The knock at the door came rather suddenly for us, forcing us to awaken from our useful slumber, despite our need to sleep off the long day of packing and moving. I kissed both of my princesses and rose to answer the door, not quite sure who would want to disturb us at six on an early April, still somewhat chilly Sunday morning.
It was Nydia, my Mormon, boot-fetish slut, standing in front of the door, after three months of keeping me at arm's length. She looked shockingly different, sadder really, since her surrender to her parent's demands of her. They had threatened to cut her off financially unless she married Daryl Little, one of the missionary sons of their country club friends. They were evidently in a hurry to marry her off in the interests of getting rid of me. She yielded to them and now she seemed very desperate, very sad indeed. Marriage to Daryl had not been kind to her at all, though she was still a drop-dead gorgeous woman by any standard, her Hispanic heritage unmistakable despite her parents' attempt to seem very Anglo at times.
"What can I do for you, Nydia?" I called her by her name, as she had forfeited the right to be called one of my sluts or whatever pet names I chose.
"Take me in, please. Take me back. I want to be yours again. If this is marriage, they can keep it. I had no idea how much I would miss being your little tart, but I loved it all. I enjoyed wearing these boots, especially while you fucked me from behind. Daryl doesn't love me. He loves his family, the church, God, yes, all that jazz. He loves the trust fund that I would have inherited, had I not dumped his ass this morning. Well, screw him!" Nydia spat and cursed rather suddenly as she stood shivering on my doorstep in spite of her trenchcoat.
"I'd rather not," I laughed, making her giggle as she shook with the cold.
"Why are you shivering so much, Nydia? Isn't the coat warming you up?" I puzzled, at which point Nydia smiled in spite of her tears and chills.
"Here's why," Nydia declared as she opened the trenchcoat and revealed that she wore only lingerie beneath, including a slip and red silk panties.
"Is that all you were able to take with you, or is it just your way to entice me to let you stay with us? It's an excellent start, to say the least. I see that you might have lost your inheritance, but you haven't lost your kinky style," I noted her leather boots that went with the trenchcoat.
"I told you, I missed what we had. Now, can I come in, please? I'll do whatever you want, just take me back," Nydia pleaded.
"The correct grammar for that is 'may I come in, please,' but as it happens, I have a soft spot for spoiled, country-club, boot-fetish, Mormon Latinas with dyed hair and trenchcoats. Especially ones who like it up the ass. You still like it in the ass, don't you? I only regret that I was somewhat wrong in my prediction that you would never quit on me. Then again, you've come back, so by all means, get out of the cold, before you catch your death. Are those your only possessions?" I asked Nydia as I led her inside.
"Afraid so, Mark. Daryl kicked me out of the house after I told him that I wanted a divorce and wouldn't let me retrieve anything. So, can I be your little boot-fetish, anal slut again? Pretty please?" Nydia actually groveled, leaving me stunned. She was in earnest.
"I think that he broke the law, but that's something for the lawyers. Not sure if we can afford one yet. However, not to fear, you'll soon have a job, assuming that you have skills, and if not, you can go to college. Not that I mind the idea of a kept woman, but even with three incomes, this house costs a bit. Too bad your folks cut you off. I can only afford this place because of my new job. Anyway, as you can tell, you're mine again. I reclaim you from that jackass you left me to marry at your parents' behest. As for sleeping arrangements, it will be a little awkward, but we'll figure something out. Girls, come in here! Nydia's back with us!" I announced, sticking my head into the master bedroom.
My two Assyrian princesses, Ninve and Sandra, wobbled as quickly as their pregnant bodies could take them into the living room. I had left the company for a more lucrative position with a new firm, one that seemed eager to give me the supervisory post that I deserved all along. Anton, my old boss, was not too thrilled to see me leave, but I could tell that few others resented my departure, even if they missed me. It also eliminated the worries over possible HR headaches over me sleeping with Ninve. I had knocked up my supervisor and gotten away with it, a thought that satisfied me very much.
Both women hugged Nydia, and then kissed her on the mouth, since they had been intimate with her as well before she left us for Daryl. They had tears of happiness in their eyes, and you could tell that we were all pleased to have her back. While I used to find Nydia rather annoying at times, we had apparently bonded in some strange way through the kinky sex, no less from her end than from mine.
