The Girls With the Blue Eyes [pt 3]

Now be warned, if you are not legally of age to read literature that involves sex, then you must not read this. If you are offended by sex between adults and underage children or by incest, then I would suggest that you read something else. Such conduct is not legal, [well in most places] and I certainly do not condone it or recommend it, in fact this is a complete work of fiction. I do not know anyone who has had an experience like this one, it is nothing but the writings of an author who’s mind just comes up with this stuff. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it. The author of this little story, [AJBaker] is not dead even though rumors have been spread that he is.

Having read the first two parts you may have a good idea what the protagonists are going through in this story. We left them with some rising doubts, at least on Albert’s part as to whether he was getting myself into a situation he would have been better off without. A long chat combined with making love with Wendy seemed to make him feel better though. One can only hope that he is on the right track, but all of that can wait because we are going to join the small group on Wendy’s birthday to see what kind of fun they are going to have together.
Our horny group is in the middle of a hectic day, wrapping presents, preparing food and dealing with a whole lot of doubts and fears. There is a lot do deal with as they set out to celebrate two birthdays and Thanksgiving at the same time. What could possibly go wrong?

The Girls With The Blue Eyes
Erotica written by A.J.Baker
Part Three
Chapter One
Albert went home before Diane woke up, leaving his little angel sleeping soundly beside her unconscious mother. He had wrestled Diane to a better place on the bed for her to rest and managed to stop her snoring at the same time. Wendy seemed content to crawl back into bed with her mom and quickly fell asleep looking like some kid dreaming about kittens and Christmas.
He was exhausted when he got home but he found the energy to stuff the turkey with the dressing he had prepared the afternoon before. With that in the oven he set the timer so it would start cooking at nine a.m. and then he set his bedroom alarm for noon, the latest he could risk sleeping til. He was afraid that he was going to burn out later on that day as he was going to get five hours of sleep at best.
His bed seemed to be so big and empty. Damned if he was not wishing the girls were here with him. He did not even have the energy to get undressed so he fell onto the comforter and just went to sleep.
At the Barker residence the girls were just getting their day started. Diane was feeling well rested, almost euphoric as she hummed aloud in the shower. When she awoke, she was a bit concerned that Albert was not there, but then she knew he had a lot to do and there was no conversation about him staying over anyway. She left Wendy in bed to get a few more moments of sleep while she showered and dressed.
When she was sitting in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish dripping, she had a sudden feeling of foreboding. What if Albert thought she was some kind of freak because of the way she acted last night when he was fucking her ass? Surely he was okay with that, after all he initiated it, but then she went wild, that would scare a lot of men off. What would she do if she lost him? Wendy would probably never forgive her.
Hell, she would never forgive herself. She had reservations about letting this happen, Wendy was only a child after all. At the same time she knew it was the best choice. They had been lucky that Albert was not some kind of freak or pervert. She was the real pervert by societies mores. She slept with her own daughter, that was incest. Something everyone thought was dirty and wrong, even most of the people that had incestuous relationships.
She had felt compelled to do it knowing from personal experience that if Wendy did not have her to quell the urges then far worse things could happen. She loved her daughter far too much to allow anything bad to happen to her. Why would anyone find fault in her for that? Was it not a mother’s job?
She had nightmares all of the time where she was locked up for making sure her daughter was safe and then Wendy was put out there in the big bad world with no one to keep her needs and desires in check. A sweet, smart little girl left to fend for herself in a world where no one gave a damn about her problem unless it was something that they could take advantage of. How many little girls were turned into prostitutes or became some pervert’s sex toy because no one understood but the wrong people.
She was shivering when the coffee finally was ready to drink. She said a silent prayer that Albert really understood. That he was okay with her wanton abandon as soon as he started to fuck her ass. She probably scared the poor man half to death.
“Morning mom!”
“Good morning darling, my aren’t you chipper. You must have slept well.”
“About half as well as you thanks to your snoring.”
“I do not snore!”
