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Chapter 13
Kat’s little red convertible roared up the winding, tree lined driveway of the Hampsted Golf & Country Club and screeched to a stop in front of the stately main house where the ladies held their weekly tea and card game. She tossed the keys to a young valet with a wink and a smile as she bounced up the steps towards the massive front doors. Her long dark hair blew in the wind and her heavy breasts jiggled as she trotted up the steps and disappeared into the doorway.
Kat was a good 20 years younger than the other ladies, and she relished the role of irritating the stuffy old birds who thought they ruled the world. The only one she had to worry about was Margaret, and Kat was sure that if anyone would understand her reason for arriving late; it was Margaret. She’d had to shower and assemble a new ensemble once that strange black man had made a mess of her and what was once a favorite dress. The rummy games were in full swing by the time her clicking heels carried her down through the long open foyer and into the library. Kat made a beeline for the assorted finger sandwiches and fresh fruit.
“Aheeemm” the subtle throat clearing was accompanied by a tap on her shoulder. “Dear sweet Kat darling, you really must be more careful before you leave the house.” Margaret’s thin porcelain fingers gently caressed the deeply tanned skin of her young friend. She was referring to the crimson and swollen scratches and welts visible above her friend’s strapless dress. “I shudder to think what the rest of you must look like sweetie. What a****l did this to you?” Margaret winked, a subtle but wicked grin appearing on her ruby lips.
Kat hadn’t noticed in her rush that Buford had left quite a trail of evidence of his abuse all over her body. She turned towards Margaret with bright eyes and a wide smile. “Just the woman I want to see! This was a stranger to me Miss Margaret, I was hoping you might be able to tell me. It wasn’t one of the men Boss usually sends around, and it wasn’t supposed to be until later this afternoon. Whoever he was, he was fantastic.” Her dark eyebrows arched up with a smile as she fellated a spoonful of cream cheese spread.
“Really, Mrs. Mitchell you must learn not to play with your food.” Margaret’s eyes smiled back at her young protégé as she pulled the spoon from Kat’s full sparkling lips. “If Boss picked up someone new, it would be news to me. Although I don’t concern myself with his business until it interferes with mine. He’s due for a visit though, so I will be sure and ask him. Meanwhile young lady, unless you have a sweater to cover up these claw marks I suggest you excuse yourself before I have to answer too many questions about why I allow you into this little gaggle of hens.” Margaret allowed herself a brief vision of her beautiful young friend receiving the marks she now surveys, and felt a familiar twirling in her lower stomach. “I will stop by later for a full report missy. Now skedaddle!”
Kat laughed as she backed away from Margaret and towards the door of the high ceilinged library. With her back secreted from the rest of the room she announced her early departure and begged the forgiveness of the disinterested card players.
She was relieved not to be spending the afternoon with those relics, and she still had a few hours before she had to get ready for the party at her new neighbor’s house. The sun warmed her face but temporarily blinded her when she opened the heavy castle doors of the old clubhouse. Kat misjudged the first step and caught a heel which sent her lurching forward toward a collision with the cobblestone driveway. A brief yelp of fear was all she had time for before she was suddenly halted in mid-air by something firm and steady. “You ok Mrs. Mitchell?” The voice was deep and slow. The owner blocked the sun with his massive frame and allowed Kat to see the young caddy who came to her rescue.
“Oh my god! Thank you! Holy…” Kat took a breath to gain some composure and get a grip on the sudden warm rush of adrenaline that released as she fell. Her arms were wrapped around his waist and her head was pressed against his shoulder with her feet still on the steps behind her. His large arms were wrapped around her and his huge hands were firmly gripping Kat’s soft ass cheeks. Kat struggled to pull her feet under her to right herself, dragging them down the steps until her heels steadied on the cobblestones. “Thank you…” she searched her brain for a name, but nothing came to her. She knew his face but nothing else. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know your name.”
“Deshawn, but folks roun’ herr jus call me Buck.” Even after she was standing and her arms returned to her sides, the caddy’s arms remained around her and his hands still gripped her ass; lifting and spreading her cheeks causing a dull ache in Kat’s well used holes.
Kat bit her lip and smiled up at him. His body was drenched in sweat and the white coveralls that the caddy’s wore was soaked through. Kat smelled his heavy scent wafting from the unzipped front of the jumpsuit. “Well Buck, I am forever in your debt. You can let go of my ass though, I think I’m done falling.”
