MILF Master Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – MILF Master Ch. 03 by Kmaster3000,Kmaster3000
Catherine and I were sitting on the sofa binging the latest season of some series I had been following. Normally she had her shows and I had mine but lately she had been asking what I was doing and if she could join me. Also she had been extra nice lately, making my lunch and preparing some of my favorite meals for dinner. All of this was making me nervous because it was usually a precursor to some type of renovation or bright idea she had. Not that I really cared, she had the money to do whatever she wanted but she kept thinking she needed my permission and the bigger the work up the bigger the ask. I just let her do her thing and acted suitably grumpy but eventually supportive when she finally came out and told me. It also led to some great sex after so that was the motivation to my method acting.

“Tim, do you remember last week when Kim saw us then we talked about it?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah. That could have been bad, but I’m glad that you two talked it out and she seems alright with everything.” I replied, idly running my fingers along her upper arm while she was snuggled up against me.

“Well, after you left for work we talked some more and she want’s to try it out. Try some of the things we do, find out what it feels like.”

“Good for her, glad that she is open minded enough to try it. You did a good job with her.” I replied, turning to kiss her on the tip of her nose. “Did you give her some ideas where to look? Chat rooms, websites, maybe we could take her to a club.”

Catherine squirmed a bit, “Well, the thing is we both want her to try this with someone she knows and trusts first. Not some stranger in a club wearing a mask or that awkward ‘feeling out’ stage with her next partner.” She paused the looked up at me while patting my chest with her hand. “We think you should be the one.”

“What the fuck!” I blurted, jerking back in surprise. Well, maybe not total surprise because there had been the signs but having Catherine ask me to teach her daughter the literal ropes was still a bit much for me to take in.

“Baby, please. I know it sounds weird but, well there are a lot of dangerous and just creepy people out there. I don’t want her trying this out on her own and getting hurt, or worse.” Catherine continued quickly. “She trusts you, and so do I.”

“That’s not the point. We are together and have a pretty good thing going here, I don’t want to mess it up by, well with this. This isn’t some bad plot porno where the director yells ‘cut’ and we all walk off of the set. This is our life, and I don’t want to take any chances with it.”

I know what you are thinking, ‘What the fuck are you doing! She is asking you to tie up and probably fuck her daughter!’ Well, Catherine has a shit ton of baggage that we have been slowly unpacking. The last thing I want to do is screw things up by making her jealous of her own daughter and I.

I had pulled my arm from around her shoulders as she pushed herself back on the sofa. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and I could see tears glinting at the corner while she bit at her lip. “You don’t see it do you, you don’t see how perfect you are.” She said with a tight voice. “You are trying to talk me out of this when any other man would be jumping at the chance. That is why we both trust you to do the right thing.”

Fuck. If I refused and anything happened to Kate, Catherine would never forgive me. She already blamed herself for everything that Kate had gone through with that asshole ex of hers. She was determined that her daughter would not have the life of abuse that she had experienced.

“Alright, I’ll do it. No. We will do it, together. Understand?” I said with a sigh and she squealed with glee and threw herself at me wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a kiss on my lips. I pushed her off, holding her hands while making firm eye contact.

“Cath, we will need to agree on some safe words and boundaries.” I told her.

“Of course, I already told Kate about these. We can discuss it when she comes over.”

“No, not for her, for you.” I continued. “I need to be sure that you are alright with what we, what I will be doing. I don’t want Kate to think you are protecting her but I also don’t want to cross any lines between us, understand?”

For the next half hour we discussed exactly what we would do, and if the boundaries got pushed what the signal to pull back would be. Catherine was excited, almost creepily so. She had struggled to be a good mother to her daughter which was hard given how controlling and abusive her husband had been. Now she saw a chance to pass on some womanly wisdom to her child, even if it involved cuffs and gags instead of makeup and girl talk.

