Extending the MILF List Ch. 08

"And you both stay out of jail." Alissa added archly, doing her attorney persona too.

Becky shook her head. "I don't believe you. You're a liar!" She looked at Alissa. "That never happened! Tell me he's lying! How can you let him do this to us?"

Alissa was caught off guard and for once appeared flustered and wordless.

"Maybe she should show us. They could do it right here, prove it happened by doing it again." Lovely Kline spoke in her breathy, don't-look-at-my-big-huge-tits voice. It was like Mr. Freeze zapped the entire room. Absolutely no one moved.

Finally, after an extremely long silence. Becky Kline looked at me, then at Alissa. "I think that's a perfect idea. You want me to have sex with him, prove that it happened. Let him have sex with you while we all watch." The look of triumph on her face clearly indicated she thought she had hit on the perfect pin to burst this swindler's bubble.

I wanted to inform the former Mrs. Kline that she had just bet all her clothes and her considerable ass on a losing proposition but on reflection, decided a little demonstration might be fun. Since Alissa showed a hint of willfulness in my regard, it might be just the thing to put the toothpaste back into the tube with her, and get her back on her knees, so to speak.

Alissa looked back at me and her chin lifted a bit.

I smiled. "Mrs. Honeywell, I do believe your bluff has been called. Since you and Mrs. Kline are all in, I suggest you decide if you will accommodate her challenge and revert to what you are to me. I must insist that you prove your charge to this woman. It seems most reasonable."

Alissa looked back and forth between the former Mrs. Kline and me. My eyes never left her cleavage. About the third time she tried to get my attention for a stern glare for my benefit, she realized I wasn't kidding. On of her hands moved to cover her cleavage, fluttering into my pointed stare. "Oh!" She whispered, and suddenly the attorney was gone and she stood before me as my obedient servant, looking for direction. Mr. Cock was ready.

I stood up.

Alissa nodded. "Close the shutters, will you."

No one moved, so I did and did. The office beyond the windows disappeared as I went from window to window, lowered and closed the blinds. I turned to Becky. "If I fuck her, will you be content?" My evil little head was becoming active. "Or do you want to see me fuck them all? All the women I have had so far in pursuit of Mr. Kingston's wishes?"

I think she thought I was offering her a life line. She did not see the hook. She leaped at it and bit down hard.

"Of course I want to see them all. Right here. Right now. You want me to submit to this sort of arrangement and I will but only if you fah, fah, fuck them all right here. Right now."

She was learning. Her voice trembled around the word "fuck" and her chin was not thrust out quite so far as before. Tits were. Ass, too. Chin, not so far. I bet her body was just realizing she had bet the farm and that included the country pussy.

I nodded. "Alissa. You first. No, wait, please ask Miss Collier to join us and Mrs. Swearington too." I looked at Bickerstaff. "Why don't you ask Dannielle to join us. She is part of this and it might make Becky a little more compliant if she saw your wife bent over this table." He snuffled and snorted and left the room, phone to his ear.

Becky Kline looked positively sick.

I looked at her, "Listen, Mrs. Kline, I have no wish to humiliate you or force you to do anything you do not want to do. You have the right to refuse because as you say, this could be just talk. I will even call Mrs. Kingston to join us and I will undress them all and copulate with each of them in turn. You can watch. If you feel that this is beyond your willingness, I will go and Alissa and the others can unravel this mess. Your choice.

"If you agree, however, I am going to ask your daughter and the present Mrs. Kline to participate. They are, after all, part of the terms. I will do my part in good faith, I just ask that you watch and consider if it is too much to submit to this condition for everyone's sake, your own most of all. But Mrs. Kline, I only want to have sex with you if you want to have sex with me at that moment. My advice, get yourself ready because I am going to require that you watch me fuck them all. You asked for it, now shut up and watch it happen."

Alissa had left and returned with Ellen Collier.

I felt a little bad about boning her behind Sammy's back but I figured once I cleared the way with Alissa, something else I had to add to my list, he'd owe me. This was just prepayment.

"Hi Sonny. What are you doing here?" Ellen asked, curiosity in her voice.

Clara Swearington shouldered in the door behind her, pushing her out of the way. She was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, her billows of blond hair seemed to light up the room, like she was a big ball of tits and sunshine.