Buck smiled and slowly released his grip and pulled her into him so she could feel the bulge in his pants on her thigh before he finally stood upright. “You welcome Mrs. Mitchell. You lucky my mom is late pickin me up. I mighta been gone and you’d a been in trouble.” He smiled down at the pretty white woman who was probably older than his mom. He held her eyes until he broke off and looked down the long winding drive for a sign of his ride home. He looked at his phone for the time and rolled his eyes. “I caint believe dat bitch is gonna make me miss practice.”
“Do you need a ride somewhere Buck? I could drop you somewhere. I mean you did just save me from a trip to the hospital.” Kat’s eyes traveled up and down his frame taking in his huge tree trunk thighs and barrel chest. He has to be a football player, she thought to herself.
“You sure Mrs. Mitchell? I mean that’d be cool, but it ain close. I gotta get to Central High School in a hurry or Coach’ll be on my ass.”
“It’s the least I can do sweetie! You’d better drive though because I’m a slowpoke. You’ll never get there in time if I drive.” She tossed him the keys to her Mercedes and smiled. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked towards the passenger side. Buck hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and hustled to the car. As Buck hit the ignition button and adjusted the seat, Kat leaned over him. “Let’s put the top up, that sun is killing me.” One hand rested between Buck’s thighs while the other held the button for the roof. Her wrist was close enough to feel the warmth of his cock in his thin coveralls as she balanced on the seat. “Excuse me sweetheart.” She smiled up at him, holding his gaze as the drone of the roof motor worked to hide them from the world. With the roof in place and the tinted windows up, Kat leaned up to kiss the caddy. “Take care of the car, and I’ll take care of you. Ok sweetie?” Buck nodded and put the car into park as he watched the married rich white lady pull the zipper of his jumpsuit all the way down.
Chapter 14
Jackson was so proud of his Katie-Bug as she worked the room, spreading her lovely smile and infectious laughter among the various socialite couples gathered on the veranda looking out over the manicured fairway. Jackson’s parents were famous for their lavish parties, but they were strictly forbidden to c***dren. This would be the first party he didn’t have to sneak into, but he was married and a lawyer and a new master of a very old manor.
With the “Founder’s Day” celebration approaching, Jackson’s parents insisted on everyone wearing “period dress”. Katie was wearing a playful but elegant pale pink silk hoop skirt and and a pink lace bodice. The women of the 1800’s knew little of dressing for comfort, but their clothing did much to accentuate the figure. Katie’s breasts spilled from the top of her corset in a brazen manner that made her self-conscious. She tried to hide the comical cleavage with a lace shaw, but the evening heat made that impossible. Her skin had a glow to it that he hadn’t noticed before and her laugh seemed throatier and more full. Jackson took personal pride in the obvious contentment of his beautiful bride.
Not even the boring conversations about money and politics could dampen Katie’s obvious contentment as she did her best to play the role of hostess to her new neighbors and in-laws. Her mind was a continuous reel of memories of her afternoon spent with her two new “friends”. If she moved too quickly she could feel an unfamiliar soreness in her pussy from accommodating something so large. She wanted nothing more than to empty the house of everyone and have another few hours with her new prize possessions.
She looked out across the veranda at the local gentry in their finest as they sipped cocktails with the sun setting across Dixieland, she felt connected to something old; something instinctual. The house, the trees, the families had all occupied this land for hundreds of years and she was lightyears from any home she’d ever known. As she watched her neighbors and other assorted guests linger in the sun’s last golden glow she felt a strange familiarity with it, as though she’d seen it before.
“KatieDear, you are a MOST welcome addition to our little slice of heaven heah.” Even in her delicate Georgia drawl Margaret’s voice still startled Katie. “Oh I’m sorry KatieDear, I didn’t mean to startle you. It is certainly a serene view. I wish it was still the good old days sometimes.” Katie’s face registered her strange reaction to such a strange statement.
“It’s beautiful here, Jackson and I are very lucky. I understand that I might have you to thank for this as well Mrs. Miles. We haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Katie Frasier.” Katie extended her hand with the palm down as she would have to a man of Margaret’s ‘good old days’.
