Rich Bitch Widow Gets Renovated Ch 07

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Rich bitch Ch.07

I headed upstairs, stopping in the kitchen to make a drink. The house was silent except for Margaret's gagging. I looked into the family room. She was on her knees, dry heaving into a small trash can. Eden was snoring, her face and neck covered with cum. One of her false eyelashes was stuck to her cheek.

Half an hour later, I heard Margaret helping her sister to bed. My door was partially open, so I saw her walking down the hall carrying her shoes. I didn't have the heart to give her a hard time by making her put her shoes on, so I waited and surprised her by walking into her bedroom.

"Oh sir, I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure you were all right. Stand up, and I'll help you with your corset."

She stood up, trembling. After unhooking her stockings and rolling them down her long legs, she turned her back to me.

I unhooked her corset, leaving her in her panties.

She turned to face me, her perfect tits wobbling slightly.

"Do you want me to do anything, sir?"

I smiled and gave her a pat on her rear.

"Maybe tomorrow; you're in no condition to do anything now, get some sleep."

I was so confused as I watched Bob walk out of my bedroom. Why can't he be this nice all the time?

There are days I wish I was dead when he humiliates me in front of strangers. It especially bothers me when he makes me let delivery men and other total strangers fondle my breasts. It makes me feel dirty. But I love him and don't mind debasing myself for his enjoyment. Earlier in the day, I noticed he got out the dog bowls. It was humiliating drinking out of them; I just hoped it would just be Eden and me and not in front of strangers. I was both content and sad about the way things had changed. I realized that I needed a firm male hand to keep me in the subservient role all women should be in. I now lived to be sure my master was satisfied. Feeling fulfilled in my life to serve him, I drifted into sleep.

I let Margaret sleep in the morning because I looked forward to having some fun at Eden's expense.

Eden walked into the kitchen. Her makeup and hair were perfect. I was amazed at her. She must have had a hell of a hangover, but she seemed unaffected by a headache or upset stomach. She smiled, casting her eyes down.

"Is there anything I can get for you, sir?"

I looked her over. She wore a matching bra, panty, and garter belt in Kelly green, with white stockings and white heels. I pulled her closer, putting my hand under her chin.

"You look very nice, Eden; what time did you get up this morning?"

"About six, I wanted to look presentable to you."

I looked her in the eye.

"I was going to fuck your mouth and cum all over you this morning. Maybe keeping you with cum on your face for the rest of the day."

She was trembling,

"I would like that, sir."

"For now, get me some breakfast."

As she turned, I slapped her ass, getting both cheeks. She yelped but immediately stopped and bent over, offering her ass to me. I couldn't control myself. Her nylon-covered ass was too tempting. I cracked her two more times. She let out a groan and wiggled her behind.

I rubbed her ass gently.

"Do you want any more, Eden?"

"I want to please you, sir. I always need more; it will only help me serve you better."

"That's good. I want you to remember what you just said. Now go into the kitchen and bring me a wooden spoon."

She hurried on her five-inch heels, her tits fighting her overworked bra. She handed the spoon to me, never looking me in the eye.

"Pull your bra down, then put your hands behind your back."

Her double D tits jumped out of the lacy cups of her bra, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Bend over, facing me."

A look of fear came over her face when she realized what I was going to do. I tenderly ran the spoon over her ripe boobs; she was trembling as a tear ran down her cheek. I moved the spoon,pausing at her nipples, giving them a soft slap. Switching between her boobs, I put the spoon under each one and lifted them, marveling at their weight.

I held the spoon under her left boob, cupping it and then moving it so her tits bounced and swayed. I kept that up until I was bored. Then I lifted one boob pausing a moment.

Then in one motion, I pulled the spoon back at the same time, slapping the side of her tit.

"OCCHH!"

"Does that hurt? We better make sure."

As I rained blows on her meaty tits. She was full-on crying. After ten slaps, I let her compose herself. Her face was crimson from crying.

"Rub your tits and pinch your nipples."

She gently massaged her chest, wincing from the pain.

"Now, get me something to eat, and don't cover your tits, or I'll think of something else."

She made eggs and waffles for me and a half grapefruit for herself.

Sitting silently at the table, I couldn't wait to torment her. She was done with her fruit and sat at attention.

"Eden, sit up straight and rest your tits on the table."

