Cougar House
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Episode 84: SKULLFUCKERS
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 84: SKULLFUCKERS - The widow Margo Needy prepared to send her adopted son Elliot off to Paris to a college program for high intellects. Left alone in the wilderness mansion of her late husband, college basketball coach Darryl Needy, she opted to let her son's young friends rent spare rooms to feel safe. Let her secrets and theirs lead Momma Margo down a gloriously erotic path that goes darker by the day. It was time for Margo to let it all hang out. Just like it was time for those boys to become men. BIG TIME!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Illustrated
Paris, France! Mischief in the making!
A few cab rides after walking a safe distance to throw off any possible investigation into what he and his friends were doing, Elliot Needy was making his way to his boy Brahms flat. This late at night he kept to the shadows as much as possible, including street cameras. Careless to a point he had a lot on his mind.
“I’m going to be a dad. Holy fuck! Mom is going to kill ... maybe not! I do own her slave ass thanks to dad leaving her to me. If she follows my lead that is. So far, she has, but I have to deal with my numb nut friends who are staking claim to her. So, fucked up!” Yes, you did!
“Me being over here so far away from home there isn’t much I can do until schooling is over. I just have to make the best of my stay here, get good grades and hope mom obeys me. Once she opens this bed & breakfast bullshit, she will at least have something to keep her busy and away from the guys.” Fingers crossed!
“You can drop me off at the next stoplight.” He told his cab driver Francois. Pulling over he paid the elderly man and gave him a small tip. “That’s all the money I have or I’d tip you bigger. Sorry!” As if he truly would! Evil punk bastard! The driver could care less he was ready to call it a day.
Climbing out of the taxi Elliot walked three more blocks until reaching the small flat belonging to Brahms Zoabi’s father. A man working for MOSAD left his son to himself due to school. Perfect timing! This allowed Elliot to sucker Brahms into using his dad’s tech to spy on and blackmail Brigitte LaPute, future mother-in-law. Well, if he survived it all. What a conundrum!
“I just hope Giselle never finds out what I’m doing to her mom. Hell, once Brigitte learns I knocked up Giselle she might have me arrested. Let’s just hope that when mom flies over for Farouk’s birthday party she and Brigitte can become friends and soften the blow. Shit! Now I’m thinking about mom and Brigitte teaming up to blow me.” Perv!
DING DONG! Doorbell rang he stood there leaning against a concrete pillar that held up a small overhang. “I wonder if Solstice is still here. I can’t believe the dyke actually fucked Brahms. I can see it now; Brahms will be like me and knock Solstice up. Her mob boss daddy will cut his balls off. Gay my ass, I knew she wasn’t totally queer.” Bisexual! Equal opportunity!
Two more rings led to a swift unlocking of the front door and a very naked Solstice Mellencamp stood before him. Flipping him off she wiggled away and back to bed. Brahms was ordered to stay put. Domina Solstice said so. At least she took charge in the heat of the moment.
“Daaamn! Look at the mobster’s daughter’s sweet ass.”
“Bite me, Scam artist!”
“Brahms up for a threesome?”
“Not this lifetime, Daddy! And NO, I am NOT referring to you as my daddy. I can’t believe you got so careless with Giselle.” He had told both Brahms and Solstice about his situation. “Hang out! We’ll be done once he learns anal.” Door shockingly left ajar Elliot was tempted to snoop. Naa! Let them have their fun.
“Backdoor man!” Elliot laughed! Tossing his backpack on a sofa cushion he sat down at an office desk where the computer was still active. A simple touch of the mouse brought up visuals via the cameras and bugs that Elliot had planted at the LaPute estate.
“There’s, Teach! She looks good wearing only bubbles.”
Brigitte was in a candlelit bubble bath, relaxing after a hard day of both teaching at the institute as well as her bondage business in dominating very important people in Paris. This blackmail event was going to corner a whole lot of bigwigs. Thing was, Elliot only cared about controlling Brigitte herself. The other people would simply be mentioned as leverage.
“We have to be careful not to involve the cops she ties up and humiliates. Investigating us or finding our cameras would ruin everything. All I want is LaPute on a leash. Fuck! She looks so much like mom it’s unreal. With her glasses off she could be her twin. With mom being in the states this is my go too slut slave if I play this right. Master practice 101! As long as Brahms doesn’t lose his... “ A deafening snarl of a boy losing his load had Elliot grinning. “That’s my boy! Show that dyke she needs dick more than twat.” A mental image of Solstice being eaten out by Brigitte had him puckering. “On my bucket fuck-it list!”
Continuing his surveillance of Brigitte sipping wine in her relaxation Elliot kicked back in his swivel chair and pondered how best to approach Brigitte about her obeying him, rather his new persona. A voice altering program would prevent her connecting dots as long as he didn’t use words he might normally include. “I need a name to go by.” Looking around him he spotted a bookcase across the room and hopped up to check out the library.
