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Chapter 5
by otx
What does she answer?
Never!
"I would never marry you, you overblown assfucker!"
"Oh, Mother, Mother; such vile language! Did you really blow Father with that mouth? Ah, what am I saying? With the many unsavoury places he put his member, your mouth wouldn't be that odd."
"You can drop the pretentious bullshit any time, Aaron. You've had your little joke; now untie me!"
"I don't do such things myself. John!"
John walked into the room. "What did she say, Master?"
"Alas, she said 'no'. And she's asked to be untied."
"Shall I oblige, Sir?"
"Yes, please. Start with her hands."
John walked to the head of the bed and carefully removed his trousers and boxers, revealing his erect member rising out of a forest of hair. Then he knelt on the bed in front of her, ensuring she had a full close-up view.
"Put that away, John, or I'll bite it off."
"That is why it's just beyond your reach, Mistress."
Aaron started massaging Sarah's ass-cheeks, kneading the firm flesh with practiced hands. The undesired attention had the desired effect; as John freed each hand she reached back to push him away. Once both her arms were free, Aaron grabbed them near the shoulders and hauled her up to her knees. She tried to struggle but her feet were still tied.
"John, could you fetch us a snack please? I would like a sandwich."
"I believe we have all the ingredients here, Sir."
John moved forward and started massaging Sarah's vulva.
"Stop that this instant, John!"
"Of course, Mistress." He moved his wet hands up to her chest, then gently but firmly eased his cock into her vagina. "Ready, Sir."
"What?!"
An engorged cock touched her ass, then thudded into her like a pile driver. John made a hard counterstroke with his piston. Aaron replied with another thrust of his own. The situation was new and by no means unpleasant except for the fact that the men involved were not listening to her, and the fact that one was her son and the other a servant. She tried to tell them to stop, but the insistent hard thrusting made it impossible for her to get more than half a word out. Her son's voice hissed in her ear.
"Think of this as a life lesson, Mother."
What's next?
Ann Tique's Shoppe
An Odd Little Store with Odd Little Stories.
This is the story of an Antique Shop, located in the most unusual places. Locating it is more a matter of frame of mind than physical location. It is attended by a young lady named Ann Tique, or at least that's the name on her calling card. As for the specialty of the store, it's simple: it sells devices intended to provide personal satisfaction – to adults.
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