My name is Rex Dorsey, and I'm a sexual predator of sorts. I like to scan various dating apps for lonely divorcées. My prey of choice is usually a horny mother of around thirty, with children. They don't get much action because of the kids. Their profiles are always all wrong, and usually include pictures of them with their children. Most guys are looking for a single woman with no kids, impossible to find, or they get stuck with some lying bitch who breaks the bad news on the third date.
I thoroughly enjoy being a senior partner at a high-end corporate law firm, with its many perks. I get paid an obscene amount of money, get to know some of the best scum bags around, and have plenty of time to pursue my divorcée hobby.
A few weeks back I came across a particularly juicy number. Amy Bell, 32, mother of three girls: Amber’s 12, AJ is nine, and Abby, who’s seven. She has a decent mid-level job in an insurance company, a crushing mortgage, and she’s horny as hell. Poor thing needs a man and money, and both right away. I just loved her posting: the usual drivel about likes and dislikes, what she's looking for in a man, and, of course, several pictures of her and the kids. All four are worth a good fuck, and if I play my cards right, I might get the chance at the lot.
The best part of all is how many times her profile had been seen. After three months, it had only been viewed eight times. What a shame. Too bad, so sad. I clicked on the contact tab to send her my profile and phone number. She responded to my profile within the hour. It seemed that she didn't believe my profile. She thought I'm a shithead and a liar for obviously posting a load of made-up bullshit. I laughed out loud, because my profile is completely accurate, and it has just the desired effect on every conquest.
Rex Dorsey, 34, Senior Law Partner at...blah, blah, blah… I like sports, biking...blah, blah, blah... Dislikes…well, all the phonies out there looking for some quick sex. What I'm looking for in a woman: A smart, attractive woman, children a plus, who is looking for a long-term relationship with a lonely bachelor. I included photos of me hanging around some of the sights and sounds of our fair city. Nothing too brash. Just a young, working professional, looking for a same-minded companion.
My next app posting simply asked her to check out our corporate website. Just click on the “Staff” tab, and look for me under “Senior Partner.”
Her next text was full of apologies, but did include her phone number. I let her sweat for a few hours, and finally sent her a text accepting her belated apologies. I didn't want to spook her, so I began a chat with her via texting. We played our texting game for a couple of weeks, until she finally suggested that we might meet for a light meal, or drinks. I quickly decided to let her play the family card, and suggested we all meet for breakfast on Saturday morning at a local IHOP restaurant.
Nothing exotic or scary there. Just a reasonable, family-friendly restaurant. Amy can get a good look at me, and see how I do with the girls. I smiled happily to myself, I saw that she liked the idea, and I suggested 9:00 A.M. I decided that it's time to let her hear my voice, so I entered her number into my smartphone, and pressed the phone icon.
The phone rings twice before a hesitant Amber answers her Mom's phone. “Hello?” she says.
“Hi. Is this Amber?”
“Yes. Who is this please?” she asks.
“This is Rex Dorsey, Amber. Is your Mom available?”
“Aaaah, I guess. She's in the bathroom. Let me take the phone to her.”
I laugh silently because this is going perfectly. I hear the other two girls asking who it is, before she knocks on the bathroom door. “Hey, Mom, there's someone on the phone for you!” she calls through the door.
I listen closely and hear Amy's muffled answer, “Amber, please take a message, and I’ll call them back. You know the rules!”
Hesitating for a few seconds, “But Mom...he says his name is Rex! Isn't that the guy you've been texting all the time?” Amber asks, curious.
“Oh, shit! Tell him I'll be right there! Aaaah! Amber love...where's the phone?” she asks in muffled panic.
“Daaa, Mom! I have the phone...in my hand.” After pausing for a second, Amber continues, “Uuua, Rex...my mother will be with you in a minute.”