“There is no introduction necessary for me KatieDear, your husband’s sweet mother has told me so much about you I feel like I already know you.” Margaret took Katie’s hand in her long soft fingers and gently pressed her lips against the back of it. The redhead’s ring reflected the dying light beautifully before she lowered her hand with Katie’s still in her grasp. Margaret felt the soft skin of Katie’s hands as she surveyed the pale breastmeat jutting out from Katie’s dress. “Have you met any other neighbors yet? The owner of the house next door is noticeably absent. That’s the second time today that she’s been late. That girl needs to prioritize things a little bettah. I’m sure you and Kat will be fast friends. You two are the future of our little corner of the old south. Lord knows there isn’t much young blood around here.”
“Our paths have yet to cross, but from what I understand she did inform Buffy that she would be attending.” Katie grew a little uneasy with the way she was being appraised by the Mistress of the manor. It was almost as though Margaret could see through her, like she knew a secret, but Katie had none. At least not before today.
Luckily she’d awakened from her sex induced c*** in time to clean up the boxes of her new purchases and hide all the evidence from her loving husband. She was soaking her sore little pussy and massaging her breasts when Jackson returned from the office. The workers were already there setting up for the party when she heard the bedroom door open. For a brief second Katie’s mind imagined one of the sweaty laborers creeping into her bedroom to force himself on her and her heart raced. She imagined him grabbing her hair and stuffing a huge soft black cock in her mouth. She could almost smell his sweaty musk when she heard her husband’s sweet voice call her name. The sense of total disappointment and disgust that filled the pit of her stomach when reality encroached upon fantasy surprised her. He was her husband, her lifemate, her soulmate. He was her world up until a few days ago. What was wrong with her?
Jackson was nude when he entered the bathroom. His toned body used to arouse her to no end, but as her eyes traveled down his chiseled torso to his average penis she was left wanting. She managed a smile and a wave with her soapy fingers. When Jackson tried to climb in the tub with her she protested, saying there wasn’t time for fooling around. Jackson’s sad puppy eyes at this rebuke made Katie feel even more contempt and pity for her young husband. Katie felt sorry for him and allowed him to enter her while she did her makeup. Katie’s pussy was swollen from the abuse she had inflicted upon herself earlier and it made her young pussy even tighter than usual. She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to feel Jackson’s cock inside her after her toys but she was pleasantly surprised to feel a sense of being stretched by his little pink cock. For Jackson though the added tightness only made his job of pleasing his wife more difficult. He was cumming before his 5th stroke.
Katie smiled a sympathetic smile into the mirror as her eyes locked with her husband’s. “It’s ok sweetie, we didn’t have time for a long one anyway. Go get cleaned up and get dressed for the party.”
Jackson stumbled away obviously spent but with a mind trying to answer a thousand different questions at once. Why couldn’t he perform like he used to? Why didn’t he seem to be cumming when he had an orgasm? What if he can’t ever fuck his wife the way she deserved again?
Those thoughts began returning as the whiskey started working its magic on Jackson. He was on his way back to the bar for another when he was stopped by his mother. “Maybe you bettah skip this round Jackson. Tonight is very important for our family and I won’t allow Wild Turkey to make a mess of it.” Buffy smiled and patted her darling boy’s cheek. “Go and tell the kitchen staff that we are ready to be served and I will have your wife make the announcement to her guests.”
Buffy Frasier glided through the circles of conversation like a pro. Flashing a smile or a pleasantry but always moving towards her target; a skill she’d learned at countless fundraisers and balls and a seemingly endless stream of social events. As she cleared the table of the oldest guests she found Katie still talking with Margaret. “Excuse me Mrs. Miles, but our hostess has some duties to attend to.” Buffy leaned in for a careful hug and mutual kiss on the cheek with the much larger redhead. “You shouldn’t monopolize her like this Margaret, you know that’s bad form. How can we expect our young Yankee friend to learn southahn hospitality if we don’t set the right example?”. Buffy’s bright, mischievous eyes showed her affection for her oldest friend.
“Well excuuuuuse me Mrs. Frasier for breaking your sill rules. You can have her back…for now.” Margaret shooed them away playfully and turned her eyes towards Kat’s house. She could see through the breeze swept branches of the trees that there were plenty of lights on. “What in the world is keeping that girl?”. Margaret gathered up her dress and headed off across the lawn to see what on earth could excuse such behavior.
