannot make you any guarantees. I presumed that you were the sort of guy who did not worry about disappointing a girl. You know you won't."

I felt the challenge but it was a soft challenge, a probe, testing to see if I was turtles all the way down. I nodded. "Listen, I don't regret doing what I do. I love women and I like giving them what they want, when I want to do so, if I can. But life is complicated and sometimes I like to run screaming into the fire just because I haven't done it before. Usually once is enough but other times I find things I have not expected and they turn out to be surprising, surprising and wonderful."

She smiled. "Like Mrs. Honeywell."

I returned her grin and nodded vigorously. "Yes, like Mrs. Honeywell."

"She has a son, yes?"

"Yes."

"What does he think of you having sex with his mother?"

Oh my, how to answer this question. Luckily, my phone rang.

"Speak of the devil."

"And the devil appears." Alissa's husky voice rippled into my brain.

"Your ears burning? We were just talking about you."

"Sonny, can you come to the office? I mean now?"

I glanced at the clock on my phone. "I have a class in twenty minutes. I imagine it will be short but maybe not. Besides, I have no car, it could take two hours by bus. You'd give me a ride home, right?"

"Shut up and listen. I am going to have a car pick you up. I, I need you down here right now."

"What about class?" She seemed really rattled. She had not even bothered to ask who I was talking about her with.

"It'll take me a while to arrange the car. Go to class and then call me. If I am not available, go to that pizza place where you and your friends meet during the week. I'll send the car there. Don't delay, I need you down here right now or things are going to get messy. The car will bring you to my office."

I started to press for details but then said okay and hung up. "Hey, Ahmay, I have to go. Let's do this again."

She regarded me for a few minutes. She smiled. She shook her head. "No, I need five minutes. I'll quit messing around and get to the point. I want to watch you with another woman. I want to see someone make love, you know, before you and I, before we...before you have sex with me. I want to watch you, her, see how it is done."

Five minutes? Shit, the girl could have all day. I sensed she was not done, and I was right. I nodded. "You, yes, you said that."

"And, and I want to see you with two women. I want to see how, how they are with each other, what they do. When, when you and I, when we get together, I want to have another woman there. Just to start with, maybe but, but then maybe she joins us."

I thought my head was going to come loose and roll under the table. I swear I felt a breeze on my liver. "Uh, okay. I mean..." She was repeating herself, or seemed to me like she was. Wasn't she? Or had I just imagined it before?

She lifted a hand. "I am not done. I, I want it to be Mrs. Honeywell." Now she stopped and her eyelashes fluttered. She lay a hand over her heart and I got distracted wishing I was her hand. God, what tits! The guardians of the heart? I shook with the adrenalin of desire. I was trembling, violently, like I caught a chill or someone was walking over my grave, the fuckers.

I nodded. "Go on but I have to get to class in a minute." I felt foolish for pushing her and proud for not saying yes, anything you want, like a carpet man.

Ahmay nodded. "I like you Sonny. I want you to do everything to me. Pussy. Mouth. Ass. I want it all, but I want to see it first, watch you with her, with Mrs. Honeywell and then with her and another woman. I, I presume she will do that for me, won't she? I mean, make love to a woman while I watch?"

My mouth was completely dry. I suddenly felt a new cold draught up my spine. Was this a setup? I consciously shrugged. If it was, whoever was behind it had me pegged to a T because there was no way I was turning this down. If Rodney was going to kill me, I just hoped he'd wait till I had the chance to avoid disappointing his sister. Suddenly I understood his willingness to let her watch, and I thought I was a perv! I swallowed hard.

"That, that is a lot to take in. I, I think I need to think about it." I waved a hand at her. "Not because I am dubious or anything but just to figure out how to make this work, with Mrs. Honeywell and everything."

I could have swallowed the bait, hook and all but I thought, after my experience with D. Debra to keep my particular arrangement with Alissa private for the moment. The only thing I had to do was pick which of my MILFs I wanted to add to the tableau Ahmay had just painted for me.

"I, yes, I, those things should be no problem." No problem! How is that the right phrase? I felt like I was looking under Lady Liberty's skirts.

"I like you, Sonny..."

"I like you too, Ahmay."