“Yes you do, you started last night. I woke up because of it. I thought it was Albert but he was in the living room sleeping on the couch. He helped me move you and then you were fine after that.”
“Why was he sleeping on the couch?”
“He said he was thinking, but he drank almost a whole bottle of wine while doing it. I was afraid he was having second thoughts about us, but we had a long talk and then made love. He seemed pretty cool when he put me to bed. He said he had to get home to get the turkey in the oven so that we could eat at around two.”
“He must be cooking a huge bird.”
“Yeah, that is what I thought, he says he loves leftovers and can live on them all week long.”
“Honestly, you don’t think he was too freaked out by my performance last night do you?”
“Gee mom, I don’t know, you were pretty wild. What was that about anyway?”
“A bunch of things, mostly he was magnificent. I never had a lover that made me feel like that. That whole sexual energy thing was incredible. Then when I realized he was going to fuck my ass, well what can I say? It is my favorite way to fuck.”
“I am going to have to try that if it is so good.”
“In time sweetie, don’t rush it, like I said it can really hurt and you might be a bit young to start that.”
“Okay, but I think that I have dropped turds as big around as his cock.”
“Such language, I should get the bar of soap!”
“Oh mom, when was the last time you actually washed my mouth with soap.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t do it. You are right though, maybe I am a little over zealous in my need to protect you.”
“No mom, you are perfect. There is no one like you and I am so happy that you are my mom.”
Diane felt like crying. “Okay, so what do we do now birthday girl?”
“We have to make the tiramisu, then we have to decide what outfits we are going to wear over to Albert’s in case we want to drive him wild with lust. Or do you think we should tone it down a notch today?”
“Here is what I think. We tone it down, but be ourselves. He is a man that knows how to take charge. In fact he knows far more than your tainted mother does about sex and I imagine about relationships. So from now on we make ourselves available to him and let him take the lead.”
“That reminds me, I could not help myself. I was feeling vulnerable. I asked him if I could call him daddy.”
“Wendy!”
“Well, it felt right, and besides he decided it was alright with him.”
“I see. Well it might be a bit awkward, but I will try and deal with it.”
“Does that bother you mom? I mean I never had a dad, not that I really needed one thanks to you. Last night, it was already my birthday and we were cuddling. I just hated calling him Albert or Mr. Jones.”
“I know honey, and I am not angry. I always knew that you yearned for a dad, let’s just be careful that you do not get to attached so fast. If it does not work out, then you and I could be in for a lot of hurt.”
“I know mom, I know. A little part of me inside is scared, but something just feels so right and so good about him.”
“It is not him I worry about so much as us. We have not really talked a lot about how the world perceives people like us. To most people we are little more than trash.”
“But why? People always like us when they meet us.”
“They don’t know about our sex lives. If they did, well most would want us thrown in jail, well me anyway, you would end up in foster care. I have nightmares about it all the time.”
“Well then we will just have to help him to love us.”
“I sure hope we can do that. I mean I hope he can love us.”
“Mom, we love each other and that will never change.”
“I know baby, now come here, mommy needs a hug.”
They hugged for a long time, two lost girls hoping desperately that Albert was what he seemed to be.
Albert woke up to the heavenly smell of roasting turkey. He checked his watch and decided not to stay in bed, the bird needed basting and he needed to take a leak. Seeing as the two things were not connected he went to the bathroom first. He felt surprisingly refreshed considering the night he had.
He basted the bird with bacon fat, poured a cup of coffee and went to the door to get the Sunday paper. It was mostly full of ads for long weekend sales with a bit of news mixed in. He turned to the back to find the sports section to find that he had missed a Canucks game that they had won.
The smell of the turkey was making him hungry so he fried some eggs, bacon and tomatoes with parmesan cheese. When he finished eating he was set to start his chores, making the house ready for his guests. The excitement of celebrating Wendy’s birthday started to get to him. He retrieved the gifts from the bedroom closet and wondered why he had even bothered hiding them.