A homely Mexican nanny answered the door and was quickly swept aside as Margaret barged in. “Kat? William? Where are you two?” The maid was registering too mad to remember her English so she cursed at Margaret in spanish, but it fell on deaf ears and Margaret walked deeper in to the mansion. She found William in the den smoking a cigar, obviously recognizing and ignoring the intrusion because he didn’t even react to the intrusion. His eyes never left the glass of bourbon in his hand as he pointed his cigar towards the French doors leading to the backyard.
Once the doors were open she could hear the sound of laughter and conversation from the party next door beginning to trail off as the party moved inside for dinner. She also heard several male voices and the familiar moans and whimpers of her young friend coming from the poolhouse. Her heels clicked quickly as she walked around the pool towards her irresponsible friend. Her hand grabbed the handle but she couldn’t resist watching through the window first. She loved watching Kat have sex because it was so clear that she loved it. It was like watching a great artist paint or thoroughbred gallop when that woman had a cock in her. When Margaret peeked in though she saw her friend had three.
They were all young and hulking in appearance. They dwarfed poor Kat and nearly made it impossible to see her between them all. Her toned legs jutted out between one man underneath her and another hunched over her back and her strained face could be seen as another man held her head up by the hair and fucked her mouth. The three of them moved almost in rhythm as they assaulted her holes. Two other men sat nude on a couch playing xbox either waiting their turn or waiting for their friends to finish.
Margaret’s thick nipples swelled and her chest heaved threatening to break free of her antiquated dress. The men were brutal with her and she was loving every second of it. When her mouth wasn’t full it was shouting out her pleas for their cocks. Kat was utterly insatiable.
Margaret watched as her friend’s legs shuttered and her eyes rolled back in obvious orgasmic bliss and she waited through her moaning aftershocks. She waited for the boys to cum for as long as she could, but she could wait no longer and her hand turned the handle and she stepped inside to break up the party. “Mrs. Mitchell!!! Your c***dren are right inside the house, not to mention your husband! I’m sure that this is no way for a proper southahn woman to behave. Boys I’m sorry but I need her to come with me right now.”
The boys stopped dead, their once pistoning cocks now still inside the beautiful young mother and wife. The one with his cock in Kat’s mouth pulled his shiny black cock out of her “Why don’t you ask yo friend if she wants us to leave bitch! Cuz I think this white slut wants us to stay. Ain’t that right white slut? “. He slapped his dripping cock on Kat’s face as he asked her. “What you say her name was? Mrs. Mitchell? “. His friend’s laughed, still uneasy at the woman’s brazen and flapless interruption of their debauchery.
“Please Margaret can they stay a little longer?” Kat’s voice was hoarse and sincere in her request and it made the boys laugh louder. The one underneath her started slowly fucking her flooding gaping pussy again as did the boy with his cock in her ass.
“Yea Margaret, I aint even got to fuck her asshole yet!” One of the boys on the couch spoke up with genuine disappointment in his voice.
“Well I am sorry boys, but she belongs to me and I’m afraid you can’t have her anymore.” She sounded more like a woman taking a puppy away than someone trying to extract her friend from a gangbang. “I’m sure she will be more than happy to make it up to you another time. If you absolutely have to get off tonight though, I’m sure that nobody will miss her pathetic excuse for a husband at the party. He dresses up quite nicely, and from what I understand he is very accommodating.” She put her hand on the broad chest of the boy behind her friend and watched as his long black cock slowly followed him backwards until it was finally removed from her gaping pink asshole. Margaret kissed his cheek and smiled. “Thank you young man.” She helped her friend slowly lift herself off the other cock that she’d been riding.
“But…” Kat began to protest before Margaret placed a shining finger wet with her juices to her lips.
“Go inside and clean up quickly and get dressed. Tell Grace to get prepared and come out to the poolhouse to finish what you’ve started here and both of you hurry your little asses up!” She winked when she called her husband Will by his sissy name and slapped Kat’s ass for punctuation on her marching orders.
“I’m really very sorry boys. Under different circumstances this could have been a much better night for all of us. I can assure you though that Grace will see to your happiness to the best of her abilities.” The boys sat silent and stunned and naked as the two women closed the door behind them.