It was Friday evening when the doorbell rang and Catherine rushed to open it. I swirled the ice in my drink as she led Kate into the living room. They were both acting like nervous teenagers on their first double date while I was trying to keep my face stern and the anticipation out of my voice. Sure, I was scared as shit about how this might go wrong a dozen different ways, but until then I was going to be living a fantasy straight out of Penthouse Forum. Both of them were wearing their workout clothes, I had insisted that this first session be focused on the bondage and they dress for comfort and flexibility.

Catherine had on her black leggings and a loose crop top sweatshirt that hung off of one shoulder. Her large mature breasts pushed against the draping fabric giving me a glimpse of the deep cleavage created by the constricting material of her sports bra. Kate on the other hand had on some rose-pink booty shorts and a matching sports bra with multiple narrow straps that crisscrossed her back. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and she had on muted but clearly present makeup with gloss shining on her lips. She looked like someone ready to make an Instagram workout video. If this is what she wore to the gym then there must be a lot of people there cursing at their spotters.

“Take a seat.” I told them, waving to the sofa. They sat, awkwardly trying to figure out whether to sit together or apart, cross their legs or keep them together and where to put their hands. I almost laughed at how difficult they were making something that was so natural. Finally they settled in, beside but not touching each other with their feet flat on the floor and hands on their knees.

“Kate, you asked for this and your mother convinced me to agree but I want to make sure you understand what you are getting into.”

She nodded. “I want to try out the BDSM lifestyle, and the best way to do it is with someone you know and trust. That person is you.”

I leaned forward resting my forearms on my knees as I set my glass on the coffee table. “I’m glad that you trust me with this, now let’s go over some of the rules.” For the next few minutes we discussed things like safe words, settling on the basic ‘Red/Yellow/Green’ and that Catherine would demonstrate everything before Kate tried it. She was nervous, but eager and admitted to having watched a lot of videos over the previous week.

We started simple, using leather cuffs to bind their wrists first in front then behind them. Kate laughed nervously when I fastened the cuffs together, tugging at her bonds causing the metal links to rattle.

“Are you alright?” I asked and she nodded in reply. “Good, remember if you want things to slow down or need some time just say Yellow.”

“I remember. Green.” She replied.

“Good girl.” I told her as I patted her on the shoulder. I felt a small shiver in response and filed it away for later. We went through some of the more simple bondage positions until I had them both lying on the floor in a hogtie. Kate was a smaller version of her mother. She didn’t have the mature bust or hips that gave Catherine that curvy MILF figure but she was far from lean and skinny. Her tits were a C cup to her mom’s double D’s and her ass reflected the firm sexiness of youthful energy where Catherine fought for every inch off her hips. Both of them had smooth tanned skin and adorable round faces, Kate was cherubic while her mother was the sculpted elegance of a renaissance painting.

“How are you doing?” I asked as I squatted in front of them.

Kate strained her neck to look up at me, her cheeks were flushed and I appreciated the look down he sports bra that the angle afforded me. “This is cool, I feel kinda sexy but I am not feeling as turned on as I think I should.”

“I can fix that for you. Don’t go anywhere.” I replied and headed up to the bedroom. I came back down with a pair of massage wands, the big kind that plugged into the wall. Catherine gave an excited “Oooohhhh” while Kate looked on with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

I plugged the wands into an extension cord I had already secreted under the sofa then rolled Catherine up on one hip to position the wand between her legs. I turned it on to a low setting and settled her crotch down on the now buzzing head.

“Mmmmmmm” she purred like a cat being stroked in a warm sunbeam, her hips wiggling slightly to position herself better. “I wondered what was in that package you wouldn’t let me open.”

“You mean the one I had to hide to keep you from snooping. Seriously, you are worse than a kid at Christmas.” I replied, slapping her sharply on her spandex clad ass then pushing her hips down firmly against the wand. “Now, no more interruptions.”

I pulled a knotted length of cloth from my pocket and pushed it between her teeth. She groaned as I tied the cleave gag tightly behind her head, her eyes looking up at me sensually through long lashes.

I left her to marinate and turned my attention to Kate who had been watching with unconcealed excitement. I held the wand before her face, turning the setting dial up then back down slowly through the various speeds.