"Call me May. Just May. Only Rodney calls me Ahmay because, well Mrs. Honeywell and my Aunt...okay everyone calls me that but my name is May. Rodney always teases...but I am digressing." She grinned. "See, I know big words too!"

I had no response. I knew what "digressing" meant.

"Listen. I like you and I know all this, it will take some time. I was thinking maybe we could date, you know, like we were going out. See if what we feel for each other is real." Her eyes blinked rapidly. "You do feel it, don't you, Sonny? I mean, it isn't just me, is it?"

I heard the incipient panic in her, the feeling of striding confidently onto stage only to realize your skirt is tucked neatly into your pantyhose behind you. "No, Ahmay, I mean May, I do feel it too. I confess that the idea of joining you in bed seems wonderful to me. The rest, the rest I need to figure out but yes, of course. Anything. I, you are a beautiful woman, Ah...May, and I, yes, we'll go out."

I had a terrible moment of vertigo, like I got all the time when the sexual landscape shifted around me and I saw myself flying face first into a new pussy. She had basically said, let's go out, I promise we'll fuck but let's play like we are just dating. It was a whole new game of hide the pickle, and I was unsure about the rules.

I glanced at the clock. "Shit I have to go." I got up.

Ahmay, May grasped my hand, her cool skin finally touching mine. God, her cool skin felt scorching hot on my hand, a contradiction I know but I just calls them as I sees them. "Sonny, if you see Rodney, call me May and he'll, he'll know everything is fine. I never correct that with anyone else. I want to be just May to you so when you whisper in my ear that you want to take me to bed, call me May and I promise I will let you have whatever you wish."

I smiled at her and dashed for class, her assurance crammed in my pants like I was stealing link sausages from a street vender. I was late and got a glare from the professor. Fuck me, I was erect as a hairpin. I thought the whole class could see my bulge when I shuffled to my seat.

I was right, the class let out early but with homework. I had about forgotten about life as a student. I felt like a professional fucker, as much pussy as I had crowded into my holiday. For a poor middle classed boy from the suburbs, I had a pretty good vacation.

I was on the way to the Pizza place when Alissa called again.

"Thank god, you're out of class?"

"Almost there." I was distracted, thinking of doing Alissa while May watched. Fuck me runnin' what a thought! Alissa had said something. "What?"

"Hurry. I don't know how much longer I can stall."

"Stall?" I looked at phone and found I was talking to the hand, my hand. Fucker must have gotten lonely, since he got no work for a few months. I grinned but then I saw the limo. Shit. When Alissa said she sent a car she wasn't kidding.

The ride downtown was hair raising. The guy driving drove like they were chasing him and serious. When we got there he handed me a form to sign tapping the square for a tip as he told me to check the time.

"Before three like the lady asked."

I shrugged and gave him fifty bucks for a tip.

"Thanks, buddy. I'll remember you, dog."

I got out and went up. I arrived in the lobby of Pepper's et. al. and found Clara Swearington sitting there. She looked positively disheveled, worried even.

"Thank god, you're here." She said in a loud stage whisper. "I'll take you back."

I followed her back into the bowels of the office and ended up in a big conference room full of people, some I recognized like Bickerstaff and Kline, Alissa of course, and some I didn't. Alissa saw me approaching through the glass and met me at the door. She looked just like Clara, frazzled. A strand of her now kinky black hair trailed across her face and she seemed totally unaware. Being the prick I am, I thought it made her look damn sexy and I was all eager and shit to tell her May's terms.

"Thank god, Sonny, come in." She grasped my elbow and tugged me into the room. "He's here. Just like I said."

I had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"This is Sonny Duncan. See? Real. Now can we get on with things?"

I scanned the room and got a definite hostile vibration. A woman stood looking out the window and I swear she looked like every female proportion had been accented beyond reason. Her back to us showed an ass that bulged behind her like two couch cushions. Her breasts pulled her profile forward almost as much as her ass pulled her lower body backwards. Her legs were thick, but her waist was tiny by comparison, almost to the point that her mighty thighs appeared nearly as large as that waist. Plus, she wore a tight, blue dress that clung to her like bark to an aspen. I stared at her ass.

"Who do you say this is?" That woman spoke, her voice cut through the murmuring of the room.

"Sonny Duncan, like on the deed."

Ah, the apartment, I thought.

"Do you have identification young man?"

"Depends." I shot back. "Who the fuck are you?"