"Alissa said to come in and see you, Mr. Duncan." She seemed utterly unconcerned about the other people in the room. Mr. Bickerstaff returned and Alissa arrived behind him. Her tight, form-hugging straight business skirt was gone, replaced by a cream colored midi that swished when she walked. It clashed in style with her business jacket and silk blouse. The midi would be much easier to lift up. It screamed accessibility and conscious accessibility, even inviting it, like a white angle suit before baptism.

Rebecca Kline stared at Alissa's lower body, fixated on the transformation. The first hint that maybe she had gambled on a pair of two's glinted in her fierce eyes.

Alissa closed the door. "I called Mrs. Kingston. She is on the way. I explained you wanted her. She said she'd be here in a twenty or thirty minutes."

I rubbed my hands together, "Fine, let's get started." That felt so awkward, so off, I dropped the pose and looked around the room. I felt like I should say something but had not a word in mind. I looked at Clara and she smiled that voracious, carnivorously sexual smile she perfected and used, the one that said she'd eat her young for a good fuck.

I walked over to her, took one of her hands gently in mine and led her to the table. Portia and Lovely moved their chairs away from the table, scooting them back to the wall. Bickerstaff had returned and moved the other three chairs out of the way, clearing the table length facing the door. Becky Kline sat across the table from me and Wilfred Kline sat at the other end on her side.

I turned Clara to the table, facing Becky Kline. I put my hands on her hips. "You were fucking Mr. Bickerstaff, right, Miss Swearington?"

She nodded. "But now I only have sex with you."

"Or whoever I tell you to have sex with?"

She nodded dumbly. She trembled, like her body was ready to be bred and impatience rattled through her.

I was watching Becky's face past the blond fluff and the look said it all. Her face was a mask that said "I cannot believe this is happening." Frankly, I felt the same way. An infusion of energy roared in me and I felt the same thrill I had felt in Alissa's office with Sid and Mom, Melissa, Annie and Alissa. But this time I had a much larger audience.

I glanced at Ellen who was looking around at us like we were preparing to eat her, I mean like cannibals at a potluck supper sort of eating, not that other way. She had that "fight or flight" look on her face, not the "when is it my turn" sort of expression.

For my part, all I could think about was the challenge of fucking seven women right in a row without making a mess of things, literally and figuratively. Alissa looked positively horrified but resolved, or perhaps resigned. After all, I was doing this to help her. It seemed her whole professional position in life depended on having sex with me at that moment as the leverage to get what she needed from Mrs. Kline the former.

"Miss Swearington..."

"Call me Clara. I like that so much better."

"Clara, I am going to have sex with you because Mrs. Kline, the first Mrs. Kline does not believe I have fucked whom we say I have fucked. Part of her situation means she has to fuck me when I say, how I say and where I say. She says I am lying. That I haven't fucked you and others. So she is going to see with her own eyes that you and the others are willing to fuck me and have fucked me."

Clara giggled. She had no good sense at all. I liked that about her. "Will you kiss me first, at least? I like a kiss to start with."

"Of course." I lifted my hands from her hips and the woman turned immediately before me and molded her voluptuous body against mine. I kissed her and she kissed me. I found my hands on Clara's lean sides and consciously moved them down to her plush ass, squeezing it hard. She ground her crotch on the arch of my thigh, making unsubtle little fucking movements.

I broke the kiss, feeling the confusion in my body because of the awareness of the audience tangled up with the sensations of her body against me and her lips on mine. I kissed her again, closing my eyes and focusing, fixing my attention on seducing this woman. She writhed in my arms.

"Oh Christ." Someone said. I thought it was Portia Kline because the voice sounded new but I could not be sure. I was not focusing so missed it. I was focusing, however, on the dress Clara wore. She had the tight business skirt on similar to Alissa's, but a showy pink but straight so that it hugged her frame. I guess business attire means something that makes a fast fuck difficult, but demands the commitment involved in removing it.

While I kissed Clara, my hands sought and found the zippers and snaps on each side of her skirt, running down each hip. I unsnapped her skirt and slowly pulled each zipper down till the skirt waffled around her. Clara's mouth opened and the kiss smoked up into flames. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and my snaked right back. We writhed together for a moment till she arched her back and the loose skirt slipped off the ridge of her waist.

"Oh my god." That was surely Becky.

