Episode 74: View Master

“Are you angry? You look mad.”

“A little. Not at you, so don’t think that.”

Cabot Ross was leaving the outskirts of Wildwood Pennsylvania, on his way back up to Albright Mountain. The trouble was that part of him felt as if he needed to turn around and head to Margo Needy’s. Reason being... “Byrdy just told me something that makes me wonder if my friends really care about me is all.”

“What did Mitch say?”

“If I tell you then you can’t speak of this. I might not know everything myself even from Byrdy.” He glanced over at his blonde co-pilot in the passenger seat. “Mitch told me there was an attack on Margo’s place last night. Not one person that lives out there bothered to call and let me in on it.”

“Attack? What sort of attack?”

“Well, it supposedly involved the FBI. Everything else is still hazy. There’s no reason for the FBI to even be out there, so it has to be something more than just ... why hasn’t Heath ever returned my calls about his interview with Rose? That part pisses me off too.”

“Did you try Margo herself? Your other roommates?”

“I guess not. I was kind of busy with Rose and Melanie last night.”

“Melanie?” First, she had heard of her. “Melanie Bush from the nursing home?” The only Melanie she knew.

“Yeah! Rose hired her as a live in masseuse. Mel does that on the side to make cash. I invited her up and she and Roselyn hit it off.”

“Wow! Building a harem Cabot? Taking me up there to join in?”

“You want time with me or not?”

“You know I do. If I were against it, I would have told you to fuck off when you forced me out on the front landing of my apartment, my old apartment.” She sighed, having lost everything in the explosion that consumed all twelve apartments and took the life of her landlord Drew Hardesty.

“I may be a Pastor’s daughter, but you know I’m openminded.” She pondered that statement, “Trying at least. You had my soul three years ago Track Star. I just gave up hope after you graduated and disappeared from my radar. I figured it was hopeless until I ran into you at the apartment complex. At some point here I’d like to see the big picture. What exactly do you want me for? Just sex? Love? You’re seeing Maria. Roselyn, I presume after watching her masturbate over your phone. That was insanely stupid by the way. What if my dad had forced himself to look at your cell and seen her like that? Daddy would have forbidden me to take this job.”

“Like you said at McDonald’s, you’re an adult.” He huffed his cheeks! “I’ll call Margo after we’re done up at Rose’s. If you want to spend the night up there to have a roof over your head, I can come get you in the morning before I go to work.”

“I’m not staying up there tonight without you. I need to understand my environment better Cabot. I go where you go.”

“Alright! Once we get done with Rose we’re driving back to my place at Margo’s house. I need to know everything.”

“Then I stay the night there with you.”

“If you do, I’m fucking you.”

“FINALLY!!!”

She burst into laughter; it was needed after so much tension. “Ready when you are Track Star.” She settled down and blushed! “I cannot believe you had your hand down my leggings fingering me right in front of my parents. In a public restaurant even. Not to mention in front of an infant. Maria I’m good with because I know she’s cool with the things you do.”

“At her age Lola had no idea what was going on. She was mesmerized by cars at the drive thru. I don’t think Maria even knew I had my fingers up that cunt.” He chuckled! “An exceptionally wet cunt at that.”

“I know. I was terrified my dad would see the stains in my thigh region. I hugged him so fast he didn’t have time to look. I kind of think my mom saw it, but she’s less likely to give me trouble over it. She knows I’ve liked you for years. You would not believe how much she talked about you when we ran in track against one another. Always telling me you were cute and that I should date you, bring you home for dinner.”

“Oh, yeah?” He smirked, knowing how Mitchell Byrd had Grace’s mother dick whipped. Who knew the Pastor’s wife was such a closet freak? Tied up to a four-post bed somewhere wearing a blindfold. Bianca Goode was fine as ... hell! Sorry Pastor but it was true. “Sure, she didn’t want me for herself?”

“Why would you say that? My mom is a perfect angel.” Grace dropped her jaw, then thought about it in silence for two minutes. “God, I hope she is, for daddy’s sake. He would be crushed.”

“Doesn’t your mom sell houses too?”

“Yes. A realtor the last ten years. I think she sold Byrdy his home.” More silence, having noticed very subtle glances between her mother and Officer Byrd suddenly realized. “She ... Cabot! Stop making me think my mom is cheating.”

