This is a work of fiction. It has no basis in reality. Enjoy.
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I first became aware of the Thompson women in high school. The mother, Ella, happily married, was very active in the school. Each year she was involved in the plays and the bake sales, and the musicals and concerts. Some thought she was a woman with a good heart.
Ella had two daughters, Odetta and Mya. The mother stood at about average height and possessed the curvy figure that draws male attention. Her chest was massive, and one who observed closely could see her tits jiggle a little with each step. Her hair was wild, in a sort of controlled afro style. She had a beautiful smile, and a laugh that warms the heart. Her daughters were miniature versions of their mother, with some small differences. Mya tied her hair up in a bun, and wore glasses. Odetta wore hers down, and was the only one of the three who showed off her assets. All three had beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate.
This is the story of my conquest of this family. I took them one by one through deception and aggressive action, and made myself master of their house. I continue to hold power over all three, and they have provided me with much pleasure.
I suppose you may be asking why I would do such a thing. Why would any man seduce a woman and her daughters and turn them into his concubines? The answer is simple: I could, and I did.
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My first move was against Mya, though it was a delayed action of sorts. Once I had her firmly in my grasp, I could use access to her house to solidify my hold over her mother, and then her older sister, Odetta. Ella was a woman who liked to be in middle of things. She was active in the community and the school. She helped out with a lot of the plays and musicals and the sports teams. Since Mya was on the cheerleading team, I knew her mother. That year, we were going to be right in the mix for another state title in football, and a great deal of excitement was generated around the community.
I had been formulating my plan for most of the summer, with the plan to begin executing it by the time the training camp ended in the summer, and it was at this point I began to make my moves.
It was the end of practice, and the sun was turned orange red in the sky when we were making our goodbyes for the evening.
The cheerleading team was practicing at the same time, and I was waiting to take Chelsea home that night. I had challenged myself, prepared myself for the coming task by fucking all of her friends on the squad. I figured if I could keep them all quiet, play them against each other, then Ella and her daughter would be a walk in the park.
Also it was an opportunity to give Ella an idea of how it was going to be between us from now on.
Miko was a Japanese exchange student who had fallen into my web. She had just arrived in America that summer and joined the cheerleading squad to help make the transition to American Life easier. She had a cute, sweet disposition, and was wholly unprepared for some of the dark shit I did to her. By the time I finished with her she would be nothing more than a living sex toy. I was in the process of breaking her spirit, so after practice I took her to my car for a quick blow job. As she worked her mouth on my cock, I watched some of the others coming out of the locker rooms. Miko was still struggling to take all of me in her mouth, and periodically, I had to give her a reprieve so she didn't choke on my dick. I knew Chelsea wouldn't be out in awhile. She always took extra time to make herself pretty for me. I could have told Miko this, but I didn't think it was good for her. She might relax if she didn't think she'd be caught.
As planned, Ella arrived, pulling up next to me in my car. She was a creature of habit, and always parked in the same place, generally wore the same clothes, same makeup, everything.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Thompson," I said cheerfully. I could feel Miko stiffen up, and I placed my hand on her head. Her first reaction upon hearing my voice was to sit up.
"Hey Bill! How did practice go?" she said warmly. Mrs. Thompson turned towards me, and her big breasts turned with her, sprained in her conservative clothing.
"Alright," I said, Miko was trying to free herself, but I forced her head to keep moving. I could smell her excitement as she pretty mouth moved up and down my shaft. "We're a little rusty, but I think that we can go all the way if we do everything right."
"Well said," she said nodding in approval. I could see that she noticed something was off about way I was speaking. Again Miko tried to break free, I pulled her hair to remind her who's boss. She let out a muffled yelp of pain, as she again submitted. "Are you alright Bill?" she asked.
"Fine!" I said, straining, I was close, Miko was moving faster and her mouth felt like soft warm velvet. "I have something on my mind," I added.
"Nothing too bad I hope," she said showing concern.
Just then blew my load in Mikos mouth. I let out a groan, which startled Ella, "No... No Mrs. Thompson, I'm fine.. I just" I cleared by throat. "I'm just worried about Math this year. I'm worried about not being eligible for the playoffs!"
She nodded her head, I knew that she realized something wasn't right, but she bought the Math explanation, "Well, you know my daughter is in the Math League. She can probably tutor you, if you like!"
"Really?" faking earnestness, "Are you sure she won't mind?"
"Not at all, let me give you my number and I'll arrange everything."
I punched her number into my cell phone. Miko continued to work my cock as I petted her bottom with my other hand.
"All set," I said, smiling. "I can't wait." I really couldn't but not for the reasons Ella was thinking about.
The conversation lapsed soon after that. Other parent and cheerleaders began coming up to Ella to talk. As she was distracted for the moment, it was time for Miko to make her exit.
"Out Miko," I said, "Time for you to go change."
