Visiting Aunt Scarlet
Copyright© 2020 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 20
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 20 - A couple that practices domestic discipline/BDSM and have a very happy but slightly unusual lifestyle get a visit from the wife's sister and her son. This story was originally written by Mike McGifford. It's never been posted anywhere. He gave me permission to put a proper ending to this story and that's what I plan to do.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Slut Wife Incest Mother Brother Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Analingus Enema Exhibitionism Fisting Lactation Masturbation Water Sports Public Sex Porn Theatre Prostitution Illustrated
“You really busted a move in the bedroom when that song came on,” Scarlet encouraged her older sister to cheer up and get out of her funk. When that didn’t work, she pointed out this was a lot like roleplaying.
Blaine’s ears perked up. He loved roleplaying games on the computer where he could take the role of a noble Paladin or a wise Wizard.
“No one comes here for a gloomy Gus or a sour face. You put on a smile for each new customer, whether you are having a crappy day or not. You play the role they paid for. Today, Vulgus wants us to be his slaves. I am not his slave, but for an hour and five hundred bucks, I’ll be anything he wants me to be,” Scarlet added. “You did really good, sis! This next client is one of my long time regulars and he’s a little particular.”
That was advice that Gail could actually use. She felt encouraged, nodded and smiled. Now that she had taken the plunge and sold her pussy for money, she knew she’d always be a whore. She thought there would be shame to it, and misery but she found it easier to accept with each passing day.
Vulgus’s aged sedan pulled into the driveway. He had been to Scarlet’s house many times, and she was quite familiar with his desires. He would change up his routine and approach. He believed in discipline, and he believed women were meant to serve. She grew nervous, and it reminded her of the feeling she had as a teenager when her date pulled up to take her out to dinner.
Why did she care so much what he thought of her? She tried not to think too hard about how much this experience was helping her self-esteem in surprising ways.
Vulgus was long since retired. He’d served active duty in the Air Force overseas and had many jobs in his life, but now he had lots of free time. He once had a Pinay woman serving him full-time, and he’d had many slaves over the years who were wives, girlfriends, and lovers. He no longer had any interest in full-time relationships. He liked to be able to pay for the taste of discipline and then be done with it all.
“Just the good stuff,” he whispered to himself as he made his way to the door. It was something he told himself anytime he went to car lots or whorehouses. He glanced at Blaine as watched through the curtains. He expected that Scarlet heard him herself and she usually greeted him at the door.
Scarlet pushed herself to her feet, the air of obedience already wrapping around her like a second skin. Gail stood up. She was already naked, so she felt she might as well remain that way for their next guest.
It made Gail nervous thinking about greeting a total stranger in the nude. She wondered if he’d ridicule her body the way the bachelors had at first. She reminded herself this was just a roleplay, a game. It wasn’t real. It was business as usual for her, a means to an end. She would play for an hour and be two hundred and fifty dollars richer.
Gail stood rigid, her stern eyes betraying a flicker of something unreadable as she watched the old man enter their shared space.
“Your hour begins now, Ladies,” Vulgus said, his voice gravelly with age. There was no warmth or compassion in his voice. These two women were toys and playthings. They did not matter to him in any way. “Now, both of you, greet me properly and remember your manners.”
“Of course, Master,” Scarlet chimed in seamlessly, her red hair swayedas she dipped her head in a practiced gesture of submission. Then she went to her knees before him, removed his shoes, and began to kiss his feet.
Blaine thought it was a bit of a betrayal to call another man Master, but in Scarlet’s mind it was all part of the game. He was as much a Master to her, as the last guys had been tender lovers. If you paid her enough, she’d be anybody you wanted her to be for an hour.
Vulgus didn’t have to say what he wanted from Gail. His eyes said it. He silently communicated she should be on her knees and lick the other foot and she felt compelled to join her sister.
It wasn’t hypnosis or any magical talent. Gail blushed because she wanted to do it but she wanted to be told to do it.
She got to her knees albeit with less fluidity, the word ‘Master’ seeming foreign on her tongue. She spoke it, however, without complaint, understanding this was part of the arrangement. She went to her knees. She was most concerned that Blaine was still in the living room.
“Good,” Vulgus nodded approvingly. He reached into the folds of his coat, withdrawing a well-worn copy of “The Misfortunes of Virtue” by Marquis DeSade. “Let us begin with some literary inspiration, shall we?”