“I’m sure she’s tied up between her job and your dad.” Four post bed style!

“Funny! Mom and dad have a four-post bed. I want one someday. It’s so cool looking, big Grecian style posts, they have steps at the foot to climb into it, it’s so high up. Dad says it gets them closer to Heaven.”

“As if that isn’t sexual.” He laughed! Now he knew. Mitchell Byrd had fucked Bianca in her own bed, in her own home. Bold move Bianca! Bold move! What would Evan think? Cabot was up for a home invasion. Sorry, Grace! He likes you but Mom? Ohhh, yeaaah! Sing Angel Sing! His dick was getting hard. Grace noticing his tented work slacks grinned.

“Is that for me, or are you anticipating Rose?”

“Thinking about your mom tied to that four-post bed.”

“WHAT??” She sat up as far as her seatbelt allowed and swatted his arm. “You are not.” Sometimes the truth was just as much fun as the lie. “You better not be.”

“Relax! I don’t even know why I’m hard right now. A lot on my mind besides sex. I promised Rose a run on the trail tonight. I might have to break that promise so I can get home and talk with Margo.”

“We could have just rescheduled. I’m pretty sure this interview only has to do with you putting me on the spot. You wanted me to know Rose would be naked and obedient. What’s this Barrack thing? She fantasizes about Obama?”

“Baroque! She paints; I used to paint. We started talking art styles and arrived on her calling me Baroque rather than Master. I call her Nouveau.”

“Do I get a cute name?” She giggled! “Why am I laughing? I just lost everything.”

“Not me you haven’t.”

He purposely pulled over and stretched toward her, drawing her into a sweltering kiss. She rapidly melted and unhooked her seatbelt just to reach for him better. Gear in park he did the same, Cabot did indeed have a soft spot for Grace Goode! Trouble was; in kissing her he visualized her mother, Bianca. That increased the appetite for consuming her tongue.

French ruined it. He suddenly thought of Elliot Needy over in Paris. Growling at Grace he parted lips but made it clear nothing was wrong, forehead to forehead they simply basked in one another’s presence. A large produce truck breezed by them, loud enough to break their trance. “Just adapt to life at Rose’s. Earn good money and enjoy the fresh air ... and me.”

“I’ll do my best.” She buckled back up with a sigh. “Do you expect me naked like Rose?”

“Yep! But I will design some cute costumes for you.”

“Costumes?” She squinted!

“My little angel.” That made her share a sheepish grin, until she realized her father had called her that since she was a baby. A Pastor thing!

“Why do I feel I need to call you, My Big Devil?”

“Wait until you feel my big horn inside you.” He carefully pulled back onto the highway and proceeded on; Roselyn’s turn off was only two miles away.

“Horny! Give me a nickname.” She giggled! “Make it good.”

“Goody Two Wings?”

“Nooo! Take it seriously. I want a nickname that makes me worship you for calling me it.”

“Feather Duster? You are going to be a naked maid.”

“Cute! I might like Feather by itself. Does Melanie have a nickname? Maria? Margo?” She laughed! “Anyone I’m forgetting?”

“Margo has a dozen or so. Cougar! MILF MOMMA! Slut Goddess! NymphoMANiac! CUNTrey Girl!”

“She does not. Too funny!”

“Maria I just call Chica. Mel? Rosebud because of all her rose tattoos. I might think of something better. Petal Pusher or something.”

“She has tattoos on her arms I know. Where else?”

“Entire body but very well organized. Her mom is a tattoo artist. Get this shit! Her mom inked a tramp stamp on my grandma, Edie. No lie!”

“Wow! If I got a tattoo my dad would cast me to hell.”

“You know he wouldn’t. Keep your flesh pure Grace. It’s flawless as it is. Hardly a mole anywhere even.”

“I’ve been blessed.”

“Here’s our turn off.”

“Don’t turn me off. I need you.” She bantered!

“Never turn me off then.” Turn signal on, he turned then stopped at Rose’s mailbox at the base of her mountain. “Turn me on right this minute.”

“What?” Her eyes flared! “Sex right here?”

