Chapter 17

I know it’s the one fantasy that most men have (it’s most definitely one of mine) that they will wake up to a warm moist feeling on their cock, opening their eyes to find their cock deep in the mouth of the woman they are sharing their bed with. For a lucky few, that fantasy becomes a reality, and that morning I was most defiantly one very lucky sod.

Sally was kneeling at the end of the bed. Leaning over me, she sucked me gently into consciousness. Her lips caressed my cock into life, and she looked lovingly into my opening eyes.

“Gdmoornning,” I assumed Sally meant ‘Good morning’ although clear speech and a mouthful of cock do not mix.

“Hey!” I replied. “You know it’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”

She let my rampant cock fall from her lips, “Are you going to lie there complaining, or do you want me to bring you to some sort of conclusion?”

As much as I loved this, there was one place I’d rather be! “I sorta hope that you might find a better home for him.” I hinted.

She nodded, scooted up the bed — opening and impaled herself on my well-prepared member. She lost no time in getting into a rhythm, with eyes closed and biting her bottom lip in concentration, her breasts swaying in circles as she worked herself on me.

I could feel Sally getting close though she made no sound other than heavy panting breaths. I reached up with my free hand to tweak her nipples, and her eyes flew open, heavy-lidded with excitement and lust. Her orgasm hit her; her face twisted in a grimace, and her eyes once again closed tight shut as she gave one quiet groan and twitched, convulsed and then held tense and still while it took her. I felt the contractions grip the length of my twitching shaft.

She came back from that wordless, imageless place, her look having softened into an adoring stare as she began to rise and fall once more. This time, she worked for my fulfillment. It came quickly and powerfully thanks to her kegel muscles and her talented fingers. Her hand reaching behind her to caress my balls and finally pressing a finger hard against my anus.

I lay back gasping for breath as my cock twitched inside her as she milked me of every last drop of my cum. She sank down lying down on top of me, her chest heaving.

I stroked the soft damp skin of her back and murmured, “I love you,” to her.

Her lips sought mine in a delicate kiss, “I love you too.”

She rolled off me, and my softening cock slid out of her with a plop.

“What time is it?” I asked.

She reached for her phone on the bedside table and glanced at the display. “It’s only seven-thirty; we’ve got time for a cuddle.”

A voice from the doorway asked, “Is there room for two little ones in the bed?” A naked Mila and Zoe stood framed in the doorway, their arms around the waist of the other. Sally and I held out our arms to them and they hurried across the room. Mila giggled as she saw the disheveled state that we were in.

Mila said, “I’m jealous; it looks like everyone got to play with the boss except for me.”

Sally replied, “If someone I know had got some rest on the flights, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep and missed all the fun and the pizza.”

“We had pizza! You better have saved some for me.”

“There are a couple of slices in the fridge we left for you,” Zoe said.

Mila hurried out of the bedroom and returned a minute later with a slice of cold pizza in one hand and a tomato sauce smeared mouth.

“It’sh veery goud,” she mumbled with a full mouth. She sat on the side of the bed and finished off the pizza slice. She licked her lips and gave a contented little burp. She crawled over to me and pouted and said in her little girl voice, “You’ve fucked everyone except me, I don’t think you love me anymore!”

I reached out and gave her backside a couple of quick smacks. “That’s for thinking I don’t like you.” Then I gave her another one as she tried to wriggle out of my reach. “And that’s for falling asleep, so I couldn’t ravish you last night.”

She grinned at my words and reversed direction and crawled to me. “You’re mine, boss; I think I’ll do the ravishing.” She kissed her way up my body until she reached my face and then she hungrily attacked my mouth.

Sally said to Zoe, “I think we should give my niece a little alone time with Michael. Do you want to share a shower with me?” Zoe nodded, and they disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.

Mila purred contentedly as she rubbed her body against mine. She rolled onto her back and looked up at me. I slowly traced my fingers down her body, taking side trips to say hello to her nipples. My destination glinted at the top of her legs. My fingertip teased the gold ring that pierced her clitoral hood. She rolled back on top of me and rubbed her slit along the length of my shaft, whimpering as she rocked, and my cock pressed against her clit.

“Boss,” she growled, “Christ, boss, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you!” Her hands caressed me as she spoke.

“I missed you too, sweet little girl.”

She moved up my body, opening her legs. She reached behind herself and grasping my shaft rubbed the throbbing crown against her soft, plump pussy lips. She gave a guttural growl from the back of her throat as she pushed back and impaled herself on me.