“Daddy Zoabi must like the classics. Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde. Looks old!” Carefully opening it he found it as a second printed edition from 1887, a year after it was written. “Holy fuck! This must be worth a tiny fortune.” He swiftly placed it back on the shelf. “Hm! I could refer to Brigitte as Jekyll and me Hyde. Makes sense! Evil uses the other. Works for me!” Naaaw! As quickly as he considered it the title just sounded overused and silly.
Returning to his seat at the desk he found Brigitte toweling off and preparing for bed. “Even with no makeup she’s hot as hell. I wonder what Giselle is doing?” A second camera opened he found the stunning blonde lying in bed writing in a diary. She was smiling brightly as she wrote to her heart’s content. “Look at my girl. I hope she’s writing about me. Dear Diary! I worship my lord and master Elliot Needy. I shall obey his every desire until the end of time.” Chuckling over it, he heard Solstice have a screaming orgasm from the bedroom.
“Dang, Zoabi! Tear it up! Who knew nerd boy had it in him.”
Bored after another few minutes Elliot took the risk of snooping. Quietly walking to the ajar bedroom door, he peered inside to see Solstice riding Brahms like a rodeo queen. “Gyrate bitch! She must be in love.”
“QUIT SPYING!” He heard her yell out. “I can see you in the mirror, you idiot.”
“Fuck!” Instead of ducking out, Elliot just walked right on in and challenged Brahms by sitting on the bed beside the boy. “Couldn’t resist. Commence firing, Buddy. Don’t mind me. I just wanted to check out the lesbo’s bobbing tits.”
“I hate you, Needy.” She flipped him off but maintained her ambitious downward thrusts over Brahms. Brahms simply laid there speechless and blushing.
“Anyway! Don’t mind me. I was just watching Brigitte taking a bubble bath. So far those cameras are doing their jobs. We need to talk about how we proceed now that we have her dead to sights. Rights, even!”
“Not the time asshole!”
“Stop being a bitch and cum on my boys cock.”
“I’m trying! I’m not used to anyone watching me.”
“Zoabi looks fine and he’s the shy one here. You’re doing awesome Brahms. I saw your jizz dripping from her butt hole. High five!” Solstice swatted their hands away before they could make contact.
“Uggggh! Please get out.”
“Aww! Is the mob bosses’ baby embarrassed?”
“No! A little! I... “ Her phone ringing next to them on the mattress paused Solstice. Eyes flaring she leaned over Brahms to reach the device. Nipples in his face Brahms devoured one as she looked at her caller. “SHIT! It’s Porche!”
“Who is Porche?”
“My bodyguard. She’s home from her date early.”
“I thought her name was...”
“It’s really Porche. I don’t always reveal every secret. Family trait! I... “ A tracker on her phone opened up an exact location for Porche Reed prompting her to bulge her eyes. “Shit! She followed me here. She’s at the front door. Fuck!” Rolling off of Brahms she hurried to get dressed. “I need you guys to listen to me. She cannot know I just had sex with a guy. You two need to cover for me or it might get ugly.”
“Lying is no problem.”
“No! I mean you two have to act gay.” Both boys went pale. “I’m telling you Porche will call me out if you don’t. Elliot! Please! Lose your clothes.”
“HELL NO!”
“She has a gun moron. A silencer! To protect me she will take no prisoners. Do you want Dr. Zoabi to find his son naked in his bed with a bullet in his skull?”
“She would go that far?” Brahms freaked out.
“What part of hit woman don’t you understand.”
“Fuck!” Doorbell! “I swear Solstice if we end up dead I’m haunting you forever.” Elliot stood up and began undressing. Down to his boxers he narrowed his eyes at a very naked Brahms. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Hurry the hell up. I’ll go get the door and say we got together to study. I have my schoolbooks with me.”
“Turn off the computer before she sees Brigitte and Giselle.” Boxers down Elliot noted his erection. “Not for you, Brahms, I got hard watching Brigitte, then...”
“Me! I get it!” Solstice left the bedroom, made a swift trip to the bathroom to wash her private parts and flush the teepee. By the third doorbell ring she assumed that she had shut the computer down and set out her books on the coffee table. At the door she opened it and acted stunned. “Porche! How did your date go?”
“Why are you at this address?” A busty brunette in a short yellow dress, all legs and areola revealing cleavage stood angry. “You know the rules, Solstice.”
“Made to be broken! Just ask daddy. Sorry! I needed fresh air and I was invited to study with some friends.” Looking inside Porche narrowed her eyes. She did see the books, but no people.
“And where are these friends.”
“Well, about that. They like me, are gay. They took a break and got frisky.”
“Stand aside!”
Porche walked right on in and studied the flat. Instincts led the brunette to the bedroom door. Still ajar she slyly peered within to witness Elliot on his knees behind Brahms. Sheets cloaking them they made it look compromising. Poor Brahms, feeling Elliot’s dick sliding under his scrotum was beyond traumatizing, but he liked living so went along with it. Spotting Porche in the mirror, Elliot reacted by pulling away from Brahms and rolling to his left facing her. Sheet used as if bashful Elliot lowered his tone.
