"That was Martin," said Dorothy Berenson, puffing the phone down. "We're going to spend the weekend with him again." She looked over at her daughter. "Well?"
"Fine," said Kathy. She swung her long legs off the chair and went out of the room.
Dorothy stared after her. Sometimes she was ready to throw the girl out of the house. Kathy had all the vices of an adolescent, and it was driving Dorothy crazy. Not only had Kathy inherited Dorothy's beauty, with her blonde hair and luscious figure, but she insisted on hanging around with boys no matter what Dorothy did or said. That was one reason Dorothy liked to go to Martin's house on the beach. At least Kathy was away from those boys.
Dorothy sighed and walked over to the window. The girl still wouldn't listen to her about men. Dorothy was lucky, or rather clever. She'd insisted on a marriage and then played her poor innocent husband for all she could get. It hadn't been as much as she would have liked, of course, but it kept her comfortable, and at least one wretched man would be paying for his seduction for a great many years yet.
By the window was a mirror and Dorothy caught a long glimpse of herself in it. She might be thirty-two, but everybody thought she was only in her early twenties. And they were right, she did look wonderful. Her tall, slim figure had tits that stood out from her body with no need of support at all. Dorothy turned to get a better look. From her tiny waist her hips swelled out and led down to a pair of legs that always drew whistles from the construction workers as she went by. Oh yes, men wanted her all right, but they weren't going to get her. Not until there was one good enough. One who could pay the price. Take them for all they were worth, that was Dorothy's motto, and it had done well for her through the years of bringing Kathy up. Men took her out, and Dorothy loved going on dates. She even let some of them back in for coffee and usually they tried to get her into bed. She'd put them right very fast. And they paid for it.
During the ride out to the beach the next day, Dorothy looked frequently at her daughter. That tight blouse and those tiny shorts were bound to inflame the lusts of most men, particularly with a figure like hers. She looked at Kathy and the young girl flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder and stared out of the window.
Dorothy got a slight shock at Martin's beach house. The place was still the same, and Martin greeted them as warmly as always. In the background Dorothy could hear the long slow murmur of the waves. She had to go and take a swim before dinner. No, everything was as always, except that there was a couple there, Josh and Zola Simpson.
Dorothy didn't like extra people. She had a cozy relationship with Martin and she didn't want anybody intruding on it. Not that Josh and Zola didn't look nice. Josh was a few years younger than Martin, probably in his mid thirties. Zola, his wife, was a soft-faced, dark haired woman with brown eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. She dressed rather unsuitably for a married woman, or so Dorothy thought. Her bikini was so skimpy it only covered her nipples and the triangle of her pussy hair. Otherwise she was as good as naked.
But they were pleasant. Dorothy went for her swim and they all had dinner. Martin was a good host and Dorothy learned a bit more about Josh and Zola. Josh was a business partner of Martin's. Dorothy didn't ask what his business was, but there was some exporting involved and Martin had brought Josh in to help with that. They chatted and, as usual, Dorothy refused coffee after dinner.
"I have trouble sleeping," she explained. She had had the trouble for years and it was getting worse, but Dorothy would never admit it. Some nights she would watch the television until dawn and then fall into a fitful slumber. "I really must be going to bed now, or I'll be a wreck in the morning."
Normally the sleeping pills worked after a time, but this night nothing Dorothy did helped her to sleep. She tossed and turned for several hours, only pretending to be asleep when Martin knocked gently on the door and asked if she was all right. When she didn't answer, he opened the door as he always did, made sure she was fine, and went out again.
Even that reassurance didn't work for Dorothy. She took another pill and gave up after another hour. Perhaps if she got herself a small glass of wine it might help. It usually did.
She crept out of her room, not wanting to wake anybody, and tiptoed along to the kitchen. The place was very quiet and she began to wonder if they had all left her. With the wine in her hand she went back into the main room to see if anybody was still there. It was empty, but a faint light came from under the large walkin closet door. Dorothy went across and opened the doors.
The closet was just as always, except for the fact that the back of it was open. It led to a small staircase, leading steeply down. There was a low murmur of voices and Dorothy found her curiosity arouse. Martin had never told her about this secret door!