She complied without hesitation. Pressing her stomach close to it, she carefully placed her tits on the table, holding her head up she glanced at me. I picked up the syrup and slowly poured it over her tits.

"Rub it all over, especially your nipples. She rolled her eyes back as she massaged herself.

"Now lick it off."

Eden strained to lift the first one, then the other, up to her mouth and sucked as much syrup as she could.

She was starting to moan, her super-sensitive nipples responding.

"Stop now; I'll be back in a minute; don't move."

I took my time going to my office. When I came back, she hadn't moved.

"Good girl, you can put your bra back on and clean up the dishes. I shouldn't have to tell you, but I better not see you rubbing your cunt against the counter or anything else."

As she nestled her tits back in her bra, she glanced at me, fear in her eyes, and murmured.

"Thank you, sir."

Bowing her head, she hurried to the kitchen.

I went upstairs to Margaret's room. I walked in, thinking she would be up. She must have just woken up. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at me.

"I'm so sorry, master. I didn't mean to sleep so late."

"You need a day to yourself; you can stay in sweats till dinner when I require you to dress appropriately."

"Thank you, sir. May I kiss you?"

I bent down to her and kissed her full on the lips, her tongue searching mine. I broke off, saying I would be back later. When I got to the door, I looked back at her; she was beaming.

Going downstairs, I could hear Eden cleaning in the kitchen. My dick came to attention, seeing her on her hands and knees cleaning the floor. She was quite a sight, her panties stretched tightly across her "Bubble butt," just begging to be spanked.

"Do a good job. I will check your work when I get back."

"I will, sir.

I felt like abusing her, but it could wait until later. Looking up from her scrubbing, her hair, initially in a French upsweep, had been reduced to strands framing her face.

I had a couple of jobs to look at and was gone most of the day.

When I returned at five o'clock, the house was spotless. Eden came to the door with a martini for me. She had changed into all-black undies with off-black nylons and shiny black heels.

"Eden, the house is spotless, and you look stunning." I grabbed her ass.

She moaned in gratitude, adding,

"I did it all alone; I haven't seen Margaret all day."

I really wasn't mad, but I couldn't let it go by. I swung her around, facing me, squeezing her tits. She cried out in pain. I forced her to her knees; looking down at her, I said.

"Don't ever try to get your sister in trouble again; now, stand in the corner and don't move until I think of a punishment for you."

She hurried to the corner, standing there shaking.

I looked over at her.

"You can get closer, mash your tits on the wall if you have to."

I heard heels clicking on the tile floor. Margaret walked in wearing a pink corset, white stockings, and heels. Her thick black hair pulled into a ponytail.

She glanced at Eden, standing in the corner, but knew better than to say anything.

I lit the gas fireplace, settled into my chair, and beckoned Margaret to my side.

"When I returned today, Eden didn't know I had given you the day off, and she tried to get you in trouble, so she's standing in the corner awaiting her punishment."

I stood at attention. Thoughts ran through my mind. Bob was putting me in an awkward position; he wanted me to beat my sister. I felt terrible for her, but we must obey his wishes if we are going to learn to serve him. I snapped back to reality. He was calling my name.

"Margaret, go to the closet and pick out something to discipline your sister."

I walked carefully. I opened the closet and picked up a leather strap with a wooden handle. I walked up to Eden, noticing a tear running down her face.

"You know what to do, Margaret."

I nodded and stood behind Eden, having trouble saying.

"Bend over and grab your ankles."

I couldn't believe I had spoken those words, I had only heard them when Bob was saying them to me.

"I'm going to give you ten; now count out loud."

I glanced at Bob, who was smiling. I felt good that he approved so far. I stood behind Eden's full rear.

Without warning, I reared back and caught both plump cheeks with a resounding SPLAT.

"ONE," she cried, wiggling her ass.

I almost enjoyed being in power; I got creative and hit the underside of her ass with a resounding smack.

"TWO!" Please stop; it hurts

The third swat I aimed for her thighs.

"THREE! She lifted one leg.

I was really getting into it; I rained blows down on her. By the tenth hit, she had been reduced to a blubbering mess, her makeup running down her tear-soaked face.

Bob was laughing

"Margaret, you enjoyed spanking your sister, didn't you?"

With a sly look, I whispered

"Yes, I did."