He set the table and then started putting candles all over the living and dining rooms. There was going to be lots of leftovers so he set out his Tupperware and plastic Ziploc bags. He wanted everything to be handy so that when Diane and Wendy were there they would have plenty of time to spend with each other.
After his talk with Wendy, he realized that he would probably want them to be a part of his life anyway, no matter what. He would be the first to admit that the sex was the best he had ever had. Then he would have to admit to feelings for both of them. In their own unique ways they were special, and together they were super. He hated himself for the thoughts he had the night before and he was grateful that Wendy had shared with him.
His stomach was full and the coffee was gone, he did not want to drink before they arrived so he walked over to Tim’s for latte and a doughnut. He liked Tim’s, there was always a lot of interesting people to watch, especially on Sundays as the working people were at home so the place was full of locals. The downtown area had it’s very own bunch of quirky people from all age groups, races, and walks of life.
It was no different when he got there and joined the long line up of caffeine addicts. Thankfully it was unusually warm for the time of year so he took a seat at an outdoor table. He just wanted to relax and enjoy watching people for awhile before going home to finish preparing dinner. He was amazed at the number of couples and small families that were out and about.
It was the families that he was most interested in. He felt compelled to watch and see if they showed signs of being happy. Albert had been single for over a decade, that ten years sprinkled with brief dalliances that lasted from a few days up to three weeks, his latest record. In that time he had developed a practiced eye for the less obvious beauties of the world, the woman that with a little make-up, the proper outfit and perhaps a new haircut, would turn every head in the area, jealous females included.
Today he found a woman with her teenage daughter. They were sitting outdoors as well just a couple of tables over but right in his line of sight. The mother was blonde, her hair lacked attention as did her clothes which appeared to be slept in. Her daughter was dressed like a lot of mid-teen girls those days, like a slut. A father’s worst nightmare. Albert figured them to be a broken family just because mom looked harassed while the daughter was cool and speculative.
He felt sorry for the mother and that led him to think about Diane. Diane was a marvel really, with everything going against her in life she still managed to look good, even before when she was hobbling around on crutches. She still managed to educate her daughter and not only in the required school curriculum but about love and survival.
The slutty girl was looking at him and smiling knowingly. One of her legs was swinging back and forth allowing him quick glimpses of white flesh above her thigh high stockings as well as a flash of bright red that he assumed was her panties. When she realized he was looking at her, her leg stopped at it’s furthest point from her stationary leg, her hand grasped her skirt and moved it slowly up toward her waist.
The little vixen was teasing him. Albert chuckled and winked at her before turning his head to watch two young girls around Wendy’s age walking towards him. Now this he found interesting, he knew now that after Wendy his life would never be the same. He found he was clearly aroused by watching the nubile young girls that were oblivious to his attention than he had been by the obvious tease seated a few feet away.
He had a sudden physical reaction, it was like the whole world moved around him, a sensation he had experienced during an earthquake. He almost panicked before he realized that no one else seemed to be worried about the ground shaking. His eyes met those of the sexy little slut and she looked at him quizzically. She probably did not understand why he was not looking at her panties.
Albert stood up, finished his latte and made for the gate to go home. He now had purpose, he was no longer in limbo wondering what was going on. A few days ago he had added a special number to his call list on his cell phone. He brought the number up, pressed call and waited impatiently for an answer.
“Yeah?”
“Hi, I got your number from Craigslist, I am wondering if I can hook up with you soon.”
“What are you looking for? V or C?”
He thought for a moment, then figured it out. “V”
“Good, where are you right now?”
“The Tim Horton’s on Venables.”
“I know it, meet me a block south. I am on a bicycle, blue Lycra suit and blue and white helmet, you have cash I hope?”
“Hundred bucks.”
“That will get you a dozen, work for you?”
“Sounds good. Three minutes.”
“Hurry, I am almost there.”
