Episode 334: HUNKer dOWN

Carl Manley sat at his family dining table brooding. Dinner of chicken and noodles polished off his wife voluntarily insisted on lying down to rest. His son Jesse was elsewhere with his girlfriend Tawny Martin now that he had a new home to call his own. The moving process would begin over the weekend. Furnishings purchased right after.

He knew things were going to accelerate fast. With so much to contend with the man was tense. With the rain outside, lightning blinking through the windows highlighting the night sky it made for a moment of reflection. A smooth tumbler of Irish Whiskey kept him company.

“Do you require a refill, Sir?”

Looking from the French door toward the kitchen he found his wife’s caregiver, Carl’s sex slave Nadine Moss easing from the doorway to kneel in front of him. “Do you drink, Cadet?”

“Not really, Sir. For you I would.”

“Here! Finish off my glass then pour us both another. I’m ahead of you by a glass as it is.”

“Yes, Sir.” She claimed his tumbler and sniffed the scent. Before he could say a word, she belted it back and finished the few sips left. Her face turned flush, and she readily began coughing.

“Signs of an amateur. Drink the one I told you to make, and I won’t require you to drink another.”

“Yeth, Sir!” Rising she went into the living room to their liquor cabinet and poured them more. Returning she knelt back down before him and offered his up as if gifting a God. Perhaps he was, she certainly worshipped the man.

In his possession he held the drink high. “A toast!” She was listening, ready to tap glasses once he finished. “To my son who is now a man in all ways.” He directed it in the direction of his son’s new home a few blocks over. Turning in his seat he posed his glass toward his bedroom. “To my one true love, long may she live.” Fingers crossed! “To your uncle for proving his love for you.” A swirl of uncertain direction. “And to the slut at my feet, may you learn and grow to be the sexual priestess I insist upon to provide me years of service.”

“Here! Here!” Was all she could think of to say. Glasses lightly colliding she joined him in belting down the entirety of the provided swallow. He had shown her how much booze to offer any guest including him earlier. Her face went fire red this time, fanning her face with her fingers.

“Good job, Cadet! That will put hair on your chest.”

“I hope not, Sir. I would not like to shave there.” He found her worry amusing. Rubbing his unshaven chin, he took her glass and sat both his and hers on a vacant chair out of the way. Patting the table top he motioned her to her feet and scooted his chair back.

“Dessert! You can wear my hair on your chest.” Smiling at him she stood up and carefully sat on the table before him. Rising himself, Carl towered over her as she nibbled her lower lip. Eye contact made Carl nodded then palmed her face shoving her off balance. Lying back, she found her master caressing her body with tenderness. It felt lovely!

From caresses to kisses Carl claimed her flesh without concern for anyone but himself, his needs were dominant. This stunning young woman beneath him was there for a reason. Two reasons, however at this very moment only one applied. His plaything, his toy, his servant of body, mind, and soul. Her sole purpose was to give unto her master in this moment. Nipples dined upon had her moaning with respectful delight. Verses of, “I am yours, Sir.” had him thriving to show her how true that was.

In a brisk move he squeezed her right breast so tight he left a ring of fingerprints around her titty. A second later he switched nipples, devouring the wounded one so that he could collar her other breast much the same. Agony yes, acknowledging the pain no. She refused to appear weak.

Lifting away from her chest he slapped her tits one after the other five times each, leaving red marks. One strike for each fingerprint made total sense to him. With pain should come pleasure. He ventured back down to kiss her belly and made the journey to her sweet-smelling cunt. Indulging her vulva with both tongue and fingers he made certain all five fingers on his right hand had been inside her. No fisting, although tempting, he did recall doing that with both Piper Cherry and Josie McKellen side-by-side on his desk. Soon enough! For a brief moment he pictured newcomers Jaycya Eccles and Mavis Hale on his desk as uniform as Piper and Josie were that morning. Yes, sooner or later he would show even them who truly ruled his roost. Fuck Watchtower!

Switching hands he repeated his territorial emergence, dipping all five fingers up Nadine as she squirted over his intensity. In a savage move Carl bit down on her clit enticing a squeal just before rolling her to her right hip. Digging in he ate her asshole with everything he had until she squirted yet again. As he shifted to her cunt, he violated her anal cavity with all five fingers before slapping her ass ten times each cheek.

