Rich Bitch Widow Gets Renovated Ch 04

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After Margaret's night out on the town, I decided to give her a rest. But I would still humiliate her if I got the chance or when she needed to be put in her place. I looked forward to enjoying her different levels of embarrassment and shame.

My new favorite was when we were watching TV, I would have her strip down to her underwear and stockings and drop to all fours, making a human footstool. At first, she begged me not to make her act like a slave, but after I showed her the riding crop, she suddenly changed her mind and welcomed my feet on her back. I warned her I would invite Juan and his brothers to explore her body if she provoked me. After that, she was surprisingly compliant.

To drive home the point, when the gardeners were doing the lawn, I had her strip down to her bra, panties, and stockings. Then, wash the picture window from the inside. I was enjoying her discomfort. The bra offered little support, and as she dried the window, her tits jiggling side to side, almost breaking free. She was mortified, which morphed into fear when I threatened to invite them in. She got the message.

During the evening, she brought me a drink and some snacks. I turned the TV on, pointed to the floor, and snapped my fingers. Frowning, she dropped to the floor in front of me. I smiled and put my feet on the small of her back. She sighed, saying this wasn't fair.

"I'm a mature woman and deserve respect." Stifling my anger, I explained,

"Women must learn their reason for living is to serve and please men. The sooner you accept that fact, the happier you'll be."

She blurted out.

"You're one sick bastard."

Margaret realized what she had said and hoped I hadn't heard her, but it was too late.

She started babbling.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.

I'll do anything you want. I'll be a good girl. I'll let you tie me up and cum on my face."

I let that statement pass. She was not the one to decide when she got a cum facial. I almost felt sorry for her. She once was married to a rich, powerful man who gave in to her, but now she has been reduced to a sex toy. She watched me carefully as I reached for a leather paddle on the end table. Her eyes went round, and she demeaned herself further by begging me not to spank her.

"Oh, please don't; my butt still hurts from yesterday."

"Stand up, Margaret, and lay across my lap."

She was trembling as she reluctantly draped her body over my knees, still begging me. She was wearing transparent black nylon panties that offered no protection. Her black garter straps framed her ass, and her stocking tops were fully expanded, pulled tight by her silver garter clasps.

As I ran my hand over her firm ass, she started sobbing.

"How many slaps do you think you deserve? I think ten should do it."

She broke down crying.

"How can you do this to me."

I gave her a light slap, signaling that I didn't want to hear more from her.

"Now count out loud; we will be done before you know it. Then you can go back to being a footstool."

I raised the paddle and brought it down, getting both cheeks. She moaned, "One." She was twisting, which was turning me on. I kept her from knowing when the next one was coming. "Splat!" I hit both cheeks again. Groaning, she said,

"Two. Please, no more. It hurts too much. Why do you want to hurt me?"

"I don't want to hurt you, but you need discipline."

I aimed for one cheek and took a full swing.

"SPLAT"

:YEOWITCH THAT HURTS; She squealed and cried,

"NO MORE! LET ME UP!"

I lost my temper, and I don't like to. You can't fully enjoy administering pain and humiliation when you are angry.

"For that, you won't be able to sit down!"

I peppered her poor ass; I stopped at twenty. Her tender skin glowing. She was kicking wildly. I let her roll on the floor, her ass flaming red. She was crying like I thought she wouldn't stop. I gave her a few minutes to compose herself, then pointed to her place in front of the couch. She crawled over, sniffling, and offered herself to me. I put my feet on her back and turned the movie back on.

In a little while, I permitted her to make me a drink, and she could rub her ass with ice if she wanted to.

She brought my drink in and resumed her place on the floor before the couch.

When the movie was over, we headed to bed. Seeing her walk up the stairs in front of me was inspiring. Her butt wiggled in front of me as she swayed in her heels. I crawled into bed. She stood at the foot of the bed, asking permission to sleep in the bed. I said, "Yes, but first, I need a blow job."

She almost grimaced, but she knew better. Crawling up to my cock she covered it with wet kisses while moaning all the time. I fully intended to cum on her face and make her sleep without cleaning up. But I had a better idea. She was giving it all she had, and I was getting close to cumming, when I told her,

"Get on all fours. I'm fucking you from behind."