“One of the biggest things about being on the receiving end of bondage is the helplessness, the subservience to the dom. Any pleasure you receive is only because I chose to give it to you.” I waved the wand toward Catherine who was moaning quietly as her own vibrator did it’s work on her crotch.

“Your mom is a brat. She likes to challenge me, find ways to annoy me so that I have to punish her and then either through that punishment or after she finds her pleasure.” I tugged the wand from its position in her crotch and left it lying between her knees. She squawked in surprise and frustration, glaring at me with angry eyes.

“Oh, it’s still there, you just have to work to find it. Maybe that will teach you not to pry into other people’s affairs.

“Aye ate oooo.” She grumbled through the cloth in her mouth as she squirmed in her hogtie, trying to push herself back on the floor to find the still buzzing knob of the vibrator.

I chuckled before turning my attention back to Kate. “Now, you don’t come across as a brat, at least not yet. I think you are a good person who is trying to make other people happy, often to the detriment of yourself. But with bondage, and especially with roleplay you can’t be all giving. As the sub, you need to set the boundaries or else the Dom will keep pushing and maybe push too far. Understand?”

She nodded awkwardly, trying to keep eye contact from her position on the floor. “I get it.”

“Alright, good girl.” I murmured as I stroked her face. She sighed, pressing her cheek into my hand. Just as I thought, she got off on praise especially from men. Not surprising given her childhood. I nudged the vibrator between her legs, holding it in place while she wiggled into position then flicked it on.

“Ooooohhhhhh” she sighed, her hands flexing in her cuffs. “What about a gag, don’t I get one too?”

“Not yet, lets take things slow the first time.” I replied as I rose to my feet.

“But I didn’t say yellow or red, I thought that the sub set the boundaries.” She said in a cheeky voice.

I crouched down and flicked her nose lightly. “Don’t get pushy there little girl, you are starting to sound like your mother.”

“Well then maybe you should shut me up then.” She replied with a smug smile.

“I am not giving you a gag because if I did you wouldn’t be able to use any safe words.” I told her in a firm no nonsense voice.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that.” She said almost apologetically. “Sorry, I guess this is why you need to have an experienced person in charge.”

“That’s right, but if you really want to try it there are ways around that. Open your mouth.”

She complied, her pink lips pulling back from her white teeth as I pushed the knotted cloth into her mouth. I flicked her ponytail aside and tied the gag firmly in place. She chewed on the fabric, testing the feeling as she quietly mumbled and grunted.

I reached into a drawer and pulled out the TV remote. I removed one of the batteries and held it where she could see it. “I am going to put this in your hand. Drop it if you want me to stop whatever I am doing. This is only a Red/Green cue which is why I was reluctant to use it this early, understood.”

She nodded and opened her hand for me to place the battery in her palm. She closed her fist around it and I took the opportunity to reach down between her legs and nudge the vibrator up a setting. She gave a small moan, her eyes sliding closed as she savored the sensation of pleasure mixed with helplessness.

“Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished.” I told her, patting her on the head as I tugged the massage wand out from between Catherine’s legs again. “That’s the way of the world. I think you are a good girl who want’s to be a bad girl. You be you Kate, your mom and I are proud of you already.”

Her sigh contrasted nicely with Catherine’s frustrated grunts as she struggled to find the vibrator again. I sat back, watching both women as they squirmed on the carpet. Their eyes closed as they chewed on the gags in their mouths, enjoying the feelings between their legs.

I enjoyed the show for a while, these two beautiful women hogtied and gagged at my feet. Their muffled moans and groans accompanying the subtle musky smell of their love juices as the wiggled their crotches on the vibrators that hummed along steadily. Occasionally I would see Catherine glance over at Kate, she had squirmed back when I had pulled her wand away and was able to clearly see her daughter as she writhed in her bonds. Kate was too lost in her own sensation, gently tugging at her cuffs and chewing on the now damp gag between her teeth as her thighs clenched the massage wand tightly against her pussy.

My cock was uncomfortably stiff in my pants so I unbuckled my belt and slid it free, stroking it as I watched mother and daughter enjoying their shared moments. Catherine grunted and I looked over at her. Her eyes were glued to the shaft grasped loosely in my hand and she mumbled through her gag.