I’m still listening intently, and hear, “Dammit, Amber, I asked for ten minutes of peace and quiet! Ten minutes to relax and take a bath. Shit, give me the phone, and go finish your homework!” Breathing deeply, Amy clears her throat before talking, “Uuuum, Hi Rex! Sorry for all the confusion. Amber's a good kid, but a little strong-willed since her dad dumped us. The girls don't understand why he left. He's such a fucking...”, she pauses mid sentence, realizing that she’s airing her dirty laundry to a virtual stranger.
“Aaaah, sorry! I didn't mean for our first conversation to be about my problems,” she apologizes, hoping to salvage something out of this verbal catastrophe.
I laugh out loud, so Amy can clearly hear me. I say, “No worries, Amy! I don't have kids of my own, but I do understand how they can consume your time. I'm glad I finally had the guts to call you. I just wanted to tell you how happy I am, that you and the kids accepted my invitation to IHOP. So don't be mad at Amber. She did fine. Now, go finish your bath, and I’ll see you on Saturday.” I play the “good guy” card perfectly.
Amy, breathes a sigh of relief, and can't believe that Rex still wants to meet for breakfast. Shit, maybe this guy's legit. I sure hope so. He looks like a hunk in his corporate photo. “Okay, Rex. Thanks for the call. See you soon. Bye!” Amy confirms happily.
“I look forward to meeting you and the girls. Bye,” I respond with equal happiness, but mine is from knowing that this horny divorcee comes with three preteen girls.
I haven't fucked a preteen in a couple of years. The last one, crying and screaming bloody murder, vomited on me as I pumped her tight ass full of creamy, sperm-filled cum. I was really getting into fucking that tight little bitch, while her Mother watched me take her. But after that last ass pounding, her Mom got really protective, so I packed up and left Oklahoma really quickly.
I think this desperate woman will gladly take all the abusive love I can give her, and my generous monetary contributions for her family will get me unlimited sexual access to her three little girls.
It's Thursday afternoon, so on the way home, I stop at my local adult store, and pick up four tubes of KY jelly, four butt plugs with tails (fox, raccoon, bunny, horse) and a variety of other sizes and types, four ball gags, eight pairs of padded leather cuffs, two spreader bars (4' and 6'), ten rolls of bondage tape, and 100 feet of white nylon bondage rope. I'll need this stuff to train my newly acquired family.
Friday drags by at a snail's pace. Rather than bar hopping, I decided to go catch a baseball game. The local MLB team is doing well, and wins in extra innings. The anticipation of our first family date with Amy and the girls is driving me crazy. Somehow, I get to sleep about 1:00 A.M., and sleep until 7:00. Ready to launch my diabolical plan of seduction and debauchery, I drive a few miles to the IHOP.
I get there at about 8:45, and find that the girls are already waiting. They are all dressed very conservatively in their best sundresses. They’re all natural blondes; Amy with auburn hair, Amber with bright blonde locks, and the two younger girls are both towheads. They all have the most alluring sets of steel blue eyes. Amy looks great, but the girls, simply put, are heavenly. My dick gives an approving twitch, as I look at all the sizes and varieties of hot young pussy. One lustful divorcée, and three budding virgins just waiting for me to deflower them.
I'm dressed in a good pair of khaki shorts, a bright red Hawaiian shirt, and Keen sandals. I smile broadly as I walk up to the girls and their doe eyed mother. I guess I'm better than she hoped for. Taking her hand, I bring it up to my lips, kissing the back of it gently.
“Hi, Amy! I'm Rex. I'm so glad to finally meet you and the girls.” I give her my sensitive bachelor smile.
The girls, watching their mother blush a deep red, surround me in a loose semi-circle, Amber and AJ on her right, and a fidgeting, short-haired Abby on her left. Abby is twisting and turning, barely able to hold still. Finally, she pulls away from her mom, and, closing the short distance between us, wraps her small arms around my thigh.
She gives me a quick hug, and says, “Hi, Mr. Rex. My name is Abby. I'm seven, and you're really tall. Can I sit by Mr. Rex, Mommy, please!” she pleads impatiently.