Blaine interrupted and reminded Vulgus politely about the donation.
Vulgus seemed insulted by the lack of trust. “I usually pay at the end, boy. Do you not trust me?”
Scarlet was going to interject but she decided that this was Blaine’s job now and he could ask if he needed help. She stood there staring off into space and pretended to be the Bimbo she loved to pretend to be.
“It’s just that I have to get it upfront,” Blaine reminded Vulgus that he didn’t know him.
“I don’t know you, either. Hopefully, we shall maintain that relationship,” the stern man glared at Blaine as if taking his measure and finding him lacking. He put five hundred dollars down on the table in small bills. “Count it if you must.”
Blaine didn’t count it. He didn’t even touch it. He offered to take Vulgus to the bedroom where he could continue reading from his book. Vulgus declined and said that the living room would suit him fine. Blaine wasn’t sure if he should leave to give them privacy or not. This was not how things normally worked when there were appointments.
“Stay or go, boy,” Vulgus directed without looking at him. “But understand, what takes place here is an art form, one that has been misunderstood by the masses.”
Scarlet and Gail didn’t look up. Each of them continued kissing one of the old man’s hairy feet.
Choosing to remain, Blaine settled into the corner, the role of silent observer etched into his posture. He watched as Vulgus read aloud, his voice dipped into the decadent prose of DeSade, filling the room with tales of control and surrender.
“In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice,” he quoted in a slow, very deliberate tone. Gail tried to find some purpose in the quotation. She found it ludicrous that she could learn to be a good person by being a whore.
“When she’s abandoned her moral center and teachings ... when she’s cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor ... when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing, mewling, bucking, wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure ... enticing from within this feral lioness ... growling and scratching and biting ... taking everything I dish out to her ... at that moment she is never more beautiful to me,” he read those lines with the rhythm and tempo of a Shakespearean actor delivering an epic line from his plays.
Gail’s thoughts were only that he sought to take what was good from her and make her a whore. She saw nothing else in his words. Vulgus wasn’t speaking to her. Those were simply passages he found particularly poignant.
Scarlet nodded, her gaze fixed on Vulgus with an intensity that spoke of her eagerness to dive into the depths of the training. Gail remained stoic, yet there was no mistaking the attentive set of her shoulders the way she absorbed each word.
“We have one hour to teach you whores your place. Are you whores?” he asked very patiently and in the most polite way possible.
“Yes, Master!” the women agreed. Gail found it easy to say that now, even though it was her shame.
“Is your place beneath a man?”
“Yes, Master!”
“Any man?”
“Yes, Master! All men,” Scarlet had no problem saying that. She may have even believed it. It didn’t matter to her, it was what her client wanted to hear and she said it.
Gail glanced at Blaine and subconsciously wondered if he truly was her boss, had the tables turned in their relationship forever?
“Yes, all men, Master, I live to serve,” the words sounded untrue to everyone but Vulgus didn’t make her say it again.
“You may rise, only to do my bidding when I command it, sluts. You cum gobblers answer to Scarlet and Gail?”
“Yes, Sir,” Gail replied.
“Gail the Whale, I think I shall call you Fail. What is your name, bitch?”
“Whatever you wish it to be, Master,” Gail didn’t want to say her name was Fail. This was a game; it wasn’t reality. Yet, she found it hard to play along. Vulgus showed her contempt.
“One minute in and you can’t even get your name, right? What is your fucking name, Girl?”
“Fail, Sir!”
The crispness and the way that emphatic but vulnerable way that Gail had been reluctant about saying it was enough for Vulgus. “And Scarlet, do you still remember your name?”
“Fartlet, Master!” she said it without even cracking a smile. Vulgus felt the smirk on her face was that of someone who silently farted and thought nobody knew it was her.
“Yes, Fartlet. The stinky, filthy, disgusting thing that is still in the room where nobody wants her. Let me see you jiggle those tits, Fartlet.”
Scarlet smiled and jiggled her huge, perfect titties for the old man’s amusement.
Vulgus laughed the way Clint Eastwood might after he just shot someone for pissing him off. “You look like a dunce. Look at those fat tits. You shake those to impress lesser men and get your way, don’t you, Fartlet?”
“Yes, Master!” Scarlet spoke humbly and stopped jiggling.