“No. Strip that yoga outfit off and bring me Roselyn’s mail.”

“Are you crazy? Traffic is steady.”

Staring at her with a stern glare she whined and reluctantly took off her t-shirt, then her bra. “Can we compromise?” He loved her perky breasts, nipples jabbing toward him. His intense glare striking her inner demons she pouted then kicked her tennis shoes off. Fanny pack unhooked and laid on the dash she wiggled her leggings down and peeled them from her feet. G-string and bobby socks only, Cabot paused her escape. “You can leave those on.”

“Thank you.”

“The socks I mean.”

“Oh, I hate you.” She laughed, then raised her ass off the seat and left her G-string in his extended hand. She then watched him dangle her white G-string over his inside mirror for Master to view on a daily basis. “Not really! This is crazy.” She opened the door and stepped out, ducking low as a string of three cars drove by. More were on their way from the other direction. “Why is traffic so crazy?”

“People getting off work and going home.”

“What if someone that attends our church sees me?”

“Ask for forgiveness.” He laughed! “Hurry it up! Ignore the cars. Don’t drop any of her mail either.”

“Can I put my shoes on at least?”

“Hurry it up, Goody Two Shoes.” He allowed it, as she sat back to put them on. In bending forward Cabot stuck his finger in her butthole. VIRGIN BUTTHOLE!

“Don’t you dare!”

She jumped up and stood between her door and the seat, pointing with a turned-on expression. Last shoe on while standing, she held breath and shook off her nerves. Running around the trunk of his car and down the short stretch of driveway, roughly fifty yards between bumper and box, she opened the mailbox and collected everything. Quite a lot because Rose was often negligent in checking her mail.

Car’s going by honked along with a few wolf calls from men. On a less appreciative note, a frown from a woman with kids in her backseat playing with toys. Thankfully! Just as she started back Cabot smirked devilishly and had reached over to quietly close her car door. Locking it, he ran interference by reaching his arms out his window to retrieve the mail.

Not even realizing it until he tossed the mail in his passenger seat Grace found Cabot hitting the gas. He drove up about thirty feet leaving her behind in a deafening squeal. Running after him he faked her out that he leaned over to unlock the door. Seeing him through the rear window she ran for her door only to find it still locked. “CAAAAAAAABOT!” Gas pedal pressed!

Moving on up the mountainside another eighty feet he braked to watch her run after him palming her breasts to avoid dangerous whiplash. Laughing now, she just knew she was going to run all the way up to the top of the mountain. 1,800 feet from base to the top of Albright Mountain she was going to be grumpy. Sure enough, Cabot left her behind one more time.

Screaming at him the local bird population in the trees scattered for safer limbs. A final run to catch up he remained there. Hesitant she went to the driver’s side and sneered at him. That fucker was looking at his cell watching Roselyn waiting outside in her circular drive lying down on her Mumble Home mat. Nouveau was indeed trying to fist herself again.

Showing Grace what Rose was doing through his window she rolled her eyes. Seeing him reach for his gear shift she bolted in front of the car and climbed up on the hood. If she had to Grace intended to ride up on that hood rather than exert herself. Razzing him she planted the heels of her shoes into the windshield wiper trench and goofed off doing sit ups. He did grin. Window lowered next to him he told her his thoughts.

“If you are going to be a hood ornament, rub that hood all the way to the top.”

“WHAT?” She shrieked as the car started moving.

Afraid of falling off she dug her heels in even tighter. As he yelled, “YOU HEARD ME, FEATHER!” She smiled over her choice of a nickname! Aww! Controlling her nerves, she realized he was driving slowly. Trying to give him room to see the road she stretched back as far as she felt comfortable and parted her legs. Holding the hood surface with her left palm she used her right hand to begin playing with her pussy.

Eyes ever on Cabot as he moved his gaze back and forth from her vaginal attentiveness to the road. A slow drive he made to the top, just as Grace was knuckling her vulva and moaning for his approval. The gate at the top of the mountain left open by Rose he drove on through and up the driveway.

With Rose in sight fucking herself with a successfully embedded fist she greeted Baroque with an alluring smile. Intimidating her Cabot stopped five feet from Rose and shut the engine off. Grace in her near orgasm couldn’t stop even as Cabot left the car’s interior.