"Eden, clean yourself up and start dinner; Margaret will be with you shortly. I want to talk with her. She hung the leather strap in the closet. Walking back to me, I was impressed with how beautiful a woman she was. Margaret stood in front of me.

"Yes, Master, what is your wish."

Without waiting for an answer. She gave me a shy smile and sunk to her knees.

I patted her head, saying.

"Time for you to suck some cock."

She unzipped me and pulled my pants off. Taking my throbbing dick in her hand and stroking me while licking up and down the shaft. One thing I'm proud of is that she really wants to please me. The first time I fucked her, she would only suck me for a couple of minutes, saying she didn't like doing that. I blame her husband for not breaking her incorrectly.

Women are natural cocksuckers; once you break them, they will suck all day. Margaret goes all out now, with eye contact and moaning; whether it's an act or real, it doesn't matter; she's trying to please.

Looking down at her trying to force my dick deeper down her throat, making her gag.

She stopped for a second, trying to catch her breath.

"Do you want to cum on my face, or should I swallow?"

"I want to cream your face."

She rocked back on her calves, tilting her face back to catch the most cum. I stroked my cock a couple of times and launched a load of cum, striking her between her eyes. My second and third streams hit her nose and ears, with the rest dribbling down her chin.

She fought the urge to wipe her eyes, even though they must be stinging. Smiling at me, she whispered,

"Do you want me to clean up or let it dry?"

"I've got a better idea, Margaret.

"Eden, come in here."

The clicking of her heels signaled she knew how to respond immediately.

"Yes, sir."

"Use your mouth and clean your sister's face."

She knelt and began licking the cum off of Margaret's face. It took her a good fifteen minutes.

She was trying not to miss any. I called her attention to some drops on the floor.

She started to grimace but thought better about it and licked the floor clean.

Dinner was enjoyable. The food was excellent, but the best part of the meal was that before we started to eat, I told both of them to pull down their cups and expose their tits. I should have thought of this before. Eden's tits were definitely larger than Margaret's.

Both of them had to rest their tits on the table to stop them from swaying. Margaret was blushing and didn't say much during the meal. I noticed that from time to time, Eden would cup her boobs, trying to keep them on the table, and in the process, she would pinch her nipples. I let it go for now. After the meal, I went to the den while the girls cleaned up.

I didn't hear them talking. I'm sure Eden was pissed that Margaret beat her butt.

They cleaned the kitchen and then waited by the door for me to permit them to enter. I turned on a movie, and Margaret got down on all fours, ready to be my footstool. I rested my feet on her and beckoned Eden to my side.

"Eden, get your vibrator. And don't take too long."

She scurried away, returning quicker than I thought possible.

"Now, use your toy and fuck yourself."

She laid down on her back and started rubbing it on her pussy. Switching it to low, she bent her legs and spread them wide. She was panting and moaning, her hips bucking.

"One more thing, you can't cum until I give you permission."

She had a panicked look on her face as she slowed her thrusting.

"Since your sister is in the position, see if she's wet enough to take it."

Eden crawled over to her. Margaret dropped her head slightly, sticking her ass in the air. Eden pulled her sister's panties down and started probing Margaret's slit from behind.

I felt Margaret tense up and begin to quiver. Her mouth opened slightly as her sister eased the humming dildo into her warm cunt.

"Eden, give me the remote."

She handed it to me. I immediately switched it up to high, and Margaret started moaning and thrusting her body back.

"Eden, pull it out and work on her clit."

Eden was tracing it around Margaret's pussy while she begged for more. Finally, she gave a guttural sound and collapsed on the floor, her body convulsing from her orgasm.

My feet fell off of her back.

"Your turn Eden, Margaret, lick your sister's cunt."

Margaret slowly rose from the floor and crawled to

Eden's tender body. She buried her face in Eden's slick cunt. Margaret was licking and using her fingers.

Eden's eyes rolled back in her head while forcing Margaret's face flush with her dripping cunt. Margaret started struggling, unable to breathe, she was beating Eden with her tiny fists to no avail.

I guess Eden was evening the score, making her sister gasp for air. It was the way men had forced their dicks down her throat, gagging her.

I almost intervened, but she finally released Margaret's head. Margaret rolled over on her side, coughing and gagging, her face glistening with Eden's cunt juice. Margaret lay on her side, heaving, trying to catch her breath; she put her hands on her crotch, bringing her legs together, her body trembling.

