THE CUMMINGS OF MILLY FORD
CHAPTER 3: DANGEROUS DANNY AND TOUCHY TONY
At eight o'clock, Freddy knocked on Rick's door.
"Come in, Freddy, come in!" said Matt.
Milly was dancing. In a red dress. A red dress that looked like it had been made specifically for her to have sex in. It was tight, it was short, and it was fastened down both sides with what looked like safety pins, which provided a gap of perhaps three inches all the way down from her side-boob to the hem just below her buttocks.
She was dancing to some seventies disco, with two tall men, one of whom looked familiar in his white shirt and tight black trousers.
"You remember Danny, from the nightclub?" said Matt, handing Freddy a beer.
"How could I forget," said Freddy. "The one she would most like to take home with her."
"That's the one. And that's his son, Tony," said Matt, slapping Freddy on the shoulder and answering a call on his phone.
Tony was dressed in a black shirt and white trousers, a mirror of his father, and was even more toned and muscular. And right now, he was the rear of a Milly sandwich, holding her hips and grinding his crotch into her back, while Danny held her hands around his neck.
Her eyes were wide and her face in rapture, as Freddy stared at her for several minutes, before she finally noticed the presence of her husband.
"Freddy!" she shouted, dancing over to him. "Look what Matt got me! A Danny!" she giggled. "And a matching Tony! Tell me, how lucky am I?"
Freddy leant in to her ear, holding her waist, moving with the music, and moving her out of earshot of Danny and Tony, who were busy getting drinks for themselves.
"Are you alright?" he whispered.
She nodded, a big smile on their face. "Having a blast. We're going back to that nightclub again. I can't wait."
"You look incredible," he said, and she kissed him. "You do realise they are going to fuck your brains out tonight?"
She looked at him, guilty as charged.
"Is that alright? Do you mind? Cause if you do, I'll tell them not to."
Somehow, Freddy thought, telling them not to would be about as effective as a net curtain stopping a Panzer division.
"As long as you know what you're getting into," he said.
She giggled again. "I think it's more a question of what THEY will be getting into, don't you?"
"Just have a good time. Stay safe. And tell me about it when you come back, will you?"
"Ok," she whispered, "do you want pictures too?"
"Right, the car's ready!" yelled, Matt. "Come on, come on. Put down those drinks, they'll be plenty more. Sorry, old buddy," he addressed Freddy, "only room for four in the Bentley."
Throughout the course of the evening, Freddy received pictures from his wife. Dancing with Danny. Dancing with Tony. Dancing with Matt. Dancing with Danny and Tony. Dancing with a large group of random strange men, who had their hands all over her and under her dress. And finally a photo of one of the random men who was dancing with Milly, while holding aloft her red panties, and Danny who was showing a wad of cash to the camera.
Perhaps selling Milly's panties was a more profitable venture than engineering contracts, mused Freddy.
Just after midnight, a final picture came through. It had been taken from the front seat of Matt's Bentley, looking back. Milly was on the back seat, with Danny and Tony either side of her. Each had a hand on her knee, pulling her legs open. Tony was leaning in to kiss her neck with his hand on her breast, while Danny was licking her ear with his hand far up between her legs. Her eyes were wide with excitement, her mouth a gaping smile.
The message with the photo said: 'On our way home.'
Finally, a video came through, taking several moments to download. Again, on the back seat of the car, this time with her breasts exposed, one of them in Tony's mouth. Danny's hand could be seen working away at her pussy, and the squelching of his fingers as they stirred her pussy juices could be heard over the whisper of the Bentley.
"Here she comes," Matt's voice could be heard, as he held the phone on Milly and the two guys from the front seat.
Milly began to thrash, lifting up her hips, trying to pull her arms away from the two big men who held her tight to the back seat.
"Come on, baby," said Danny. "Let it out. Let it all out. Let you white married pussy cum on my chocolate fingers."
Milly's head went back as her orgasm hit. Little cries and mews escaped her lips, as her hips continued to buck and thrust. The two men held her down, nowhere for her to go, no place to escape. Trapped, defenceless, and completely under their control.
A few moments later, Freddy heard laughter in the corridor. He threw open the door to his apartment to see Matt walk past, smiling at him, followed by Milly, arm in arm with Danny and Tony either side.