Albert sped up his pace, he only had half a block to go. While he was walking he took five twenties from his wallet. He hated the new plastic bills, he wondered why the ground was not covered with money that slipped from peoples hands.
There was his guy waiting just ahead of him. He caught his eye and nodded. The bike rider looked around, made up his mind and then wheeled toward him. The exchange went quickly and flawlessly and he was on his way home with a dozen blue Viagra in his pocket. Briefly he hoped he had not been ripped off but shrugged that off. It was only money, and if he had the real thing, then today would be memorable.

Chapter Two
It was a short cab ride but they did not want to bring the car and leave it all night on the street, besides they had packages to carry and dessert. Diane felt good when she paid the cabbie and gave him a generous tip, it was not often she felt solvent enough to be so extravagant. Wendy was carefully carrying the dessert to the front door, not daring to trip or lose her grip on the container. It had been carefully prepare and she was the guardian to make sure it did not lose it’s visual appeal.
Diane gathered up the packages, she had presents and wine and toys. Everything she had to contribute to the festivities. As she walked toward the front door she was balancing bags and emotions, [emotional baggage?] as she was still worried that Albert was going to dump them because of her.
Wendy was waiting for her to ring the doorbell, still paranoid and daring not to even let go with one hand to press the buzzer. By the time Diane had her hand free, the door was opening. Albert’s low mellow voice greeted them warmly as he stood aside to allow them entrance. “Greetings young ladies! A beautiful warm day only made better by two gorgeous smiles. A sunny blue sky that cannot compete with the beauty of your eyes. A special day that is more special now that you are here. Come in and welcome.”
“Hi daddy, you talk funny.”
“Damn I rehearsed that for ten minutes. Hi sweetling. It looks like you have a good grip on that so I’ll just let you take into the kitchen. Diane, may I take your bags?”
“Thank you Al. That was a wonderful greeting, thank you.”
“Thank me with a hug and a kiss if you would.” Diane slipped her arms through his and melded her body into him as she began kissing him warmly. She found that she did not want to stop, but the need for air finally brought them apart.
“Mmm, you are quite the man Albert Jones. Oh, it smells wonderful here. Wendy and I have never had home cooked turkey before.”
“Then this is a week of firsts, all sorts of them. Now let me put these somewhere and then we can sit in the kitchen and drink my special hot chocolate.”
“That is good cocoa.”
“It is even better today, I added a couple more ingredients.”
“So Mr. Jones, I hear that you have been adopted. How are you feeling about that today?”
“Good, actually I hoped to discuss some things with both of you while we enjoy some chocolate. And you? How do you feel about things today.”
“Incredible. Confused. Elated. Wary. I guess I am just a bundle of nerves.”
Everyone settled in the kitchen nook on high bar chairs. Hot chocolate sweetened with Grande Marnier and Kahlua steamed in over-sized mugs were sitting before them.”
“Now you might be wondering why I called this meeting. I have decided that it is important for us to clear the air about what we all are to each other and where that is going to take us.”
Pits developed in the guts of both of the girls, Wendy distracted herself by sipping the rich brown drink.
“By clearing the air, I mean I want to tell you how I feel and what direction I would like this thing we have develop.”
That sounded promising to Diane so she relaxed a bit and lifted the huge mug to her lips.
“I have decided after long hours of arguing with myself, plus a few epiphanies, that I have already developed some serious feelings for both of you. In a sense it is all tied together by our needs as well as our emotions. I am giving you notice that I need you in my life, my intentions are to pursue an intense relationship with you. I cannot differentiate how I feel about one or the other, it is like somehow I can’t feel for the daughter without the mother and vice versa.”
“Are you saying that you love us?”
“Well Wendy, in a sense I do, but what I am saying is that I tried to visualize my future without the pair of you and I can’t. I am no expert on feelings like love, but I am helpless to resist you and can only hope that you feel the same way about me. Hell, I sound pathetic. I did not mean to sound so needy.”