Vulgus produced a riding crop from his jacket and smacked her tits. “I didn’t say stop jiggling, did I Fartlet?”
“No, Master!”
“Yet, you did anyway. Do you think I am to be trifled with?”
Blaine realized as he dressed down the women that he was hazing them much the way that Erica hazed him. He was sympathetic to both women. Scarlet didn’t seem to enjoy being ridiculed, and he didn’t feel she deserved it. She only tried to please the old man.
Gail shook her tits when told to do so, and he laughed and told her to stop. “Your tits are an insult to actual tits. Stop, you are making me less horny. Your tits are like your brains, non-existent.”
Gail looked down and accepted his judgment.
Vulgus played the role of Master with a dramatic theatrical flair. He enjoyed giving the women a show, because he wanted a show from them. His dick no longer got hard, without the blue pill but his dirty mind was still as sharp as ever and his fantasies were as intense as his commanding voice.
Blaine watched, his mind churning with questions, his view of normalcy irrevocably altered by the sight of his family in such an anomalous scenario.
“Inspection,” Vulgus commanded, his voice thick with anticipation.
Scarlet adopted a pose, straightening her spine as pulled taut by invisible strings. She spread her legs and opened her mouth, pulled her shoulders back to thrust her breasts forward in silent offering to the discerning gaze of the old man.
When Gail did not do as she was told, Vulgus slapped her thighs and asked her why not. Gail adopted the same position as her sister, side by side. “I didn’t know it.”
“Fartlet, did you not train your sister on the positions?”
These were not the positions her husband used on her. These were ones she remembered from working for Vulgus in the past.
“I didn’t, Sir,” she admitted casually. There was no point in bullshitting an old bullshitter like Vulgus.
“You’ve shit for brains and breath to match, Fartlet. I must waste my hour teaching you cunts something as simple as how to dress left so that you are in line with one another?” he grabbed Gail’s arm and pulled her hard so that she was lined up with her sister in a row.
“How could I expect a woman to know how to teach anyone, especially a hard-headed, dumb as a rock whore, how to do more than suck cock through a straw and spend money she didn’t earn?” he asked rhetorically.
“Boy, if you are going to watch, make sure you take notes,” Vulgus addressed Blaine, who was sitting quietly and trying not to make it obvious he was staring.
“Shoulders back, ass cheeks relaxed, tits up,” Vulgus reminded them, circling the sisters with the predatory patience of a seasoned trainer. He paused before Scarlet, lifting her large, firm breasts with an approving nod. “Ah, these have never failed to please,” he mused aloud. “Full and ripe. You are a useless cow whose only purpose is to breed and ride a cock, but at least you have lovely tits.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Then, moving to Gail, his fingers lingered on her smaller, drooping breasts with a different kind of scrutiny. “Disappointingly small,” he tutted, pinching her nipples, which, despite his criticism, hardened like small rubbery berries. “But these fried eggs ... I’d like to chew on them like gumdrops,” he chuckled darkly.
Gail could hardly believe that a man had described her tits by comparing them to fried eggs. It wounded and humiliated her, and yet she didn’t slap his face. She soldiered on and accepted the criticism.
Gail wasn’t flattered but she wasn’t angry like she might have been the day before. Her grim face hid her trepidation. “Do you think any man should be able to grab your tits and squeeze the juice out of them if it amused him?” he asked as he pinched down hard on Gail’s nubby nipples.
She winced and agreed that they could. She didn’t want to say it if it wasn’t true but it was what the client wanted to hear.
“Do you hear that, boy? Your Aunt believes any man can grab her tits and squeeze whenever they like.”
“She’s actually my mother,” Blaine corrected. Vulgus had either forgotten or he had assumed he was Scarlet’s son.
“Do you believe that your mother’s tits are meant to be squeezed?” Vulgus asked as he inflicted pain on Gail’s nipples by pinching down and pushing the nipple inward. She bit her lip and endured it for the sake of the session and the money.
Gail didn’t want Blaine to be part of this spectacle, and Blaine didn’t either. He said yes, but only to placate Vulgus’s need to involve him.
When Vulgus’s fingers left Gail’s nipples, the pain subsided but soon a tingling took their place as the pain was replaced by tiny tingles from sensations sent by her brain. Vulgus knew what he was doing when he inflicted it on Gail. She longed for him to touch them again. Gail even started to touch her own tits until she slapped them away. “I’ll do the inspection. I do not want your pussy any wetter than it is now.”
