Margo Needy found peace sitting poolside, drinking her morning coffee to the solace of serenading birds. The sunshine warmed her soul with a bright outlook on her day. Zero cloud cover, zero depression. Would it last? Hard to say. The wilderness of the Poconos Mountains surrounding her property offered a plethora of life. Rabbits, and squirrels playing in the area ran by to say hello. She felt like a Disney Princess, too bad her singing voice would make them run for the hills. No Julie Andrews more Julia Childs cooking with too much gas on. Definitely no songbird.
So much had happened the last few days that in her quiet moment it allowed her to process it all. With her four nineteen-year-old roommates either off to work or sleeping in, she finally had time to herself. Much needed, yet she truly didn't mind their attentions. Loneliness was not her idea of fun. While she loved the sex, some of them were abusing her desires without permission. Using her body for the lust of family and friends. Namely one Brian Lloyd Hancock, furthered by one Heath Timothy Talbot.
Brian had snuck his brother Jeff in a week ago. Thinking it Brian himself walking right into her bedroom and seducing her in total darkness she let her hunger of him ignore the facts that it was another. Similar cologne, yet a dick not quite as dynamic. She found it so erotic that she allowed herself to be fooled. Jeff Hancock was a talented lover. One she would gladly fuck again in the future. That now meant she had five lovers on call. Rather she was on call as they wanted her. Margo was more than happy to oblige.
Then, not long after that Brian tricked her again. She felt gullible. With romantic music and a trail of candlelight she followed the lure of sensuality into her basement where Brian sat alone. A passionate first half led her to close her eyes a little too long. In her thrill, Brian the sneaky, had hidden seven of his past school rivals in her home to make love to her. Once it began, she found it too her liking. Her namesake consumed her. Needy she was!
Margo Needy was gangbanged in front of a crackling fireplace. As Brian intervened the passion left, and Margo began her own seduction. That led to some very dominant men tearing her up. She started it and she would greedily do it again and again. Margo Needy did not want her boys to be disappointed in her in the least. The more she did the more the boys grew in their powerful lust over her. More, more, more. Shivering in her seat Margo was already wet.
What did shock her was the fact, Brian after herding his friends out of her home pinned her down by sitting on her cum covered body and showing her a stack of hundred-dollar bills. Without her knowledge he had pimped her out to them for $200 dollars each. In the end she had $1,400 to use for her needs. Namely, firing up the central air and affording the bill. While a sad gesture it did offer relief to them all against the heat. Grateful for the thought she still felt used. So why was she smiling as never before? Her lust exceeding the term of endearment and extended toward nymphomania helped. Yet, her boys were more than enough. Weren't they? Master's they were.
Touching her neck and chest found spots of tenderness, in their bestial hunger many of the boys left hickies all over her. She had not worn love bruises in ages. Darryl didn't want her to look too sightly for others. She had to be erotic at all times. Now that Darryl was deceased, she allowed it to happen. She did not want to stop any of them and witness even a single solitary frown. Someday it may come to that but no time soon. She was all theirs. Life was good.
Heath exploring his aggressive ofttimes over egotistical side had begun grooming her to be the slave to not just he, but to the other boys. Not completely wanting to give in she let them believe she had on the condition that when she needed to be herself, they had to back off. That did not go over well with Heath. Still, he did agree. A nice comfy dog cage became her room. As long as her food dish was filled with wine, she was content. Darryl would have enjoyed her new life and deep down she knew he was there with her patting her head like he would a puppy. Good whore!
Wearing black yoga pants and a light grey halter top she had dressed in preparation of her daily cardio workout. Her plans were to head downstairs to a personal gym and work on weights to keep her body tightly toned. She refused to ever become anything less than a Goddess. Yet, here she sat lazy, nursing her favorite coffee mug, one that believe it or not her son Elliot had made for her in 8th. grade. She cherished it even if it was slightly lopsided. He gave it to her on Mother's Day that year. Etched into the side was a heart with the wiggly letters saying, "I Love You Mom." It meant that Elliot in his adoption had finally accepted her.
Elliot was on her mind a lot these days. Each of his friends had revealed things about her son that troubled her. Disbelief was beginning to give way to the truth. Evidently, her son was spying on her over a length of time while Darryl was on the road. She in her ever-raging hormones masturbated two to three times a day, sometimes for hours on end. Elliot found her often without her knowing and watched her, going so far as to video her with his cell or who knows what. His friends had never been privy to seeing her, that meant Elliot was either making it up or protecting her, either way troubling. If he was doing that it meant he thought of her as more than his mother. Though legally adopted in name only, she was not his true flesh and blood. The boys had pointed that out. Part of her wanted to cry, another to laugh at the irony.
