Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 153

"You will call me Miss Mary in front of my family, slut," Mary moaned. "Or I'll paddle your ass until its cherry red and you can't sit down for a week!" Mary's cunt gave my cock a squeeze. "Umm, your dusky ass jiggling at every blow, your naughty little cunt getting wetter and wetter! Umm, yes, fuck me harder, Mark!" I obliged, fucking Mary hard, our groins smacking together wetly in the shower. Her cunt spasmed on my cock as she screamed her orgasm loudly. "My randy stallion! Oh yes! Oh fucking yes!"

I kept fucking her harder and harder as she moaned her passion. Her cunt kept rippling on my cock as a second orgasm followed the first, not as strong, but she still bucked and writhed against me. Her cunt was milking my cock, hungry for my cum. I felt my balls tightening and I groaned into my filly's ear and unloaded into her cunt, three blasts of sticky cum.

I was ready first, dressing in a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue pin-striped white-shirt. I was freshly shaved and wearing a musky cologne that Mary had got for me. "Umm, you smell great," Mary had purred, kissing me on the lips. My hands slid down, squeezing her plump ass. She reached behind and pushed my hands off. "No, you go downstairs and entertain our guests."

I sighed, adjusted my hard cock in my pants and I left Mary, naked, putting on her makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. I walked down stairs, hearing voices in the living room. Fiona walked by in a her conservative maid outfit, at least conservative compared to the one she usually wore. She was wearing a classic, french maid's outfit, low cut bodice surrounded by lace, a short skirt with layers of white, frilly petticoats beneath, and fishnet stalkings held up by a garter belt covered her beautiful legs. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the small, white maids cap covered her head. In her hands she held a silver platter, three wine glasses and two soda glasses on the tray.

"Master," she greeted, the flushed, "I mean, Mr. Mark."

"Don't let Mary here you slip up." warned. "She's looking to paddle someone."

"Thanks for the warning, sir, Fiona smiled and I followed her into the living room where she placed glasses on coasters on the coffee table.

Mary's family and her sisters' boyfriends were all sitting, nervous, in the living room. I knew that feeling well, from my job as a door- to-door vacuum-cleaner salesman. Even after years of doing the job, being in a strange house was always a little uncomfortable.

Mary's father stood up, he was a tall man, a little heavy around the middle. His hair was red, streaked with gray and tied back in a ponytail and a bright, red beard peppered with gray covered his lean face. He had green eyes, the same deep shade that Mary had.

"Mark?" he asked, with a question, extending his hand.

"Yeah," I answered. He had a firm grip. "I'm Mark Glassner and you must be Sean." I noticed a gold wedding band. "Oh, Mary didn't tell me you remarried."

Sean blinked, then looked down at his left hand. "Oh, no. I just..." He sighed. "I'm sure Mary told you about her mother."

I nodded. Mary had told me all about how her mother had ran off when she was six with a musician. Her mom wanted to have fun, so she abandoned her family to whore around with some indie rock band. Mary's mom had written a detailed letter to her husband describing all the fun she was having with her boyfriend, and others. She divorced her husband and signed away her custody rights to her children. Mary was still hurt by her mother's abandonment.

"Sorry," I said, not sure what else to say to a man who seemed to never have gotten over his whore of wife running out on him.

"It's fine," Sean shrugged. "Anyway, this is my oldest, Shannon." Sean motioned to a fiery red-head in her early twenties. Shannon was taller than Mary, and had her father's lean face. Other than the red-hair, I wouldn't have thought Shannon was Mary's sister at all. She was dressed in tight blue jeans that showed off her firm ass and a lilac, peasant blouse embroidered with small, dark purple flowers down the V neckline.

"I'm so happy to meet you," Shannon exclaimed and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me through her loose blouse. They felt bigger than Mary's.

