Harrys Decision

This story continues "Taking the Widow and her Daughter". It contains at least dubious consent. Mostly straight sex, perhaps a bit rough. A bit of dirty language. The places are more public than the protagonist is aware of, causing some surprises.

Sandy Gets Picked Up

A shower in the morning is something really nice. The warm water ran down the body, spreading the soft foam of the soap. It was the best way to start a morning. In the past, I had often thought it would be even better to shower together with a sexy, horny woman. Breasts with hard nipples caressing the body while spreading the foam. Taking care of the morning boner with velvet lips or a hot, tight pussy. But, if you fuck a horny teenager every morning, it turns into stress. So, I slept in my house last night and enjoyed showering alone.

After dressing in my casual office attire, I went downstairs to have my coffee. My forehead furrowed as I heard someone rummaging in my kitchen.

"What are you doing here, Dawn? Didn't I make it crystal clear that I want to have some time to think things over?" I asked sharply.

"Yes, Master," she replied with downcast eyes. "I wanted to serve..." She looked up, trying to read me. "Please punish me if I offend."

"

Damn, she looks hot in that miniskirt and crop top

," I thought, feeling that my pants became tight as I noticed that she didn't wear anything beneath.

My mobile hummed on the living room table. I sat on the sofa and saw that Mary was calling. "

Not even a week and she calls me during vacation

." My fingers pressed decline, and I sat back, watching Dawn approach me with a steaming cup.

"You coffee, Master. Just as you like it, blonde and sweet."

I tasted it. "

Perfect

!" I thought, but hid my surprise. "You did well, Dawn."

She knelt beside me on the floor with a beaming face.

My hand caressed her head, my fingers combing through her wild red locks.

The phone rang, and I wiped Mary's call away again.

"She's quite persistent," I growled.

"I am yours. My money is yours, Harry. You don't have to work ever again."

>>> "It is important," Mary texted.

>>> "The company is on the line."

I grinned and shook my head. "

Marrying Dawn would allow me to quit. Really?

"

>>> "Please, Harry, I promised Bill!"

"She is quite persistent," Dawn agreed.

"It's her thing," I replied absentmindedly.

"What is?"

"She promises things she can't do herself. Then she forces us to work extra hours to save our jobs."

I looked at her. "

Frank was always at home, Belinda didn't work either. Where does all that money come from

?" I wondered, sipping at my coffee. "Tell me, Dawn, how did Frank make his money?"

"Remember the Warlock cycle a few years ago?"

"That controversial bestseller series? Too much kinky sex in it... Vivian was a fan."

"Exactly, that were Dad's books. He published quite a lot over the years. Must have been over fifty books."

"I really know nothing about my neighbors..." I said absentmindedly, remembering Vivian sitting on that chair, reading one of the books. "

Was the best sex I ever had that evening. Perhaps if I had read the book, learning from it, she might still be here

..."

>>> "I'm on my way to get Sandy"

"Vivian is on her way to get Sandy, Dawn."

"And? Should I go, or do you wanna fuck me in front of her?" she asked mischievously.

"

She'll need an hour to get here

..." I thought, looking at the bulge in my pants. Thinking about Vivian made me angry. I grabbed Dawn and threw her over the armrest of the sofa. My casual office pants looked normal, but the waistband was elastic. I pulled the pants and the briefs down, letting my cock spring free. Dawn was always horny, and my cock found her pussy wet as I pressed it inside without further ado. I rammed it in, letting my anger take over.

"Oh, Harry! Yes! Yes yes yes," Dawn screamed in ecstasy.

The world became a tunnel, and I only heard my own panting. My thrusts were powerful, and my crotch hit her lush ass with loud claps.

"Harry! Is that the neighbor's daughter? You pervert, how can you make my poor doggy, Sandy, look such perverted stuff!" Vivian yelled.

Just at this moment, my cock began to spurt into Dawn's contracting pussy as we came together. My grunt and her ecstatic scream left my ex-wife speechless, at least for a moment. I gasped for air and pulled out with a plop. My cock was still standing at attention when I turned to face Vivian.

"Hello. You shouldn't be here for another hour? And why do you still have a key to the door?"

"Of course, I have a key to my house!"

"It's my house, Vivian. You signed the papers." I extended my hand, palm up. "Give it to me!"

She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Don't make me ask again!"

She put the key into my hand.

"I was at the mall..." she whispered, intimidated.