I released Clara and she leaned away from me, a silly smile on her face, but her eyes shown. It was like she was high. I think the audience enthralled her and excited her beyond measure and she was loopy from the sensation. Her skirt hung for a moment on her hips and then slithered down her lean legs to the floor.

She wore a half-slip which I pulled off her hips. She stood with her hands on my shoulders. I pulled it down, crouching before her breasts to move it off her hips and down to her knees.

"Stop. Stop. I'll sign. I do whatever you want to do." Becky said, her voice tight, almost squeaking.

I stood up and turned Clara around. She wore thigh-highs and conservative panties. "Mrs. Kline, may I call you Becky?" I stopped, clearly waiting for an answer. While I waited, I worked Clara's panties off her hips, exposing her pussy to the world.

"Yes. Of course. Please stop. Don't do that. I don't want to see this!"

"Mrs. Kline the first, its is either her, or you, your daughter and Mrs. Kline the second. If you want this to stop. Come kiss me and tell everyone you wish me to fuck you. Then I will."

She stared at me, then slowly shook her head. "I can't." She whispered tightly.

I shrugged. I moved a hand up to Clara's breasts and squeezed one then the other through top and bra and then smoothed it down her pulsing body to her pussy. She was damp with anticipation. I ran a finger down her furrow and up again, over and over till she wiggled in my arms and a dribble of fluid emerged from her thrumming body.

I pushed my finger into her. Clara gasped and jerked, her hips poking forwards, jamming my probe into her body. Her pussy clinched on my finger and I wriggled it around, making a wet sloshing sound in the suddenly sepulcher room. I leaned against Clara's back, pulling her back against me. I whispered in her ear. "Ask for it." I said softly.

"Uh, oh please, Sonny. Fuck me!"

Not eloquent but perfectly adequate. I craned me head around her and looked at Becky. "I think you misunderstand. This is not all about you. Oh, yes, you have to watch because when I am done, you will decide what happens next. Do you surrender your body to me or do you crush yourself and everyone else that matters or mattered to you? In the meantime, this woman wishes to be fucked." To punctuate my words, I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades.

Clara's high sexual IQ registered properly my intentions and she bent over. She lay down onto the table like a settling blanket onto a made bed. She turned her head to the right. She seemed perfectly comfortable, at ease bent over a table in the office. "Do you want to take off my blouse?"

I hesitated. God, I did but I demurred. Seven women had to take my cock so I needed to keep a cock for them to take. Conserve, conserve, conserve, I thought. Does that make me a conservative?

Clara was trembling, the anticipation roiling through her on waves of adrenalin. I moved back a half step and unhooked my belt. The buckle clanked in the silence. Clara hissed, sucking air past her teeth as a counter melody. I unzipped my fly and that sound seemed unnaturally loud in the silence. I uncovered my cock, shoving my pants and briefs down to my knees. I shuffled forward, bending my cock so that its dripping end touched the bare back of Clara's leg.

She flinched, jerking hard when she felt it on her skin. I put my hands on her ass and adjusted her, opened her and revealed her pussy.

"He's going to do it." There was that voice again. "He is going to fuck her!" Even though the voice was strange, I heard the fascinated amazement in it.

I did. I positioned the end of my cock at Clara's entrance, questing through the folds of her pursed pussy and finding it, entered her.

"Oh god, yes!" She hissed, "He is fucking me!" Her voice lowered a couple of octaves to a sensual contralto. "Oh god, he feels so good inside me!" Her head lifted in front of me. "His cock, uh, his cock is, uh, in me." She grunted.

I pulled back and rammed my cock into her again. She bucked and wheezed with the impact of her hips and legs against her ass. Clara kept her head up and after a moment, I assume I saw Rebecca Kline's eyes shift from me to meet the blond woman's gaze.

"Stop it. I surrender." Becky Kline said, biting off the words.

I looked up from the blond woman bent before me. "What do you surrender?" I asked, staring directly into her eyes. I give her credit, she met my gaze with an intense one of her own. I could not tell the source of the intensity but I felt something was stirring in her, something she did not want me to know about. A guy can hope, can't he? What an ass!

"Don't do this. Stop. Let her go."

"Do you want me to stop?" I said, wondering who would answer. Clara immediately shook her head. Her pussy writhed around my cock, massaging me by clinching and relaxing over and over. God but she felt good.