Vulgus treated her like she was a horny beast to be handled, and a creature that excreted pussy juice at the slightest touch. He roughly held her hips, squeezed her buttocks and inhaled the scent of her body while pretending to scoff and find her unacceptable.
“You look like you’d make a better librarian than a whore,” he put his thumb right up her ass while he said that without warning.
“Ooh!” she mewled.
“Is your asshole a fuck hole or just a place your shit gathers before you blast it out like the rutting female beast you are?”
“A f-f-uck hole,” she shivered. Gail still hadn’t gotten over the sensation of being felt up around her tits, now Vulgus was driving her wild, and humiliating her at the same time and it was hard for Gail to understand how that could be possible.
“Can anyone shove their thumb up your asshole, anytime they want, or do they have to pay money to your son for the privilege?”
Blaine felt guilty, and sorry for his mom but Gail’s body betrayed her. She was having her first orgasm with Vulgus and he knew it from how her eyes flickered and the sides of her mouth turned up with saliva. “Um, he collects it but it’s for the household, Sir.”
“So, if they didn’t pay your son, could they ram their thumb up your asshole anytime they wanted as far as you are concerned?”
“Oh yes!!!” Gail’s first response that was primal and not pretend. She didn’t realize she had answered so enthusiastically or that she could like having her asshole played with.
As his inspection continued, Vulgus’s remarks became even more intimate, persoanl and invasive. His hands ventured lower, critiquing every detail with clinical detachment. When he discovered Gail’s hairy pussy, his eyes gleamed with a mixture of reproach and delight.
“Unshaved, are we?” he said, his tone carrying a mix of disapproval and perverse satisfaction. “I prefer when women reveal themselves fully; vulnerability is honesty in its purest form. Shaved cunts dripping wet when they are horny and not reeking of tuna. How much cum has been in this box today?”
“None, sir,” Gail answered. Her butthole missed his thumb and she hated that. She wasn’t a butt slut – at least not yet. She didn’t want to be a dirty woman who craved sex. She wanted to make money from men who craved it. Her mind was awash with strange, erotic daydreams.
Just as Vulgus had planned it.
“Boy, how can you tell if a woman is lying?” he asked Blaine but neglected to give him time to respond. “Her mouth is moving!”
“I am not lying, Master. I was only fucked in the ass today,” Gail added. She felt so ashamed of herself for playing this game around Blaine. However, the answer seemed to please Vulgus, who said that he actually believed a whore wasn’t lying for once in her wretched life.
His finger trailed over her mound, parting her lips slightly to emphasize his point. “Can’t be fully naked if you’re hiding your most intimate parts. Next time this piss hole is shaved, OR I’ll make your sister pluck out every hair one at a time.”
He turned his attention to their clits, comparing sizes and sensitivities with an expert touch that left both women silently gasping for air. With a final, violating intrusion, he examined their buttholes, his finger probing with a casual brutality that made Gail stiffen.
“Missed an enema, did we?” he scolded Gail lightly, though the glint in his eye suggested this was all part of the game. “Cleanliness is next to godliness, my dear.”
He held up his calloused finger for Gail to suck. She didn’t see any poop, but she hesitated. “If you won’t lick what comes out of you, how can you expect anyone else to do so? Clean my finger, whore.”
Gail reluctantly licked his finger and suppressed the desire to cry. She remained stony face and tasted nothing on his finger.
Each comment, each touch, stripped away layers of their exterior selves, reducing them to nothing more than subjects under Vulgus’s unyielding control. And through it all, Blaine sat, watching the scene unfold with an uncomfortable fascination, unable to tear his eyes away from the transformative power of Vulgus’s training over Scarlet and Gail.
Vulgus expected the girls to know the standard positions. He made Scarlet demonstrate the Furniture position.
Scarlet adjusted her limbs, the plush carpet pressing against her palms and knees as she assumed the second position Vulgus had commanded: Table. She was a living piece of furniture now, the firmness of her back offering an unyielding surface.
He sent Gail to bring back a glass of tea while he sat down and used Scarlet’s back as a footstool. Gail boiled water in a kettle for a few minutes and brought it to him. He also requested the remote control. Gail suppressed a smile. If he wanted to drink tea and watch TV, she’d gladly accommodate him for the next hour on all fours.