"Oh, Elliot!" She sighs with her mug to her lips, "What am I going to do about you? Is this all my fault? Your father's? Darryl rarely had time for you as you got older. If he wasn't coaching basketball, he was off with me showing me off and making me his trophy toy for the whole world to lust over. Did we fail you that badly as parents? You turned out brilliant, so we must have done something right."
Finishing off her coffee she prepared to make the journey inside for a fresh cup. Before she can even stand, she hears the French doors behind her shush open. Out stepped the handsome Cabot Ross wielding her coffee pot. Great minds and behinds think alike.
"Refill Milady?"
"A shirtless waiter, I'm so very lucky. Thank you, Kind Sir." He pours as her eyes check out his abs.
"Anytime. I aim to please."
"Leave the pot and join me? I could use someone to talk to."
"Sure. I'm off today so, I'm all ears."
"Among other scrumptious body parts." She giggles as he takes a seat across from her. The minor distance made her pout. Regardless she opted to add, "Yay! I have Brad all to myself." He resembled a young Brad Pitt. "You forgot something Mister Ross."
"I did? Ohhhh! My bad." He stands up and moves around the table facing her. Leaning forward he palms both sides of her face and kisses her passionately. Thankfully, Margo was the cleanest woman alive, her breath the taste of coffee and toothpaste. After sucking so many dicks of late you would think that might distract the passion. Not these boys. Nothing prevented them from stealing her soul. For a full minute their tongues shared intimacy, both sighing upon a slow departure.
"Much better." She softly whispers, "I cannot live without those lips Cabot."
"Ditto. I love making out with you. So! What's on your mind?" He decides to sit closer which made her giddy.
"Making love to you later. If you like." She giggles.
"Not what I meant, but I'm game." She places her left foot in his lap touching her toes to his timid erection. Blue jeans hid it better than his usual sweatpants. He gripped her foot and massaged it.
"Mmmm! I was hoping you would do that. Anyway, I need advice and you are the only levelheaded one of my sweet new lovers."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I might take you up on that Homance later."
"Homance? Ohhh! Because you think of me as a whore? I suppose I am. No, I know I am."
"If the dick fits, fuck it hard." He chuckles, "You know we worship those holes Hocahontas."
"You better. Never stop that worshipping. They're yours now and as long as you desire to use them."
"Gonna be a looooong while MILF."
"Promise?"
"Guaranteed. I have to say you surprised the hell out of all of us when you took on seven guys. Brian's getting a little too ballsy."
"Do you think bad of me for enjoying myself?"
"Nope! I just don't want to see you hurt. Eric says you're willing to do another bonfire dance now. He has you prepping for another party Miss Harem girl. By the way, I liked those fliers you made up by sitting on a copy machine. Just don't do too much and resent us for it later."
"I'll let you all know when too much is TOO MUCH."
"On top of that we have the pics you're taking for Elliot to sell. Why are you going so far to look used?"
"Yes, I know it looks that way. Elliot needs money and honestly, I have none to spare until that party income. Truthfully, not even then, I need to save for taxes. I love my son and I would do anything for him. He has a friend over there that is quite wealthy that is interested in me for some reason. When in Rome they say, or in this case Paris. I want to do whatever I can for you boys to make living here comfortable. Air conditioning was a start."
"Big help." He chuckled, "Eric said to invite everyone we did the first time and let them have a plus one. That's looking at almost 50 guys. Big money but are you that crazy?"
"I guess I'll find out." She wiggles her eyebrows at him playfully. "Please make certain they're all disease free, you know I refuse condoms. I want to be safe not just for myself but for all of you."
"I was thinking about that game of Russian Roulette Margo. Do you really want to take those kinds of risks?"
"Yes."
"Maybe we should enforce no cumming inside you."
"DON'T YOU DARE." She raises her voice, "I need to feel their love full force."
"Alright!" He shook his head thinking her gonzo.
"This makes you not want me now?"
"NO FUCKING WAY. MY SLUT!"
"Perfect. I want to be your ultimate fantasy."
"Enough about this, what did you want to talk about?"
"Back to Elliot. Please be honest with me. Does he really have a crush on me?"
