Chapter 31: Three Strange Days

For the next three days, I made sure our breakfast included pineapple or some cranberries. Jackie was not a fan of the cranberries but ate them when instructed as they would shorten the time for the blotches to fade. She, also, begged off going to the spa after we had gone out to dinner. She was not ready to let people see her with the purple marks of her night of debauchery. Her not going up to the spa for those days turned out to be a good thing.

Jackie not being there on those days opened up the opportunity for me and the Simpson sisters to screw in every way possible. The first evening Tyleen had heard from her sister what I had done to her. She asked if I would do the same for her. I happily agreed with one exception. I had Tyleen first sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi where I rested the back of her knees on my shoulders while I sucked, nibbled, and ran my tongue over her clit and full labia. I only stopped when she was squirming and fighting me so much after her second orgasm that she was going to hurt herself. Then I flipped her around and put her on her knees and drove my dick into her spasming hot pussy hole. When finished she ended up in the same condition as her sister had the day before.

Jackie, when I got to the room for a second night, asked if I had an enjoyable time. She again said little else about my being on the roof screwing the older woman. She only stared for a moment at my face which had remnants of pussy juice on my cheeks. She asked me to get a shower again and afterward, she cuddled her naked body up to me for a night of blissful sleep. Again I was befuddled at the reason she had not been in her pajamas or robe. But I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

The next night she didn’t go up to the spa. And, the sex was not one-on-one with the sisters. Nor was it done in the hot tub. It had started there but quickly moved to one of the lawn chair recliners. Before the night with them was over, I had fucked both of them. Once while Tyleen was eating Martha and once while Martha ate the cream pie from Tyleen. All the while, Tyleen and I made out or I was suckling on her large tits. The other surprise was while we were enjoying each other’s charms, we had an audience. Had I known I’m not sure I would’ve continued. The sisters had known almost from the start and loved performing for the older couple. I think it was kind of an audition for them.

That night Jackie again asked, if I had an enjoyable time. She also wanted to make sure they had a good time. I assured her they did. When before she asked me to get a shower, I let the towel fall away. I did so before getting to where she could not see me. She said, “Clearly they did.” She was looking at my shrunken dick and the mixer of cum, both mine and theirs, that was matting my pubic hair. I let it alone and showered as she had asked the last two nights.

Climbing into bed with her, once again her naked body pressed up against my equally nude body. Instead of just cuddling against me, she climbed half on top of me so her head could rest fully on my chest. One of her tits was resting on my chest while the other was crushed into my ribs. Her leg was thrown over mine. She pulled her slit into my thigh as she pulled her pelvis tightly to me. Clearly, there was something going on with her.

I had determined I was going to ask her about it. It was then that I looked down at her. I could tell at some point while I was gone she had been crying. And it through my whole thought process out of wack. I could’ve left that alone and asked her why she was naked. But I didn’t. I also could’ve ignored the previous tears. But again, I didn’t. “What’s wrong?”

In a typical female response, she said, “Nothing.” She nuzzled her face into me all the more.

“Well, it doesn’t feel like nothing. So out with it.” I said while stroking her hair.

She burst into tears bawling out, “Karen.” She pressed her face into my chest harder.

“What about Karen?” I asked. I was fairly sure I knew what the issue was but would wait until Jackie told me so I could be sure.

“She called me a gold-digging slut and told me not to come back,” She bawled out louder, making even more tears.

“I see. Did she say don’t come back to the United States or just to your shared home? Because I don’t think she speaks for the U.S. Government,” I asked hopefully making light of Karen’s initial reaction.

She made a choking laugh amidst her crying. “Just home. I can’t believe she would say that. Where am I to go when I go home? If I don’t have a home.” She paused a moment and continued, “And she called me a slut. A gold-digging slut. But I’m not ... She knows me better than that. So why ... why is she calling me that?”

I kissed the top of her head, “Let’s take these one at a time. Yes?” She nodded not looking up at me. I then proceeded. “As for the place to go when you get back. If need be I can put you up in a hotel for a week or so while you find a place of your own. You will now make enough to have your own place. And I may transfer you to the head office, anyway. To work closely with Ron.”

Still, without looking up she wiped her eyes and said, “You mean move to Texas. But, I don’t know anyone in Texas. I’ll be all alone.”

“You know me. You know Ron. And you’ll meet new people, along with your co-workers,” I pointed out. Trying to make even more light of the predicament I added, “And if you’re still lonely you could always hire me as your companion. I could use a few free meals after this trip.”

“You mean you would do what I say for a change?” She rhetorically asked. “How much would you do you think you’re worth as a companion? Because it might be worth it.” She was down to just sniffling now that her mind was on something else, fun.

Using her line when I first hired her, I said, “I’m priceless.”

She chuckled clearly remembering our earlier exchange, “Good free. I can afford that.”

“Yes but I don’t think you would accept my terms,” I said.

