Please Stop Fucking My Family, Mon
When Bill was later introduced to Tim he felt uncomfortable with his precious middle daughter Victoria apparently again being taken in by another dark man. Bill knew he had always presented a strong manly image to his family, and was surprised at his two oldest girls preference in black men.
It wasn't that he was being prejudiced, it was more of him feeling his long suffering, education and financial successes weren't enough for his girls. Bill, up till this time had always felt he was the ideal man in the eyes of his brood. He was quickly finding out apparently his masculine image was being replaced by long thick black cocked bastards.
The trip home however, brightened his spirits. Everyone was happily talking about their day. The youngest of the Harrum girls however just stared out the window trying not to believe what she had just seen. Pamela wasn't sure if Tim had brought his hand from inside her mothers' thighs. She wasn't sure of anything except her mother slurping all over his wet fingers. Why her mother Bionca would do something that she was fairly sure was a sexual thing, with Victoria's new boyfriend troubled her deeply.
The evening came, and at home everyone began preparations for their individual lives. Bionca went to her bedroom early. Her spirit in turmoil. She couldn't help but bathe in the glow of her awakening sexuality. What went on today was an absolute decadence, but instead of guilt, the warm pulse of sin radiated her genitalia. As Bionca showered, with her family downstairs, her hands retraced the path of her daughter Victoria's new boyfriend Tim. The forceful thrusts of her own fingers trying to imitate his earlier daring.
She wanted to stop and be a good wife. Be wet when her darling husband wanted some of her ample charms. That part she knew she would never have problems with; it's just the part where she wasn't supposed to be wet for others. How was she supposed to control this new faucet flow of juices flowing from between her thighs?
Bionca braced her back on the wall of the shower and glanced down at the shampoo bottle. It was smoothe, long and thick! Exploring her sensual feelings was taking this mother of three outside of her normal bounds. Bionca gripped the bottle tight in one hand, pushing at it with the other trying to hold on to the old self that was her. The hand with the grip on the bottle seemed to be stronger then the one pushing and she started stroking it. Feeling the texture of the bottle, analyzing for entry.
One simple push and the bottle entered Bionca. She felt out of control and liberated at the same time. She bent her knees and spread her legs further so she could pump more intently into her new found sex. It reminded her of that first time she masturbated. The all encompassing surge of energy detonated shivers throughout her thoroughly wet form, wet from both shower and her gushing gash.
Bill was coming in the bedroom as Bionca was toweling herself off. Bill's wife rushed across the bedroom and threw her bouncing breasts against his chest. Bionca begged him for some cock. She needed it now and started pulling him back towards the bed.
"You want some dick huh." Bill said as he flipped his flaccid manhood at his wife seated on the beds edge.
Bionca looked up with her best young innocent look and said "Please, can I have some of your juicy cock?"
Bill seemed to enjoy her gestures as his swelling dick was moved into line with his wife's lips. Bionca opened her mouth after licking her lips and proceeded to swallow her husbands' dick. Even though her talents at cock sucking where well received by her husband. Bill's mind began to wander. All the darkening going on in the family had him thinking about his African housekeeper Gertrude. Slim frame, long braids down her back, small tight peach shaped ass. She has worked for him for two years and after three raises you would think she would show a little appreciation.
Bill reached for his wife's ears and rested his balls on her chin. Bionca tried to slow down her husband in an effort to keep him from cuming so she could get fucked but was very unsuccessful. Bionca pushed at her husbands thin thighs but his intensity wouldn't allow her to escape his onslaught of cum.
Wiping his spent cock on Bioncas' lips the worn Bill hopped under the covers and said good night. Bionca frustrated beyond belief that she had begged to get fucked and instead been made to swallow cum. There was a drizzle soaking into the sheets beneath her and her selfish husband was tucking himself off to sleep. She flopped back her hands above her head in resignation. With a quivering dripping pussy Bionca went to sleep naked on top of her sheets with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
Monday morning came and the Harrum family went on to their individual lives. Marianne went to work in her normal blouse and skirt heel combo to her job at the aerospace company. Victoria went on to the local college and Pamela to her last year of high school. Pam's' uniform as with all her other clothes hugging her way too tight in her constant denial that her size had changed since two years ago when she was sixteen and still had a shot at weight control. They waved goodbye to Gertrude and each other.