Kat’s little red convertible roared up the winding, tree lined driveway of the Hampsted Golf & Country Club and screeched to a stop in front of the stately main house where the ladies held their weekly tea and card game. She tossed the keys to a young valet with a wink and a smile as she bounced up the steps towards the massive front doors. Her long dark hair blew in the wind and her heavy breasts jiggled as she trotted up the steps and disappeared into the doorway.
Kat was a good 20 years younger than the other ladies, and she relished the role of irritating the stuffy old birds who thought they ruled the world. The only one she had to worry about was Margaret, and Kat was sure that if anyone would understand her reason for arriving late; it was Margaret. She’d had to shower and assemble a new ensemble once that strange black man had made a mess of her and what was once a favorite dress. The rummy games were in full swing by the time her clicking heels carried her down through the long open foyer and into the library. Kat made a beeline for the assorted finger sandwiches and fresh fruit.
“Aheeemm” the subtle throat clearing was accompanied by a tap on her shoulder. “Dear sweet Kat darling, you really must be more careful before you leave the house.” Margaret’s thin porcelain fingers gently caressed the deeply tanned skin of her young friend. She was referring to the crimson and swollen scratches and welts visible above her friend’s strapless dress. “I shudder to think what the rest of you must look like sweetie. What a****l did this to you?” Margaret winked, a subtle but wicked grin appearing on her ruby lips.
Kat hadn’t noticed in her rush that Buford had left quite a trail of evidence of his abuse all over her body. She turned towards Margaret with bright eyes and a wide smile. “Just the woman I want to see! This was a stranger to me Miss Margaret, I was hoping you might be able to tell me. It wasn’t one of the men Boss usually sends around, and it wasn’t supposed to be until later this afternoon. Whoever he was, he was fantastic.” Her dark eyebrows arched up with a smile as she fellated a spoonful of cream cheese spread.
“Really, Mrs. Mitchell you must learn not to play with your food.” Margaret’s eyes smiled back at her young protégé as she pulled the spoon from Kat’s full sparkling lips. “If Boss picked up someone new, it would be news to me. Although I don’t concern myself with his business until it interferes with mine. He’s due for a visit though, so I will be sure and ask him. Meanwhile young lady, unless you have a sweater to cover up these claw marks I suggest you excuse yourself before I have to answer too many questions about why I allow you into this little gaggle of hens.” Margaret allowed herself a brief vision of her beautiful young friend receiving the marks she now surveys, and felt a familiar twirling in her lower stomach. “I will stop by later for a full report missy. Now skedaddle!”
Kat laughed as she backed away from Margaret and towards the door of the high ceilinged library. With her back secreted from the rest of the room she announced her early departure and begged the forgiveness of the disinterested card players.
She was relieved not to be spending the afternoon with those relics, and she still had a few hours before she had to get ready for the party at her new neighbor’s house. The sun warmed her face but temporarily blinded her when she opened the heavy castle doors of the old clubhouse. Kat misjudged the first step and caught a heel which sent her lurching forward toward a collision with the cobblestone driveway. A brief yelp of fear was all she had time for before she was suddenly halted in mid-air by something firm and steady. “You ok Mrs. Mitchell?” The voice was deep and slow. The owner blocked the sun with his massive frame and allowed Kat to see the young caddy who came to her rescue.
“Oh my god! Thank you! Holy…” Kat took a breath to gain some composure and get a grip on the sudden warm rush of adrenaline that released as she fell. Her arms were wrapped around his waist and her head was pressed against his shoulder with her feet still on the steps behind her. His large arms were wrapped around her and his huge hands were firmly gripping Kat’s soft ass cheeks. Kat struggled to pull her feet under her to right herself, dragging them down the steps until her heels steadied on the cobblestones. “Thank you…” she searched her brain for a name, but nothing came to her. She knew his face but nothing else. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I know your name.”
“Deshawn, but folks roun’ herr jus call me Buck.” Even after she was standing and her arms returned to her sides, the caddy’s arms remained around her and his hands still gripped her ass; lifting and spreading her cheeks causing a dull ache in Kat’s well used holes.
Kat bit her lip and smiled up at him. His body was drenched in sweat and the white coveralls that the caddy’s wore was soaked through. Kat smelled his heavy scent wafting from the unzipped front of the jumpsuit. “Well Buck, I am forever in your debt. You can let go of my ass though, I think I’m done falling.”