Holding her breath, Dorothy tiptoed down the stairs. At the bottom was a email chamber and another door standing slightly open. Dorothy peeped around it.
The scene that met her eyes startled her. She gasped and clutched her mouth. She had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real!
It was a large room, nearly as large as the house that stood above it. The walls were rough wood, and the floor was done in soft carpet. There were sofas, chairs, a television, and what looked like exercise apparatus. Over by the far wall was another door and Dorothy could see the white tiles of a bathroom through it.
Lounging in a chair in the middle of the room was Martin. He was wearing only a bathrobe, and he had a very large drink in his hand.
On the sofa were Zola and Josh. He was in the shirt and pants he'd worn for dinner, but Zola was dressed in a sexy playsuit that accentuated the tight curve of her body. It was white, with lace around her swelling tits. Above her pussy, it was cut away to show a pair of tiny white panties that hardly disguised the dark mound of her pussy hair. All down the lacy front of the playsuit were bows that looked as if they would come undone at the slightest pull.
But even that wasn't as bad as what Kathy was wearing. Dorothy's daughter was dressed as a maid, with a tiny little hat, black stockings and a dress that showed most of her tits and ended at her stocking tops. As Dorothy peered in, Kathy was bending down to give Zola her drink and the dress rode up over her ass, exposing a pair of frilly black panties. At the same time the front of the dress fell away far enough to show most of her lovely young tits to Zola and Josh.
That would have been enough, but the other things in the room persuaded Dorothy that she had stepped into a terrible den of depravity. Hanging along one wall were racks of whips of all shapes and sizes. There were masks, handcuffs, dildos, ropes, chains, and some things that Dorothy had never seen before in her life. What was Martin doing in such a place? He couldn't be the owner of all this depraved stuff!
"Well, why the hell do you keep inviting her then?" Zola asked with a laugh.
She grinned up at Kathy and slid her hand up the young girl's legs until it was above the stacking tops. There she caressed Kathy's milky white flesh while the girl gave low murmurs of appreciation and spread her feet for Zola to go wherever she wanted.
"For this one, of course," Martin said. He leaned back and grinned at Zola. "She's worth putting up with that bitch of a mother of hers until she's old enough to get clear and then…"
Zola gave Kathy a playful slap on the ass and sent her off. Kathy went back to the well stocked bar and washed the glasses from the previous round of drinks.
"Ever thought of training the bitch?" Josh asked, jerking a finger at the door.
"Well…" Martin leaned back and chuckled. "What do you think, Kathy? You think your mother would train up right?"
"My mother's a bitch, sir," said Kathy softly. She looked up at Martin and smiled, and Dorothy gasped at her terrible betrayal. Her own daughter saying that about her. When she got her home that girl wouldn't see the world outside for a long time.
"Not worth trying," said Martin easily. "Be happy with what you've got, that's my motto. She could put up a real stink if she's fucked around with. Hey, Kathy, has any man got in her pants?"
"I-I don't know, sir," said Kathy. She looked up again and her young face was flushed with excitement. "I don't think so, sir, she's always saying how disgusting men are and how you have to keep them at arm's length."
"Oh, she does that all right," Martin said with a grin. "You can see that. Shit, leave her be, that's what I say."
"I dunno," Josh said thoughtfully. "I'd sure like to get my cock into her."
"Honey," Zola said softly. "You want to get your cock into everything. That's why I love you so much." She leaned over and kissed him while her hand roamed over the front of his pants.
"Are you sure she's asleep?" asked Josh.
"Oh yeah. I checked her. I always do before Kathy and I come down here and have some fun." He glanced back at Kathy and she smiled shyly at him.
"Can I get you another drink, sir?" she asked.
"No, but you can come here and show Josh what a good little girl you are," said Martin.
Kathy came slowly out from behind the bar, her hips swaying in a most disgusting manner.
"She talks a lot about how she can't sleep," Martin added, "but she sleeps like a pig, all snores and grunts."
The whole room burst into laughter and Dorothy was on the verge of bursting in and pulling Kathy out for a fast drive home and some proper discipline. But something stopped her, and for a moment she wasn't sure what it was. She waited as Kathy sidled up to the sofa and stood in front of Josh and Zola.
