The Crawfords Part 2
Franklin
Franklin rang the bell to his Aunt's apartment building. He and his aunt Edith had been having a sexual affair for about three months. He looked forward to his liaisons with his aunt, he just wished they could happen more often. The best sex he had ever had was with his aunt, and that included sex with his wife.
Through the speaker he heard, "Is that you Frank?"
"Yep, buzz me in."
He climbed the stairs, turned left and came to her apartment. Apartment 204. She greeted him, opening the door wearing a sexy sheer baby doll nightie. Though in her forties, she looked fifteen years younger. "Come in sexy, I have been thinking of your cock all day." As he entered, passing by her, she said, "How long can you stay?"
"I can stay late. Denise is out with her girl friends."
"Franklin, it's three pm. Do you plan on wearing me out?"
"Like I could wear you out..," he replied sarcastically a big grin on his face.
"Oh, good. Are you ready to stick that stiff rod in me?" Franklin grinned, walked over and grasped her hand and walked down the hallway to her bedroom, pulling his aunt behind him. Immediately inside her bedroom door he pulled his aunt into his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. He held her close, his arms running down her back, he grasped her incredible ass and pulled her too him. They both panted as Edith pulled her nephew back towards her bed. They finally fell upon the bed, laughing as they almost rolled off.
Giggling she said to him, "Are you going to get undressed and fuck me, Frank?"
Franklin suddenly remembered his role. Not as in a fantasy role, but that he had to get used to his role with the Crawford Women. At least this one Crawford woman. "Shut up slut. Get on the bed and just lay there for a bit. Let me decide what happens next?"
"Oh, of course Frank. Of course." Edith had always been submissive, and she still remembered how much she loved when her brother came into her room and took her when they were teenagers. It did not start that way, but over time he became her bed master.
Franklin then said, "I have been thinking about that Auntie. I am just not sure how much..., stuff you can take."
In the interim Edith lay flat on the bed, her legs spread the way her nephew liked them. She lifted her baby doll nightie and replied, "What do you mean, Franklin?"
"Well, I have some stuff I brought with me. I just don't know how high a pain threshold you have." He quickly undressed, walked over to his aunt's bed and stood at her bedside naked. "But..., meanwhile, suck my cock."
Edith knew well that he loved her cock sucking abilities. She slid to the side of the bed and turned her head towards his larger than average cock as it pointed at the ceiling. She knew her place, she merely opened her mouth making a big 'O' with her lips, but did not do or say anything else. He leaned forward and grasped his cock. He placed his cock at her sexy mouth. She took his cock into her mouth, placing one hand on his hip as he began to rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her warm, sexy lips. She was careful with her teeth, she protected them with those lips. "God Auntie..., you are so good at cock sucking." For a good three minutes he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, until his cock was causing choking sounds. He so loved when she began to choke on his cock. It was erotic..., and controlling. He loved being in charge of his aunt in the bed.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out and she asked, "Are you going to fuck my face Franklin?"
Franklin used his left hand, so as not to hit harder then was needed, and slapped her face. Her eyes went wide, but he also saw her shudder. They had many conversations about the Crawford women. Edith believed, and Franklin was beginning to agree, that Crawford women are genetically predisposed to be submissive. Even whorish. Especially with other family members. It was not just his aunt, but Franklin's dad had told him the same and he agreed with his father. He had even let it slip that his dad had fucked his sister.
It was certain that his aunt was submissive. More than that she loved being dominated in a rough way. From what she said of Franklin's Grandmother, she was also very submissive. Perhaps even kinky. Edith was not sure about the second part.
She said nothing more, remembering who was in charge. He reached to the top of the mattress and pulled the center restraint tucked next to the mattress. He looped it around her wrists as he had done in that past, pulling the restraint tight. Her discomfort was part of the turn on for both of them. He then moved down her body and grabbed her ankles pulling her body down so that it would be tight against the restraint around her wrists. Another restraint was at each corner of the bottom of the bed, tucked between the mattress and the box springs. He attached her ankles with these restraints. He pulled each so that they would not yield. Her legs were forcefully pulled wide and she moaned in pain, which did nothing but make Franklin's cock start to twitch in his boxers.
"You just can't seem to be a good whore. You are going to have to be punished." he said. Leering at her with an evil grin. "I will be right back, I forgot something in the car. Hm, you can't buzz me in."
She replied, "Just buzz 106 or 207, they let anyone in."
"Good auntie whore. I will be right back."
Franklin ran to his car, retrieved the bag of goodies he had brought along and then pushed a bunch of buttons until someone finally did buzz him in. Running up the stairs, eager, he finally slowed down enough to hide his excitement in the hallway just before her door.
"Is that you my sexy Nephew?"
Franklin answered. "Shut up wench, I have some surprises for you. We have all evening. My whore really needs to be punished."
With that he went to her closet where Edith had a feather duster. He had used the duster many times to torturously tickle his aunt. He put his bag of goodies at the end of the bed and then returned from the closet with the duster. Franklin began by running the feather up and down the bottoms of each of her feet. She said nothing, but grimaced with sensitivity. He ran the duster up her legs, especially her inner thighs. He knew from experience these two areas are extremely sensitive areas of her body. Tonight he was impatient, though. He had never caused her pain and he thought about all the things he had bought, and that he should use at least one or two of them. He played the duster across her breasts and said, "Is my slutty aunt in need of some cock?"
"Oh God yes. Please fuck me Franklin."
He walked to the bag of goodies and rummaged through them until he found what he was looking for. It was a pair of nipple clamps that are connected by a wire between them. He had a couple more nipple clams that are separate, but he had been itching to try these ever since he bought them earlier that day.
