Cougar House
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Episode 91: BYRD WATCHER
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 91: BYRD WATCHER - 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
“I’m going to have to put a pole light out here.”
Margo Needy slowly crept along the back of her property shining a dim flashlight to see where she was going. She had been procrastinating, after being sidelined by Summer Winstead’s arrival and assisting Eric Crowe in getting through to the woman. Added to that goal she fed her new pet mountain lion Regis a pastrami roll. Finally, girl talking with Jenna Nichols. Now, darkness had snuck up on her.
She wanted to see the cougar pen that the boys and Bruno Hancock erected. This was her new baby’s home, baby being a 200-pound male mountain lion that essentially was more of a housecat than any wild animal. Big baby at best, yet still intimidating. She thought the cat was right behind her but in looking back he was nowhere in sight.
“Where did you run off to Darryl?” Long story!
Okay, long story short, Margo Needy had lost her late-husband and glorious master Darryl Dean Needy three years ago in a car accident. The cat Regis was born in captivity only to lose its mother and all of the litter but he himself. Both tragedies had arrived so very close to the day she let her tenant and new master, one of five, convince her it was possible that Darryl was reincarnated as Regis. Sure, it was silly, but Margo finding the cat so loyal and into her like a pet couldn’t help but envision the reality. She knew it was dumb but in a way, it was comforting to have Regis around. Darryl perhaps! It was what it was.
Reaching the pen, she cascaded every inch of it in her flashlights beam. The cage seemed to be well constructed. “Bruno and the boys did a wonderful job.” She tested the mesh fencing for durability. “Mm! Pen me up! I always wanted to be a pen up girl.” She giggled! “They even left the lock and key in the door. I’ll have to thank the girls at Pushycat Sanctuary for their gift. I still can’t believe they allowed me to keep Regis. Keep might be a strong word unless it applies to me. My boys can have me for as long as they want to keep me.
“I think Cabot will lose interest in me first, now that he’s toying with Roselyn Albright. Her millions are alluring, I might make that judgment call myself if I were him. Heath has Jenna enslaved, now possibly Bebe Service, who knows who he might collar next. I’ll be chopped liver by winter.”
Opening the door, she felt tempted to enter, dipping her toe on the wet concrete as if checking the temperature of the water in her swimming pool. Mushing under even the slightest weight she pulled away.
“I should have known it wouldn’t be hardened so soon. It’s only been about six hours and the temperature outside has cooled considerably. It will take a few days to settle before I can put Regis inside it. He needs a shelter from the weather too, the girls kept his interior habitat for future use. If I get lucky enough to get my loan approved tomorrow after my talk with Jacob Overmeyer’s Board of Directors, I’ll splurge enough to make Regis a home fit for a king. Darryl!”
She smiled warmly in recognizing her hubby. “I miss you Baby. I miss Elliot too. Even though he’s a hemorrhoid on my ass. Going to Paris next week scares me. Even if I get the loan to go through, I need to fulfill that commitment to Farouk, he did send me the money I stashed in the bank as collateral so, it is only fair I fulfill his fantasy. Besides, I really could use a vacation. All-expense paid at that.” She recalled her modelling days and walking the runway in Paris fashion. It was such a beautiful city.
“Meeting Giselle is important to Elliot too. If they’re still together that is. He’s never had a girlfriend before so, as much as I want him to be happy, can it last? Elliot is so immature for a genius IQ. How did we get so lucky, Darryl? To have adopted such a brain fart as our son. No calls or texts in the last week so, I presume all is still well in Parisdice. The girl is adorable, as long as Elliot understands her being deaf and she his lack of knowledge. Come on Margo ... Elliot is too smart not to pick up sign language. Heck, he might invent a better hearing aid if she’s ever capable of hearing again. I really don’t know the full extent of her handicap. I wonder how her mother is taking to Elliot, being one of his instructors at the school.” Better than Margo could imagine, considering the woman was being blackmailed by said genius and his fellow brain drains. Whore on a leash at the moment. Sound familiar?