She squeezed me and asked, “And why is that?”

“Because nothing would change with our current contract. I would still decide where we go. And I would still pay for everything, and you would still need to go with me and do what I ask no questions asked.” I answered.

“Hey, that sounds more like I would still be your companion. Not the other way around.” She said lightheartedly.

“See I said you wouldn’t agree to my terms,” I stated knowingly.

“I don’t know. I think that would be acceptable,” She nodded up and down talking to both me and herself. “Yeah, that would be good. Can you start when we get back?”

“Good,” I could feel her smile. It filled her whole body for a short while. It then tensed back up, “But then Karen will really think I am a gold-digging slut. I even asked her how was I a slut when we aren’t even sleeping together.”

I chuckled at her statement, “Not sleeping together? Have you seen where we are tonight?” More serious in tone, I said, “I thought, I told you to be honest with her”

“Oh, I told her that we were in a single room with one bed. That is when she got adamant I was fucking you for your money. I tried telling her we weren’t involved like that. But she didn’t believe me. She said if she had to share a bed with a hunky rich gentleman night after night she would fuck him silly.” I could hear the sadness in her voice that was sure to bring more tears.

“First you should know if you’re fucking someone for their money you’re not a slut. You’re a whore. Second, is if you are fucking someone for their money. You will eventually pay double. My daughter knows this. And if she thinks that of you, then what is she saying about me? That I would pay you to be my prostitute.” I was getting mad at the thought. “She knows I don’t put up with lying to or about me. She should know I would’ve made that clear to you also.”

Jackie tensed up at that statement, “Yes, she said I should know lying about not fucking you is something you wouldn’t put up with. And while she could come right out and tell you I was lying to her about us. She would make it clear I had. And that would get me out of your bed and life. Since as a little girl when she lied to you she always got spanked as part of her punishment. And that you would never spank or physically punish a grown woman.”

I was curious how she had handled that, “So what did you say when she said that? Did you tell her that I did in fact spank you? But for the same reasons, I did to her when she was little. Only to make her and you better people.”

“No, I didn’t,” She was now trembling against me, as she awaited my reaction. I gave none and let her finish. “But, I told her I knew the repercussions could be severe when not being honest with you. But the consequence was in line with the offense. And the consequences were meant to teach more than punish. So she should know I wasn’t lying about not having sex with you.”

I smiled to myself. She had learned much better and faster than I had expected. I guess she was more motivated than some of my other employees. The ones I didn’t spank. “Maybe, I’ll call her tomorrow, and set her straight.” Remembering I told Jackie to tell Karen everything I asked, “Did you tell her anything else about your time here. You know about keeping warm in the museum, Olivia, or the stuff with the Simpson sisters?” Jackie once again trembled and shook and refused to look at me even when I put a finger under her chin to have her look at me in the darkness.

“I know you wanted me to but she hung up on me,” Jackie was still shaking. It meant there was more to the story. After a few seconds of not saying anything she continued on, “But I don’t know if I could have told her all of that. I would be so embarrassed. Even when I say all of it to myself, I think I sound like a complete slut. What is she going to think of me after

all I’ve done and become.”

“Well, I guess, you will find out the next time you talk to her. Hopefully, she won’t hang up before you can tell her it all,” I said. I was interested in what she thought she had become or was becoming. She was broken down mentally and she would freely tell me. Still, I didn’t think she needed to hear such come from her own mouth. So I kissed her forehead. “Now let’s get to sleep.”

She asked, “So you’re not mad at me?”

I repeated the mantra I had heard from my mother for years and that which I said to Karen, many times. “Dogs are mad. People get upset And no I am not upset. I know you will do the right thing when you get the chance ... Now Sleep.”

The third night I was in a pissed-off mood when I got up to the spa. I had been bad company for Jackie when we had gone to dinner. Jackie was perceptive enough to not ask why I wasn’t overly talkative. It was my daughter being bitchy about Jackie. I had to scold her and demand she not call Jackie a gold digger. I left off the slut part. Deep inside I was pretty sure she was doing what she could to keep from acting like a slut. She had failed on multiple occasions in doing that. And I was just as sure she would fail more in the future. Or not so much fail but quit trying to keep it in. Not that I thought experiencing the pleasures of sex when possible was a bad thing. I rather enjoyed it and no one called me a slut, though it is likely what I am.

So when I ran into the two Simpson women, I was not the friendliest. Still, Tyleen asked, “Hey Joe, would you be interested in a repeat performance of last night. Just starting with Martha.”

I countered with, “What do you say instead I screw your sister in the ass while she goes to town on you. And then I fuck you in the ass while you eat her and who knows maybe have a chocolate cream pie.”

Martha’s face lit up. There was a lasciviousness just under the surface of her smile “Joe, you think up the best shit to do.” To her sister, she asked, “You want me or you to go get the lube?”