“Meeze, meeze et eee uck ooo.”

I smiled and patted my leg, without further urging she squirmed her way across the carpet until I was able to reach down and lift her to her knees. I reached behind, unclipping her wrist from her ankle cuffs then releasing her ankle restraints so she could kneel more comfortably. She was rubbing her cheek against my erect shaft when I pulled the gag from her mouth.

“Oh god, I am so fucking horny right now.” She gasped. “You could drown a small child in my pussy.”

“Well, that was crude.” I exclaimed.

She didn’t respond, her mouth was already wrapped around my prick as she slurped noisily. Her hands were still bound behind her back but that didn’t seem to affect her performance at all. She ran her lips up and down the sides of my shaft, her tongue licking hungrily at the thick veiny member. She took the head between her lips, sucking hard as she forced her face down until her nose brushed against my pelvis.

“EEee ooooo. Eeeze, eee ooooo.” I heard in a whining tone from the floor. Both Catherine and I stopped and looked down at where Kate was watching us with pleading eyes as she tried to mumble around the gag in her mouth.

“Eeeze, eeezzeee.” She whimpered, inching her way awkwardly across the carpet toward us.

I glanced down at Catherine. “This is your call, it was your idea. How far does this go?”

She looked at me, then down at the lust filled pleading eyes of her daughter. Some drool fell from her chin and her sports bra had been tugged down as she crawled over the carpet, exposing one breast and hard nipple.

“Alright, but only if I am here, understood?” Catherine said.

Both Kate and I nodded, then I leaned over and unfastened her wrist restraints. “Help her up. You can undo her hogtie, but she stays cuffed.”

Catherine pulled Kate to her knees and soon both of them were kneeling between my wide spread legs. Catherine used her now free hands to stroke my cock while Kate looked on with a mixture of nervousness and eagerness, waiting for some guidance.

“Kate, your mom says that you can join us but only when she is present. Do you accept this condition?” I asked.

“Yes, yes I do.” She replied breathlessly.

“Alright then let’s see what you can do. Catherine, put my cock in her mouth.”

Catherine hesitated for a moment, then with a small stiffening of her shoulders took Kate by the back of the neck and pushed her firmly down on my prick. Kate complied and the head of my cock slid easily into her warm mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she slowly slid her face down my shaft just as her mother had done moments before.

“Ooooohhhh, that’s a good girl, you are a very good girl.” I murmured, laying back into the sofa and pushing my hips forward slightly.

“Mmmm hmmmm” she groaned in reply, sliding back up until her pink lips kissed the head of my prick then taking it deep into her mouth again. She bobbed her head up and down on my cock, her tongue sliding along the bottom of the shaft while she sucked with impressive force. I put my hand on the top of her head, gently stroking her hair as I moaned in response to her skill.

“My turn.” Catherine said in a slightly jealous voice, pulling Kate off of my shaft by her ponytail and taking it possessively in her own mouth. Kate whimpered in disappointment but made up for it by shuffling down and flicking her tongue over my ball sack. There wasn’t much room down there with Catherine’s huge tits but Kate didn’t seem to mind, pushing her way in and taking one of my balls in her mouth as she sucked gently.

I grabbed Catherine by the hair, much more firmly than I had done to Kate but it was what she liked. She moaned around the cock that filled her mouth as I forced her head down on the shaft then pulled it up just before she began to gag. One of her hands came up to rest on my thigh, her nails digging in as she struggled to hold my prick as deep in her as she could. I noticed that her other hand draped over Kate’s shoulder, holding her daughter firmly in place between her tit and my thigh while she licked and sucked on my balls.

Catherine worked hard on my cock, almost as if she wanted to prove to her daughter that she was still head of the house. I wanted to disabuse both of them of the notion that they had anything to compete over before it got messy. I took both of them by the hair and pulled them up to their knees, making soft popping sounds when my cock and balls left their mouths. I rose and pulled them to their feet, Kate struggling in her unfamiliar bondage but soon they were standing side by side.