Shannon broke the embrace and looked me up and down. "You're better dressed than Mike," she said. Mike was the asshole Mary was dating when I met her. He was her high school sweetheart and took advantage of her. Mary feared turning into her mother, of becoming a whore and running off with another man, so she stayed with Mike even after she thought he had cheated on her. One of these days I was going to get around to punishing the guy

for how we treated her "You better not break her heart, Mark" Shannon warned with a

mother's fierceness.

"I won't," I told her. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, flecked with green spots, and bored intensely into me. "I love her."

And then she was all smiles again. "Of course you do."

The youngest, Missy, stood excitedly behind her sister. Missy looked like a younger version of Mary, the same, heart-shaped, freckled face, but with blue eyes. Her hair was lighter, a strawberry- blonde, gathered in two pigtails. She was gangly, still filling out, and looked to be about sixteen. She squealed happily and through her arms around my neck.

"Oh my gosh!" Missy exclaimed. "I can't wait for the wedding! I've always wanted a big brother!" Then her lips pressed quickly on my cheek and then she squealed again and jumped back.

"L...well...It's nice to meet you, Missy," I stammered, thrown off by her enthusiasm. Her body had felt so nice pressed up against me, small breasts and lithe frame of a teenager. My cock was even harder in my pants, knowing I was going to fuck both of these girls tonight. I wanted to do it right now, but I knew Mary wanted a nice, normal dinner with her family, first.

"Well, I'm George, Shannon's boyfriend," a man, about my age, said. He had short, black hair, the kind of haircut you see on a business man. He was dressed nicely, gray slacks, buttoned-down white shirt with a gray vest over the shirt. A gray fedora was perched on his head and I almost laughed. He was trying to look smooth and not quite pulling it off. I shook his hand. "You have a great house. Mary never said what you do?"

I smiled. "Poker," I lied. "I'm a gambler."

"Not a bank thief?" George asked. Clearly he's seen news report about me.

Well, I was that, with my power it was child's play. "No, that was a misunderstanding. You can ask Mary, she was with me when some of those happened. Didrit stop the FBI from breaking down my door and scaring us, though."

"Of course," Sean said. "My Mary wouldn't be involved with a bank robber."

God, it was getting hard to hold a straight face. Mary didn't even object when I told her about robbing a bank, in fact she got wet and excited and we fucked passionately. The last guest, sipping at a soda and sitting quietly on the couch, was a teenage boy. He was sixteen, the same age as Missy. He wore a red hoodie and blue jeans, his left ear was pierced and his hair was long and shaved at the sides. I looked questioningly at the youth.

"This is Damien," Missy said, excitedly. "We've been dating forever! Ever since the spring sock hop! He's the best!" Missy started glassy eyed at the youth, puppy love dripping off her body.

Hi," he muttered and shrunk into the couch beneath the stairs of all the adults.

Everyone sat down, the adults grabbed their wine glasses and Missy grabbed the other soda. Shannon and George sitting on the couch next to Damien, Sean sat in a recliner, and Missy perched on the couch arm next to Damien, who's eyes glanced at her coltish legs and he held his glass over his crotch.

I wasn't the only one that needed to some relief, I thought with a smile.

"So, poker, that must be exciting," Sean said. "I just teach High School English."

"Oh, High School can be pretty exciting," I sald, remernbering all the fun I had today at Rogers High School. That was a mistake, I really needed to attend to my hard cock.

Fiona was standing at the far end of the table. Looking so beautiful, so sexy in her maid outfit. God, I couldn't wait till after dinner, I need to fuck something. I caught her gaze and motioned her to the hallway where the first floor bathroom was.

Thamina walked in. "Is there anything I can get you Ma-Mister Mark?"

"No, I'm going to check on our dinner with Desiree. She's an amazing cook. Thamina will get you anything you need." I stood up. "Excuse me."

"Oh, good, I'm starving," Shannon admitted. "Only had a salad for lunch. Got to watch my figure," she giggled, sipping at her wine. I glanced at her figure, and whatever she was doing, it was working.

"How many staff do you have?" Sean asked, eying Thamina. "It seems a little much.'