“The way you manfully took over and managed the encounter.”
Barry’s face fell, “Oh. Wasn’t I supposed to?”
“No, hang on, yes. Fuck, I don’t know which one. Baz, you did as you were supposed to, exactly. You took control and allowed me to do what I wanted to do, but safely. I knew you would protect me if shit went down.”
Barry thought about what had happened and thought, ‘Shit! I did too! I knew she wanted to, and thinking about watching her do it made me hot as hell, so I made it happen. Damn! It seems like she wanted me to control her and the situation.’
“You’ll always be safe with me, baby,” Barry stated, patting Gloria’s thigh.
“Nice, safe answer, Baz,” Gloria smirked. “But what was with that?”
“Taking over?”
“Yes.”
Barry took his eyes off the road long enough to meet his fiancée’s stare. Then turning back to the road, he answered, “You weren’t complaining.”
“Baz! You’re not in trouble,” Gloria emphatically stated. “Stop tippy-toeing around me, and answer the damned question.”
“I don’t know, Gloria,” Barry responded. “I didn’t think about it. I just did it. It seemed like the right thing to do, so I did it.”
“It was, Baz. It surely was!” Gloria smilingly said as she thought, ‘He’s going to be just like daddy! People will think he’s a cuckold, but he’s not. He’ll set up most of my encounters willingly and get off on them as much as I will. This is going to be fantastic.’
The rest of the ride was uneventful, and they eventually pulled up outside Ben’s house. Barry wanted to park and come inside, but with a lovingly soft kiss, Gloria patted his cheek and said, “I’ll see you at yours for dinner tomorrow, Baz. I’ll bring something to cook.”
Gloria walked inside, went to her room to take a quick shower, made sure her pussy was well cleaned, and then went looking for Ben. Glancing into the kitchen to find it empty, she marched down to the lounge. Opening the door, she found Emily sitting on Ben’s lap, snuggled onto his broad chest.
“You!” Gloria gestured at Ben. “Get your ass down to your bedroom. You have some explaining and apologising to do. Emily, you lusciously bottomed trollop, you may follow and watch.”
“And if I refuse to move?” Emily simpered.
“Then I’ll pull you off Ben’s lap, spank you, and send you to bed. Well? What’s it to be?”
Hands on hips, Gloria glared at the pair of them as Ben chuckled. Emily held her ground, but when Gloria took a step towards her, she squeaked and jumped from Ben’s embrace.
Gloria tapped her foot and pointed toward Ben’s bedroom, “Get!” She demanded.
Feigning unconcern, Ben stood and strolled to his room.
Following after him, Gloria flung back over her shoulder, “Get your vibrator, Emily. You won’t want to miss this.”
Emily decided she sure as hell didn’t want to miss it, so she scampered off to her bedroom before meeting the others in Ben’s bedroom.
Stripping off and holding her clothes, a naked Gloria walked into Ben’s room. Emily burst into the room behind Gloria, squeaking again as she saw Gloria naked and swiftly peeled off her clothes.
“Sit there,” Gloria demanded of Emily, pointing at the loveseat. “You may look but not touch unless I say you can.”
Dismissing Emily from her mind, Gloria stood, hands on hips glaring at Ben, “Mr Stokes, you have entirely too many clothes on. Get your sexy butt naked and sit on your bed!”
Grinning, Ben mocked a salute and said, “Yes, ma’am!”
“I’ll ‘yes, ma’am’ you if you’re not naked by a count of three,” Gloria growled.
Starting to be perturbed, Ben quickly stripped and sat on his bed. Looking at the two gorgeous and naked women in his room, Ben hardened, despite beginning to worry how about how much trouble he was in. Seeing Ben’s gorgeously long and thick 7-inch cock had Gloria’s pussy instantly drooling, but she had business to attend to first.
“Mister Ben Stokes, how do you get off fucking my father behind my mother’s and my back for all these years?”
Emily gasped but was silenced by Gloria’s glare.
“You said you both knew about it,” Ben whiningly protested.
“Yes. But you didn’t know we did! I only just found out today that Dad didn’t know that Mum and I knew. So, back to my question. Why the fuck were you fucking my father behind Mum’s back? You damn well know she wouldn’t have cared!”
Ben sighed, agreeing that he had royally fucked up, but he had to try at least to explain.
“Mark asked me if I wanted to fuck him, too. Gloria. I told him I didn’t fancy men, but he explained about his cross-dressing fantasies and showed me some pictures of him done up. I still wasn’t interested, but I thought he looked pretty good all done up. Then he promised to create more opportunities for Beverly and me to play if I’d fuck him too.
“So you did, you damned slut,” Gloria railed, hoping Ben couldn’t smell how turned on she was. “Why didn’t you tell Mum?”