“Catherine, take off your pants and sit on the sofa, legs spread. I am going to fuck you now.”

“Yes Sir.” She replied eagerly, sliding the workout pants down over here hips and leaving them in a pile on the floor. She took my place on the sofa, spreading her legs and giving me a look at her still wet pussy.

I tugged Kate’s booty shorts down, noticing that like her mother she was shaved bald down there. I lowered her to the sofa beside Catherine and she spread her legs as well, looking up with that same eager but nervous expression. She was experiencing a lot of firsts tonight, and getting naked beside her mom was just one of them.

“Remember your words, and use them if you need to.” I told her, running the tip of my finger along her lips and under her chin. She nodded, biting her lip in the same way her mother did. I moved over between Catherine’s widely spread legs and lowered myself to my knees. Conveniently, her pussy was lined up directly with my cock and I played the tip up and down over her swollen pussy lips. She moaned at the familiar torture, knowing that any effort to urge me on would only prolong the teasing.

Meanwhile, I traced my finger down Kate’s body. I briefly played my hand over her still exposed breast, rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb. She whimpered softly, arching her back and pushing her tit into my hand. I continued down her quivering stomach and finally between her legs. Her pussy was as wet as her mothers, and she pushed her hips forward against my probing fingers.

“No, not yet.” I chided her, pulling my hand away and stroking the inside of her thigh. She bit her lip in frustration, her shoulders rolling as she squirmed to contain her arousal.

“He is in charge baby. You asked for this, you need to be patient and let him take control.” Catherine gasped softly, her hand reaching out to grasp Kate’s thigh in a firm but comforting grip. “He knows what he is doing.”

“Alright.” Kate said breathlessly as she settled back into the deep leather cushion. “I’m all yours, master.”

“Master eh?” I murmured. “I like the sound of that. Remember what I said, good girls get rewarded.”

I slid two fingers into Kate’s pussy and she groaned loudly in response. When I was fully inserted, I let my thumb play over her clit while I hooked my index finger to gently stroke the top of her vaginal wall. You would think I gave her an electric shock the way she tensed with a gasp. I slowly pulled out then repeated the movement, earning another moan of pleasure.

Once I had my rhythm with Kate, I took my cock in my other hand and guided it into Catherine’s eager pussy. Like her daughter, she gave a long slow moan as she felt my member fill her up and she pushed her hips against me trying to pull me as deeply as possible. I rested my other hand on her pelvis and ran my thumb over her clit, earning another shock like reaction and a gasp of surprise.

With a slow steady rhythm I fucked and fingered the two women, enjoying the feeling of their pussies clenching my cock and fingers while they squirmed and moaned in pleasure on the sofa. Catherine gave her familiar long sensual groans while Kate gave sharper quick gasps and unsteady whimpers in response to my playful fingers. I saw her straining against the cuffs that still held her arms behind her back, the frustration only adding to her arousal.

Between the time spent on the vibrator and the sensual sounds filling the room it didn’t take long for either of them to start building to their respective orgasms. I felt Catherine’s pussy start to twitch around my thrusting cock while Kate squeezed her thighs tight against my hand, trapping my fingers in her snatch. I let her enjoy the moment, wiggling my fingers in her incredibly sensitive pussy as my thumb traced circles around her engorged clit.

“Oh god, oh fuck, right there. Please, please just like that.” Kate gasped, her voice high with tension as I felt her cunt muscles start to twitch. Her hips squirmed and her strong legs tensed, lifting her off the sofa as she arched in response to her orgasm.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh, ooohhhhh, fffuuuccckkkkkk!” she wailed, thrashing her head side to side while she bucked against my trapped but still probing hand.

“Oh god, oh fuck yeah, oh my god!” Catherine gasped beside her. Unlike her daughter, her voice got deeper and huskier when she came but the reaction was the same. She arched as well, pushing her hips hard against my cock while her pussy clamped down tight. Her powerful legs squeezed almost painfully against my hips, holding me in place as she ground her crotch against mine.

