Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

"What's up?"

"Um....It's just that..." Sarah had so much trouble concentrating, she felt herself stumbling over her words. Her pussy started to leak. And Mr. Michaels moved toward her ass with the anal beads. "It's just that I am worried about how much money we took this week." He started to rub the first bail against her asshole.

"What's the problem?" she said clearly a little irritated.

"It was a lot of money." The first ball popped into her ass and she gulped at the pain as it passed into her. "I'm just worried. Don't you think he might figure it out?" The second ball joined the first.

"You're a worry wart. Listen, that old degenerate doesn't have any idea how much money is in that drawer, and he doesn't care." The waves on the vibrator changed to a slow ramp up and then three intense pulses that lasted about 3 seconds each. Jenny changed to a conspiratorial tone, "Did you see the way his eyes bugged out when my top popped up? All he cares about is having his hot babysitters bouncing their tits in his face." Another bead slowly entered. Her ass already felt full. And the vibrator really started driving her crazy. She could already feel the tickle of an orgasm forming.

"Um...but what could happen...um... If he does?" She needed Jenny to keep talking. She had trouble forming words. The fourth ball pushed the others deeper and wanted to come right back out. She had to clench to keep it in place. And the vibrator went to sets of pulses at different intensity, with each pulse getting progressively longer. Her hips started to grind. The vibrations were getting to her clit and the threat of her cumming became ever more serious.

"Look, he's not going to find out. But even if he did, we could just accuse him of hitting on us and touching us if he says anything. I mean, it would be two against one. And who is going to believe an older guy wouldn't touch a teenager Inappropriately." The fifth ball forced its way into her ass. Now her rectum felt uncomfortably full. She could sense her asshole winking trying to restrain the last one. She feared it would pop out. He pushed harder with his finger and they all moved in a little deeper. She actually groaned a little, but quickly covered it up by coughing for a minute.

"Sorry, took a drink and it went down the wrong pipe." She coughed

again intentionally so she could concentrate on stopping the

orgasm that wanted to be let loose. Her pelvis went into a full

involuntary grind trying to rub her clit. No other part of her body

could move. She had an itch that she couldn't scratch and she needed relief.

"Look sweetheart, it's our time in the world. Old middle-aged guys are assumed to be pervs. Not that I want to do anything to Mr. Michaels, but if he says anything then we just let him know we are prepared to run to the cops" Mr. Michaels had been rubbing her ass which only made everything more difficult. Finally, he mercifully turned the vibrator off and then pulled it out of her pussy. As it came out, she felt a tremor rip though her midsection. She had a small orgasm and had to clench her whole body not to make a noise.

"So are you good? Will you stop worrying about it?" Jenny continued when the silence stretched on.

"Um....yeah....yeah...I guess so. just don't want to get in trouble.....or cause problems" She struggled to get the words out without sounding strained. She needed another topic to get her talking. Mr. Michaels had gotten silently on the table and straddled her legs. She knew he would start fucking her at any moment.

"Let me ask you something else. Would you ever, you know, have anal sex?" She had no idea why she asked this. Maybe the five glant beads in her ass that were resting on her anal ring very anxious to come back out dominated her thoughts. But she needed something that Jenny could take the lead on. And Jenny loved to flaunt her more extensive sexual experience to Sarah. As she finished asking the question, Mr. Michaels started to slide his dick into her. The wedge-shaped pillow under her put her vagina in the perfect position for his entry.

"Ewww. What is this about?! Oh wait. Is this about Conner?!" she asked excitedly.

"Well, maybe. Okay look. He asked me if I would. I told him no, but now I'm like, should 17" Mr. Michaels took long slow strokes being very careful not to make any noise. Sarah's whole body felt tortured. Each time he pushed fully into her and rolled up on her ass, he forced her tits to drag on the table, tweaking her nipples with more pain.

"Hell no. Well at least I wouldn't recommend it. I told you tried it once. With Ryan Daniels. Remember? We went out for like five weeks and we did it a couple of times and he tried to stick it in back there. It hurt like hell!! He got about halfway in and I was like "No fucking way. Get that thing out of mel" Jenny rolled with laughter at her story. Mr. Michaels started to pull on the string of

the anal beads and Sarah's asshole stretched open. Right when Jenny had said 'fucking', the first bead pulled past the midway point and popped out. Sarah started cumming again and she her body started shaking. "I even bled a little. And it hurt for like three fucking days!" Jenny continued.