Miko looked up at me with a mixture of shock and humiliation. "But they'll see me!" she hissed.
"Not if you move quickly and don't stop moving." I said. I open the passenger door so she could slide out. Reluctantly, Miko made her exit and half walked, half ran to the locker rooms. All awhile, she was trying to smooth out her outfit and wipe to cum off her face. Just as she reached the door, Chelsea and Mya walked out, to their respective rides chattering away.
Ella had just finished talking with Mrs. Parks about the kids and a new diet program when she happened to glance back at Bill. She was shocked to see one of the girls quickly get up and out of his car and half run to the locker rooms. Ella was momentarily dumbstruck. She knew immediately what had happened, and she began to blush at the thought. The girl's halfhearted attempts to make herself presentable made it even clearer. Ella glanced back at Bill, who seemed to be in the process of adjusting himself. He had a look of incredible satisfaction on his face, the cat swallowing the canary. Or in this case, the other way around?
She followed the girl with her eyes. She knew from her daughter that Bill was dating the head cheerleader Chelsea, who she saw coming out with her daughter. Oh, you snake, She thought. It wasn't just that she realized that that boy had been fucking that girl's mouth as he had talked to her. The thought that made her short of breath was that he had been so nonchalant about it, like he knew he wouldn't be caught. A familiar ache returned between her legs as a number of her memories passed through her mind. Her husband had stolen her from another boyfriend when they first met. He had sweet-talked her into bed, and furious affair that followed ultimately with their marriage. She recognized that same look of cleverness on Bill's face. A look that said, I am the one. I am in control.
The ride home was quiet. Mya chattered about the squad and who was interested in whom. Ella decided to be careful. She didn't approve of what Bill had done, who was she to ruin his fun. She broached the subject of Bill carefully, "Mya, do you know Bill Barrows?"
"Sure, why?" Mya asked somewhat uncomfortably. Of course she knew Billy Barrows, he was her favorite sex fantasy when she masturbated.
"No reason," he mother replied, rubbing her legs together in spite of herself. "I saw him before I picked you up."
"Yeah he's always there to pick up Chelsea," Mya muttered.
"Anything wrong between you and Chelsea?" She asked.
"No, not that. Its just that... She says things about him."
"Like what? What is she saying?" Ella asked trying not to sound too intrigued.
"Nothing. She brags. She keeps talking about how good he is in bed, and how big his cock is." Mya trialed off wistfully, thinking that she need to get home to reflect a little more about Billy Barrows big cock.
Ella was too shocked to notice her daughter's tone, "Mya Thompson! Where did you learn to use that kind of language?"
"What? That's what she says." Mya replied defensively.
"Still that's no way to talk," she said stiffly.
Ella went on to explain that Bill wanted to go over math before the coming school year. Mya happily consented, and Ella was forced to wonder whether or not Bill was having sex with Mya as well, and if she should bring up the subject. But Ella was cut off by a stock trader on his cell phone, and the opportunity passed.
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When Mya became sexually attracted to white guys was something she could never trace. She couldn't recall any one incident that made her hot for the opposite race. Perhaps it was her friends, who gossiped about their boyfriends. Almost all of the girls were white, and all their boyfriends were white. They bragged about sex, and some, especially Chelsea loved to go into detail. Mya loved these talks, but she had never acted on these lustful impulses, even when white boys had asked her out in her school, she always chickened out. Instead her sexual fantasies had become much more intense as she searched for a sexual outlet for her desires. Her porn habits were all centered on black women being dominated and controlled by white men. She often pictured herself in the roles of the women, being roughly handled and taken by a powerful cock.
Mya felt a thrill run through her body when the doorbell rang. He was here! Her stomach tightened, and she took one last look in a hallway mirror as she ran down the stairs to answer the door. Mya opened the door to see me.
I looked her up and down, and I knew just from the way she looked that I was going to fuck her eventually. Mya was dressed a pair of short shorts and a tank top and she was wearing her contacts. But it was what she had done with her face and hair that gave away her lust. She was fully made up, and I could see that she was not wearing a bra, as her chocolate nipples peaked through her white top as a cool breeze picked up.
She saw I was looking, and she made no attempt to cover herself, in fact, she subconsciously stuck out her chest so I could get a better look. She smiled nervously and said, "Hey Bill!"
"Hey," I said, smiling.
She stumbled over her words, "S-so how's Chelsea?" she asked.
"Getting ready for her sleep away party. Looking for swimsuits. You're going, right?"
"Uh, yeah, sure!"
"That's cool." I said.
"So... Would you like to get started?" she asked, heading towards the kitchen to help him study.
"Actually, I was wondering if we could do this in your room? I've been working out all day, and I think it would do me some good if I could lay down?"
"Okay!" she replied, a little too eagerly. A picture of him on her bed was already in her head. She was already getting a little excited and moist between the legs.