“Oh my god! That does not sound needy, it sounds sincere and is just what we needed to hear you say. If I can speak for both of us, well we have been scared that you would turn us away because of the way I was last night.”
“The way you were? I don’t understand.”
“In the bedroom, I know that I was crazy, but I would not have been like that except for you and your Tantra stuff.”
“Oh, I get it. Why would you ever think that? That was the most amazingly uninhibited reaction a man could hope for. It is part of the reason I want you.”
“Really? I thought because you are so calm and you have such a steady lifestyle, that it would freak you out. It has happened before, although never on that level. No man, or woman has ever been able to bring that out in me. Hell it scared me.”
“Oh my sweet, you have no idea how long I have hoped to find a woman that was capable of letting herself go like that. Everyone seems to have something that holds them back from letting their sexual side come out.”
“With you? Wow, I can’t imagine a woman wanting to hold back if she was having sex with a man like you. Most men don’t even give a damn if you have an orgasm, they just care about their performance and getting their own rocks off.”
“Then we are on the same page. And Wendy?”
“Me? I am happy. You make me feel loved, and I have never seen mom like she is. How could it be more perfect?”
“Ah, this is unreal. Now let’s get ready and have our first Thanksgiving Birthdays dinner.”
“I am up for that! Is there anything we can do to help?”
“Mostly just help put stuff in serving dishes and put it on the table.”
Everyone took a job, Wendy scooped the hot cranberry sauce into a bowl, Diane poured the gravy into the gravy boat after sticking her finger into it and tasting it. The turkey was already on a platter in the oven keeping warm with the extra dressing and Albert’s last job was mashing the large pot of boiled potatoes adding butter and a container of French Onion chip dip. He steamed the asparagus spears in the microwave and then poured butter that he sauteed with bacon bits and chopped garlic.
There was enough good on the table to feed a church group, but for Albert it was all about having a weeks supply of leftovers. It was an old habit from when he was a kid.
“I can’t believe you have this much food for three people.”
“Me neither. I think it is leftover from being brought up on the prairies. It seems that everyone cooked these huge dinners for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Some for Easter as well, although that was usually ham or lamb.”
“Sounds fantastic. I was brought up by parents that barely even acknowledged holidays or special occasions. We went out for dinner, mostly at buffets. A couple of times we had Christmas dinner at a Chinese buffet.”
“Just like mom and I, only we never went to buffets.”
“So really is the first home cooked dinner we have ever had together and it is the most beautiful meal I have ever seen.”
“Well, let’s see how it tastes then. Eat all you want. No rules here, no one is going to make you try something you don’t want to, if you want to fill your plate with just turkey it is up to you. I’ll start carving.”
By the time they were all so full it was impossible to move they hardly even made a dent in the food on the table. Of course there was even more in the kitchen that there had been no room for on the serving dishes.
“Now I am sufficiently suffonsified. Anyone want anything else?”
“How are we going to eat dessert?”
“That will have to wait. Traditionally we used to play a board game, like monopoly. But let’s just relax in the living room with a nice warm Grande Marnier and maybe talk. By the way, I forgot to compliment you girls on your dresses. I love one piece dresses that button down the front.”
“Thank you, it was the only thing we could find that matched and was appropriate for a dinner like this.”
“Good choice nonetheless. I appreciate that you wanted to dress appropriate, it is a classy thing to do.”
“You like classy things, don’t you?”
“I suppose, I don’t see where it hurts for people to have a little bit of formality in their lives. I know that people like the relaxed look these days, anything that is not formal or restrictive. I just believe there is room for all degrees of living. People develop a look that they think defines them, then they flaunt it wherever they go. Kind of silly if you think about it.”
“How so?”
“Let’s say that you had decided to dress in black leather instead of a nice dress like you did. Would that make you a kinkster instead of a smart caring woman?”
“Well, no, I mean I am kinky but I hope I am that other as well.”
“And Wendy, if you had dressed like a schoolgirl slut the first day I met you, would you have been sending me the message that you wanted?”