Smiling, Amy says, “Abby, Mr. Rex doesn't know you yet. Maybe he likes sitting alone. He might be scared of little girls who grab him by the leg.”
Unaffected, Abby looks up at me before stating proudly, “Mommy, Mr. Rex isn't a scaredy cat, he's a boy! Everybody knows boys aren't scaredy cats. Huh, Mr. Rex?”
Resting my hand on Abby's skinny shoulder, I say, “I'm fine Amy. Abby's right, I'm not a scaredy cat. She's fine. Really,” I emphasize, looking at the other two wide-eyed girls.
I hold my hand out to a bewildered, sparkling-blue-eyed Amber, “And you must be Amber,” I say, bowing slightly when she takes my hand. Giving her hand a quick squeeze, I release it and turn to AJ.
AJ already has her hand out waiting for mine. “Well, AJ, last but not least, I’m happy to meet you too!” I return her happy smile. AJ watches intently with smoldering blue eyes as I take her hand, and, like Amber’s, I give it a quick squeeze.
Blushing a pretty shade of red, AJ lets go of my hand and blurts out, “Hi Mr. Rex! Mom says you're hot. Are you going to take her out on a date or something?” she asks unabashedly.
Standing back up, I smile at Amy. She looks at the entrance door, and back at me. I hold out my hand, and she relaxes and takes it without hesitation.
“Well ladies, let's get some breakfast! Then if it's okay with your Mom, maybe we can all go to the zoo. I've got special passes for the Penguin exhibit,” I announce to happy cheers from the girls. Amy gives me a thankful look of appreciation, as we head in toward a table set for five.
I lead the way, Abby having traded my thigh for my right hand. I walk around the table with Abby in tow and pick a chair where I can watch the large room of people eating breakfast. We blend right in; we’re like everyone else in the room. Just another family of five.
Abby sits down beside me on my right, still holding my hand. Eleven-year-old Amber settles in on my left. AJ sits where she can watch her Mom and me play out this morning's adult game. AJ is the hot one! Amber will be a fun piece of ass to take, over and over again. Little Miss Abby will be the innocent, eager-to-please-me one. But AJ will be the fuck-me-any-time, any-place, kinky-little-slut one. Throw in their horny mother, and my cock will have all the pussy it wants.
Our server soon shows up with menus and five glasses of ice water. The girls, giggling and having fun, order their favorite soft drinks. Amber the bold also gets a small orange juice. Amy gets coffee, and I ask for hot tea.
Our server disappears among the tables to get our drinks, and quickly returns with them and begins to take our orders. The girls all want pancakes, bacon, and sausage. Amy takes eggs over easy, bacon, and whole wheat toast. I order scrambled eggs, patty sausage, and hash browns.
After a few minutes, Abby decides that holding my hand isn't good enough. Hopping out of her chair she climbs into my lap, and, pulling her dress up, straddles my thigh. Smiling at this brash seven-year-old, I look over at a concerned Amy. Trying not to enjoy this too much, I quickly give her the “it's okay” look.
Down-playing this as much as possible, I begin a casual conversation with Amy and the other girls. It’s the basics: how's school going, how's work going, what's your favorite color, do you have a smartphone, what music do you listen to, and so on...
Just before our food is delivered, Abby reaches up and pulls my head down. “Mr. Rex. I need to go to the bathroom. Will you take me please?” she whispers, looking apprehensively at her mother.
Amy, listening intently, hears Abby's request, “Abigail Jean, it's not appropriate for Rex to take you to the bathroom! He's not your dad.” she scolds.
Abby tears up and begins to cry softly, leaning against my chest. Abby is definitely missing her dad. Wrapping my arm around her skinny shoulders, I look towards an uncertain Amy.
Amy is obviously distraught, and this painful reminder of her shithead husband is not helping me get into her pants. Pushing my chair back, I set Abby on the floor, and, hand-in-hand, we turn towards the bathrooms.