Speaking of which, Nydia didn't waste time slipping off her panties and bending over in her thigh-thigh boots to offer me what she knew I wanted from her: her ass. My princesses saw the look on my face and hurried to get the lube, which I eagerly applied to my Mormon slut's backdoor before I slid my cock into it. From the unexpected tightness of it and her gasp at first, it was apparent that Daryl had neglected to pleasure Nydia's favorite hole. That wasn't surprising, given how prudish the man appeared to be. Anal sex was apparently out of the question, since it was sodomy, an "abomination in the sight of God."
Understandably, Nydia took a moment to adjust to the reunion between my cock and her bottom, but she soon caught her breath and moved her hips in obvious delight. In spite of her past protests, it was clear that she enjoyed taking it up the ass. For one thing, she kept coming back for more. She was now definitely hungry for it, to the point that she left her new husband to become my butt-slut once more (though I had nothing against fucking her pussy or mouth, either). Evidently, Nydia had finally decided for herself what she wanted, and that was to service me sexually for the foreseeable future. I certainly wasn't going to object to that, nor were the other women of my growing harem.
As I continued to sodomize Nydia, my princesses started fingering my own asshole, enjoying the effect that it had on me and the increased vigor with which I pounded my kinky Latina's tush. Nydia apparently had no complaints, either, as I gave it to her even harder and deeper than before. Once again, her hips pushed back hard at me, meeting me stroke for stroke. Another thrust or two finished the job, making Nydia cuss as she came, her juices flowing down her thighs toward her boots. She also tightened up and milked my cock to make me spurt out the thick, heavy load of cum that followed.
As I softened a bit and withdrew from Nydia's bunghole, she whimpered as if she had just lost the use of her favorite toy. In a way, I suppose that she had. She seemed to ache from the absence of my dick in her backside. It was clear that at some point, all past protests to the contrary notwithstanding, Nydia became hooked on taking my cock up her ass.
Then again, that was somewhat apparent even in the past for a while, since her objections became ever feebler and she continued to return for more buggery and other kinky sex acts. No one had ever put a gun to her head, after all. Every time Nydia showed up for a booty call, it was of her own free will. To do so as an unhappily married woman, with the declared intention of leaving her husband, was the ultimate statement of unconditional surrender to my desires and my dominance.
"I need a shower. Anyone care to join me?" I announced then, sure that one of my ladies were eager to follow me.
"We all do, of course, but it's only fair that Nydia get a chance to clean up from taking it in the ass. The two of you have some more talking to do, I think, among other things, I imagine," Ninve winked at us.
"Our turn will follow, of course. I still need to get your ass off my fingers, not that I mind it in principle, but it makes cooking breakfast a little unsanitary," Sandra giggled in accord with her girlfriend.
The shower was nice and hot, too, which further enabled Nydia to warm up a bit, along with myself. We cleaned up pretty damned fast, wanting to use the rest of the time for other things. We didn't say much, if anything, as I washed and caressed her slick body and she returned the favor for my rather hairy flesh. Her sweet, clean, wet skin smelled better than it ever had to me, a true pleasure for the senses.
When we were both clean, however, Nydia told me, "Mark, I want to pull my weight around here. I appreciate you taking me back and I don't want to be a charity case or a spoiled brat. After all, I lost that privilege when I walked out on the husband that my folks handpicked for me. I'll get a job, whatever it is. I'll have your baby, too, if you wish, just Ninve and Sandra are doing. I'd be honored to bear you children, in fact.
"If my parents can't handle that, it's their loss. They shouldn't have tried to control my life by constantly threatening to cut me off. They did it once too many and it has lost its power over me. Money is not worth being that miserable, and I was very lonely and sad, being with Daryl. I found myself drinking more than usual, which since I'm not supposed to drink at all as a Mormon girl, was hard to explain to him. We had more than a couple of fights over that, as you might guess. I knew that I had to get out of there or I would end up slicing my own wrists. I couldn't live that way another second longer. A life of quiet desperation just isn't for me."