She rolled over and stuck her ass in the air.

I peeled her panties down, exposing her red ass.

I squirted some gel on my dick and rammed it in with one stroke. She cried out,

"Take it easy; you're killing me!"

I kept up a steady pace; she finally started thrusting back at me, groaning with each stroke. She had this thing of wiggling her ass at the right time that drove me crazy. I bet her husband hadn't known how to use her. I was getting close and picked up speed, finally dumping my load deep in her. Forgetting how sore her ass was when I pulled my dick out, I slapped her rear. She cried out,

Did you have to do that?"

"Yes, it was a force of habit. I can give you more if you like."

There was no answer, which was fine. I was too tired to pursue it, so I went to sleep.

My work had picked up, and I was busy. There was a downside: I missed being home with her, playing games with that body, thinking of ways to degrade her.

Margaret was learning; most days, she met me at the door in her underwear and was ready to blow me as soon as the door was closed. But Friday, she was sitting on the front porch with a martini for me, and I could see hers was almost gone. I noticed she had a new dress on, and when she stood up, I was speechless. I had never seen this dress; it was a sleeveless, skin-tight white dress that ended mid-thigh. It was no thicker than T-shirt material. Her pink bra, panties, and garter belt were visible under the tight dress. She was tugging her hem down, but it barely came down her knees as she bent down to kiss me. I inched up her dress, her suntan stockings set off her pink heels.

Call me cynical, but something was up. I kissed her roughly. She broke our kiss.

"Slow down honey. We have all night. I've ordered takeout so we can enjoy each other after the food arrives."

I held her head with both hands, looking at her beautiful eyes.

"Is anything going on I should know about?"

She nodded, dropped her gaze to the floor, and at the same time, squeezed my dick. Still not looking me in the eye. She sat on my lap, hiking her dress to her waist exposing her silver garter clasps tugging at her stocking tops. She barely whispered.

"My younger sister Eden called me today. Her on-again-off-again boyfriend had dumped her for someone else, and she needed a place to stay. I told her I would have to ask you."

Until that moment, I didn't realize how much power I had. She was asking me to let her sister stay in her house. I put my hand on the top of her head, saying,

"Put my dick in your mouth while I think about it."

She slipped to her knees, kneeling between my legs; she pulled off my pants, looking up at me while sticking her tongue out and catching a drop of pre-cum; she was moaning, running her lips up and down my shaft and then taking all of my cock in her talented mouth. She switched between sucking my cock, then taking it out, and rubbing it all over her face. She had a talent for pursing her lips at the end of my cock while looking at my dick with crossed eyes. That pushed me over the top. She rested her butt on her calves, looking up at me; she knew what was coming. I stood up and grabbed my cock, jerking off inches from her face; at the last second, I stepped back, looking at her perfect face as I unleashed my first stream of red hot cum, hitting her right eye and ear, then the left eye blinding her.

I sat down completely drained.

She was blindly searching for something to wipe her face.

"Margaret, you have a choice: either take that dress off and use it to clean up, or keep your dress on and leave my cum where it is and let it dry. Either way, you're going to pay the delivery man."

I could tell her mind was reeling; the bra was low cut, exposing most of her boobs. Only her nipples were covered, and her panties covered nothing. Not to mention her garter belt and nylons. She rationalized that her lingerie was no worse than a bathing suit and reluctantly pulled the skimpy dress over her head and began to wipe my cum from her face.

"Good choice, Margaret, but I would hurry if I were you."

She struggled to run in her heels

I started getting another hard-on, watching her run; her big boobs bouncing in and out of her half bra. Her four-inch heels made it hard to keep her balance, but she knew better than to take them off.

When she returned, her makeup was perfect. She stood before me, pulling her stockings tight while smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her nylons.

She sat down across from me.

"Do you have a picture of your sister?"

I was already dreaming of a three-way.

Picking up her phone, she located a picture.

"She's a beautiful woman. I only have one picture of her, taken at a wedding a year ago."

She handed me her phone and I carefully studied it.

"She's beautiful, but her tits look larger than yours."

"Margaret bristled; they look that way because she's shorter than me."

Just then, a car door slammed. The food was here. The gate opened, and a skinny guy in his twenties walked in. He immediately covered his eyes and apologized.