We stop at the doors. Abby looks up at the “Men” sign, and waits for me to open the door. Reaching out, I open the door while looking back at Amy and smiling encouragingly. Abby precedes me into the restroom. It’s lucky that we are alone. Abby walks up to one of the stalls and opens the door. Looking in, I make sure it's clean before letting her go in and do her business. Abby locks the door from the inside and drops her panties down around her ankles. She reaches down and takes them off. Seconds later, her Beauty and The Beast pink panties appear below the bottom of the blue-colored door.
Abby shakes her panties about, and says, “Mr. Rex! Please hold my panties. I don't want to get them dirty!” I reach down and take her warm panties from her hand. I decide to take a quick whiff, so I bring her pink panties up to my nose. Breathing deeply, I bathe my sense of smell in the ultra-sweet aroma of a preteen girl. Abby's heady ambrosia has me hard in seconds.
While my nose is still buried in her pink panties, I listen closely and hear Abby's watery tinkle of pee, as she urinates into the pot. I bring her panties down from my nose, and I slowly begin to deflate. Abby takes her time to wipe carefully before hopping off of the pot. She lowers her sundress, flushes the toilet, and unlocks the door.
She looks up at me, and slowly saunters out of the stall smiling happily. I smile back at her, then offer her the discarded pink panties.
She gives her head a quick shake. “Thanks Mr. Rex, but I need to air out, so can you put them in your pocket for now?” She seems unconcerned that we've just met.
Satisfied that I'm going to keep her panties, Abby walks over to the sink to wash her hands. A minute later, we are walking out of the bathroom, hand-in-hand. As we exit, I look up to see Amy and the girls watching us intently.
Now back at the table, Abby begins to tell her sisters all about her trip to the “Men’”restroom. They are soon laughing and giggling, lost in their own conversation about the merits and differences in plumbing fixtures.
Amy watches my every move, still not believing I'm not on my way out the door. I sit back down in my chair, and Abby climbs back into my lap. Seconds later, I have her warm, moist, preteen cunt pressed against the top of my muscular thigh. Abby sighs happily and begins to randomly move her little pussy along my leg. There's no doubt in my mind that Abby is secretly humping my leg. Abby's dad must have enjoyed this almost as much as I’m enjoying it now.
It's quite obvious that she has done this before. Unnoticed by her mother or her sisters, Abby slowly pleasures herself on my leg. My hands are out of sight, and I rest them on her narrow hips and push down, slowing her subtle motion.
She leans back against my chest. “Thanks for letting me sit in your lap, Mr. Rex!” she whispers softly.
Amy smiles across at us, enjoying the sight of a happy Abby. Abby's enjoyment is soon running down the sides of my leg. Unable to help myself, my cock is soon stiff as a board in my Khakis. Then, just as the food arrives, Abby's tiny body begins to shudder softly on top of my thigh. Beneath her skirt, Abby clamps her little legs together, and scoots back against my hard-on. Squeezing my leg tightly, she enjoys her quick little orgasm.
The server smiles at Abby sitting on my lap, and puts her pancakes-and-bacon plate alongside my scrambled eggs and bacon. I listen to Abby's detailed instructions, and soon have the three pancakes properly buttered, with plenty of syrup on top. Amber and AJ are both already digging in, as I finish up with Abby. I glance over at Amy, to see her glowing with approval. Abby's display of affection has helped me immensely. Amy is already convinced I'm a keeper.
I think I can advance my time table to next weekend. I'll need plenty of Viagra, some time release “Ecstasy,” plenty of sex toys for the girls, and several more tubes of KY jelly. Getting into her pants will be so easy.
Eating slowly, I trade playful looks with Amy. The girls finish long before us. Amber and AJ are watching their mother flirt with me. But little Abby is busy exploring the rock hard cock throbbing hotly behind her pantyless butt. Squeezing it through my Khakis, she tries to get her hand around it, but her hand is too small. She also can't do much behind her back without attracting unwanted attention.
Finally, Amber looks at her mom. “Mom, are you and Rex going to make goo-goo eyes for the rest of the day, or can we go to the zoo?” she asks, a bit miffed.