“No silly, you probably would have ran away instead of helping me.”
“So, in one way the way we dress sends a message but it does not define who and what we are. If it did then we would be one dimensional instead of mulch-faceted and interesting.”
“What message do you send with the way you dress?”
“That I am prepared for what faces me. If I have important business meeting, I were the proper suit. If I attend the opera or ballet, it could be a tuxedo or silk. Just a regular business day probably a sport jacket. Relaxing at home I am in sportswear. None of them define who I am, only I can do that, but being dressed appropriately says that I am studied and prepared.”
“Fascinating. I really never thought of clothes that way. I suppose a woman is different.”
“Perhaps, but because I am curious, what do ladies wear under a garment such as that dress you have on?”
“I don’t know that I can speak for others because I wear nothing at all.”
“Maybe you define yourself by that, it says that you are ready and willing if not a bit precocious and free spirited.”
“We are ready and willing, never more so than we are now, now that you are our man.”
“Now if you would like, why not give the birthday girl her gifts? We would not want her to think we have forgotten her.”
“You bought me a present? I knew you would! Mom and I got you something too.”
“You see that shopping bag over there? Go see what is in there for you.”
Wendy virtually pounced across the room to pick up the bag and then ran back to sit with them. “Which should I open first?”
“Just a moment darling, go get the bags I brought in as well please. Then all the gifts will be together.”
“Right! Be right back.”
Albert had put them on the floor by the stool he had used in the kitchen niche. Wendy was back in seconds, barely giving the adults a moment to sip their liqueurs. “Okay, this is everything. I am so excited to see what you got for me.”
“What is your favorite color?”
“Blue.”
“Then open the blue one first.”
He did not expect her to be so careful unwrapping the present, but she was meticulous and deliberate as she made sure she did not rip the paper in the least. “Oh look mom it is beautiful, oh and these gloves! Mom feel them! Oh and look at these, I have never seen stockings like these before.”
She jumped from her seat and onto Albert’s lap. “Thank you daddy, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. You are going to have the prettiest sexy little daughter ever!” Her lips were on his and she was kissing him in the most undaughterlike manner possible.
“Okay, okay, you are welcome but you have to let me breathe. Let’s see what your mom got you.” Diane, not wanting to make her daughter leave Albert’s lap handed her a small box wrapped in silver paper with a blue and silver bow.
“Happy birthday darling. I hope you like it.”
Wendy opened the box to find a necklace made of silver with a simple pendant holding a blue sapphire. “Wow mom it is incredible. I have never had anything so beautiful in my life!”
“I know darling, when I saw it I just knew it was for you.”
“Oh I love it, here help me put it on please.”
Diane moved so she was close to them and opened the tiny clasp so that she could put the necklace on Wendy’s neck. When she closed it and let it go, the pendant moved down so that it rested just between her breasts. Right away, Wendy undid about five buttons so that her necklace would not be hidden.
“That is a very classy necklace. Simple and elegant. Nice choice Diane.”
“Thank you that means a lot. I am not one for jewelry so it was more of an impulse than trying to buy the right gift.”
“That usually is the right gift, the one that calls to you.”
“Did the lingerie call to you?”
“Very loudly.”
Wendy was already back into the bags and was bringing out the other gift that Albert bought for her. “This is king of heavy, what could it be?” As excited as she was, she still took her time until finally there was another neatly folded piece of wrapping paper on top of the other.
“Are you kidding me? This is the exact tablet I wanted! How could you have known?”
“I didn’t. I picked it because it is electric blue. I was thinking of your eyes when I saw it.”
“I get it now, you are a raving romantic aren’t you Al?”
“Guilty as charged Di.”
“I am freaking out! This is really the best ever! Not that my other birthdays were bad, but wow!”
“There is more honey, look in the big black bag.” Wendy went to the bag, reached in and brought out a small gift wrapped in black paper with a dark red ribbon.
“Music?”
“Well only way to know is open it.”