Car lights coming in through the trees shrouding her property drew her attention away from Paris. She knew all of the boys were home, and Lily had gone to Wildwood after Ben Dunn wearing one of her negligees so, who might this be?
“It’s not a truck so it can’t be Bruno, the Crowes, or the Pushycat girls. Doesn’t look like a patrol car so not Riley or Coot. Lord, I hope it’s not further trouble.” Nope! No trouble. Friendly fire at best! Regardless, she shut her flashlight off so as not to alert eyes to her position. Better safe than sorry. “The boys can take care of themselves. As long as I don’t hear gunshots.”
Wearing her wine-colored mini dress with oval windows up the sides and a picture window over her massive tits she decided freedom sounded wonderful. She loved wearing clothing, but Heath and the boys insisted total nudity so often, she couldn’t stay in them long. It was only her desire to lead herself until the loan got approved and she made it through Paris, and hopefully the construction of her Bed & Breakfast updates.
Once things were rock-n-roll ready, she would find ways to avoid her paying visitors seeing her naked. Unless of course they wanted to. “I just know I’ll sleep with many of my future residents. Once they meet me and my new manager Elena, they’re going to get so hard they might pay triple our rates.” Certainly, worth considering as long as they didn’t get such a reputation that her new establishment gets shut down for prostitution.
“Surely Coot Donnelly will watch my back. We won’t do that every time. Of course, with the boys controlling the girls who are staying on as employees, Heath might pimp out Jenna. Who knows what else might pop up in the coming months? All I know is, as much as I adore being a slave to the boys, I’m going to have to reclaim my freedom as time goes on. Elena Kerrington coming on board will take away the business end for me, so I can concentrate on being a good hostess. I hope she makes it here before I fly to Paris. She said she would, but life can get in the way sometimes. Her parents are getting older, and they need her too.
“Is it sad of me, Darryl, to be glad I really don’t have family outside of Elliot now? I like just taking care of myself and overseeing Elliot. That’s all I need. I’d rather devote my attentions toward my masters’ for as long as they’re with me.” Dress removed, she bathed in the gentle chill of the night upon her flesh.
“I should buy Regis one of those huge fluffy dog beds built for three, that way I can come nap with him on occasion in the sun. The trees will shade his cage for part of the time but give him plenty of sun at least three hours each day. So, big cushy bed, water trough, food bowl, indoor shelter against the weather. A picture of me on the cage wall naked.” She couldn’t resist.
“Come on! We pussies stick together. He’s a cougar, I’m a cougar. He’s Darryl inside and I used to love Darryl inside me.” Giggles consumed her. “Lord! I’m sounding like I’m into bestiality. I’m so not! It’s haunting enough when Regis catches me off guard licking me or swatting me with his tail. Darryl loved flogging me in bed. So many odd coincidences. I really should dissuade Regis from licking on me so much. I may know it’s innocent, but he doesn’t understand, he just loves his mommy.” Yes indeed!
“Maybe I should leave my handprints in the concrete with my initials. I can lure Regis in to leave his paws next to mine just as a signature that he and I are home. Hmm?”
Tying her dress to the cage mesh to keep it from the ground, she creaked open the metal door and glanced at the concrete below. The full moon above cast just enough glow on its surface to know her bearings without the flashlight. Setting the light aside she dropped to her knees and sucked up the courage to get her hands dirty. Aiming for just inside the door she paused before making contact with the goo before her.
“Let’s rethink this. What could be funny yet still be useful?”
“Try leaving breast bowls.” A male voice came from behind her startled her into a yelp.
“OH, MY GOD! Jeffrey?” She squinted at the source. “Don’t scare me like that. What are you doing out here?”
“I can ask the same of you. Couldn’t wait until morning?”
“I have a busy day tomorrow.” She sat up on her knees at the door’s threshold. “I was going to just leave my handprints and initials.”
