The Gathering Book 2 continuedChapter 2 Parental Concern
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"Kathy's not at home," Mr. Kent said quietly, his eyes roving over the slimbody of his daughter's friend. 17 year old Marie had always tempted him sorely,with her long slim legs, short skirts and penchant for wearing tight clothing.
"Thanks Mr. Kent," Marie said softly, her green eyes boring into his asif she could read his mind. "Would you mind if I waited for her? We reallyneed to talk." Without waiting for his reply, she sauntered past him, her Obsessionperfume filling his nostrils, her black skirt riding over her hips as she plantedherself firmly into his armchair in the corner. She wore a blue tank top thatexposed most of her upper body, including the gold ring on her belly button.Her long red hair made a charming contrast to her pale skin and black skirt.
Mr. Kent shrugged and walked into the kitchen, trying to hide the bulgethat was beginning to grow beneath his pants. Her mixture of insolence andarrogance had always been maddening, and yet arousing to him. He had alwaysfeared that she was a bad influence on his somewhat straight-laced daughterKathy, who seemed to hang onto her every word. He had never quite understoodwhat kept them together, but he had certainly enjoyed having Marie around.The reaction she provoked within him was proof that his wife's death a yearago, and his isolation, hadn't deprived him of his manhood. For the past year,his entire life had been caring for his patients at the prestigious hospitalwhere he worked. He had hardly looked at any girl…. well, except forMarie. He thought, his face going red, as he struggled to adjust his stillexpanding penis beneath his trousers…He could suddenly feel rising panic,as he heard Marie's footsteps coming towards the kitchen. She couldn't seehis excitement!
"Mr. Kent," Marie said, now coming into the kitchen behind him. "Can I helpyou with something here?" He was about to answer when he noticed that she wasleering straight into his eyes, a knowing look in her eyes. "Mr. Kent," shecontinued. "Did Kathy tell you that I got a new tattoo last week?"
"No, I guess not," Mr. Kent mumbled, wondering where this was heading.
"Would you like to see it?"
"I guess so..why not?" he said slowly, a sudden thought coming into hismind, then his eyes bulged, as Marie raised her short black skirt, halfwayup her thighs, her white skin suddenly bared to his hungry eyes. Her thighswere angular and slightly fleshy, and Mr. Kent suddenly noticed that in additionto her bellybutton ring, there was a small tattoo of a bird there. "You meanthis?" he asked, a sudden bravado coming over him, as he ran his fingertipsover the tattoo on her belly.
"No silly," Kathy giggled, raising her skirt still higher until Mr. Kentcould see another tattoo at the corner of her left thigh, tantalizingly closeto the pink silk panties that he could suddenly see clearly.
"Wow," Mr. Kent ran his fingers over the tattoo of a small penis. "Thisis kind of naughty, isn't it, Marie?" he asked, slowly going completely tohis knees, as Marie raised her skirt still higher.
"What's naughty?" Marie asked, her voice suddenly husky. "the tattoo orwhat you're doing?" she sat down on the wooden chair in the kitchen, her skirtnow raised completely to her waist, her panties totally exposed, as Mr. Kent,his breathing now heavier began to caress both her thighs and her belly button.
"Don't you think it was naughty to show me a tattoo that was so close toyour panties?" Mr. Kent asked, now nuzzling his nose against the black pantiesthat barely covered the juicy flesh beneath. He could see that the pantieswere wet, stuck to the white skin, evidence that Marie had been playing a gameright from the start. He slight musky odor from beneath the panties inflamedhim, and he rubbed his nose even harder against the panties.
"Ummm Mr. Kent, but you don't seem to be interested in the tattoo at all," Mariegasped, as she felt Mr. Kent's fingers run lightly, and then more forcefullyover her private parts, through her panties.
"Like you didn't know what I would be interested in, when you started thiswhole game." Mr. Kent said, a sudden measure of confidence in his voice, ashe began to massage and maul Marie's wet cunt beneath the panties.
Marie said nothing, even when Mr. Kent slipped her panties entirely offher and stuck his tongue deep into her. He ran his fingertips against her vaginallips, teasing them, opening them, biting them and licking them until Marie'ssighs and gasps filled the room. Mr. Kent knew had been nervous initially,but he was now in complete control. If there was one thing he knew how to do,it was to eat pussy. Soon Marie began to hold his head, her ragged gasps theroom as he found her clit and sucked on it, his fingers at the same time sinkingdeep into her essence, thrusting inside and outward until he located her G-spot.Marie screamed loudly, bucking against him and shuddering, covering his facewith her pussy juices, as a huge orgasm wracked her body.
Mr. Kent held her until the orgasm subsided, then stood up, his penis rockhard, now level with Marie's face. She immediately got out of the chair andfell to her knees, licking, nibbling and swallowing, until Mr. Kent pushedher away from him suddenly.