She stuck out her tongue and then began her ritualistic unwrapping of her gift. She was delighted to find out it was Corel Art software.
“Oh mom I love you, I wanted this for so long.”
“If you are going to be a productive part of our company, then you might need that. For label designing etc.”
“Yes, and I am going to boot up my new tablet and load it right away.”
“You can plug in over there on that wall. If you need help setting it up just let me know.”
“It says that it has Windows 8 on it.”
“Have you worked with that operating system before?”
“No, my PC has XP. Mom would not let me bootleg a copy of 7.”
“Take it from me, bootlegged operating systems can really cause you grief. I have a couple of good ones, but I have had way more problems than good experiences.”
“You use pirated software?”
“Sure, I get real mad when I pay huge money for something that is constantly having to update because of the problems they have, and then to top it off, some of the updates cause problems. I think Gates is rich enough, or whoever it is making the billions these days.”
“We will stick to what we buy Wendy, what he says makes sense, but we have to stay legal.”
“No problem mom. Damn this is neat. I can use it to take pictures and video! This is better than your phone mom.”
“Sure, crow all you want. I like my phone just fine.”
“So Diane, while she is playing with her new toy, do you want to help me clean up?”
“Okay, I was so content sitting here watching her light up when she opened her presents that I forgot about cleaning up.”
They left her to her tablet and started moving dirty dishes and partially full serving dishes to the kitchen. “Okay, if you want to start putting food into those containers, I will put the dirties in the washer.”
“What about the turkey?”
“Well seeing as there are no bones to keep for soup or braising, I think I will just slice it into three or four pieces and freeze them. Well except for one to use for sandwiches and whatever.”
“Should we set some aside for dinner? I am sure we will get hungry later tonight.”
“Smart and beautiful. You plan that while I fill the washer. You know this is kind of nice. It really feels like a family dinner, don’t you think?”
“You are so right. Where have you been all of my life? I could have used you years ago.”
“Well I was looking for you of course. Funny that it took a Frisbee in a tree to bring us together.”
“And a horny little sweetie.”
“Speaking of horny, tell me about last night. You went so wild. Does that happen often?”
“Honestly? I have always had a hornier ass than my pussy. And let me tell you my pussy is very horny. Last night, the way you and Wendy were doing that energy thing, and the way you started bringing me to the very edge and then stopped me from cumming, I was more charged up than ever in my life. I thought I was going to pass out a few times.”
“I wanted to charge you up, but the results were unexpected.”
“Then finally I did cum, the most explosive whole body orgasm a woman could have. I can’t describe the sensations, but they did not stop like they usually do, they just kept going up and down my whole body like someone was using a paint roller that gave out vibrations of ecstasy rather than latex.”
“Whoa, that must have really been something.”
“The way the pain in my breasts worked with the pleasure in my pussy might have had a lot to do with it. Anyway, I was still doing that when you turned me over. I did not even understand what you were doing until I felt you fucking around with my anus. That was all it took and the rest is a blur.”
“You were moving like a blur.”
“You can’t even imagine what it is like to be experiencing this monstrous orgasm and then have another one start in the middle of it, and then another. If Wendy had not been there to make sure I did not fall over, I am sure I would have ended up on the floor.”
“So we now know that you are incredibly horny like your daughter, what about the toys? I noticed a few things last night used for BDSM playtime.”
“Mostly I bought those after reading 50 Shades of Grey. The book was very erotic, the whole idea of giving myself completely to a man and trusting that he would handle the responsibility of my needs. Having this condition has been like having an anchor around my neck, I have learned to control my urges and even push them down to a point where life is bearable, but it is a lot of work.”
“So you think that having someone else take on that burden would be nice.”
“I know it is nothing more than a fantasy, I mean something like that can’t really happen, can it?”
“Well it can, but it takes a lot of discipline and dedication. By discipline I mean training and exercise. And you have to both be committed to doing all of the things it takes. It would not cure you of your problem, but it could relieve you of some of the stress that goes with it.”