Walking around behind Grace Cabot took his waiter’s uniform off and tossed them over Rose as if she was dirty laundry. Strangely, it turned the Cougar on even more. Once she was buried in his discarded wardrobe, he ignored Rose and turned to Grace.

Grabbing Grace, she squealed as he turned her in a screech of sticky flesh on warm metal to face him. Fingers still inside her she found him snatching up her ankles and dragging her to the edge of the car hood over the grill. Leaning over her with his mouth wide she thought he wanted a kiss. Avoiding her he lowered his face and looked at her soaked pussy. Fingers easing out of her trickling cunt she tried plan B, lifting her fingers up to his mouth. She knew she had made the right choice when he suckled her fingers. Feather fluttered! “Cabot!” She whispered watching him stare at her without blinking, enjoying her taste. Enslaving Grace, how sweet she was!

A wink later Cabot Ross lowered his face to Grace’s pink pussy, her pubic hair thin and tickling his nostrils. “NOUVEAU?”

“Yes, Baroque?” She looked up over her sweaty brow.

“INTERVIEW THE NEW HIRE.”

He then buried his face into Grace’s cunt, tongue deep. Taking her ankles further back Grace nearly slipped in her palms on the hood. Her Oh God’s were music to his ears. Never in her one-time only sex life had Grace ever felt this ... GOODE! Even as both women moaned the interview began.

“Welcome to my Mumble Home Grace.”

“Th- thank you, Rose. Roselyn? Nouveau? Mrs. Albright?”

“Rose is fine. While I know some about you from Baroque, please tell me about yourself.”

“GOD!” She cried out, her pussy squirting right into Cabot’s feasting, he not wavering in the least against the tide. “God ... Pastor’s daughter. Obviously, no real angel even though he thinks I am. Shit! Cabot ... don’t stop!”

“Continue please.”

Rose insisted as Cabot lifted his feet as if calling her closer. Removing her fist, she left her Mumble Home mat and crab crawled toward him, her feet touching his to let him know she was there. His legs parting wide she crawled directly beneath him and attempted to fist herself again. She was now able to look right up between his thighs at his mighty erection, balls full and timidly sagging.

In her viewpoint she was also privy to see his face gnawing at Grace’s pussy, her ass cheeks V curvature in her posture trickling juices down onto Rose’s knuckles. This was so fucking erotic. Baroque was the best thing to ever happen to her.

“Grace?” She awaited!

“S-s-s-sorry! Hard to think. Fuck! Sorry, lord.”

She hated cussing but couldn’t help it in this moment. Aided by a swift repent her eyes rolled back into her brow. “I’m going to cum Cabot!” Her youthful expectation followed by an earthshattering wheeze Grace tensed up and squirted again, her creamy white cum joining the rainstorm. Below her Roselyn got the brunt of said shower all over her inserted fist and bikini region. Inspired by the downpour, Rose herself climaxed, juices bubbling up and around her wrist to merge with Grace’s. Cabot continued his hunger quest, Grace screaming, birds again taking flight.

“QUALIFICATIONS!” Rose yelled as the shower became drizzle.

“I CAN CLEAN A HOUSE!” Grace cried out! “JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED I’LL DO IT.”

Her outburst made Cabot lift away and peer up over her abdomen, between her crushed together breasts and directly into her eyes. “That last part better be meant for me.” So strict in his persona, Grace nodded without another raised tone.

“You know I want that Cabot.” She teared up. “Anything! Just ... want me.”

“Rose needs me more. Problem with that?”

“No. You’re ... both my bosses, I guess.”

“She pays you, I fuck the shit out of you. End of story. ADORE ME, FEATHER!”

“Oh, fuck! Sorry again, Lord.” She looked to the sky through the branches of shade. “I do adore you Cabot. Please adore me.”

“I adore all of my sluts. Right, Nouveau?”

“Yes, Baroque. To work for me Grace, you must give us both your all.”

“Fine! I’m up to the challenge.” She hoped so anyway! “Wait! Both as in ... this?” Her heart dropped an inch. “Do I have to ... with Rose? Melanie? Maria? Margo?” Grace hadn’t even realized Roselyn had relocated beneath Cabot’s legs. “Where did she go?”