"What can I do for you, sir?" she asked. "Or you, Miss? I'm very good at everything, aren't I, sir?"
"You bet, my little pet," Martin said, sliding farther down in his chair. "You two take whatever you want, she's fuckin' great at it all."
"Hmmm," said Josh as he looked the young girl over. "Lift that dress a little. Yeahhhh!"
Slowly, with the most lascivious look on her face, Kathy slid her short dress up her legs. She spread her legs a little and worked the black silk up until it was clear of her stocking tops.
Both Josh and Zola were riveted by the sight of the young girl's legs. Kathy's thighs were long and slim, leading to the most delicately curved calves and trim ankles in her high-heeled shoes.
Without having to be told, Kathy slipped the dress higher until her panties came into view.
They were tight and pussy-hugging, and Josh reached out and slid a finger over the material where it covered Kathy's cunt mound.
"Mmmmmm," he said approvingly. "Damp already."
"Shit," said Martin, "this little whore's hotter than a furnace. She'll burn your prick."
"Nice," said Josh. "Now show us your tits, my little girl."
As Kathy smiled and her face flushed even more, Dorothy knew why she had to wait. If this went on much longer she would have a clear case against Martin. The seduction of a girl as young as Kathy by older men would give her a grip on Martin he wouldn't shake for a long time. And even more money. Not that Dorothy thought in terms of blackmail, but, if the money was there, they could call it what they wanted. And she would still get to deal with Kathy afterwards. It looked like a pretty good plan. Dorothy moved closer to the door and waited.
Kathy was teasing Josh and Zola. She stood there, playing with the top button of her dress, opening it and then whimpering and closing it again.
"Oh, please, sir, I can't," she whispered. "Could you do it for me?"
To Dorothy's horror, her daughter leaned forward, bent at the waist and took Josh's hand, guiding it to the top of her dress. Josh was hot. His fingers worked the button while Zola caressed the huge cock bulge in his pants. The button came open and Kathy whimpered more as she leaned in on Josh, letting his hand slip down the front of her dress, reaching deep between her swelling tits.
"Oh, could you do the next one, please, sir?" Kathy begged.
With a grin Josh cased his hand out of her dress and undid the next button. Now Kathy's tits were exposed, protected only by a tiny, halfcup bra. Still bent at the waist, Kathy took Josh's hand and led him to the next button and the next until her dress was open to the waist.
"Oh, thank you, sir," she gasped. She stood upright, sliding the dress away from her tits, caressing them through the thin fabric of her bra. She turned to Zola. "Please Miss, could you take my bra off? I don't seem to be able to find the catch."
The bra came away and Kathy stood there, caressing her tits and sliding her dress up so that Josh and Zola could also see her panties.
"Should I take this off, sir?" she asked.
Josh could barely speak as he gazed at the wonderful young girl. He wasn't helped by the long, slow hand job his wife was doing on his cock, but he managed to speak.
"Yeah," he said.
Smiling and posing, Kathy let the dress slip down her arms. She held it for a moment and then dropped it to the carpet. She let her bra drop too, and stood there, in only her high heels, stockings and panties. Her fingers played with her prominent nipples, standing out like fresh buds from her white tit flesh.
"Do I please you, sir?" she asked.
"You will if you suck cock as well as you look," Josh gasped.
"Oh, yes, sir," whispered Kathy. She sank to her knees and slid her hands up Josh's legs to the huge bulge. Her expert fingers slid the zipper down, inch by inch, while Zola still caressed Josh's cock. "May I take your pants right off, please, sir? I can get more of your cock in my mouth that way." Josh was breathing heavily as he stared at the pair of luscious tits only inches from his face. "Yeah," he said; "Take them off."
Dorothy couldn't believe what her daughter was doing. Kathy pulled Josh's pants down with a couple of fast heaves, and then slid his shorts off as well. He sat on the sofa with a grin on his face and a hard-on that threatened to burst.
He had a big cock, eight or nine inches of thick cock meat, and Kathy gasped and drooled over it as she reached up and took it in her willing hands.