The woman looked like I had either slapped her face or squeezed her wondrous ass, no, she looked like I had done both and could not decide which one she liked more.

"Such language!" She sniffed.

I almost said, "Such an ass!" But I restrained myself. "I beg your pardon, ma'am, you caught me by surprise. Sensual women make me hostile when they are rude."

There was that look again, all confusion and mixed feelings now overlaid with a patina of frank irritation.

"I am Mrs. Wilfred Kline..." She got that far but Alissa cut in.

"You are the ex-Mrs. Wilfred Kline, Becky, let's not confuse anyone. And Becky, don't get snotty. Your name is on the deed with Wilfred's and so you are liable for fraud just like he is. You need to calm down."

Fraud? Suddenly, my chest unpuffed a little and I felt my cock deflate. The little guy had reared up right to attention when the woman before me said her name. Hadn't Sid insisted that I fuck her? For the sake of the business? Holy shit! What an ass! I feared I'd have to get extensions to fuck her from behind with a rump like that. I think I was immediately in love, well, in lust at least and yes, partly because I knew she was a sure thing. Sometimes we just don't know what we think we know, do we?

"Perhaps introductions would be best. For the boy's sake, at least."

I knew that voice. It was Wilfred Kline, his voice sounded like a weasel wrapped with cat gut, whatever that would sound like. Whiny, nasal, snotty, and tremulous all mashed into a gooey audio mess.

"This is my ex-wife Rebecca Kline and our daughter, Lovely. This is my present wife, Portia. Ladies, this is Mr. Sonny Duncan who represents Sid Kingston in this affair."

"And Mr. Peppers." Alissa added. "There are some provisions that Mr. Kingston and Mr. Peppers have agreed must be satisfied in order for Mr. Kingston to agree to make this matter of the apartment disappear without consequences for you all or Mr. Bickerstaff. Becky, please sit down while I explain what has happened."

After a snarling hesitation, the woman did. I longed to be her chair.

Alissa gestured to a couch near the door, not even a seat at the table, and I sat down. She proceeded to review what I came to understand to be the situation as she understood it. Everyone listened while she laid out the situation in more detail than I remember.

Basically, Bickerstaff and Kline had embezzled money from the partnership to purchase the apartment and then used fraudulent billings to make the payments and pay the management fees. Both had obtained their ex-wives' signatures to make the purchase appear as a personal purchase. In addition, this was the liquidation of Kline's prior divorce, which Rebecca Kline had determined included a share of the apartment. Her insistence on including it in unwinding their marriage had led to this tete a tete which put everyone in jeopardy, a point Alissa kept coming back to.

"So, just so everyone is clear," Alissa glared at Becky Kline, "if we cannot resolve this matter today, Mr. Kingston has the right to withdraw his business from this firm, at which point Mr. Peppers will file suit against you, Mr. Bickerstaff and you, Mr. Kline and have you both arrested for fraud and embezzlement. If that happens, Mrs. Kline, all of the financial holdings in the trust that the divorce setup will be frozen until such time as reparations are made for the lost capital and damages as awarded by arbitration are paid. By my estimate, if you do not sign this deal Mrs. Kline, you and your daughter would receive in the neighborhood of eighty-thousand dollars over the next ten years."

"Fuck." Mrs. Rebecca Kline swore. "After all the years I put in..."

"Now, Becky, we agreed not to quarrel." Wilfred Kline whined.

"Fuck you, Willy and you too, Mrs. Honeywell. Just tell me what I have to do to get my money so I can leave."

Alissa sighed. "As I explained, there is a provision that Mr. Kingston insists be satisfied to Mr. Duncan's satisfaction."

I felt her eyes on me. God, it was like laser eyes in a comic book and I was the hero, the hero with a hardon, it turned out, because I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what Alissa was about to say.

"Just what is this provision?" Becky Kline asked, her voice scything the air.

"Mr. Duncan, why don't you explain your instructions from Mr. Kingston."

Oh shit. Really? Really? What a pussy! Oh, well, yes.

"Mr. Duncan." Alissa turned to look at me and she smiled sweetly but I saw a tiny glint of revenge in her eyes. I had definitely neglected her. I stood up. Suddenly a calm came over me. A vision of Sid Kingston fucking my own mother with his monster cock played past my eyes, and I felt that chill I felt when his timpani voice interrupted me fucking his wife.