That sounds awful!" Sarah eeked out in between spasms. Right then, the second bead started to exit. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out.

"So my advise is you tell that prick that there is no way he is taking your anal cherry. Save that for when you can get something really big. Like a car!" She and Sarah laughed, but Sarah's laugh only covered her gasp as the third bead exited. Her legs trembled uncontrollably and she still felt the warm waves of orgasm wash over her.

"I guess your right. What should I tell him?" She didn't want advice. She just wanted Jenny to keep talking. Mr. Michaels ground into her with each thrust and she feared losing all control.

"Well if it were me, I would just tell him it is front door only and if he doesn't like it, he can find a real slut that wants his tiny pecker up her poop shoot. But I told you, I don't know why you are even seeing that guy. He is so cocky and such a dipshit. You can definitely do better bitch." As the fourth bead extricated itself, he also took one of her clothespins off. The sudden rush of blood made her right nipple throb.

"I guess so. What are you doing tonight?" She turned her face into the cushion of the table to try to stifle her moan. She desperately wanted him to end the call and just fuck her. She couldn't take this crazy tease and she could hear suspicion growing in Jenny's voice. Her side of the conversation made her sound so distracted. Her words were inconsistent and mostly rushed. And despite all of her efforts, Jenny couldn't have missed the small grunts that had escaped.

"What do you mean? You know we are all going over to Samantha's. You are going to be there, right?"

"Oh yeah. Stupid me. I'll call you later. I want to get this last load out." Right as she said it, he pulled out the last bead. Her asshole gapped open, made worse by him spreading her ass cheeks wide to inspect his work. She wanted to let go so badly.

"See ya slut!" Jenny said with the line going dead. Sarah let out a

huge grunt and Mr. Michaels started slamming into her with loud

slaps of their bodies colliding. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand for leverage and started fucking even harder. With his other, he pulled off the remaining clothespin. She screamed at both the pain and then the intense pleasure of his dick as he went into overdrive.

She screamed desperately, "Please may I cum MASTER!". He grunted ascent and she had a giant orgasm while struggling to pull herself free with no success. Her clit became overly sensitive and she wanted it to stop even though every thrust brought waves of pleasure with it.

She strained so hard against her wrist cuffs she thought she might hurt herself. She both wanted it to stop and to never stop. Mr. Michaels finally groaned and thrust his hips forward with his hands on her back crushing her into the table. She could feel his hot jets flood her inner chamber. She panted shallowly while he gulped in several deep breaths.

The pressure from his weight kept her absolutely locked in place. Finally, he rolled back and slid his cock out of her. She felt the seminal fluid gush out of her gapping vaginal opening while her whole lower half trembled and clenched. He slapped his wet dick on her ass checks and then hopped down.

"Not bad. You almost gave it away a couple of times. Nice job on the laundry comment though." They both got a bad case of the giggles and laughed for a minute.

"Oh my god. I wanted to laugh out loud so bad as I said 'get this last load out and you pulled the last one out of me. I really thought I would lose it there." She kept giggling while he started releasing her limbs. Her numb arms hung limply when she could finally sit up. As feeling returned to them, she rubbed her poor molested tits. They were sore and her nipples were on fire. She got down on wabbly legs. And before he could yell at her or worse spank her, she drew her tongue through the pool of cum that had dripped out of her. Then she zombie walked to the bathroom and gulped down some water.

She came back and ran to Mr. Michaels and threw her arms around his midsection and hugged him and said, "Thank you for my orgasm sir. That was incredible." She knew she was learning.

He kissed her and then told her to sit down on the bed. "I want to show you something before you go. But you need to keep this to yourself. Understood?"

"Yes sir." He tumed the TV on and started to play a video. It displayed the hidden camera view of the master bedroom. Jenny came into the room and it showed her dig out and place two $100 bills on the dresser and then three more that she counted out and stuck in her pants pocket before closing everything up and leaving. It jumped to the next time Jenny went up to get money. She counted out what looked like two stacks of $200 in smaller bills and then she counted out four $100 bills and stuck those in her pants pocket. She closed the drawer and grabbed the two original stacks and headed downstairs.