"You could have mentioned that, Vivian." I looked back at Dawn. "Clean my cock!" I ordered in an angry voice, and she crawled on all fours in front of me and began licking and sucking our combined juices from my slowly shrinking member. "Anything else, Vivan? I'm busy!"

"No... no, I'll go then," she said but continued gaping at Dawn doing something she had never done for me.

"Go!"

And she hurried out, taking Sandy with her.

With my hand in her hair, I pulled Dawn up and hugged her.

"Sorry..." I whispered in her ear.

"Why do you say that? I liked showing her what she can longer have," she replied with a cocky grin. "I'm sure she's dripping now."

"You think?" I asked and absentmindedly gazed at the closed door.

This Time She Pays

I got ready for my short trip into town to get the F150 from work. My phone hummed again as I was to leave to wait for the Uber in the driveway.

>>> "Don't ignore me, Harry. The company needs you. I need you."

I took a deep breath and began to type. Then I hesitated. "

I'll be there in a few minutes anyway... Just let her squirm a bit, Harry

!" I thought to myself. Walking while looking at the phone made me overlook a bigger stone, and I stubbed my big toe. "God damnit!" I began to swear. I was still angry at myself and, for some reason, short-tempered that day.

I got into the Uber and glanced out of the window. The driver tried his best to make some small talk, but my mind was elsewhere. I got out, paid him, and looked up my company's office building. We were just beneath the top. The last two floors were still ours, although most rooms had remained empty since the pandemic.

The door of the elevator opened with a soft bing. My phone hummed again.

>>> "Call me or else..."

"

That damn bitch

!"

I walked towards her office with long strides. The floor seemed to be empty. It was death silent. Not even the secretaries were there. I looked at my

watch. "

Of course, lunch break

" I knocked sharply on Mary's office door.

"Come in!" she yelled from the inside.

I opened and entered the room. The door fell into its lock.

"Nice you finally made it, Harry," she said acidly.

"I'm on paid vacation, Mary. You signed it... And you promised."

"God, Harry, don't be so difficult," she said dismissively and sat on the edge of her table.

"I don't want to hear about it, Mary!"

"You want to lose your job?" she snapped.

"That's it, Mary. I resign. I send in my two week's notice."

"But... but you can't do that to me!" she exclaimed, the blood draining from her face.

"Nah, Mary. I've had it with you. Too much is too much."

"Come on, Harry. We'll surely find a way to compensate you," she besieged me.

"Well, then start by sucking my cock!" I growled, following an impulse.

"Harry, that's so uncalled for. How can you say something like that!"

"Then I leave."

I turned and walked toward the door. Slowing down, I came to a hold, slowly opening the door.

"Wait!" she said. "Please! Harry, there must be something else?"

"

Wow, she's so desperate

." I sighed and took a deep breath.

She stood before her desk, a hand slightly extended, looking forlorn.

"Now, Mary. This is how this will play out..."

Her eyes went wider as she noticed the commanding tone of my voice.

"Turn around and bend over your desk."

She gaped at me, her face taking on a crimson color.

"Do it!"

She sobbed but did as told. My cock swelled in my pants, and I smirked as I walked toward her.

"What will you do, Harry?" she asked in a girly voice. The commanding tone was gone completely. She was just a weak, not-so-young woman now.

"I am going to fuck your brains out, Mary."

"Please..." she sobbed. "I'm a virgin..." she whispered.

"You are in your mid-thirties, Mary!"

"Still..."

I became the big bad wolf. There was no holding back anymore. My hands grabbed the skirt and pulled it roughly up. My right just ripped her panties from her body. Grabbing her pussy roughly, I bent over her and licked her ear.

"I'll ram my cock into your fucking virgin cunt, and you will take it like a good bitch. You understand?" I growled.

"Yes..." she breathed, eyes squeezed shut, tears dripping on the table.

"Oh, if you don't want it, I can still just turn and walk out of this room and this company... You want me gone? Mary?"

"No, I need you..." she whispered.

"Say that you want to be fucked, that you want my cock in your cunt!" I panted.

"Do it..." she said, barely audible.

"Say you want my cock in your cunt!"

"Push your cock in my cunt."

"I can't hear you!" I snapped, and my finger pushed into her overflowing pussy, against her hymen. "

Really a virgin

!" I wondered.

"Ram that hard cock into my cunt!" she shouted.