“Who are you?” Brahms rolling upright joined in the cover up. Beet red the boy shared his concern.
“Forgive me! I am Miss Mellencamp’s appointed guardian. She should not be here.”
“Can you... “ Elliot used his knuckles to wave her away.
“Of course! I will be taking Solstice home. She will never visit this place again. Do your studying at school.”
“Okay! Sorry if we got you into trouble Solstice.” Brahms added! “Ellie and I ... just couldn’t resist one another any longer.” Ellie? Elliot portrayed awe over his new queer nickname.
“Been there! No worries! I’ll see you guys at school on Monday. Come on Porche, I want to hear all about your date.” Rather than stress over two young boys Porche turned away and followed Solstice. Closing the door the woman paused then reopened it. What she found was both boys beating off side by side. Hearing mumbles of that bitch is fucking hot Porche sighed!
“Either they mean you, or they mean me. Which is it, Solstice? Gay my ass!”
“Shit! Fine! I got laid. I have needs too you know.”
“Did you use protection?”
“Uh!”
“If you get pregnant your father will hunt me down. I would rather not run for the rest of my life.”
“He only came in my ass.” Bullshit! “I’m smarter than that, Porche.” BULLSHIT!!! Staring each other down Porche shut the door again and composed her anger. No murders tonight! Instead, she heard a female moan. Alerted to it Porche followed the sound.
“What is this?”
“They were watching porn. That’s what led to... “ She swore she shut the computer off. In her hurry Solstice had only closed the screen. Speakers still active but silent up until now Porche reopened the screen to see Brigitte LaPute using a mechanized sex machine from her bed.
“I know camera feeds when I see them. Who is this delightful creature? Wait! I recognize her. She is one of your teachers.” Porche had walked the campus and met many of the faculty when taking Solstice on the tour. A lesbian herself Porche sat down and watched Brigitte climax with quite the delight. “Tell me her name.”
“Brigitte LaPute! Please don’t be mad.”
“Explain this.”
“We can.” Elliot made his way out of the bedroom wearing only his boxers. “Blame me! Brahms and I ... some other students ... we wanted to blackmail Miss LaPute. She breaks a lot of rules already so it just made sense to get her to do what we wanted.” Solstice slapped her forehead over his revealing the truth.
“I see! And you take part in this, Solstice?”
“Yeah! That cunt is pretty hot. I can read you, Porche, you think so too.”
“I do. Ellie?”
“Elliot!”
“Elliot! You and your friend can relax I am not going to cause you harm.” She did pull her cleavage up to hide her areola freedom. “Please, sit and let us talk.”
“We can do that.”
“My dad works for MOSAD!” Brahms revealed, hoping it might spook Porche into not killing them. “I used his spy equipment to tap into Miss LaPute’s home.” Again Solstice closed her eyes at how stupid the boys were.
“I see! You say this woman breaks rules. What do you mean by that.”
“She’s a Domina.” Elliot added! “She has a whole list of guys, powerful people here in Paris she dominates.”
“YOU TWO ARE THE DUMBEST MOTHERFUCKERS I HAVE EVER MET.” Solstice screamed!
“Solstice! Watch your tongue.”
“Porche, please don’t interfere in this.”
“We can set you up with Brigitte.” Elliot chuckled! “That is if you ... like girls.”
“I do indeed! I will keep your secrets. Count me in if I may be of assist.”
“Don’t do it, guys! She only wants the list of guys Brigitte plays with. Blackmail of her own.”
“Untrue! I have enough to contend with in dealing with your father. Keep those names, I merely want a date with Miss LaPute. She is most definitely better than my less than enthusiastic date tonight.”
“Give us a week to set up what we need to do to get her under our control.” Elliot requested! “She doesn’t know our intentions yet. I only set the spy equipment up in her home a few hours ago.”
“Agreed!”
“Can we go now?” Solstice needed to contain this the only way she knew how to.
“No fear gentlemen. In my line of work this kind of thing is the norm.”
“What is it you do?” Brahms spoke without thinking.
“Bodyguard!” Solstice chimed in! “My dad is rich. He thought I needed babysitting over here in Paris.”
“Cool!” Elliot tried for surprise. “Yeah, Paris is daunting. I’m still spooked by how big it is. It’s nice to meet you, Porche.”
“You as well, Elliot. Brahms! I will say nothing of your father being MOSAD.”
“Thanks! I’d hate for father to get into trouble. It is bad enough that I use his equipment without permission.” Solstice simply shook her head. How stupid were these guys. How stupid was she for involving herself with them. Truth was, she had no real friends back home in the states. Here in Paris, it was even harder. Brahms was kind of adorable.
“I would ask one thing of you boys. If I may!”