The table solid Carl encouraged her to her hands and knees atop the tables center. Kicking his shoes off, black pants dropped, he joined her on the sturdy oak. Penetration achieved he snatched up her brown hair and yanked her head back. His old dog tags about her neck jingling he knew he needed to weld those into an actual collar. A short stint of allowing Nadine on top of him she rode him like a trooper, orgasm achieved. That stint ending he had her back on the bottom.

The battle raged for fifteen minutes until Carl switched cavities and fired warning shots up her anus. Finalizing his last few drops he shoved her forward onto the table and left her breathing heavily. Climbing down he gripped her ankles and drug her sweaty flesh along the surface until she left the table. Clutching her hair roughly he walked her to the basement door and led her down. At the bottom he forced her into her concrete bedroom and chained her to the wall. Saluting Uncle Sam, the poster attached around the chains he shut out her light and left her dangling.

“Goodnight, Sir!”

“Run in the rain at 5:00 AM! I’ll release you when I’m ready.”

RAiN made sense!

Carl went upstairs and to bed early.

Thirteen blocks away! The home of Joe and Mitzi Martin. An hour before Carl Manley’s bedtime.

“I won’t ask where you’ve been young lady.” Mitzi paused in her cooking to stare down her daughter Tawny. “Jesse here answers that question. Hey handsome!” Jesse smirked over his future mother-in-law should he ever pop the question. Another gorgeous redhead, more strawberry blonde, but red none the less, it was hard not to flirt back. Wearing a thin robe with a sheer negligee beneath it her body was barely hidden as it was. MILF Mitzi however was a borderline alcoholic so that ofttimes put an end to any teasing for fear she might act upon it. Tawny’s dad Joe had enough problems dealing with his wife as it was.

“I told you I was staying the night with Jesse last night.”

“She did!” Joe entered the kitchen after hearing the back door open. “You were too trashed to remember. I told Tawny to go because I was tired of you two feuding.”

“I’m over it!” Mitzi sat her spatula down and extended her opened arms toward her daughter. “Can you forgive me, Baby?”

“Always do!” Tawny embraced her mom even as Mitzi wagged her tongue at Jesse. Joe witnessing it, reached over and pinched his wife’s tongue while mumbling, “Enough of that.” He knew Jesse would never act on his wife’s sexually charged antics. Like mother, like daughter.

“What’s this I hear about you buying a house?” Joe peeled his wife from their daughter and walked her back to the stove. “Keep cooking or I’ll never feed my belly.” Hamburger Helper!

“Yeah! I just got the keys. My new neighbor just happens to be my realtor. Small world! You guys will have to drop by sometime once I get moved in and get the place furnished.”

“We might have a few things around here to get you started. I’m glad to see you hunker down and build a future.”

“With me in it.” Tawny chimed in, hugging Jesse from the side. “I’m moving in with him.” That took both Joe and Mitzi by surprise. “And I’m not waiting until graduation. I’m moving over next weekend. I’m eighteen already so don’t pull that card.”

Joe sighed and patted Jesse on the shoulder. “All yours! One less mouth to feed dish soap to.”

“You’re not telling me no?” Tawny bulged her eyes! “Yesssssssssss!” She began dancing in step.

“Can I move in too?” Mitzi beguiled Jesse until Joe snapped his fingers. “Oh, quit! I’m only teasing.”

“And that is the problem. I’ll just take this rum and coke.” He drank it himself! “You’ve had enough for one bottle.” Over half and she had just purchased it. Bacardi begone!

“How do you feel about Tawny wanting to move in?” Mitzi frowned but accepted Joe’s cutoff point in front of the kids.

“I’m fine with it. Even I told her after graduation, but we talked about it more today and I caved in. As long as you guys are cool, I’m cool. She WILL get a job very soon or I’ll make her move back home.”

“Good man! You obey that fella Pumpkin.”

“That’s the plan.” Tawny winked at him. “Right, Master!”

“Putting your foot down is the first step toward happiness, Son. Don’t let her up for even a second.” Joe himself winked. Mitzi rolled her eyes; she almost always got her way. “Don’t burn that burger.” Back at it!

“Can we have grandma’s dining table that’s stored up above the garage?”

“My card table with the guys? I don’t know.” He chuckled! “Yeah, mom would have wanted it to go to you anyway. It’s too fancy for a bunch of guys to use as a poker table.”

“Awesome! Saves you some money Jesse.”

“I’ll take whatever you want to unload.” Jesse grinned! Mitzi put her hand up then pointed at herself while Joe and Tawny weren’t looking. She then pointed at him and made a circular motion over her face. Unload away handsome! Jesse just shook his head at her. He knew she was twisting his words when she started pointing at her face and cleavage. She wanted him to unload all over her. Fucking redheads!