She did peer around Cabot but only found his clothing on the welcome mat. Eyes bulging, she strained to lift her upper body and peer down between she and Cabot. Eying the puddles of pussy juice on Rose, her belly button filled half full, Grace swiftly looked up at Cabot. “HOLY FUCK! Not apologizing Lord.” She looked to Heaven. “EAT ME AGAIN!” Spoiled already!

“You heard the maid Nouveau!”

Mind read Rose crawled out from under Cabot and to her knees. In an odd move she eased back under Cabot and used the wet bumper to paw her way up between he and Grace. Grace was ready for a panic attack as Cabot molded along Roselyn’s intrusion. Although Cabot restrained Grace’s ankles Rose assumed possession of them and immediately started eating at Grace’s pussy.

Cabot smirking at Grace in her awestruck gaze lifted to stand tall behind Rose. Nurturing his erection a bit he found safe lodging inside Rose’s cunt. Hips pressing time and again into Rose the 43-year-old Cougar dined on the cute young blonde’s pussy. She did say Grace before eating.

“I HATE YOU, CABOT!” Grace out of nowhere burst into laughter. Not even remotely bisexual Grace endured her future employer’s tongue.

“No, you don’t! You’re fucking in love with me.”

“YES, I AM!” She took that moment to make it clear. “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t ... no disrespect, Mrs. Albright ... I ... I ... I...” Fuck Roselyn’s tongue was talented! Collapsing flat onto her back Grace looked up at the diamonds in the sky. Leaves obscuring blue sky it had that effect. Palming her breasts and arching her back, her head lifting against the windshield, Grace Goode came hard. Her orgasm so brilliant that she couldn’t even scream this time. Silent scream at best!

With Cabot nailing her from behind, hands on her hips, Rose too had an eventful release. The warm flow over his intensely tight cock Cabot snarled and ripped free of Rose with only two minutes to spare. Pulling Rose up by her hair he resumed control over Grace and drug her further off the grill and located his crown to Grace’s vulva. A hard entry Grace yelped!

Plucking her up off the hood he stood fucking Grace, her eyes wide and feeling every pass over her G-spot. Arms swarming his neck Grace watched Cabot’s eyes, foreheads reconnecting he hit that pussy as long as he could. Three minutes later he shot his load deeply into her. Another silent scream! Hold on tight, Feather!

Tenderly embracing her Cabot walked all the way around the circular drive with Grace in his arms, dick sturdy and throbbing within. She was speechless! Hearts were zipping around her halo like birds of a feather. No words spoken, merely serenity.

Rose smiled brightly at his loving soul. Strolling right up to Rose, she returned to kneel on the Mumble mat in wait until he hovered above her. Showing strength, he lifted Grace higher up on his abdomen, her legs wrapping carefully up over each shoulder. Palming her ass as support he guided her even higher until he could eat her cum trickling pussy.

Stunned by his higher power moment Grace peered to the sky and palmed her hands. Praying to God that she could keep this man, she resorted to just thanking him for the day. An added prayer to those in the explosion that were now homeless she threw her hands over her head and reached for a new life.

Beneath her going unseen Roselyn Albright anchored her Master’s knees to steady him. Sucking his dick of their combined flavors, Cabot gave her a soft nut. Grace offered a soft squirt. Rose below a soft praise, tenderly squeezing Cabot’s scrotum.

“So, yes I can clean windows, do dishes, vacuum, take out the trash, shake my cute ass like a puppy when her Master’s home, and be a good listener.” Grace rambled still in flight. Her descent slow, her legs regained hold around Cabot’s waist until he could feast on her nipples. “Oh! I can also take Rose running because you know how I love my exercise. I’m not so good of a cook but isn’t that your job, Chef Baroque?”

Chuckling he bit her nipple then pressured Rose aside before bringing Grace to the asphalt driveway. Yanking her to him he pulled her blonde hair and kissed her throat. Her nails teasing his back in a lovemaking of emotions. Rose behind Grace knelt watching, waiting for any sign of a prompt she could read.