"I'm sorry, folks, I should have knocked."

"Don't worry about it; Margaret loves men to see her in her underwear. Come on honey, stand up and

show him."

She slowly stood up; she knew what I wanted her to do. The only sound was her heels on the deck and the rustle of her stockings as she walked over to him. Standing close to him, she turned around, letting him see everything.

The poor kid didn't know what to think. I broke the silence

"Money is in the kitchen, Margaret."

She was beyond mortified. She hung her head and walked to the house, having to take small mincing steps over the uneven cobblestones that got her tits bouncing. While we waited, I made small talk.

"She's quite a woman? Don't you think?"

"She's beautiful."

We turned to see her walking over, her tits quivering in the too-small bra, the suntan stockings shimmering in the afternoon sun.

She walked to me and handed me the money. I counted it out, holding up my hand as he turned to go.

"Wait a minute; we forget about introductions. I'm Bob, and this is Margaret. Margaret, you should know your place, bow your head, and curtsy when you meet a man."

She held out her hands, holding on to an imaginary hem, and bowed to him. Tears running down her cheeks.

All he could say was that his name was "Bill."

"Well, Bill, I'm a big tipper but short of cash. All I can offer you is Margaret. Would you like to inspect her body?"

Her eyes went wide. She whispered

"Please, Bob, don't do this to me."

"Bill, why don't you check out her tits."

I reached out and gently pulled her bra down, her twin beauties bounced free. She let out a combination of a moan and a cry of pain from me pinching her red nipples. I stood behind her, cupping her boobs, massaging her tits while working her sensitive nipples. Bill was sweating profusely, his eyes taking it all in. I had to end this.

I released her boobs, making sure they bounced when I released them. I turned to Bill.

"Pinch her nipples, don't be shy; she likes pain."

He reached out and rolled her pink nipples between his fingers. At first, he was gentle, but then he applied pressure. Making her wince and cry out.

"Now lets check out her ass. I'll bet you you're an ass, man. Margaret, turn around and show Bill your rear end."

She slowly turned around and bent over, keeping her knees straight. I grabbed her panties by the waistband, pulling them up the crack of her ass.

Her garter belt framed her ass, the suntan stockings a perfect match for her tanned legs.

"Think of the fun you could have with her, fucking her from behind, making those cheeks quiver with every stroke. Well, maybe sometime soon, but that's enough for today."

I walked him to the gate and ensured he was on his way.

As I walked back to her, she was crying, still bent in half. She knew better than to stand up without permission.

"Why did you do that to me?"

"Just having a little fun. He's never going to get a woman as beautiful as you. It will give him something to jerk off to.

We ate outside by the pool. At my suggestion, she stripped and swam naked. I made sure there were no towels in the pool house, so I got a good show of her walking into the house naked except for her heels.

"It's time for bed, Margaret; sleep in just your panties. I may want to tit fuck you in the morning."

She lay next to me, making sure her big tits were pressing against me. Her voice shaking, she said quietly.

"You haven't told me about my sister yet?"

I hesitated for a moment, building suspense.

"I guess it would be all right for a short period, maybe a month."

"Thank you so much. You won't know she's here. Now, how about some fooling around."

Her hand found my cock and started stroking it. I rolled over and got on top of her, probing her moist split.

"Give me a minute to get ready."

"Too bad, this was your idea; I'm going in."

She gasped, spreading her legs, trying to make it easier; I buried it to the hilt, and she was grunting with every thrust. I felt her nylon-covered legs wrapped around my back and her spike heels brushing me as I increased my pounding away at her.

Her juices were flowing. She was taking my assault on her slippery cunt, while raking my back with her manicured nails. Finally, I tensed up and squirted my cum deep in her.

We both were worn out. As we got up, I pulled her head close to my cock.

"Time for you to clean me up, start sucking."

Her eyes welled up as she lifted my sticky semi-hard dick, and began to lick it, carefully cleaning cum mixed with her cunt juice. She dutifully cleaned it off and went to the bathroom.

I was lying there, and I could hear her throwing up. She had drank too much. There was a pause in her retching. I listened to her softly calling my name. Then, more throwing up, I could make out what she was saying; she needed a towel. I rolled over and buried my head under a pillow, sleeping till morning.