“Ohhh, fuck yes,” she groaned, “That feels so good.” She paused to let herself stretch to accommodate my cock. She rose up above me, grinning wickedly down at me, and she rolled her hips. Both of us groaned at the sensations that spread out from our groins. She slid up and down my shaft pausing on each stroke to rub her clit against the base of my cock. I was caressing her breasts as she moved rhythmically above me. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, tugging gently on them. She shuddered and groaned then urged me to squeeze and pull them harder. Her breath grew more ragged and a bead of sweat trickled down her chest. She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as she came. Her slick passage caught at me as she shuddered and gasped. She placed her hands on my chest for support and rolled her hips seeking to extend her orgasm. Her continuing motion pushed me over the edge I’d been trying to resist. There wasn’t much left in the tank after last night’s fun and this morning’s game, but what little I did have, I gave freely to Mila.

I’m an old man, and that’s my excuse. I fell asleep again with Mila curled up on me. I was dragged kicking and screaming from a very pleasant dream by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

“Wake up, Michael,” a sultry voice said in my ear. I pried an eye open and focused my gaze on the mug held tantalizingly just out of my reach.

“Told you that would work,” Sally said.

I pulled myself up and propped myself against the headboard and pillows. I surveyed the three Angels sitting on the end of the bed facing me. Sally held out the coffee, and I took it with a grunt of thanks. Fresh coffee suffused my veins, making a new man of me.

The three of them sadly were dressed, Zoe and Mila in short skirts and cotton tops. Sally wore shorts instead of a skirt.

Zoe delicately sniffed the air and pointed at the bathroom. “Sorry, Michael, but I’m coming no closer until you have a shower.”

“Hmmm, yes, he’s a bit whiffy, isn’t he,” Mila agreed.

“May I point out that I had to work very hard to get into this state, I said looking pointedly at them. “And who would have been the first to complain if I hadn’t given it my all.”

At least, Zoe and Mila had the good grace to blush.

Sally just hurumped and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, saying, “Shower first, we can apportion the blame after you are clean.” She got up gracefully and moments later, I heard the shower running.

I attempted to retreat in good order, taking my coffee with me in the shower. Not my brightest moment as I stood under the falling water watching drops hit the surface of the coffee. I sighed; at least, it wasn’t soapy water.

Feeling fresh, I dressed and discovered the girls seated at the dining table, the remains of breakfast scattered over the surface. Three faces were raised for me to kiss, and, at least, they tried to disguise the little sniffs they gave.

“Feeling human?” Sally asked.

“Much better,” I agreed, “though I could eat a horse, I’m so hungry.”

Sally fetched me a plate of food in from the kitchen. I drooled at the contents, a full English breakfast (for the uneducated of you out there this very unhealthy meal consists of fried eggs, sausages, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes and bread, with a helping of baked beans. Yes, I know it should have black pudding, but I’ve never been keen on it; it’s something to do with all the blood I see daily, I guess).

I grinned contentedly as I waved a loaded fork in their general direction. “So, is everyone ready for a long day?” I asked. “We need to sort out a car and then pick up the keys to the new place.”

Sally replied, “We are just waiting for you, O’ Lord and Master.”

I choked on my mouthful and needed a sip from my coffee to help me swallow. “I’m lucky to still be alive after what the three of you put me through. I’ve been physically and mentally abused.”

I got mock sympathetic sounds from all of them as I finished my breakfast. I’m not sure how we all shoehorned into the Aston, but with a bit of judicial pushing and shoving, we achieved it. I ended up with the steering wheel under my nose. Thank god the car dealer was only a short distance away because I hate to think what would’ve happened if we’d been pulled over by a police car.

Getting out of the Aston was equally a performance that attracted the attention of most of the sales assistants. Zoe and Mila both ended up flashing their panties as they got out of the back of the car.

The first assistant lost all chances of a sale when he asked me what type of car my daughters would like. While I spluttered indignantly, Sally headed into the showroom and returned with the manager.

Half an hour later, we were the proud owners of a two-year-old Range Rover Vogue and a three-year-old Range Rover sport. Okay, sue me; I like British cars even if the company is now owned by the Germans. Zoe and Mila made the rest of the sales force’s day as they clambered in, around and in one case over the Rovers. Sally and I did the paperwork and arranged for insurance.

We were in a three-car convoy as we returned to the apartment. I quickly grabbed the paperwork and keys for the house, and we all piled into the Sport. Zoe drove and I relaxed in the back with Sally.

As we pulled up the drive, Sally and Mila exclaimed in delight at the setting and the cabin. It did look good, set as it was in a Pine Forrest with a view across the lake. I let the girls (daughters indeed!!) do whatever that they do as they decided the who, what, and where, in the cabin. I walked down to the shore and found a comfortable log to rest my back against. Faint voices drifted down from the cabin as I enjoyed the midday sun. Set on a low ridge across the lake was another log cabin. It was at least half as big again as ours. At the waterside was a dock and I could see a couple and two young children getting into a skiff.

They cruised along the shoreline, stopping every now and again to cast out a line. It looked like there was good fishing to be had on the lake and I hoped that there were trout in the lake.