I couldn’t hold out any longer and blew my own load, painting the inside of Catherine’s cunt with my hot white cum. “Nnnnnggghhhhh” I groaned as spurt after spurt of jizz flowed out of my cock and into her hard mature body.

After a few moments all three of us collapsed onto the sofa. My face buried itself happily into Catherine’s huge tits and she wrapped her arms possessively around my shoulders as she kissed the top of my head. I felt Kate’s thighs relax and I slowly pulled my hand from her body, wiping my dripping fingers on the inside of her thigh. I looked up to see that Kate’s head had lolled over and was nestled against her mother’s shoulder, like a child who had fallen asleep in the car. Catherine lifted one arm and pulled her daughter into a gentle hug, kissing the top of her head just as she had done mine.

I pushed myself up, rising unsteadily to my feet then leaned over to kiss Catherine’s welcoming lips. She kissed back, her tongue flicking into my mouth while her hand tangled in my hair. We made out hungrily for a few moments, the last dregs of our passion fueling us until we parted with a quiet gasp. I looked down and saw Kate watching us, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath. Catherine looked over at her daughter with a loving smile. Then with a gentle but firm push of her hand, she guided my head down and I kissed Kate’s soft pink lips.

A few minutes later and the three of us were cuddled on the sofa, me in the middle and both women snuggled into my arms. Catherine idly played with my hair while Kate’s fingers traced lines through my chest hair.

“Is, is it always like that?” she asked. “When you use bondage in sex?”

Catherine smiled then leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. “When you do it with someone who knows you. Someone you…” she hesitated for a second “someone you trust.”

Kate looked at her mom, then at me and then back at her mom with a brief frown of annoyance. She shrugged it off, then squirmed uncomfortably. “Would you mind, mind if, if…”

“You are welcome to come back any time, as long as your mother is present. That was the deal, right?” I said, looking down at Catherine.

She looked at me, then at Kate. “Well, I guess a mother has to make sacrifices for her children.” She said with an exaggerated sigh.

Kate broke out in a fit of nervous giggles and Catherine joined her. I rose to pour myself a drink, offering a glass to them.

“Water please, none of that bourbon stuff” Kate said with a grimace.

“Same for me please.” Catherine added.

A few minutes later and Kate had replaced her booty shorts and left. She had told her roommate that she was going to the gym and didn’t want her to worry. Catherine and I spent the rest of the evening talking about what had just happened. She admitted to feeling a little jealous when Kate joined us, but after seeing how much she enjoyed it and how respectful I was changed her mind. That night when we were in bed, she pulled my arm possessively over her shoulder and held to tight even after she fell asleep. I suspected she would always be a little nervous, you can’t be a low self esteem older woman and also be alright with your boy toy being around a hot younger version of yourself, but I would be sure to watch for that.

A few days later and I was at the job site when the site foreman called for me.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I called down from the third floor where I was working. I noticed what the commotion was when I recognized Catherine’s Audi with a food truck parked behind it. I quickly headed down the stairs to where Mark was standing beside Catherine.

“Tim, your girlfriend here says she wants to buy the whole crew lunch as long as I let you give her a tour of the site. Apparently, she wants to see what you do all day.” He said with an exaggerated sigh.

Catherine was standing beside him looking like she was headed out for a picnic. She had on a halter top sun dress with a light white cardigan sweater. Her tits strained at the fabric and Mark was struggling to keep his eyes averted. She was wearing white wedge sandals and even had her hair tied up in a kerchief, she looked like a 50’s housewife.

By now there was a small crowd milling around, most of them not as concerned as Mark about where they their eyes went. Catherine almost wallowed in the attention, smiling her brilliant smile and gently twisting her hips and shoulders to give the best view of her exaggerated hourglass figure.

“Alright, looks like we are breaking for lunch. Tim’s girlfriend has sponsored a food truck if you want but everyone has to be back to work in 1 hour.” Mark called out, then gave me an almost comical glare. “If she wants a tour fine, but she wears a hat and you don’t go anywhere where the flooring isn’t installed, understood.”