“You seem to know a lot about it.”
“Not really, I am well read, and I kind of dabbled in that lifestyle for awhile.”
“Why are you not still involved?”
“Well I just found the people were, how do I put it, weird. They all thought that what they were doing was the end all. The women seemed to be either fat needy girls that I could not find myself being with, and others were down right crazy bitches. You would cringe if you knew what kind of things they want a Dom to do to them.”
“So is there a lot of people involved in the scene?”
“Lots, there is no way of knowing how many, but they come from all walks of life. The weird thing is that most of them go to seedy dark places and then strut around acting out their strange ideas. Lots of crazies.”
“I was worried that you thought I might be crazy.”
“I considered it. Mostly I was worried that you planned on using me. Honestly I am too sensitive. I don’t need my heart broken again. I would rather stay single and aloof than get involved with someone who only had her own interests in mind.”
“And you don’t think I am like that?”
“No. I watch you with your daughter. I listen to you when you talk to her, and I listen to what she has to say as well. If you are like them, then I am the very worst judge of character imaginable. The other thing is that I found it hard to convince myself that a person willingly gives themselves over to someone to be treated like that. All of that pain, it is kind of sick. I prefer the opposite, a more sensual kind of torture.”
“Good then there is one thing that I would like to talk to you about, it is important for me.”
“Anything, this is the time for us to be open if there is a chance that we can go forward.”
“It is really important to me that I am financially independent. What I mean is that I realize you are fairly well off unless you are living beyond your means. I do not see you as that kind of person so I don’t think that you are. I have always struggled with money, more since having to make the choice to keep Wendy home and be her teacher on top of everything else.”
“Yes, I can see that. What would you like from me?”
“Your help, but not by giving me money or free rent. You have your own business to worry about but I was hoping that we could work out some kind of arrangement that would free me up to take a more active role in finding new customers. You have shown me there is a market for the wine so I am thinking I need to explore that more.”
“I can certainly help by promoting the wines, they are good enough that doing so will not come back on me.”
“Thank you, I know that I am just lucky so far but I need more than that to get ahead. I was hoping that you might have a few hours a week that you can spend with Wendy that will free me up to get out in the world and make sales calls. Aside from that I appreciate you making space available to me for storage but I want to be able to pay you for that.”
Albert studied her for a few moments while he thought about what she was asking. “Good girl, I like it that you are striving to make your way in the business world. I’ll tell you what. My schedule is rarely a fixed thing, but I do work from home a lot. I use the office as a way to legitimize my business as there are some people that do not want to be involved with someone working from home. I can set it up so that I work from home two days a week, I mean like always Monday and Tuesday, or whatever days you need.”
“You would do that? That would be such a big help. I think Wendy would really love that.”
“Would she stick to her school work if we do this?”
“As long as you don’t distract her by walking around stiff all the time, but be warned, her hyper-sexuality might be a distraction at times.”
“I can live with that. We would have to explain to her though that school comes first as does my work.”
“She knows. Her and I have been living with that arrangement for a couple of years as well.”
“The matter of storage space. It is there and not being used. For me to rent that space out I would have to make some expensive improvements. I understand your need to be independent so maybe there is a way to make it work. Have you considered having a partner? You know like an investor?
“Not really, I never really thought anyone would be interested in that, after all I am barely making a living. There is not enough money to go around. I could use one though, there are times that I lose the chance to get some pretty good deals because I have not established a line of credit big enough to just get the money I need quickly.”
“So you have to borrow from a bank, but the wheels turn slowly because of your situation. Then if you do get the loan it is too late because people on the other end tend to take money in hand rather than a promise.”
“In a nutshell.”
“What I do is set people help people that need to borrow money with people that have money to lend. Luckily I am one of the people that has money to lend so whenever a gold opportunity comes along I use my own money, set up through another company I own of course. It is like taking the cream for myself and leaving the rest for my clients.”
“Wow, you really are well off then.”
“I have had some luck.