I slept until eight o'clock. Sitting up, I noticed Margaret was not in bed. I hoped she was making breakfast, as I was starving. Walking into the bathroom, I found her passed out in front of the toilet. I nudged her with my foot,

"Time to get up, sweetie; I'm hungry."

She whimpered, "Help me up; I hurt all over. I slept on the floor all night. I gave her a hand up and left her alone.

I made a pot of coffee and was watching the TV when she limped in. I took a good look at her; she had a knockout body, but like many women, she needed makeup to look presentable. She looked beat. Although it was part of our understanding, I wouldn't push her and make her dress up in a garter belt and stockings, but she had tried to make up for it by wearing a transparent short black robe and a black thong. What was off-putting and kept me from fucking her was that her complexion was between pale green and stark white. I left for work, leaving her sitting at the breakfast bar with her head on the counter.

I had been gone most of the day, and when I opened the front door, I was met by the sound of a vacuum cleaner and the sight of Margaret in a white corset with white stockings and black heels. She stopped and gave me a weak smile. I kissed her on the forehead and went into the study.

Later, she came in and sat on my lap, informing me that Eden would arrive Sunday afternoon.

She wiggled her butt, arousing my cock. I started stroking her leg.

"Margaret, I'm just curious; how much younger is your sister?"

"Five years, she just turned thirty-eight."

In my mind, I was picturing a threesome, maybe against her will.

"I was thinking I should suspend the dress code and let you wear a dress or skirt while she's here, except when I'm fucking you, of course. Does your sister like to dress up like you?"

I felt her stiffen; she seemed to want to say something but didn't have the nerve.

We ate dinner and turned in early. I was curious about how much time she spent in the bathroom, but I was rewarded. She had put her hair up and put on a black garter belt and sheer black stockings. I had her stand beside the bed with her feet together and her hands behind her back.

"Earlier, you hesitated when I asked if Eden liked to dress like you, so what's the story?"

Blushing and stammering, she confided to me. "Edens a bitch, we never got along. She is best described as part submissive. She is a pushover when it comes to men. They were having their house painted, so she was alone with five guys. They started drinking, and before she knew it, they had their dicks in all of her holes. When her boyfriend found out, he kicked her out with just her clothes. She's the kind of woman that comes on strong, but if a man calls her bluff, she crumbles."

"I would have kicked her sorry ass out, too," I added.

Margaret just nodded her head.

I had to get the details later. For now, it was ass fucking time.

She crawled into bed, her bare tits swinging side to side. I snuggled up to her, reaching around cupping those magnificent boobs while my semi-hard cock pressed against her ass.

"Margaret, it's been a while since you've had your ass fucked?"

I could feel her body start to tremble.

"I think it was Juan, if I'm not mistaken."

"Yes, you let that lowlife rape my rear, and I will never forgive you. It hurt, and I was humiliated."

I held her tight, and the head of my cock found her puckered asshole.

She moved slightly, trying to get away from me.

I held her still, saying.

"I'm going to fuck your ass. If you don't want me to, it's going to hurt more; now get something to lube up your ass."

With her hands shaking, she walked to her desk and returned with a tube of something.

"Now see, wasn't that easier? Now get on all fours and grease your ass."

"Can't you do it?"

"No, I want to see you stick your finger up that tight ass of yours, now hurry up!"

She was starting to sob as she spread the gel around her asshole and then gingerly eased her finger in.

"How's that feel, Margaret? Now move your finger in and out, stick your ass in the air. I want to see your finger disappear, now wiggle your butt like you're in heat, and you need to be fucked in your ass."

She had given up and, in a low voice, said.

"I don't care; do what you want to me. Put it in my ass."

I kneeled behind her pulling her finger out and easing my cock in. She let out a prolonged sigh and, with every thrust, cried out.

" ugh, ugh, Please stop; it hurts."

"If I stop now, I'm going to finish in your mouth."

"I don't care, my ass is burning. Just stop, PLEASE, I'm begging you.

I continued to batter her asshole. Finally, I was close; I pulled out and moved to her mouth.

"Open up, Margaret, here it comes."

She rolled on her side with her mouth open.