“Got it.” I nodded. Mark was a good guy, but you don’t mess with his job site. He was pissed at me about my girlfriend showing up and screwing with his day, the only thing that saved me was the fact he loved his food. I saw him eyeing the lineup at the truck and I quickly tried to shoo Catherine out of the way.

“Wait, wait, I need to grab the basket.” She said and I shit you not, pulled a wicker picnic basket out of the back seat of her car. Carrying it in the crook of her elbow, she took my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Now, show me what you do all day.”

“Protection first.” I told her and handed her one of the VIP guest hard hats. She grimaced as she settled it on her head trying not to muss her hair but then gave a smile as she patted it in place.

“Do I look construction now?” She asked playfully, then giggled when I rolled my eyes. I took her hand and led her into the building. She was exasperated when she realized that the elevator was not only not yet in service, but hadn’t even installed and was huffing by the time we got to the third floor where I had been working. “Now I understand why you have such a nice ass, I hate stairs.”

“Yep, so what’s with the visit?”

“I just missed you. We don’t get to do lunch often so I thought I would surprise you.” She said, pulling out a checkered tablecloth and laying it out on the floor then curling her legs under her as she set out the spread. We lunched on egg salad sandwiches, sliced fruit and cheese and crackers, she even brought a bottle of non-alcoholic wine and glasses.

After we were done I brushed the crumbs off of my lap and rose, extending a hand to help her to her feet. “Thanks for lunch. Now, why don’t we do what you really came here for.”

“Whatever do you mean Tim?” she replied in a shy voice.

I spun her around, wrapping my arm around her neck and pulling her tight against me. She gasped in surprise and her hard hat clattered to the floor. I pressed my lips to her ear and growled “You show up here, dressed like this, and bring a food truck that will have every person on the site dropping their tools and rushing to get in line. You want me to fuck you, to fuck you right here and right now.”

“No Tim, please. Please not here, anyone could find us.” She whimpered but also ground her ass against the bulge in my jeans.

I pushed her toward a sawhorse, bending her over and pulling up the hem of her dress. She was wearing a white thong that I tugged aside, rubbing my hand between her legs. I won’t say she was dripping wet, that is just for the cheap erotica, but she was already moist my sexy little perverted MILF.

“No, no Tim. Not here, not like this.” She gasped.

I tugged the kerchief from her hair and stuffed it in her mouth. “Shut up. The windows aren’t installed and if you don’t want anyone to find us you had better keep quiet.”

She moaned softly, then again when I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. I held her wrists with one hand while I tugged my cock out of my jeans with the other. I nudged the head of my prick against her pussy, working it around to lube it up then sliding it in. I went slowly, her arousal did not make up for a lack of foreplay, but she wiggled around and I was soon fully inside her.

“Nnnngggh, mmmppphhh” she mumbled through the cloth that gagged her mouth. I reached up and grabbed her by her long dark hair, pulling her up off of the bench so I could slide my hand into her top and grope one of her magnificent tits. That stupid sweater was in the way so I tore at it, the buttons popping and scattering across the floor.

“Hmmmpppphhhhh!” Catherine squealed and I felt her tense. Shit, I guess that was expensive. I would pay for that later but once I got my hand inside her dress and gave her tit a firm squeeze she relaxed and melted back against me, grinding her ass into my crotch.

There was no slow sensual teasing happening here, this was quick, rough and nasty. I let go of her wrists, wrapping my arm around her neck while my other hand continued to grope at her tits. She moaned and groaned through the lump of silk stuffed in her mouth, struggling to keep her balance as I thrust into her. Her sandals skidded across the dusty floor and soon she was pressed up against the wall. She put her hands out to brace herself on the sheet rock, her painted nails leaving gouges in the semi-hard surface.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” I gasped. Shit, I had no idea that this would be such a turn on.

“Mmmm hmmm.” She mumbled, nodding her head as best she could against my forearm that was wrapped under her chin.

I grunted, shoving my cock into her so hard that she was lifted up on her toes. She reached back with one hand, her nails digging into my neck while she pushed back against me. I felt my balls tighten and I barely contained a primal bellow of pure testosterone when I blew my load.