I got behind her, rubbing my boner at her entrance. My cock went slowly in. The head was almost inside when I hit her virginity. I leaned forward. My hip got a bit back until only enough remained inside to guide me back inside. Both my hands grabbed her ass cheeks, and I spread her open... I hesitated a moment.

"Just do it already!"

I hammered forward. I will never forget the feeling as my boner made it through her barrier. My momentum was far from enough to get me fully inside her super-tight pussy.

We both screamed, and my sight blurred. I grunted and growled, more beast than man, as my hips moved with a vengeance.

"Yes, she's almost there! Fuck her harder! Come on, Harry, make that bitch scream!"

I was reduced to a fucking machine, but a tiny bit of me wondered who was talking to me, who had said to fuck her. My cock moved like a piston. My breaths came hard and labored. I looked to my right and saw into the wide-eyed face of Cassandra, Mary's secretary. My gaze went down to where her hand frantically rubbed her shaved pussy. Further down, her skirt and panties pooled around her feet.

Mary came. It began with a long wailing sound, and her insides contracted wildly around my cock. I rammed a last time into her, stretching her pussy as my cock pushed hard against her cervix. I fired my load, and my mind went with it. She lay flat on the table. I had crumbled on top of her. Her legs spasmed as the orgasm went in waves through her, and that massage from her still very tight pussy, kept me in a state of bliss. It felt like minutes had passed when my sight slowly returned to normal. My breath came in shallow bursts, wheezing with each exhale.

Cassandra's face came close to mine. She had that after-climax look on her face.

"I want to taste your cock. I want to drink your juices from her cut," she demanded in a lewd voice.

I wanted to accommodate her wish. But my cock was stuck. Mary had come so hard that she cramped.

"I can't get it out!"

She looked at me and began laughing.

"Not funny!" I tried hard to get my hips back while my hands pushed her ass forward. I got it perhaps half an inch back, but that was just the skin moving. I drove my cock back inside, and the unconscious Mary moaned.

"Perhaps if she comes again? Fuck her, Harry! Fuck her!" She giggled.

"I had the same idea, Cassie," I panted.

Mary was a rather petite, lean blonde. I lifted her from the table, and Cassandra helped me get my arms under the back of her knees.

Cassandra looked mischievously into my face and undressed Mary completely.

"I always wanted to do that," she confessed with a raunchy voice and sucked Mary's nipple into her mouth. Mary squeaked and woke up when Cassandra bit into it.

"What's happening?" she asked groggily, still disoriented.

Cassandra embraced us both and kissed Mary passionately.

"What's the meaning of this?" Mary said, still too weak to do anything about it.

Cassandra squatted, and her mouth found Mary's clit and sucked it in. Mary's head snapped up, and she gasped lustfully. When I felt Cassandra's hand massaging my balls, I started to let Mary bounce on my cock. Within a few seconds, the pussy relaxed, my cock popped out, and Cassandra's tongue went in for French kissing Mary's pussy. Looking down, I saw Cassandra hungrily lap up what the pussy had to give her.

I let Mary down to stand on her own feet. But the legs were too wobbly to hold her, and she sat on the floor.

"Will you do the work?" she asked weakly.

"Yes, I'll do it first thing tomorrow."

I took her blouse to clean my cock and balls before getting decent. Cassandra used the chance to continue to play with her boss on the floor.

"Visit us again soon, Harry," she said breathlessly as she pressed her pussy onto Mary's mouth. "Lick, bitch!"

"Sure, Cassie, have fun... And, I take the F150 from the garage."

I went out of the office and into the elevator. "

Did that just really happen? If I had known all that sooner

..."

The Decision

I parked the F150 in my driveway and unlocked my empty house. I missed Sandy already again. I suspected that Vivian did that on purpose so she could take my dog from me again and again. "

That damn bitch

!" That reminded me of her face when she witnessed my cock inside Dawn's pussy. I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes. I chuckled. That scene, with my boner deep inside Dawn's mouth, with my hand at the back of the young redhead's head.

My growling stomach reminded me that I hadn't had anything to eat that whole day. "Well, a pizza must do," I murmured, taking a frozen one from my dwindling stock and putting it in the oven. I hopped into the shower, getting rid of all the dried-up cum and pussy juices between my legs.

Sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the TV, I ate a slice of my pizza.

"

So, Harry. Like fucking whoever you like

?" I thought to myself sarcastically.

"

No, I'm not that kind of guy

..."