He took the remote and placed the tip of the remote on Scarlet’s parted lips. She clenched her teeth and held it there. He placed the hot tea cup and saucer on her back. It wasn’t so hot that it would scald her, but it was warm enough.
“Pliancy, obedience, those are qualities of merit within the weaker sex,” Vulgus’s voice cut through the air, rich with authority, “it is essential to dismantle the lofty pedestal upon which women place themselves. To objectify, to reduce, until they are mere vessels for use.”
Scarlet was still, her eyes cast downward, and her breaths were measured to avoid any movement that would spill the tea or dislodge the remote. The heat from the cup seeped into her skin, a reminder of her role under Vulgus’s tutelage.
He ordered Gail to become a table for Blaine. However, Blaine did not use her for anything. She simply remained on all fours in front of her son while he sat on the couch. “You have a holder on either end. A spacious cunt, or a big fat mouth serves as a pocket or remote control holder. If you have a pen, you can ploop,” he said as he stuck a pen in Scarlet’s ass and added, “keep it right in their stink box Bifrost.”
Vulgus was quite aware of his limited time. He moved on to position three. He wanted them in the punishment position. It was quite simply bending forward, grabbing their toes, and their rear ends raised vulnerably. Leonard kept several wooden paddles in the living room, and Vulgus was aware of them. He selected one and used it on Scarlet. The sound of the wooden paddle slicing through the air preceded the sharp crack against flesh. Each blow was punctuated by a humiliating query.
Each slice scared Gail. She had not expected this. Her sister said that Vulgus was not in pain. Scarlet didn’t consider this pain. She liked a good, hard spanking and a rosy red ass.
“Why are you such a failure in life?” Vulgus barked.
“I am life support for three holes, two tits, and a tiny brain, Master,” Scarlet responded, her voice laced with fervent eagerness. She had danced this dance before, each word a well-rehearsed step in their macabre ballet. This was an honest answer she’d have given to Leonard if he asked the same question.
“Pain can reduce a whore to the point where she’ll stop lying to herself and admit the truth,” he insisted that the girls count each stroke.
“Are you a slut?” The paddle met skin again.
“Yes, Master!” Scarlet replied and counted.
He swung again, this time harder, and made the red-headed woman’s ass jiggle. “Why?”
“I suck cocks and fuck for a living, Sir, I am the definition of a total slut. I love sex and even being spanked like a dumb whore.”
Vulgus’s lips twisted in amusement.
“Are you a dumb whore? Or a clever one?” he said as he brought the paddle down on her ass. He told her to tell him why and not just agree with his questions.
“I am a dumb whore, because I am a brainless bimbo who needs to be told what to do? My husband owns me, Sir.”
“Yes, Leonard. How is he?” he asked as he spanked her ass.
“Master is very good. Mrs. Gail and Blaine have been helping with my appointments.”
“I didn’t ask about them, Slut! Try to stay on topic, Fartlet! I think you believe you are a clever whore. You’ve intentionally tricked me into spanking your ass for your pleasure. I wear out my arm, and you tell me what I want to hear, is that it?”
“No, Master. I believe I am a dumb whore!”
He spanked her again, and she counted and thanked him. Vulgus was old, but he had a steady arm and was well-practiced at spanking an ass. “Are you telling me I am wrong? Lying?”
“No, Master! You are confusing me.”
“A task that anyone with a tic tac toe game or an untied shoe could probably do,” he decided. “Do you regret not being born with a cock?” he asked as he spanked her again.
“Yes, Master, men rule, and women drool. I admit I am inferior to all men, and worship cock like a good slut should.”
Scarlet’s words resonated with Vulgus and were honest. Blaine’s dick got hard. He felt his Aunt was strong and smart. She could endure a lot and yet hearing her say she was inferior turned him on in ways he couldn’t fully articulate. He knew she didn’t really believe what she told him so convincingly but he loved making her say it anyway.
With each question, Scarlet’s answers flowed with practiced humiliation, a perverse affirmation of her submission. Her responses echoed in the room, mingling with the sounds of smacks and stifled whimpers. She embraced the degradation, her identity dissolving beneath the weight of Vulgus’s demands until nothing remained but the raw essence of her obedience.