It came when Cabot released her hair and caressed Grace’s back, fluttering fingertips to her ass. Spreading her cheeks as his tongue swirled hers, he encouraged Rose to lick the blonde’s ass. VIRGIN ASS if you recall? Tongue wagging inside her tight little pucker Grace just couldn’t say no. Cabot had her under his spell. The kissing was ... magical. Even when Cabot released her butt cheeks, Rose took over prying them wide again, to give her appetite room to work.

Cabot, now hands free, drifted his right hand down between Grace’s thighs to finger her pussy. She in turn curled her fingers around Cabot’s cock, tenderly massaging his length and girth. In a complimentary moment Grace even twisted at the waist to reach her other hand behind her to gently caress Roselyn’s brown mane. Let the showers begin again. Five longwinded minutes Cabot kissed Grace Goode, Rose tonguing the petite blonde’s adorable anus. Grace was pretty certain she had the job. The benefit package seemed right up her alley! Better than expected!

No butts about it!

Rayburn, PA! Sherwood Park! Just four blocks from Bryce and Sami Leed’s house. Small enough to feel claustrophobic. Big enough to say, “Sure Would!”

The second Sami left her home at her husband Bryce’s encouragement she had hopped into a car with two horny as hell teenagers. No ID’s checked she only had a hunch they were eighteen or older. Sure, looks could be deceiving but at the time she was driven by showing her husband just how obedient she could be. She loved a controlling man and Bryce was, although not all the time like she craved.

Now, after busting her gangbang at the firehouse, and letting two of their neighbors fuck her in their own bed while Bryce was on his way home, she felt a permanent grip on her soul. Her soulmate was finally ready to assert an eternal flame.

Only given thirty minutes before having to rush home Samantha worked her magic as fast as possible. The two boys were nervous but not so much that they we’re all over her the second the driver Jason pulled away from the curb. While Sami was in her house getting her story straight with Bryce the boys discussed the park. It was a usual hangout for high school kids to go and do their thing. Not secluded, not overrun by kids either. Today they had it all to themselves.

Fingering her between them Sami had four fingers up her cunt, a mouth over both nipples, and two good size dicks in her curled fingers. A perfect rhythm shared Sami sighed while arching her back and enjoying the shared experience. Her cell resting on the dash Bryce was listening in, her cell on mute so that there would be no disturbing her young studs here. What none of them knew was Bryce had followed them on foot. His thirty-minute curfew already fifteen minutes in but worth every second hand, especially theirs, she was moaning as hard as the boys were mumbling over her nipples.

With Jason and buddy Kyle oblivious to their surroundings while breast feasting, neither noticed Bryce circling their car as if a lion intimidating its prey. Sami however spotted him moving in front of the car, index finger to his lips. Eyes flaring at her husband’s stalker mode she squirted on their inserted fingers. That alone made the boys finger her that much harder, a thumb ravaging her clit in the exertion.

Still, she watched her man as he made hand gestures. Pointing at her first, then the hood of the car, hips bucking as if fucking, hand swats attacking open air she quickly deciphered his intentions. What she wasn’t certain of, was he meaning fuck these two boys bent over the car hood? Or was he wanting her for himself? Right or wrong she didn’t really care as long as her man was happy. Well, leaving any man unhappy nagged at her too.

Another motion to finish the boys off inside the car she did, hands going into overdrive until both boys abandoned her tits and cunt easing back into their seats. Eyes closed they hadn’t spotted Bryce, then again, he moved to the driver’s door and stood watching her ravage their cocks.

Both boys were so into the sensations they kept their eyes sealed tightly not a sCARE in the world. Tensing for a glorious nut the guys snarled just as Bryce knocked on the door window. He still saw the firepower even as they jumped out of their skin, technically their jizz jumped out of it as well.

“OH, FUCK!” Jason nearly ended up in Sami’s lap. “Who’s that?”

“My husband. Don’t panic he loves watching me satisfy guys.”

“Seriously?” Bryce was grinning at them.

“Just relax.”

Her hands were still fondling both cocks right in front of the guy. It did calm them some. Bryce motioned Jason to roll the window down. Reluctant, but again the driver’s side door was unlocked. If Bryce was really pissed off, he could have been drug out of his vehicle like a screaming bitch. Bryce was huge, they were not. Key turned to activate the window it slid down halfway at first.