"

Really? Come on, you liked deflowering that bitch Mary

!"

"

Well, that was a special case

."

"

And who'll be the next special case? Admit it already, Harry, you are just a fucking pervert, emphasis on fucking, man

."

"

No! I have Dawn..." I hesitated a bit. "And Belinda..." I closed my eyes. "And perhaps I fuck Mary again. And Cassie, and

..."

"

See, a fucking pervert

."

"

But that's not enough for Dawn and Belinda, isn't it

?"

"

Well, you have the anger. Learn to use it properly

."

"

But I am a vanilla. Dawn said so, too

."

God, I really began to rave in my head. It was a good thing I would go on my fishing trip soon. I poured myself a cold Guinness into a stein and leaned back. But the moment I stopped concentrating on something else, I saw the quivering pussy of Mary before my eyes. "

She's so damn tight

!"

I must have dozed off on the sofa, and when the sun shone through the window, I slowly woke up. My whole body ached. It hadn't done that just five years ago. I slowly began stretching my aching muscles and struggled into a sitting position. The clock told me that it was already well past seven. It was good that most things, like making coffee or getting dressed, worked well on autopilot. Else, I would have lost another hour or two. I couldn't remember when I had felt that bad in the morning.

"I don't know who you are," I said hoarsely to the red-eyed, miserable guy in the mirror, "but I brush your teeth anyway."

The work for Mary was actually done quite quickly. It took no more than two hours. I closed my laptop and decided to start my trip right away.

The final preparations for my shortened trip went smoothly. Most things, like the bags, were already waiting and just needed to find their way onto the pickup. It was well past rush hour when I finally turned the ignition key and awakened the V8 to life. Dawn stood on their front porch and waved goodbye. I was surprised to feel a smile on my face as I drove down the street.

A few hours later, the F150 was parked by the lake. The place was still fantastic. I hadn't been here in years, but it was just as I remembered. The tent was up in minutes, and I threw a few logs on the fire I had started. The sandwich was from the same shop the wood came from and tasted actually pretty good. "

Just as it should be

!" I thought, a beer in my hand, looking at the stars above me.

The first two days passed in a hurry. I did nothing but cast my line and enjoy the moments. I went to bed early and got up by the first light. But on the third day, my supplies ran out, and I had to drive to the nearby village. I decided on the spot to spend my day here for a change. After a first coffee and some bacon and eggs, I walked the few meters to the bookstore. The door closed behind me, and I came to a halt.

"

When was the last time I'd been in a bookstore

?" I wondered, looking around.

"Can I help you?" a tiny grey-haired woman asked me.

I looked down, and deep down my head came a picture of a blonde, smoking a cigarette in front of the store, greeting me. "Is that you, Betty?" I asked, baffled, and took down my sunglasses.

"I'll be damned if that isn't little Harry," she replied with a genuine smile.

"I almost didn't recognize you without a smoke in your mouth."

"Pah, the doc said I had to quit either way," she stated accusingly.

"Either way?"

"Not much of a choice when the cancer got me. But let's not waste our time with bygones. Tell me, how is Vivian these days?"

"She left me," I sighed.

"And I bet that bitch took everything from you when she did!"

"You're right. Was nothing I like being reminded of."

"So, Harry, what brings you here?"

"I'm at the lake, fishing to clear my mind. You have a good read?"

"That depends. Are you still that boring loner, or did being alone again wake you up?"

That's when I remembered she had been quite wild in her younger years. Some even said she could sort all the males in our village by the length of their dicks. "Actually, Betty, I had some wild things going on the past few weeks," I winked.

"Oha, in that case..." She turned, and I followed her through her shop. She led me through the old green door we boys had wondered about in the past into a room full of books and things one might expect to find in a sex shop.

"Woah, Betty. We kids really missed out!"

She chuckled. "Your moms would have beaten me to death if I had let you boys in here."

I looked at a woman on the other side of the room who was skimming through a book.

"You are at your father's spot at the lake?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes, where else?"

"Hey Kim, that's Harry. He's fishing by that old pier next to your place."

Kim looked up and came over, scrutinizing me on her way. I liked what I saw. She wasn't an eye turner, but she was destinct female. For a short moment, I imagined her soft lips closing around my cock, and my heart missed a beat.

"Hello, Harry," she said in a raunchy voice.

"Hello, Kim. Is that book any good?" I asked, but she just stared at me.