Amy and I chuckle at her boldness. I pick up our bill, and let Abby get up in front of me. Using her to block everyone's view of my cock tent, we walk up to the front and I pay for breakfast. By the time I finish paying for our meal, my cock has returned to an unhappy, flaccid state. The girls are happy and full of pancakes. Amy takes my left hand, while Abby has become permanently attached to my right.
As we walk up to her late model minivan, Amy reaches up and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Thanks, that was the nicest breakfast our family has had in quite some time,” she says. “So, girls,” she asks jokingly, “are we going to the zoo with Rex, or do we head for home?”
They clamor in one voice, “Zoo, zoo...we want the zoo!”
Amy and I load the excited girls into the van, and it’s no easy task, especially with Abby's death grip on my hand. With everyone else in the car ready to go, I finally get down on my knees in front of her.
“Okay Pumpkin,” I tell her, “we can't go to the zoo unless you get in the car. I promise to be waiting there for you!”
Abby sniffles. “Okay, but I just want to ride with you,” she complains.
“Listen, it won't be long before you can ride with me. But let your mom get used to having me around first. Also, take these and put them on in the car. If she catches you without them, I won't be allowed to see you again. Okay?” I tell her, handing her pink panties back to her. I give her a quick hug, and Abby turns and gets into the back of the van. I close the door, and then walk around to Amy.
I lean through the window, and give Amy a quick peck on the lips, “That was the best breakfast I've had in a very long time. Thanks!” I paused. “See you at the zoo. The west lot shouldn't be crowded, this time of the morning.” I let her know where I'm going to park.
I get into my Beamer, and we drive to the zoo. Amy does a good job of shadowing me. We parked side-by-side, and the two older girls, who weren’t trapped in child's seats, beat Abby to my hands. Abby runs around the end of the minivan and screeches to an angry stop. Her two older sisters glare back at her.
Expecting blood in the water, I kneel down. “Okay, Abby up you go! The littlest one always gets a piggyback ride.” I encourage Abby, who breaks into a full out, sundress-flying sprint.
Abby stops a few feet from my back, displays a bright toothy smile of triumph, and saunters her way across the remaining gap to crawl into position. She loops her arms around my neck and locks her legs around my waist, and I stand up. Amy, quietly laughing at the girls, locks her minivan’s doors. She catches up, and walks just in front of us. Her nicely shaped butt wiggles pleasantly beneath her white sun dress.
The zoo is a blast! Feeding the Penguins is by far the highlight of the day. The girls, full of cotton candy, popcorn, ice cream, and of course plenty of soda, are tuckered out after four hours of non-stop fun. Abby is out for the count, her head resting on my shoulder. I carry her out to the car. Amber and AJ are not far behind. In the parking lot, I kneel down in front of them and I get a kiss and a hug from each. Abby hangs in my arms, not wanting to let me go.
Finally, Abby, sniffling again, pulls away from me. “When are we going to see you again?” she asks pathetically.
I pull her close and whisper in her ear, so only she can hear, “Soon Princess, I promise! And next time, I’ll let you sit in my lap again.”
Abby smiles mischievously, gives me a parting peck, and gets into the minivan. I stand up slowly, watching Amy. She smiles warmly and flows into my arms. Amy is soft. Her medium-size tits are pressed against my well muscled chest. Amy feels really good! It's been a few months since I held an attractive woman in my arms, someone who wasn't an expensive, high-end whore, anyway. She looks deep into my baby blues. “So Rex, when are we going to see you again?” she asks, more than a little hopeful.
I squeeze her tight and lean my head down to softly kiss her waiting lips. Her heated response isn't unexpected, but it's intensity is most welcome. Amy grabs a handful of my hair and crushes my lips with hers for a long and hard kiss good-bye. Breathing unevenly, we finally break apart.
Returning her deep penetrating look, I tell her, “Work is busy this week! How about dinner Friday night. Say 8:00 P.M.? I'll swing by and pick you up. Will Giovanni’s, on the west side, be okay?” I ask between heated breaths.