“Dad told me to tell you to press your tits into the concrete so that when it rains Regis could have fresh bowls of water.”
“That’s not a horrible idea.” She puffed her lower lip, impressed by the thought. “I was thinking of something cute for laughs. That would definitely do the job. The trouble is, I really don’t want to do that just inside the door where I could trip over myself when feeding or visiting him.”
“Well, I know how flexible you are. You could hug the inside of the fence and move toward the center without stepping on the concrete. Once you get into position just drop down to your knees, hands and tits.”
“I could manage getting there, but once I’m down it will be difficult climbing back up without ruining the image don’t you think?”
“True! I could run to the garage and find some rope to tie around your waist and through the cage. I could pull you erect, and you can cling to the cage again to get out.”
“Hm! Clever idea! Too bad you can’t reach through the cage and lift me by my hair.”
“Fun thought! Oh, Crista and Liv are bringing that food out and spending the night with Brian and I.”
“Wonderful! Can you believe I fed Regis pastrami earlier? Heath will have a cow because I keep sharing his food with people.”
“He’ll survive.”
“Who just drove up, I saw car lights?”
“That was Mitchell Byrd and Chyna Whitmore. They came out to take Bebe home now that Heath nearly killed her. She’s fine, just weak and drugged up. Heath did fuck the holy hell out of her though. I think I heard her screaming Officer Down! Officer Down! Wait! Maybe that was Heath telling her to get on her knees.” He laughed! “You notice we’re all getting more and more in tune with this master crap?”
“It is not crap ... Master Jeffrey.” She beguiled him even in the shadows. “You should take it more seriously yourself.”
“Crista and Liv did just obey us by doing some pretty fucked up shit. I think we have them hooked. No clothes at home like you do for starters. That can’t be easy on them considering Crista’s nephew is staying with them. Luckily, that’s for only another week until his mom gets out of rehab. After that, Bri and I are really going to focus on collaring those girls. It’s hard to imagine how far they’ve come since thinking we killed you. They sure love our big dicks and being bossy. Almost unforgiving! They hate us, but can’t live without what we bring to the table.”
“Keep at it. The harder you push, the more they will crave. It’s the nature of the best. Best being sluts.” She emphasized! “If they weren’t before meeting you boys, they will be.”
“Close enough. We made them fuck one another with a double dildo in the same bed as Crista’s nephew. He was knocked out asleep though. Still, pretty fucked up! We needed to know just how far they would go for us.”
“Be careful if the boy is underage.” No comment! “Not only that, but what happens when he tells his mother when she comes home. An addict you said, you might set her back.”
“We’ve seen a pic of her. We’re going after her next.” He chuckled! “I want to fuck both sisters. Maybe even make them fuck one another.”
“Mm! So, mean, but oh, so sexy. Okay! Go find rope.”
“On it!”
Jeff took off running toward the garage.
“I’m such a bad influence.”
Bad Kitty!
Indoors, just prior to the untimely arrival of the Wildwood off-duty police officers.
Down in the basement Jenna Nichols sat on the floor watching the huge 80-inch TV. Her master Heath Talbot had promised her a quiet love making session and a movie together. So far, he had not come through. She felt so very lonely. Maybe it was a mistake in staying here rather than going back into witness protection with her parents.
At the time Heath was her hero, her desire to serve him filled her soul. It still did, but after being manhandled by the Hancock boys in the swimming pool and left with a hicky based collar all the way around her neck, she felt more alive with them than with Heath. Then there was that odd staring match between she and Eric Crowe, as if he too wanted her but had his plate full. She felt more the house whore to all of the men rather than simply serving Heath. Not that she really hated the idea. It was nice getting attention to take her mind off of the past.
Watching of all things the old movie He Said, She Said as a last resort, she yawned heavily. It had been a long day without really doing much. Only the brothers taking her and helping Heath toy with Officer Bebe Service until she was cast out to leave him with Bebe ended her agenda. Just hearing them, Jenna knew she was not going to be Heath’s sole slave. That was destiny! She had no say in the matter; she merely had to accept and get along. Never one to be combative, she was content, just lonely.