"Ohhhh, sir," she gasped. "What a lovely cock." Kathy leaned forward and kissed the swollen cockhead. "Now, now, sir, don't be impatient. I don't want you shooting before I can get it all down my throat."
Josh gave a grunt of lust and his breathing got even harder. Beside him, Zola leaned back and slid her fingers inside the hem of her panties. Slowly she rubbed her hot pussy, watching the slow licking Kathy was giving her husband.
Dorothy was getting more and more appalled as it went on. Her daughter was not only will big to fuck the man, she was taking his cock in her mouth! Slowly she swallowed the stiff cockhead, letting it fell her cheeks as she ran her tongue over the throbbing cock flesh. Then she sank it deeper, into her mouth until the massive cockhead ran into her throat and her muscles stretched to take it. For something like a minute Kathy held him there, her throat muscles swallowing and contracting around it.
"Ohhhh shit," Josh gasped. "You weren't kidding, Martin, she can suck a cock like crazy! Ooooooh, fuuuuckkkk!"
He leaned back and thrust his fuck rod at Kathy's face. She let him sink in as far as he liked while her throat pulsed around his fucker and her fingers played with his balls. She glanced across at Zola and smiled, sliding her hand up over Zola's panties, feeling the hot wet silk.
Kathy slowly slid her mouth back up Josh's fuck rod. She held him just at her lips, licking and playing with the swollen cockhead.
"Please, sir," she whispered. "Tell me exactly how you like your cock sucked. I want to please you completely."
"Ooooohhhh," Josh gasped. He lay back on the sofa, his fuck rod thrusting helplessly at the young girl's mouth.
"I don't know," said Zola with imitation disgust. "You ask a man something and he never tells you. Suck him deep and softly, girl, whatever you do just don't bite him, he doesn't like that."
"You mean like this?" asked Kathy, playing the innocent. Her teeth bit lightly down on Josh's throbbing cockhead.
"Yeahhhh, like that," moaned Josh, heaving on the sofa, his hips beating with lust. "If little whores like you bite my cock they get punished very severely."
"Oh, surely, not a little bite like this, sir," Kathy pleaded, and rasped her tongue slowly over Josh's cockhead.
"Ooohhhh, shit, yeah, like that you little cunt," said Josh, his cock heaving with unrestrained lust. "You bile me like that again and you'll be over the sofa and Martin tells me you know exactly what that means."
"Ohhhh yesss, sir," Kathy breathed. "You mean you'd have my ass whipped just for biting your cock like this?" With complete deliberation Kathy closed her teeth on Josh's cock and slid them right down the length of his shaft.
"Ooohhhh shit, you little whore!" yelled Josh in delight, slamming his cock into Kathy's throat. "You take your mouth off my cock now and get over the sofa or I'll shoot right down your throat and it'll take you a lot longer to bring me off a second time."
Kathy had no intention of giving up Josh's cock. She straightened her legs, stayed bent at the waist so that she could take it all down her pulsing throat. Her hands spread Josh's legs and she sucked him into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect circle around the heaving cockshaft.
"This is your last chance," Josh bellowed. "Get over the sofa or I'm gonna shoot."
Kathy gurgled with delight. She fucked her face up and down on the swelling cock, sinking Josh to the balls at every pass. Her greedy mouth sucked at the fuck rod, desperate for the hot cum surging in Josh's balls.
"You asked for it!" Josh roared. "Now take it all, cunt, take it all!"
As Kathy gave a muffled scream of ecstasy, Josh grabbed her by her long blonde hair and held her face to his cock. Bellowing and yelling with lust, he rammed his fuck rod deep into Kathy's willing mouth.
"Ohhhhh yeahhh, I'm coming, fuck am I coming!" Josh yelled. Suddenly jets of white cum shot out of his pulsing cock and into Kathy's hungry mouth. "Aaahhhh, yeahhhh! Ohhh fuck, ohhh fuck she's great, she's great!"
He held the willing girl on his cock while the hot jism flooded out into her mouth. Cum dripped from Kathy's lips as she pumped up and down, swallowing all she could of the endless streams of white fuck juice.
Dorothy had heard enough. She slammed the door open and walked in.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked the startled company.