"Mrs. Kline, you are divorced now, but from what I just heard, you still have a financial interest in Wilfred's partnership in this law firm, correct?"

Startled by my calm, the woman nodded.

I looked at Mr. Kline. "You agreed with Sid Kingston when we met in Mrs. Honeywell's office to his terms? Nice to see you again, Wilfred, hello, again."

Wilfred Kline nodded mutely, sweating like he was getting a rectal exam from a nurse with long finger nails.

I nodded. I looked at the other two women in the room, "You are Mrs. Portia Kline?" I address a young black woman, not more than a few years older than me. She was slender, beautiful with long legs and perfectly proportioned tits. She had not spoken since I arrived and she said nothing now, but nodded. "And you are Becky and Wilfred's daughter, right? Lovely Kline?" I addressed the white girl next to Mrs. Kline, the present Mrs. Kline.

This girl looked about my age, maybe a year either way. She smiled shyly and nodded. Jesus, she looked stupid, took after her father not her firebrand mother but she was slender and had tits as big as her mother's on a frame as lean as a ten speed. I kept wondering if she was going to topple over onto her tits. The fall could not hurt her but the bounce afterward might do damage. I don't mean to be mean but she had the airy look of a young girl with a mammoth bust that says, "I am trying to ignore the fact that you are staring at my tits and will act as if they aren't huge, so please don't stare!" Her hair matched Becky's in tint but was long and lank and fell down to the middle of her back in wispy strands, airy like her manner.

I nodded.

I realized everyone was waiting on me and that caught me off guard. The silence had stretched and I had to speak so I did, just saying clearly and plainly what they were there to hear.

"In order to resolve this matter, you three women must agree to have sex with me as I wish till I am finished using you. And I will use you. Those are the terms and lest you think you are singled out for special attention, Mr. Bickerstaff's current wife has already submitted to my attentions, thank you for that Mr. Bickerstaff, you have a lovely wife, she is a delightful woman and an enthusiastic lay. Oh, and so we all understand each other, both of these men have had various other liaisons all of who have been surrendered to me and at least two of them have been fucked for their complicity in servicing these two gentlemen under duress. Their affections have been transferred to me and so far, they have not regretted it."

I stopped and waited.

Predictably, Becky Kline was the first to speak and she spluttered when she did. "I don't believe you for one minute and there is no way I will ever have sex with some young buck like you, handsome though your are, to help my husband out of a mess he created himself!" She stared defiantly at me.

I shrugged. "My work here is done. See ya'll around."

"No, please, wait. Becky, honey, stop and think a minute. This, this will ruin me, us, you. If, if you don't agree to do this, Mr. Kingston refuses to continue as our client, he will publish his audit findings and this partnership will collapse. I could go to jail."

"So what? You think I care?" She nearly launched into a new set of invectives but Alissa interrupted.

"Becky, calm down. Or don't. If Wilfred is indicted, you will be wearing stripes just like he will, or orange I guess it is now and with your figure, I doubt you'll look good in either."

Lovely Kline giggled, a wet spurt that earned her a harsh look from her mother.

Becky Kline took a huge breath and issued a sigh, that sounded impressive. "I am sorry," she said, sounding completely reasonable. "I do not believe any of this. I think it is a swindle and I refuse to listen to any more talk about copulation being involved in this. I came without representation because you asked me to but this is too much."

"Becky, honey," Wilfred Kline began, wheedling from the start but she cut him off.

"Don't call me that, Willy, those days are gone. I'd sooner knock boots with Mr. Duncan than let you touch me again!"

"Fine." His voice changed and the transformation was so remarkable I had to look twice to see if he was still the one talking. He suddenly sounded like the attorney he was. "Becky, listen to me. I watched this young man have sex with Mrs. Honeywell and then another woman with Mr. Kingston, oh, and Mrs. Kingston, Sid's wife, she sucked his cock, right in the room with us. I assure you, this is not a joke. I and Bicky, we both checked and Sid Kingston is famous for including sex with his business partners' women as part of his business dealings. I assure you, this is no setup. You have to have sex with this young man, now, here today and then he will sign these papers that change our fraud into a prior business transaction. It is the only way our partnerships remain intact."