Ben sighed again, “Because Mark begged me not to, Gloria. He is terrified that Gloria will discover it and divorce his girly ass. Your father would die if Beverly left him, Gloria. You know that.”
“More likely kill himself than die,” Gloria muttered. “But same same, really.” Louder, she added, “I’m still not satisfied with that answer, Benny boy. That would explain once or twice, but most Thursdays for over a year? Nah! What else?”
Ben grinned, “Mark gives better head than you and your mother, and his ass is much tighter!”
Despite herself, Gloria laughed, then exclaimed, “Bullshit! I’m calling bullshit on that!”
Ben chuckled but admitted, “Yeah, you’re right. But he’s pretty damned close! But he loves being humiliated, and sometimes that’s a fun game to play!”
Deciding she’d admonished Ben sufficiently, Gloria thought it was time for some fun. So sitting her voluptuous ass on Ben’s knees, she rubbed her huge melons over his face.
“These things don’t suck themselves, Mister Stokes,” She growled.
As Ben suckled on her thick nipple, Gloria took him in her hand and guided him to her entrance. Then with a huge sigh, she settled onto Ben’s turgid pole.
Behind her, the sound of a buzzing toy rose. Smiling to herself, Gloria leant forwards and pushed on Ben’s shoulders, toppling him onto his back. Then leaning over, Gloria pushed her crinkly-hard nipple back into Ben’s mouth.
“This is just a warm-up, Mr Benjamin,” Gloria snarled. “If you think I’m letting you off the hook for fucking my father and then doing all the work, you can think again!”
Ben sat, laughed, and stood up, lifting the surprised Gloria. Ben then turned and unceremoniously dumped Gloria face down onto the bed. Before Gloria could react, Ben smacked her ass, took two lengths of soft rope out of his bedside table and tied Gloria’s ankles to the bed’s legs.
Once Gloria was firmly tied down, Ben pushed two pillows under Gloria’s hips, then covered her lush body with his muscly one and positioned his thick, rampantly erect cock at her vulva’s entrance. Next, he forced his hands under Gloria’s upper body and grabbed a double handful of her almost watermelon-sized breasts. Satisfied he had positioned himself correctly, Ben hauled back on Gloria’s tits as he rammed his hips forward, driving full-length into Gloria’s sopping wet pussy in one aggressive push.
“Ungh!” Gloria grunted.
Ben slammed into her again.
“Ungh!”
Again.
“Umpf!”
Pulling all but the tip of his cock out of Gloria, Ben squeezed her teetahs hard and launched himself into her.
“Ungh!”
Ben repeated his forceful lunge into Gloria.
“Oh, Gawd!” Gloria yelled. “I’m coming!”
Then, bouncing up and down and back and forth, her head tossing, her mouth panting, Gloria tipped her head back and yowled as her orgasm picked her up on its crest and dashed her onto the rocks of her shattered mind. Overwhelmed, Gloria briefly passed out.
Gloria’s eyes fluttered open only a few deep, slow breaths later, and she growled, “If you think you’re finished there, guess again!”
Chuckling, Ben added two more pillows under Gloria, causing her wobbly posterior to arch lewdly into the air. Then taking more rope yet out of his bedside table, Ben tied Gloria’s hands to the headboard before untying her ankles and binding them together. Then, taking a bottle of sex lube out of the drawer, Ben oiled his thick tool and Gloria’s ring.
Gloria uses her dark fuck hole regularly, so Ben didn’t bother with any preparation other than lube. Making a last check to ensure he had lubed his dick and Gloria’s rosebud adequately, Ben spread his knees and knelt astride Gloria’s ass kneeling upright. Then pushing his throbbing member down, Ben lined it up with Gloria’s pucker hole, forced the first few inches in until the head hit her knot, then placed his hand on her lower back for balance and pumped his whole dick deep into her rear fuck hole.
“Oomph!” Gloria groaned as Ben speared through her knot.
Ben pulled back and slowly but relentlessly shoved back in.
“Oomph!” Gloria grunted again.
Ben let his elbows bend and sagged onto Gloria’s back, then moving his hands under Gloria’s armpits, Ben gripped her shoulders and pulled back as he jammed into her ass a third time. The next time he slammed into her, Ben pulled back on Gloria’s shoulders, forcing even more of his turgid pole into her ass.
“Umph!” Gloria grunted. “Harder,” she gasped next.
Ben moved his left hand to Gloria’s left nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. Then, as he jammed into her into Gloria’s fuck hole for the fifth, he squeezed and twisted her nipple mercilessly.
“Oh, fuck!” Gloria groaned as she orgasmed again. “That’ll do it!”
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