Amy smiles unhappily, “Okay. I was hoping for a little sooner, but I can wait until Friday. Make sure you bring your toothbrush.” She brightens at her own lewd innuendo.
I smile quite happily. “Okay, Amy! It's a date. Are you sure the girls will be okay with this? I don't want to rush you guys. We can take it slower if you want.”
Amy pulls me close again, reaches between my legs, and grabs a handful of cock and balls.
She squeezes them gently, “Oh, my! You are big... How did you like Abby? She is such a fucking little minx. I figured out Abby's little game long ago. She misses her daddy sorely!” Amy pauses, running her hand up and down the now hardened length of my cloth covered cock, “So Mr. Rex,” she asks sweetly, “did you give her her panties back, or did you keep them to sniff at home?”
I smile most evilly, enjoying Amy's erotic touch. “I gave them back. I didn't want to cause her mother any undue alarm. I would very much like to deepen our friendship, but keeping Abby's pink panties didn’t seem to be the way to get into yours,” I reply.
Amy smiles at my answer, and calls over her shoulder, “Abby!”
“Yes, Mama!” Abby yells from the back seat.
“Bring me your pink panties, baby!” She instructs her youngest, calmly. “Mr. Rex wants to keep them until Friday.”
Amy releases my genitals and turns toward the van as Abby hops out. Abby, all smiles, clutches her pink panties proudly, and walks up to her mother.
“Thank you Sweetness! You can give them to Mr. Rex, if you want,” she encourages Abby.
Abby walks around her Mother and hands me her panties. Smiling happily, she looks at my crotch and the swollen member hiding in my cock tent.
With her usual, childish enthusiasm, Abby says, “Mr. Rex, your thingy is hard again! Are you going to put it into my mama? My daddy did, all the time. I think you'll make a good daddy for my mama. I like you... Ooooh, and Amber and AJ like you too!” she blathers on quickly, before her mother can stop her.
“Abigail, that's enough!” Amy says. “What Mr. Rex does with his thingy is none of your business, young lady. Say good-bye to Mr. Rex. We need to head home, Pumpkin.”
Panties in hand, I kneel in front of this promiscuous young lady, and Abby rushes into my arms. My growling bear hug has her giggling within seconds. Amber and AJ decide to join in, and with all three giggling happily, I gently herd them toward the minivan. I give each of them another kiss and a hug, before closing the door.
I take Amy's hand, and lead her towards the driver-side door. Amy waits patiently and lets me open the door for her. Before she ducks into the minivan, I'm captured by her infectious smile. I'm beginning to believe I've underestimated this charming MILF, and probably her daughters too. I soon feel her body molded onto mine, her arms around my neck, and I descend towards her waiting lips. I simply forego any remaining caution, reach behind Amy, and wrap my hands around the cheeks of her very firm ass. Squeezing and kneading the firm flesh beneath Amy's white sundress, she breaths a heated sigh of welcome into my mouth. Our tongues slither about in the ageless dance of new lovers, together at last in the warm, moist, darkness of our heated kiss.
The girls are all crowded into the front seats, giggling and laughing as I grope their Mother's tight ass. As our heated kiss ends, Amber taunts, “Way to go Mom! He had a death grip on your butt. Does he still have a woody? I bet he does!”
Amy pulls away, and I loosen my death grip on her nice ass. “Girls, enough!” she says. “Get back in your seats and buckle up.” She groans in frustration, trying to get control of herself, “You can see what I have to put up with. We need a man in our lives! If you want the job, there's no strings attached, honestly. I'm not looking for another husband. You can enjoy me, and still have the fringe benefits of my crazy girls. Think it over. Okay?” She finishes by giving me a quick peck on the lips, before getting into the minivan.
Amy starts the van, and backs up. All four girls wave a happy good-bye. I watch the van drive away, missing their craziness already. The girls’ van is long gone when I walk over to my BMW. I get in, and suddenly I feel quite alone as I drive home.