I held onto her, gasping with the release. Her grip on my neck relaxed and she stroked her hand across my cheek and up into my hair. My hard hat clattered to the floor, breaking the moment. I pulled back, releasing my chokehold around her neck and slowly extracting my cock from her pussy.

“Wow, just wow.” I mumbled as I tried to stuff my softening cock back into my jeans. “I’m, I’m sorry you didn’t…”

She pulled the cloth from her mouth and giggled as she sorted herself out, tugging her underwear back into place and straightening her dress. “Don’t worry, you can owe me one.” Her smile changed to a frown as she struggled with her now torn sweater then with a snort of disgust tugged it off and stuffed it in the basket. “In fact, you owe me two.”

“Sorry” I replied sheepishly. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“You couldn’t afford it.” She said with a smirk. “Instead, you will replace the floor in the kitchen next weekend and we will call it even.”

Shit.

We gathered up the remains of the picnic and I grabbed the basket while she replaced her hard hat. I led her down the stairs and out to her car. The crew were milling around the food truck finishing their lunch while Mike glanced at his watch.

“Thanks’ mam, but please avoid coming to my site again. I already broke three rules letting you in here and these morons are going to be distracted for the rest of the day.” He said gruffly.

Catherine nodded, then kissed him on the cheek and I contained a snort of laughter when he blushed like a schoolboy. “Thank you, I promise not to bother you again.” She put the basket in her car then turned to wave at me. “Bye Tim, see you for dinner.”

I waved back as she left the site. Mike’s bull roar ruined the moment “Alright you fuckers, back to work.”

I was back on the third floor picking up my tools and glancing at the scuff marks in the dust when I heard someone move up behind me.

“Damn, that’s one fine woman you have there Tim.”

I turned to see Chad and barely suppressed a sigh. Chad was that one guy who always shows up at every job. He barely does any work, makes things harder for everyone else and fucks off right after pay day.

“Yeah, she’s pretty special.” I replied, turning away.

“I guess she’s rich too, eh?” He continued.

I turned back, I didn’t like the tone he said that with. “She does ok, why?”

He pulled out his phone and held it up. “How much do you think she will pay to keep the video of you two off of the internet.” He said with a smirk.

Before he could think I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. He was wiry but I had a good 20lbs on him. “Give it to me, now.”

“Fuck dude, relax. I will cut you in, you are the star of the show after all. Just give me an e-mail address and we are golden.”

I dragged him across the room, kicking aside the barrier that blocked the open elevator shaft door then shoved him through it. He squealed in terror as his toes scrambled to keep contact with the floor and the hand without the phone clawed desperately at the doorframe.

“What the fuck!”

“Drop the phone, or I drop you.” I snarled.

“Fuck you asshole, let me go!” he wailed.

“You may want to reconsider those words, Chad. I am going to count to three and either you drop the phone, or you drop with it.”

“You can’t! That’s murder!” he stammered.

“One.” I said, and pulled my little finger away from my grip.

“Two.” I continued, pulling my ring finger away and holding my grip on his shirt with my remaining 3 fingers.

“You’ll go to jail, for life!” he gasped, scrambling to hold onto my wrist.

“Maybe, but you will be dead for a lot longer.” I replied, pushing him further into the empty shaft. “Make up your mind, my fingers are getting tired.”

“Alright, alright.” He stammered, then dropped the phone. I waited until I heard it smash on the concrete at the base of the shaft, then pulled him back. He staggered away, tugging at his shirt.

“You’ll pay for that you fucker.” He blurted as I dragged the barricade back into position.

“Bill me. But if you ever try to threaten her again, I will finish what we started here.”

He dashed off, threatening me in various ways that he didn’t have the guts to actually do. Unfortunately, at the end of the day I noticed that someone had gouged the door of my truck with a nail. On the bright side, Chad didn’t show up for work for the rest of the week so all in all I count that as a win.

When I got home Catherine wasn’t there. There was a note marked with the imprint of her lipstick kiss, saying that she had been called away for something and dinner was in the oven. There was also a printout of a flooring sample sitting on the counter next to a torn but neatly folded white sweater.

Shit.