Buck smiled and slowly released his grip and pulled her into him so she could feel the bulge in his pants on her thigh before he finally stood upright. “You welcome Mrs. Mitchell. You lucky my mom is late pickin me up. I mighta been gone and you’d a been in trouble.” He smiled down at the pretty white woman who was probably older than his mom. He held her eyes until he broke off and looked down the long winding drive for a sign of his ride home. He looked at his phone for the time and rolled his eyes. “I caint believe dat bitch is gonna make me miss practice.”
“Do you need a ride somewhere Buck? I could drop you somewhere. I mean you did just save me from a trip to the hospital.” Kat’s eyes traveled up and down his frame taking in his huge tree trunk thighs and barrel chest. He has to be a football player, she thought to herself.
“You sure Mrs. Mitchell? I mean that’d be cool, but it ain close. I gotta get to Central High School in a hurry or Coach’ll be on my ass.”
“It’s the least I can do sweetie! You’d better drive though because I’m a slowpoke. You’ll never get there in time if I drive.” She tossed him the keys to her Mercedes and smiled. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked towards the passenger side. Buck hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and hustled to the car. As Buck hit the ignition button and adjusted the seat, Kat leaned over him. “Let’s put the top up, that sun is killing me.” One hand rested between Buck’s thighs while the other held the button for the roof. Her wrist was close enough to feel the warmth of his cock in his thin coveralls as she balanced on the seat. “Excuse me sweetheart.” She smiled up at him, holding his gaze as the drone of the roof motor worked to hide them from the world. With the roof in place and the tinted windows up, Kat leaned up to kiss the caddy. “Take care of the car, and I’ll take care of you. Ok sweetie?” Buck nodded and put the car into park as he watched the married rich white lady pull the zipper of his jumpsuit all the way down.
Chapter 14
Jackson was so proud of his Katie-Bug as she worked the room, spreading her lovely smile and infectious laughter among the various socialite couples gathered on the veranda looking out over the manicured fairway. Jackson’s parents were famous for their lavish parties, but they were strictly forbidden to c***dren. This would be the first party he didn’t have to sneak into, but he was married and a lawyer and a new master of a very old manor.
With the “Founder’s Day” celebration approaching, Jackson’s parents insisted on everyone wearing “period dress”. Katie was wearing a playful but elegant pale pink silk hoop skirt and and a pink lace bodice. The women of the 1800’s knew little of dressing for comfort, but their clothing did much to accentuate the figure. Katie’s breasts spilled from the top of her corset in a brazen manner that made her self-conscious. She tried to hide the comical cleavage with a lace shaw, but the evening heat made that impossible. Her skin had a glow to it that he hadn’t noticed before and her laugh seemed throatier and more full. Jackson took personal pride in the obvious contentment of his beautiful bride.
Not even the boring conversations about money and politics could dampen Katie’s obvious contentment as she did her best to play the role of hostess to her new neighbors and in-laws. Her mind was a continuous reel of memories of her afternoon spent with her two new “friends”. If she moved too quickly she could feel an unfamiliar soreness in her pussy from accommodating something so large. She wanted nothing more than to empty the house of everyone and have another few hours with her new prize possessions.
She looked out across the veranda at the local gentry in their finest as they sipped cocktails with the sun setting across Dixieland, she felt connected to something old; something instinctual. The house, the trees, the families had all occupied this land for hundreds of years and she was lightyears from any home she’d ever known. As she watched her neighbors and other assorted guests linger in the sun’s last golden glow she felt a strange familiarity with it, as though she’d seen it before.
“KatieDear, you are a MOST welcome addition to our little slice of heaven heah.” Even in her delicate Georgia drawl Margaret’s voice still startled Katie. “Oh I’m sorry KatieDear, I didn’t mean to startle you. It is certainly a serene view. I wish it was still the good old days sometimes.” Katie’s face registered her strange reaction to such a strange statement.
“It’s beautiful here, Jackson and I are very lucky. I understand that I might have you to thank for this as well Mrs. Miles. We haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Katie Frasier.” Katie extended her hand with the palm down as she would have to a man of Margaret’s ‘good old days’.