I pulled out of her. I patted her back. "You can go, Clara. Thank you."

For a few moments she did not move. I think everyone else stopped breathing. Finally, she straightened, picked up her shed clothing and moved away from the table. She pulled up her skirt, settled her appearance and walked out with the slip and panties bunched in one hand.

I looked at Becky, questions in my eyes. "Well? Are you ready? Do you want to go next? If you do, it is only the first time. It will be an admission, and agreement that you are going to make your body available to me as I wish, when I wish, where I wish." Her head was shaking so I shrugged and turned, away from her, my glistening cock bouncing before me.

I saw the immediate terror in Ellen's eyes so I pointed at Alissa. "Mrs. Honeywell, if you please, come suck my cock. Clean me off for Miss Collier, will you?"

Alissa moved easily, no reservation in her motion, by now the shift from attorney to sex machine was fluid and seamless. The earth mother midi twitched and jumped as her hips swished back and forth. She knelt before me, steadying herself with one hand, took my cock between a thumb and forefinger. I realized that Becky was behind me and could not see clearly and was about to twist about when I glanced at Lovely and Portia and saw their faces. Both were transfixed, some sort of rapture showing clearly in their eyes.

I left Alissa to it, her intense eyes on my shining cock, hidden from Rebecca Kline. She licked around the head, kissed it and then sucked in into her mouth. Back and forth her head bobbed, cleaning me with her lush lips. A film formed around her mouth and she stopped sucking me to lick it off with her tongue. She made to return my cock to her mouth and I was sorely tempted. Seven, I thought, seven. At that moment, someone tapped on the door and it opened.

Dannielle Bickerstaff slipped inside. Ellen's face went through several changes, ending with a deep flush, nearly the color of her short red hair.

"Oh, I see." Dannielle said. "Sonny, how are you." She smiled, her voluptuous lips parting. She moved to sit down but I signed for her to come closer instead. Alissa got up and moved out of the way.

"Mrs. Bickerstaff, thank for coming, but oh, you haven't yet." Cheap, very cheap. "I wonder if you would mind laying down on the table."

She did not hesitate. She moved past me and assumed the same position that Clara had been in minutes before she arrived.

"God, really? Are you really going to do them all?" Becky looked at me now, her face had a fixed look of shock and disbelief on it. Her pupils contracted to the size of the heads of pins.

I nodded. "Them or you. Your decision. Take off that dress and you can stop the rest."

Her mouth worked but she did not move.

Dannielle wore a fluffy blue skirt that ended at the knees. I pulled it up, exposing her hips and ass. She wore a tiny thong, a garter belt and black stockings. The straps lined her legs in four places, accenting her full thighs. With finger and thumb, I delicately moved the string of her thong out of the cleft of her pussy, pushing it to one side. She shuddered. She was wet, completely sopped with her inner approval of her situation. I placed my cock at her pussy and scrapped it along the furrow.

"Oh god." Dannielle whispered.

"Dannielle, please tell Mrs. Kline the first that you will have sex with me anytime I wish."

"Oh yes, please, now. Please, please wish to fuck me now! I, yes, any time you call, I will come and then come as often as you wish. Oh god, I am so excited!" She sounded astonished at her own babbling response.

I entered her. Just the head of my cock at first, insinuated through the pillars of her pussy bulging between the cheeks of her ass. Then deeper, slowly into her slick depths. I moved side to side as I penetrated her throbbing body, prying her open, like she was an overripe peach, shoving into her the thing she desired so much.

Dannielle grunted and pushed back. Her legs were longer than Clara's and I slid directly into her body. She arched her back and I rammed my cock home, like a tamping rod down the barrel of a cannon. I gripped her hips and shoved into her till we were sealed together. I stopped.

"Oh no, don't stop." Dannielle cried. "Fuck me, for god's sake!" Her tinny, accented voice made the only sound in the room.

"Yes, fuck her." That voice again. I resolved to glance in that direction next time I heard it to verify who was speaking. I looked down the back of the beautiful woman in whom I had planted my cock, looking directly at Beck Kline.

Shall I?" I asked softly, eyes meeting Becky's.

"Shall you what?" Becky asked, her voice strong once more.

"Fuck her. Like she wants. Do you want to see my cock scraping the sides of her pussy and slamming deep into her body?"