“You eat, yet?” She found a sandwich on a paper plate held out in front of her. Claiming it she sat it in her lap and peered up at her savior.
“You snuck up on me, Sir. Yes, Margo made me a sandwich earlier.”
“Was it pastrami? Someone ate a whole fucking tube of it.”
“She fed it to the mountain lion. He ate it on top of the table.”
“No wonder! Turkey it is. If you don’t want that one, I’ll eat it.”
“May I have half?”
“Sure! What are we watching?”
“You have time for me?”
“All night! You’re sleeping in my bed once Byrd and Whitmore get here to take Bebe home. He’s bringing beer so we’ll have a few then retire. I’m pretty wore out.”
“So is Bebe.”
“Yeah! I probably pushed her too hard, but I think I own her ass now. You didn’t see the butt plug I made her, did you?” A negative response she shook her head with curiosity. “I found one in the attic that could be unscrewed from the pacifier part. I put Bebe’s bullet inside it and screwed it back together. Now when she walks it rattles around. I think she actually liked it.”
“Can I have one?”
“A butt plug? Of course, you can. I’ll find something cool for you. Listen!”
Heath sat directly behind her and put his arm around her chest to pull her into his. “I know you must be missing me a lot. I need you to get used to time alone Jenna. There’s a lot I want to achieve here soon. Cabot has a job for me as Roselyn Albright’s pool cleaner. You can go to the job with me so you don’t have to be isolated here 24/7. I’ll just hide you in my SUV when travelling.”
“I could dye my hair, Sir. Cut it maybe? Change my appearance so I’m not as recognizable.”
“That’s a thought, but I like you the way you are. Even with this damned hicky collar. I should have thought of that.” They ate as they talked, finding his sweetness everything that she was missing out on.
“You are not angry over it? I was at their mercy, Sir. You did tell me to go to the pool and swim. I obeyed you. They took advantage.”
“One question. Did you have fun?”
“Yes.” She pouted fearing his anger would rise.
“Good! Then just let my boys do what they want to you. The point is ... you keep in mind who really does own you. As soon as this collar fades, I’ll replace it with my own Hicky’s. For now? I’ll just add my touch.”
Belching at his polished off sandwich he set her turkey on the coffee table and shut the TV off. Stereo remote activated he found Margo’s mixed romantic songs and chose an oldie in Eric Clapton’s Wonderful Tonight. The soft song made Jenna tremble and melt into his embrace. “Love me, Jenna. No other love. Only me! Only your one true master.”
“Forever, Sir.”
He graduated her to the polar bear rug before the fireplace a mere three feet away and stretched each other out on it. Not since Cabot Ross had made love to Margo his first time had it been used. No, that was a lie, not since Brian sold Margo to a gangbang here in the basement. Still, it was underutilized!
Storming her throat with warm kisses Jenna relaxed and enjoyed her moment while she had it. His intentions easily shared, he began sucking on her chin for long periods until it like her throat was becoming bluish black in nature. He did so for the purpose of showing her that only his hand lifted her chin high or made it lower. Once satisfied in its appearance, he entered her pussy slowly, almost tenderly. Making love to her just as he had promised, but without the movie. Assuring her that he cared more than her insecurities led her to believe, she simply let him prove it to her over the next fifteen minutes. Soft music more than made up for the chick flick.
“I do have feelings for you, Jenna Nichols. Feel them inside you, not just my cock. You only need to understand that I will own more women, I want that. Bebe is only the beginning. Accept her as your sister.”
“Yes, Sir! I will. I am nothing without you.”
“You are, but I’m glad you feel that way. Rely on me, Jenna. Just understand my needs. Your needs will always come second. But I will see to it you have anything I deem worthy.”
“Master? I did request something from Margo. Something I was afraid to speak to you about.”