“There is no introduction necessary for me KatieDear, your husband’s sweet mother has told me so much about you I feel like I already know you.” Margaret took Katie’s hand in her long soft fingers and gently pressed her lips against the back of it. The redhead’s ring reflected the dying light beautifully before she lowered her hand with Katie’s still in her grasp. Margaret felt the soft skin of Katie’s hands as she surveyed the pale breastmeat jutting out from Katie’s dress. “Have you met any other neighbors yet? The owner of the house next door is noticeably absent. That’s the second time today that she’s been late. That girl needs to prioritize things a little bettah. I’m sure you and Kat will be fast friends. You two are the future of our little corner of the old south. Lord knows there isn’t much young blood around here.”
“Our paths have yet to cross, but from what I understand she did inform Buffy that she would be attending.” Katie grew a little uneasy with the way she was being appraised by the Mistress of the manor. It was almost as though Margaret could see through her, like she knew a secret, but Katie had none. At least not before today.
Luckily she’d awakened from her sex induced c*** in time to clean up the boxes of her new purchases and hide all the evidence from her loving husband. She was soaking her sore little pussy and massaging her breasts when Jackson returned from the office. The workers were already there setting up for the party when she heard the bedroom door open. For a brief second Katie’s mind imagined one of the sweaty laborers creeping into her bedroom to force himself on her and her heart raced. She imagined him grabbing her hair and stuffing a huge soft black cock in her mouth. She could almost smell his sweaty musk when she heard her husband’s sweet voice call her name. The sense of total disappointment and disgust that filled the pit of her stomach when reality encroached upon fantasy surprised her. He was her husband, her lifemate, her soulmate. He was her world up until a few days ago. What was wrong with her?
Jackson was nude when he entered the bathroom. His toned body used to arouse her to no end, but as her eyes traveled down his chiseled torso to his average penis she was left wanting. She managed a smile and a wave with her soapy fingers. When Jackson tried to climb in the tub with her she protested, saying there wasn’t time for fooling around. Jackson’s sad puppy eyes at this rebuke made Katie feel even more contempt and pity for her young husband. Katie felt sorry for him and allowed him to enter her while she did her makeup. Katie’s pussy was swollen from the abuse she had inflicted upon herself earlier and it made her young pussy even tighter than usual. She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to feel Jackson’s cock inside her after her toys but she was pleasantly surprised to feel a sense of being stretched by his little pink cock. For Jackson though the added tightness only made his job of pleasing his wife more difficult. He was cumming before his 5th stroke.
Katie smiled a sympathetic smile into the mirror as her eyes locked with her husband’s. “It’s ok sweetie, we didn’t have time for a long one anyway. Go get cleaned up and get dressed for the party.”
Jackson stumbled away obviously spent but with a mind trying to answer a thousand different questions at once. Why couldn’t he perform like he used to? Why didn’t he seem to be cumming when he had an orgasm? What if he can’t ever fuck his wife the way she deserved again?
Those thoughts began returning as the whiskey started working its magic on Jackson. He was on his way back to the bar for another when he was stopped by his mother. “Maybe you bettah skip this round Jackson. Tonight is very important for our family and I won’t allow Wild Turkey to make a mess of it.” Buffy smiled and patted her darling boy’s cheek. “Go and tell the kitchen staff that we are ready to be served and I will have your wife make the announcement to her guests.”
Buffy Frasier glided through the circles of conversation like a pro. Flashing a smile or a pleasantry but always moving towards her target; a skill she’d learned at countless fundraisers and balls and a seemingly endless stream of social events. As she cleared the table of the oldest guests she found Katie still talking with Margaret. “Excuse me Mrs. Miles, but our hostess has some duties to attend to.” Buffy leaned in for a careful hug and mutual kiss on the cheek with the much larger redhead. “You shouldn’t monopolize her like this Margaret, you know that’s bad form. How can we expect our young Yankee friend to learn southahn hospitality if we don’t set the right example?”. Buffy’s bright, mischievous eyes showed her affection for her oldest friend.
“Well excuuuuuse me Mrs. Frasier for breaking your sill rules. You can have her back…for now.” Margaret shooed them away playfully and turned her eyes towards Kat’s house. She could see through the breeze swept branches of the trees that there were plenty of lights on. “What in the world is keeping that girl?”. Margaret gathered up her dress and headed off across the lawn to see what on earth could excuse such behavior.