“How is that airhead of a daughter of yours? Still too good for Vulgus?”
“She is an airhead, Sir, and I think you scare her.”
“Pity,” Vulgus said. He knew Erica well and offered to play with her for three hundred dollars, but the girl refused. Vulgus was much too old for her, and Erica only agreed to scenes and scenarios that she thought would be pleasurable. “At least, I can see your sour-faced sister grovel and humiliate herself like the dunce that she is. Are you ready for your spanking, Fail?”
Gail was nervous. She considered telling him that she couldn’t handle it. She already had his money on the table. However, it was obvious that he was also a regular client, and refusing now would probably spoil that relationship. She nodded and told him yes.
“A fat ass like yours must have been spanked many times,” Vulgus showed no mercy. The first swat of the paddle cracked against Gail’s ass like thunder, and she quivered. She did not expect the power in his hands to make her entire body tremble.
“No, Master! I’ve never been spanked.”
“Lies, more lies! Leonard would never let a cunt like you go for long without punishing her for something she did wrong. Tell me, what have you done worthy of punishment today, Fail?” he said as he delivered another solid strike.
“Two, thank you, Sir!” Gail was tempted to say that agreeing to this scenario was her biggest mistake. Instead, she made up something. “I masturbated without permission!”
“Whose permission were you supposed to seek?” he said as he spanked her again without any mercy or restraint. Gail’s entire body shook as she rocked forward and nearly collapsed.
Gail could have said Leonard and been safe. However, she didn’t think of Leonard as her Master, and she also worried that Vulgus would check with Leonard and discover she was lying. Her brain immediately settled on Blaine. He was a male, and according to Vulgus, he was above women.
“My son, Master! If I need to get off, I have to beg and plead,” she counted a third swat and held back the sniffles and tears as the pain waves reverberated through her body. Technically, Scarlet was supposed to beg for permission to masturbate, so it made sense to Gail. She knew he wanted to involve her son in her shameful humiliation, and that was probably because there was no one else who knew what she was doing that could make her feel as guilty about it.
“Why didn’t you allow your filthy whore of a mother to play with her hairy pussy, Lad?” Vulgus asked Blaine.
Blaine stammered and wasn’t sure what to say. “Um, she isn’t supposed to enjoy this, so I never allow her to masturbate.”
“No reason to ask then if you’ll never get told yes,” Vulgus spanked Blaine’s mother’s ass again and left a nice welt on her right butt cheek. It turned brown and orange rapidly. “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over. No one likes an insistent whore.”
“I just like to beg, Sir,” Gail countered. She felt that was something her sister would say. She was terrified she’d say the wrong thing and offend the man. She counted out another swat.
“You like to keep asking until you finally get your way, I know the type. Then you get your wish, stand up and face me!”
Gail did as she was told. She tried to rub her rosy red ass cheeks. They were on fire. “Hands off your fat ass! Now squat down and play with that dirty cunt!”
Blaine was facing toward his mother, but he turned his head. Vulgus didn’t care. He wanted the woman to masturbate for his amusement. Gail felt ashamed of herself as she complied. Blaine didn’t watch, but he could hear the sound of her frigging herself.
“Go, slut! You’ve got permission to play with that nasty pussy and pleasure yourself! I want to watch you make yourself cum! You obey, that’s your role. You do not think. It is not needed. Your thoughts and plans always turn to shit. Shame is a commodity you can no longer afford. Dignity is worthless to a whore like you. You must simply embrace your humiliation and accept that you were destined to be a three hole cum goblin.”
Gail tried to keep it together. She wanted to slap Vulgus, but the more he berated and teased her, the more she wanted him to throw her down on the ground and fuck the shit out of her right there. Yet, that was not going to happen. He had no intention even if he had the means to fuck her or Scarlet.
Once he was satisfied that he had impressed upon Gail that he was in charge, he stopped her just before she could reach orgasm and made her sister loll her fingers. Scarlet was only too happy to oblige.
Blaine did watch that, and he got very hard as he sat on the couch.
He sent the women out to his car to bring in some of his supplies. Gail was shocked that he expected them to walk outside naked in broad daylight. It wasn’t a busy neighborhood. She knew that Scarlet and Erica had jogged naked around the outside of the house at times, but this was a first for her.
“Clothes on a whore is as ridiculous as jeans on a dog. Go get my things now!”