Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 154

"Oh, we have enough," I answered. "Mary wanted tonight to be special. If you'll excuse me," I said, desperate to get some relief for my cock.

I disappeared into the dining room and cut through the kitchen. It smelled delicious and Desiree looked curious at me as I walked by. I exited the kitchen entering into another hallway. This hallway led to the stairs and the first floor bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Fiona was waiting, a naughty smile on her face. I closed the door and held a finger to my lips and Fiona's smile broadened.

I bent her over the sink, flipped up her black maid's skirt and the ruffled petticoats beneath and exposed her freckled ass and the wet slit of her cunt. Her vulva was flushed with desire and her inner lips protruded from the center of her tight slit. I fished my cock out and sighed in relief as a slid slowly into Fiona's warm embrace.

I fucked her slowly, with strong, deep strokes, savoring the delicious feel of her pussy on my cock as I reamed her silken walls. Fiona clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan. There was something deeply exciting fucking a woman while a group of people chatters on in the next room. It was getting noisier in the living room as the wine loosened their nerves.

The bathroom door opened and a stunned Missy Sullivan looked on. She gaped, not knowing what to do as I fucked Fiona. Then hurt and anger replaced the surprise, her blue eyes staring daggers at me. She drew in a deep breath, about to scream, and I was about to give her a command when Mary was behind her, clapping a hand over her little sister's mouth.

"Shhh, Missy, it's me," Mary whispered. "I'm going to let go, so don't scream.

Missy nodded her head. "Your fiancee's is...is...with another woman." Missy's face flushed scarlet and she tried to look away, but her eyes were rooted to where my cock was pumping in and out of Fiona's cunt.

"It's okay, babydoll," Mary whispered and geritly nudged Missy into the bathroom and closed the door. "Mark's a real man," Mary continued, whispering in her sister's ear. They were the same height and Mary wrapped her arms around her sister and pressed against her back. "And a real man takes who he wants when he wants her."

"But, but," Missy tried to protest, her thoughts scattered by the