A homely Mexican nanny answered the door and was quickly swept aside as Margaret barged in. “Kat? William? Where are you two?” The maid was registering too mad to remember her English so she cursed at Margaret in spanish, but it fell on deaf ears and Margaret walked deeper in to the mansion. She found William in the den smoking a cigar, obviously recognizing and ignoring the intrusion because he didn’t even react to the intrusion. His eyes never left the glass of bourbon in his hand as he pointed his cigar towards the French doors leading to the backyard.
Once the doors were open she could hear the sound of laughter and conversation from the party next door beginning to trail off as the party moved inside for dinner. She also heard several male voices and the familiar moans and whimpers of her young friend coming from the poolhouse. Her heels clicked quickly as she walked around the pool towards her irresponsible friend. Her hand grabbed the handle but she couldn’t resist watching through the window first. She loved watching Kat have sex because it was so clear that she loved it. It was like watching a great artist paint or thoroughbred gallop when that woman had a cock in her. When Margaret peeked in though she saw her friend had three.
They were all young and hulking in appearance. They dwarfed poor Kat and nearly made it impossible to see her between them all. Her toned legs jutted out between one man underneath her and another hunched over her back and her strained face could be seen as another man held her head up by the hair and fucked her mouth. The three of them moved almost in rhythm as they assaulted her holes. Two other men sat nude on a couch playing xbox either waiting their turn or waiting for their friends to finish.
Margaret’s thick nipples swelled and her chest heaved threatening to break free of her antiquated dress. The men were brutal with her and she was loving every second of it. When her mouth wasn’t full it was shouting out her pleas for their cocks. Kat was utterly insatiable.
Margaret watched as her friend’s legs shuttered and her eyes rolled back in obvious orgasmic bliss and she waited through her moaning aftershocks. She waited for the boys to cum for as long as she could, but she could wait no longer and her hand turned the handle and she stepped inside to break up the party. “Mrs. Mitchell!!! Your c***dren are right inside the house, not to mention your husband! I’m sure that this is no way for a proper southahn woman to behave. Boys I’m sorry but I need her to come with me right now.”
The boys stopped dead, their once pistoning cocks now still inside the beautiful young mother and wife. The one with his cock in Kat’s mouth pulled his shiny black cock out of her “Why don’t you ask yo friend if she wants us to leave bitch! Cuz I think this white slut wants us to stay. Ain’t that right white slut? “. He slapped his dripping cock on Kat’s face as he asked her. “What you say her name was? Mrs. Mitchell? “. His friend’s laughed, still uneasy at the woman’s brazen and flapless interruption of their debauchery.
“Please Margaret can they stay a little longer?” Kat’s voice was hoarse and sincere in her request and it made the boys laugh louder. The one underneath her started slowly fucking her flooding gaping pussy again as did the boy with his cock in her ass.
“Yea Margaret, I aint even got to fuck her asshole yet!” One of the boys on the couch spoke up with genuine disappointment in his voice.
“Well I am sorry boys, but she belongs to me and I’m afraid you can’t have her anymore.” She sounded more like a woman taking a puppy away than someone trying to extract her friend from a gangbang. “I’m sure she will be more than happy to make it up to you another time. If you absolutely have to get off tonight though, I’m sure that nobody will miss her pathetic excuse for a husband at the party. He dresses up quite nicely, and from what I understand he is very accommodating.” She put her hand on the broad chest of the boy behind her friend and watched as his long black cock slowly followed him backwards until it was finally removed from her gaping pink asshole. Margaret kissed his cheek and smiled. “Thank you young man.” She helped her friend slowly lift herself off the other cock that she’d been riding.
“But…” Kat began to protest before Margaret placed a shining finger wet with her juices to her lips.
“Go inside and clean up quickly and get dressed. Tell Grace to get prepared and come out to the poolhouse to finish what you’ve started here and both of you hurry your little asses up!” She winked when she called her husband Will by his sissy name and slapped Kat’s ass for punctuation on her marching orders.
“I’m really very sorry boys. Under different circumstances this could have been a much better night for all of us. I can assure you though that Grace will see to your happiness to the best of her abilities.” The boys sat silent and stunned and naked as the two women closed the door behind them.
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