“Give me until the weekend to decide on what I can sacrifice. How about that old wicker bowl chair on the back porch? I never use it. Mitz never goes out there.”

“Sold! That can go out on the back deck.”

“Show them the pictures you took of the house.” Tawny insisted! Agreeing to it Jesse provided his cell and shared room after room. Mitzi was all about that canopy bed. Tawny excused herself while he did, Mitzi handing her daughter the spatula. Standing to each side of Jesse the Martin’s enjoyed the show. Her left hand behind Jesse, Mitzi had her palm on the small of his back while looking innocent. The more rooms that he showed them she gradually ran her fingers down the back of his jeans and under his boxers. Skin on skin Jesse froze at her bold move. Too close for comfort he feared the scene this might cause. Once the photo session ended, he stepped forward to join Tawny at the stove. Mitzi merely played it off in front of Joe talking about the hot tub and swimming pool.

“Smells delicious!” Jesse told Tawny! It suddenly made her feel like a housewife. A quick kiss she whispered, “I love you!” Worked for him!

“Set the table for one more Mitz.” Joe told his bride of twenty years.

Funny how at that exact moment Jesse’s dad Carl had Nadine Moss on their own dining table. My how the tables were turning. Grandma Martin’s table yet another addition. The rest of the night Jesse contended with Mitzi taunting him without ratting her out. After Joe fell asleep in his recliner and Tawny went to the restroom, Momma Martin took her robe off and let him see her in her negligee. Jesse did look, no way was he ratting her out. Modelling she removed even the nightie and posed for him just to see his reaction. Hot ass Momma for sure. A narrow escape when Tawny returned, Jesse kept it to himself and told Tawny it was time to go. His new home was calling him. Twyla Parris on her way there to meet them.

Momma Martin sat on the sofa where Jesse had been and masturbated while Joe snored. Snooze you lose Daddy!

Club MaleStrom, the back entrance!

“Okay! So, what am I in for tonight?” Harrison Banfield spoke up after a lengthy make out session with his lovely wife Madison. As a second-generation top dog at Watchtower Madison Raynes-Banfield had kept years of secrets from her husband. Many more he did not know about, some likely never.

Now that his father-in-law Barker Raynes had given Maddy his blessing on bringing Harrison in on things, Harry was riding high. Keeping his cool was in his favor, he was totally aware that trust needed to be established. While he truly did not approve of the actions his wife was taking part in, he also knew if he didn’t fall in line for the most part, he would be drained of a lifetime of capital he had accrued. Until his new associate Fred put in place safeguards, he was going to have to break a few rules of his own. If he proved himself reluctant then his relationship with Maddy was going to be even more strained than it was. Mister Mom was done playing the sole parent. Enough was enough!

“You haven’t been to MaleStrom since Stacy opened the doors. A lot has changed over the last three years. We’ve established a windfall operation here. Nothing is sacred inside these doors. Money flows like water here. Men do whatever they want as long as the women are cooperative. The same goes for the ladies! The rich and powerful who are not even a part of our operation frequent these walls.” She paused to palm her husband’s cheek. “What you forced our driver Eboni to do was unexpected. Delightful, yes! But I did not see that coming.”

“Eating you out? Did I get her into trouble?”

“Heavens no! You got her rewarded. Trust me Harrison, you are not the first to feel her lips around your penis. Nor am I in having her tongue upon my vagina. Our drivers provide far more than just escorting passengers. Escort means escort! Unless they are required to be elsewhere, they partake in anything and anyone who pays them well.”

“So, do I pay Eboni for our fun?”

“Already taken care of sweetheart.”

“Okay! So, let me get things straight. Cameras and even our cellphones are monitored for faster results. Meaning if I wanted something I just talk to my phone without even calling someone.”

“Correct! Our dispatchers are quite adept at performing tasks with lightning speed. They are listening to us chat here and now.”

“Are we sticking together tonight or are you going off on your own?”

“Ordinarily I would enjoy myself any which way. I did have plans for tonight, but I suppose I could change them.”

“Why? Don’t let me prevent something you feel strong about. I’m guessing you’re talking about these big boys from Boston. Sorry, if my dick size isn’t satisfactory.”

“Stop that! I love your penis size. Yes, I prefer something different on occasion but...”

“Occasion? Is that every day? You can be honest with me Maddy.”

“Multiple times, multiple partners on any given day.”