"Freddy!" she cried, releasing herself from her new boyfriends, and wrapping her arms around Freddy's neck. "My beautiful, beautiful Freddy." She leant in for a kiss. He could smell alcohol and men on her, but it was still the most amazing, soft and deep kiss he could remember. For a moment, her tongue teased his, as if to say, 'remember.'
"Come on, Freddy," she said, as Danny and Tony led her to the other apartment, "come for drinkies with us."
By the time they got to the door, Milly had already unfastened Danny's belt. His trousers were on the floor just inside the door, and his shirt was off in the passage. At the doorway to the living room, he lifted off Milly's dress, picked her up, and carried her into the living room with a big smile. She shrieked with glee, and began laughing.
"I have a very good Kentucky Bourbon here," said Matt. "Ice or water?"
"Err, ice. Thank you," said Freddy, following Matt into the kitchen.
"I'm glad you're here," said Matt, handing Freddy his drink, and guiding him out on to the balcony. "I have some business I can put your way. Or, more accurately, redirect to you."
Through the sliding doors, Freddy watched Danny mount his wife on the sofa in the living room. Their foreplay had been conducted in the nightclub, in the car, and in the corridor. Now it was now to business, and Danny waisted no time. He was on top of Milly, his huge frame obscuring her tiny body, his dark cheeks moving up and down, his caramel balls visibly swinging against her milky ass.
"Quit a sight, isn't," commented Matt, sliding open the door so they could hear Milly's moans. "Her tiny white hands on his big black back. Look at how she's digging her pretty nails into his skin. I bet she won't last much longer."
Matt appeared to have read Milly with accuracy, as a few moments later she was crying and convulsing, as her orgasm ripped through her. Danny slowed his pace, stroking her hair.
"That's it, sugar, that's it," he cooed into her ear.
"They're experienced boys," commented Matt. "I like to use guys like these to warm the lady up for me. You know, helps her to accommodate the big boy later on." He slapped at his own crotch.
Turning away from the rutting couple, he sat down in a sun lounger on the balcony. Try as he might, Freddy could not tear himself away. Danny had rolled Milly over so she was now on top of him, riding his long dark pole.
"So," Matt continued, "I'm going to be streamlining my engineering section, cutting some of the low hanging fruit, sorting the wheat from the chaff. This could mean a larger cut for you, Freddy."
Freddy watched as Milly controlled and rolled her hips up and down, sliding herself down her lovers pole, grinding herself upon him, and then releasing him, and repeating. Her eyes were fixed on Danny's, his big hands reaching for her little head, pulling her forward and taking her mouth.
"I'm removing Rick from the equation," Matt was saying. "That cock-sucker can't be trusted, which is why I've moved him on."
"Rick?" Freddy suddenly turned his attention away from his wife and her playmate. If Rick was about to loose the contract, then why the hell were Freddy and Milly going along with this stupid deception?
"Yes," said Matt. "I'm pulling his contract. Oh he'll make a fuss, try to sue, of course. But my lawyers are bigger than his lawyers. Of course, that means a bigger opportunity for you, Freddy, if you catch my drift?"
"Where is Rick, exactly?" asked Freddy.
Matt waved his hand dismissively. "Sent him away on some bullshit errand. He was just getting in the way."
Matt continued to highlight details of his new business arrangements, but Freddy was intermittently distracted by the sights and sounds of his wife enjoying a big black cock.
Danny was now grunting loudly, as he thrust up inside Milly. His big hands moved to her buttocks, clenching them, and taking control of her. Milly sat bolt upright, her head facing the ceiling, her long blonde hair falling down her back. She reached behind her, holding his hands, as if agreeing and pleading for him to control her.
She gave one sharp cry as his final thrust brought him over the edge, and he began to spill his seed into her.
"There you go! There you go!" he cried. "Get in your pussy. Mix me a black and white baby, you bitch."
"You finished with her yet?" asked Tony stepping into view, naked, and maintaining his huge erection with slow strokes.
Milly was still coming down, as Tony reached between her legs and picked her off his father. One arm was wrapped around her shoulders, the other was between her legs. His hand was so large that he had his thumb deep inside her pussy, and his middle finger inside her asshole, holding her like a bowling ball.
