What A Deal - S01 E63

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What A Deal - S01 E63

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

"Oh, fuck, that's gonna get me offf" Cindy was starting to roll her hips and pull her legs in tight. This was a sign of her impending orgasm. "Oh, yeah, suck my cunt, you little slut!" Suzanne didn't have any intention of stopping and continued to work on Cindy until she bucked and thrashed and groaned her way thru a pretty good orgasm. Finally, she pushed Suzanne away and stood up.

"That was wonderful, Suzanne. I think I will enjoy having you come over to service me."

While she was doing that, I was emailing the photos to my home email.

Suzanne jerked and stared at Cindy as she stood up. "Oh, God! Please. Haven't done enough? Please don't make me do anything else. She was almost in tears now.

"Well, I have some excellent photographs of you that would probably look pretty good posted on line and around town."

Suzanne was not even trying to cover herself now. "No way! You agreed to let me delete them!"

I smiled at her. "That's true. I agreed to let you delete the photos of you eating an underage girl's pussy. But I didn't say anything about the ones of you sucking my cock and eating my wife."

She just stood there and hung her head. She spoke now with a small and scared voice. 'Please don't post those. I'll do whatever you want. Please just don't hurt my family."

I stepped up to her and lifted her face up. "I have no intention of doing anything to hurt your family, but we need someone to play with that that will be you, understand?"

She stared directly at me for a second, but couldn't hold the stare. She dropped her eyes, her shoulders slumped, and she said in a tiny voice. "Yes, sir."

"That's much better. Now get dressed. I'm sure your gas pump stopped long ago. We know your phone number and will call you."

She looked up in alarm. "No! Don't call my house! Please! Just let me give you my cell phone number." She reached into her purse and pulled out a card from her stack of business cards. She pulled out a pen and wrote a number on the back. "Please use this number whenever you call me. Please?"

I stared at her for a second. She broke pretty easily and suddenly seemed so willing. Was this something she was wanting? "Okay. We can do that. See you later."

We left her there and headed out to the car. It was getting dark now. We had just gotten settled in the car when the disheveled and harried Suzanne came out and finished putting the gas pump back and driving away. Cindy smiled at me. "I wouldn't have been so hard on her if she wasn't such a bitch to me a couple of times. I barely knew her and she acted like she was the President... of the U. S., not just one of the members of a homeowner's association board.

I looked over at her. "Do we really plan on playing with her again?"

Cindy thought about that for a second. "You know, she really did enjoy eating my pussy, what did you think Katy?"

"She was definitely a regular pussy eater. She was very good and enthusiastic."

Cindy turned back to me. "Yes, I want to make her do things. I think she actually loved it when we made her do whatever we wanted. Oh, yes, we will play with her again."

I put the car in reverse, backed up, and we headed home. It was getting to be late and everyone was so tired that I could see them nodding off during the short drive home. I was also feeling drained, as were my balls. I was ready to let everyone rest for the night. And that's exactly what we did. When we got home, Cindy wanted to watch "It's a Wonderful Life". She always has to watch that on Thanksgiving weekend and we did. We were all naked, snuggling under the covers and eating popcorn, but nobody was ready for more sex, so we just relaxed. By 10pm everyone was in bed. Louise, Jackie, and Katy were in the guest bedroom and Cindy and I climbed into ours. She kissed me on the cheek and snuggled up against me.

"I can't believe how much our life has changed in the last few months."

"Me, either. I think we've been harboring some fantasies and deep desires that we wanted, but were afraid to discuss just because of the societal norms that had been drilled into us. Especially you. You never said anything about being curious about women.'