"What_ _?" she stared at him in surprise, her eyes questioning.
"You didn't think you'd get away with just a blow job, did you?" he askedsticking his still erect penis back into his briefs, going to the wooden cupboardin the corner, his eyes still on Marie, while his hands searched within.
"What do you mean?" Marie asked, then her eyes bulged as she saw the longleather belt he was holding.
"You've been teasing me for months, showing me your legs, your panties,and finally making me eat your pussy…and you think the only thing you'llonly have to do is give me a blow job?" There was a stern look in Mr. Kent'seyes he folded the belt and lashed it together, against his palm.
"Mr. Kent, I don't _ _" Marie began, backing away, a look of fear in hereyes.
"I know you don't usually get spanked," Mr. Kent said. "And that's why youbehave the way you do, dressing like a slut, corrupting my daughter, and nowdaring to corrupt even me. But you'll get your comeuppance now. I hope theorgasm was worth what you're about to get. Strip everything, remove ALL yourclothes."
"Mr. Kent, you can't do this to me," Marie's eyes darted around the roomlike a frightened rat. "KKKathy could be back any minute, " she stammered. "I'lltell Kathy, I'll tell my dad."
"Kathy is away for the day, and won't be back till night, and you won'ttell her anything, because you know she looks up to you, and she would STOPlooking up to you if she knew what happened today. As for your dad, from whatI know about him, it's my bet that he would probably be too embarrassed tohear something like this from you, and he would never believe anything likethat. Besides we both know you won't do anything like that, because you thriveon your tough girl reputation." He paused, his face suddenly hardening. "I'vehad enough talk, Marie, Now STRIP!!"
A resigned look on her face, Marie slowly removed her skirt. "Can't I keepmy top on?"
"No. Almost everything is already exposed in that tank top, anyway. You'renot showing much more."
"But I'm not wearing a bra underneath," she whined.
"That's your problem not mine," Mr. Kent said impassively. "You should havethought of that before coming here to seduce me. Come to think of it, not wearinga bra was probably part of your plan, anyway, so you gotta live with it. EVERYTHINGOFF!!" He slapped the belt against his palm, and Marie hurriedly removed hertank top, exposing her round breasts with their rather large pink nipples,which she tried to cover.
"HANDS OFF!" Mr. Kent shouted, and Marie's hands dropped to her sides, acrimson blush beginning to spread over her face and chest.
"Feeling embarrassed are you?" Mr. Kent said, a satisfied look coming tohis face. "That's what happens when you behave like a slut…though youprobably can't help it….just like I can't help what I'm about to doto you."
"Wwhat are you gonna do to me?" Kathy moaned, unconsciously wringing herhands, then trying to use them to cover her private parts.
Mr. Kent ignored the motion. He knew that by the time he finished with her,modesty would be her least concern. "Go into the guest room, climb onto thebed on your hands and knees and stick up your ass for me, NOW!"
With a pleading look in her eyes, Marie slowly obeyed, and seconds later,she screamed loudly as the first lash struck her exposed behind. "SHIT!Youbastard, do you wanna kill me?"
"One extra stroke for insolence," Mr. Kent said quietly, pushing down herback, forcing her dancing buttocks to stay in place. "the more attitude yougive, the more strokes you'll get," A loud scream filled the room, as he struckMarie again on her buttocks, noting with interest, that a red welt had appearedwhere he had previously struck. Marie's ass danced around in pain, but obedientlystood up again, after he warned her. Again and again, he struck her buttocksand her thighs, ignoring her loud screams and pleas, relishing the power hefelt, in making her accept what he was doing to her. When the ass was a massof cross-crossed red welts, he stopped. By now, Marie was sobbing quietly,her voice hoarse from the screaming she had done. Mr. Kent slowly ran his handsthrough her hair, his face softening. "Didn't quite go as planned, did it?" hesaid quietly.
"No," she mumbled. "I didn't know you would be such a beast."
"Neither did I," he replied apologetically. "But you said it. Youawakened a beast within me. And though you're weeping, your body doesn'texactly seem to have hated what I did.
"What do you mean?" she began, then gasped, as he stuck two fingers around her
vaginal lips and brought them back soaked in her juices.
"You're soaking," he said triumphantly. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
She mumbled something, and he laughed. Well, now that we seem to have discovereda number of common points, I think I can pamper myself a bit." Removing hisswollen penis from its confinement in his briefs, he climbed onto the bed directlybehind her and thrust deep into her essence. For the next few minutes, thebed took a pounding it never had, and the entire house was filled with loudmoans and groans of pleasure. It was a good thing that Mr. Kent's house wassoundproofed.
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