Bionca had left a little early intent on getting in a good workout before her day as legal assistant at the law firm. William Harrum had provided extremely well for her. They already had more put away then they would ever spend. Bionca just wanted to have something to do. Working for her husband's lawyer's law firm gave her a place other than doting on her family.
Bill Harrum however called out from work. Instead he went shopping. He had searched his receipts and found the payments for Gertrude's uniforms. Taking the sizes with him he headed out to a specialty shop he knew that carried sexy outfits, uniforms and the like. Being William Harrum the sex lover, he'd been here before. The beautiful teller asked "Can I help you?"
"Yes." Bill said "I want a maids uniform, here's the size he said handing the piece of paper to the sales girl. She walked past all the spiked and chained outfits and pulled down a piece of cloth. According to the picture on the tag it was a skirt, crotch less pantyhose, nylon top, headpiece and gloves. William Harrum's hard dick spoke for him "I'll take it two sizes smaller!"
"Mr. Harrum I didn't expect you home today. Should I get you anything?"
Gertrude smoothed her uniform as her employer unexpectedly walked in on her usually solitary work day. "Yes I want you to come into the den with me, we need to talk." Gertrude sulked into the den dreading what must surely be something bad like her being let go. When he sat in his large lounge chair with his recent purchase in hand Bill began "Gertrude after all this time working for me as my housekeeper I know you are putting your brother through college, and take care of your sick mother back in Africa. I've paid you very well haven't I?"
"Yes, you've been very generous Mr. Harrum."
"The way I see it I've been keeping your mother alive and putting your brother through school and that's a lot of responsibility."
Gertrude began to almost whimper just comprehending the gravity of the situation and how much this conversation controlled her whole life.
"You want me to be pleased with you don't you?"
"Yes Mr. Harrum I always work hard for you."
"Good. I've decided today my housekeeper is going to wear a new uniform. Do you think I should put in a call to an agency for a new maid that can fit into this." Bill said, tossing the package intentionally at her feet to make her bend and show cleavage.
Gertrude's dark ebony face contorted as she looked at the tiny piece of cloth she now held in her hand. She examined the tag showing how the outfit was to be worn with her crotch exposed. Gertrude turned her head to the relaxing Bill Harrum. Surrealistically her vision closed in on Bill's hand stroking the bulging cock through the expensive slacks he wore.
Gertrude clearly understood the proposition of getting naked for her boss or the health of her mother and the education of her brother. Tears welled as she pleaded onto the deaf ears of Bill Harrums' dick. He was going to have this dark African wench. Bill sat staring enjoying the fall of the young woman. Bill told her he wanted her to change in the den with him. She outburst into all out tears as if she had been thoroughly beaten and tortured.
The house keeper was screaming inside her head. She wanted to run but her needs kept her feet glued to the floor. Her tear filled vision watching him stroking dick. Gertrude felt someone else's hands pull at the top buttons of her blouse. Distancing herself from the event she knew was about to happen. When her simple bra came into view Bill sucked on his bottom lip. After her uniform blouse was off, those hands that belonged to someone else, pulled at her skirts zipper. Fear forcing her vision into the bulging cock in the chair not ten feet from her trembling body.
"Speed it up!" Bill's words causing Gertrude to startle. Standing in just her bra and panties she fumbled with the package stalling for time. Bill became impatient. He pounced from his chair at the cringing servant. With both hands he gripped her apple ass cheeks in his hands with all his strength. Trapped in his arms Gertrude stared into the face of a man in total control of her life. He had power over her and was using it to spread her extremely firm ass cheeks. The lust in Bill ripped his clothes and hers from their bodies in a frenzy. Primal surges from deep within his soul seethed at his loins. Bite marks began to appear on the dark skinned captive. Aching cock controlled the animal that threw the rag doll onto the oversized lounge chair. Twenty years on this planet was not enough experience for young Gertrude's underused pussy. She tried her best to tighten up her velvety pussy walls as a reflex against the hard dick pressing her labia inward.