Trying to get points with me, Eden knelt in front of me, whispering,

"I need to be degraded; treat me like your whore; put me in my place."

"You asked for it; bring me your bowl."

She returned with it, her tits swaying.

I poured a glass of whiskey into it and put it on the floor before her.

"Drink it."

She arched her back, pushing her supple ass in the air, and began to lick the whiskey. Margaret gave Eden a sullen look and crawled over to her, pushing her away. Then, she started licking from the bowl.

Margaret finished it and crawled up on the couch next to me. I pinched her nipple, eliciting a soft cry.

She pulled her shoulders back, giving me access to both round tits. That was a bad move on her part,

Attacking her tits, I alternated squeezing them and biting her distended nipples, getting her to yelp in pain. Eden sat on her haunches with a pouting look on her face. Gesturing for her to join us, she crawled onto the couch; reaching for my cock she opened her mouth and began to cover me with wet kisses.

Sitting back, watching the sisters battle over my dick, was heaven. I was getting close. I stood up, pulling them to the floor; they quickly went to their knees.

Fighting each other to keep my dripping dick in their mouths, I couldn't take it any longer I rapidly stroked it while forcing their faces together.

"DON'T MOVE YOU WORTHLESS WHORES!"

I started shooting ropes of red hot cum on their faces. They had put their arms on each other for support. They held their positions, my cum sticking their faces together.

"Time for bed, ladies; you will not clean up. You're going to sleep with my cum on your faces; I will check you in the morning. Now get going!"

Watching them climb the stairs in their nylons and heels was rewarding. It was also interesting to watch them get into bed, lying on their backs, afraid to roll over on their stomachs.

Morning came too soon; I quietly went into Margaret's room; she was awake, my cum dried on her face, one eye sealed shut. She smiled shyly.

"You can get up now. And wash up."

"Thank you, master, I don't deserve you. The way you take care of me."

Next was "Miss Eden"

She had taken most of my cum. Her face crusty with cum. She looked scared, not looking me in the eye.

"Well, Eden, it looks like you need a shower."

She whispered,

"May I please take one, Master."

"Yes, but hurry, I'm hungry, so get your sorry ass moving."

As she got up, I couldn't believe she still had her garter belt and stockings on. I stood over her menacingly.

"Get down and crawl to the bathroom."

As she crawled by me, I kicked her butt with my foot sending her lurching forward landing on her full tits.

I kept pressure on her shoulders with my foot, forcing her ass up in the air.

"You look like a bitch in heat, Eden."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you want."

She started wagging her plush bottom back and forth.

I released her, giving her bottom an openhanded slap to her ass. She squealed,

"Don't stop, turn my ass red."

I grabbed a belt from the bed and rained blows to her upturned rear. She was shaking when I stopped; she hung her head and whispered,

"Thank you, Master."

As she crawled to the shower, I noticed her ass was red; she got what she wished for.

Breakfast was uneventful, with the girls eating fruit to keep their weight under control.

One morning, I got an idea, watching Eden bring Margaret and herself a bowl of fresh fruit.

"Before we eat, come over here, Eden. I want to cum. Now suck me off."

She looked gorgeous in a black corset, black stockings, and heels. She pulled her hair into a ponytail while kneeling before me. She is quite the good cocksucker. Before long, I was getting close.

"Please cum all over my face."

"Not today, Eden. Margaret, bring the fruit over here."

I pulled out, stroking my dick as I shot my load on the fruit.

"Margaret, stir it in, making sure you coat everything. You girls need protein."

They tentatively sampled the fruit. I could tell by the look on their faces that they weren't enjoying it, but they finished all of it. I put the bowl on the floor, gestured for Eden to kneel, and ordered her to lick it clean. She carefully licked the bowl clean while shooting looks at Margaret.

What a way to start the day.

We settled into a stress-free routine. Juan's business was flourishing. I still went to different sites, but there was never any problem. I was content. The money was rolling in, and I had two beautiful women to torment.

I was sitting in my office with Jaun, discussing what jobs were coming up.

After we finished talking about business, we settled back with a drink.

Juan casually asked how my girls were, and I was immediately suspicious. He had a beautiful girlfriend, and I couldn't see him risking his relationship with her.