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My Uncle's Will
by ZWolfen (zwolfen@gmail.com)
***
The black sheep Uncle leaves his unknowing nephew a
business opportunity in his will. The nephew wonders if
his morality is up to it. (FFm, ped, bi, voy, swinger,
beast, ws)
***
PART 1
It had been two weeks since moving into my new-to-me
townhouse. I finally had unpacked and had furniture
more or less where I wanted it. The new HDTV's would be
delivered on Monday and I'd decide where the armchairs
and sofa would go when the monitors had been set up.
This day was for the rec center and the pool. My
retirement hadn't gotten boring yet, but signs were
there. I'd bought the townhouse from the widow of an
old friend. She was moving to be closer to her kids and
just wanted it sold.
I'd spent four months with new paint, carpet and other
upgrades. I wasn't yet sure I wanted to stay year-round
in Palm Springs but this would sure work for the winter
months. It had changed a lot. The old timers had moved
on and the younger crowds were frequenting the new
clubs and stores and nightlife was evident. Even the
complex I was now a part, had a decent population of
younger folk... at least younger than my fifty-five
years. Ten years ago, this place would had all been the
AARP crowd. Now they even allowed kids. "Not many lived
there but a lot visited" ... that was part of the
place's hype. I got a deal and will make money on it.
I had just spread out my towel on a chaise and was
getting comfortable when the registered letter was
delivered. I signed for it and grinned as the mail guy
ogled the collection of bikini gals around the pool. I
didn't know any of them except to say, "Hi." My co-op
President had informed me that there were a number of
divorcees and widows in residence at the complex. There
hadn't been many guys or couples walking around.
The letter was from some law firm in Northern Cal. My
uncle had died, which I knew, and left me some real
estate, which I didn't know until then. My dad's
younger brother had been the Black Sheep. A nice guy
but not "responsible" by the family standards. My dad
had often loaned him money that was never paid back but
it never bothered my dad. I checked the property
description that had been enclosed with the will. It
was in Yucca Valley, about forty minutes East of Palm
Springs. I didn't know my uncle ever lived in
California, let alone actually seemed to have owned
property outright.
The description was of small strip mall with six
business renters and one vacancy that was titled in my
uncle's name. He had a business in his business.
Whatever it all was, it now seemed to belong to me.
There was a sealed letter along with the other
documents. It was addressed to me.
JJ-
Your Dad was always very kind and understanding to me.
I was never able to pay back the money I owed him and
when he passed, I was too ashamed to attend the funeral
services. I knew you'd understand but others wouldn't.
This property is all I have that's worth a plug nickel.
The renters are good people and always on-time with
their payments. The structure is in good shape. I tried
to start a business in the one vacant shop but it never
quite took off. Please see that the materials you find
there are returned to the owners. It'll all be clear to
you when you visit the store. I left a manila envelope
for you in the back office. It has info. I hope you
don't think ill of me for what I was going to do.
Uncle Toby
Man of few words...worrisome words at that... I was now
really curious. I checked everything else and found the
small, coin envelope with keys in it. It was marked
store. Told me nothing. There was a phone number for
the lawyer's office. May as well call. I celled the
number inside. The sexy female voice routed me to one
of the senior partners. He explained further but not
quite far enough and gave me the directions to the
little mall. I thanked him and told him I would be in
touch when I had checked out the place.
I decided to wait until the next day and went back out
to the pool to ponder my new-found whatever. Running a
shop of ANY kind was NOT an option. I'd been through
Yucca Valley some years ago. It was itself, a strip
city that had about four actual stoplights. Discount
stores, gas stations and all the small town usuals...
it reeked of boredom just driving through it.
I vowed to try and keep an open mind as I watched the
parade of medical marvels in bikinis wander around the
pool. There was enough silicone to float a small navy.
I wondered if these were the MILFs I'd read about on
the Internet? I was just about to doze when I heard a
soft voice. "Hi. I'm Allison. You're the new guy in
Mrs. Davis' old place. It looks great. That's the
nicest place in this layout. I tried to buy it a couple
of times but Mrs. Davis wasn't ready to sell.
Congratulations."
I looked over my sunglasses. Allison was blocking the
sun but I still couldn't quite make her out. I sat up
and shook her offered hand.
"I guess I caught her at the right time. I'm John. JJ
for short."
"Ally. Welcome to the hood." Ally was tall. Maybe five
ten. She was also extremely attractive and well-built.
If she had been "enhanced", it was excellent work.
Long, strawberry hair that looked real to me. Her tiny
bikini hid almost nothing. I caught myself ogling and
she just smiled. "Thanks. Gal never minds the looks of
a handsome man. May I join you?" Without waiting for a
response, she spread her towel on the adjacent chaise
and lay down. Her large tits moved and settled as she
lay back. Doubtful silicone there.
I lay back and we chatted for about an hour before she
asked me for dinner that night. I hadn't bought food
yet so I accepted. Seven was the time. She was a decent
cook and used fresh stuff. Sometime in there, I'd asked
her to ride along up to Yucca the next day. No
goodnight kiss but a road trip. Gas is like flowers.
"This is REALLY a nice ride. But if you spend much time
in it with the top down, buy lotion in quantity.
Likewise with sunscreen." We were on our way up to the
high desert and Yucca Valley. I looked at Allie... for
about the fiftieth time since I'd picked her up. Her
skin was perfect. That I had noticed at the pool. Her
tan was perfect... also the pool. But in something like
real short shorts and a rotten T thing... BILF. She was
right about having the top down on the MG. I could feel
the moisture fleeing from every pore but the little '54
TD was perfect for Palm Springs. At least for a scoot-
about... we were heading for camel country.
"I feel it already. How do you do it? You look...
glowing." She tossed her loose hair and laughed.
"Not me, JJ. I get sprayed twice a month and wallow in
SPF 9000 when I'm in the sun. The paint job is fake,
the rest is all me. All original."
I laughed at her car-guy thing. I wasn't really, I knew
little about how they work and nothing when they break.
But I can afford to have them fixed by people that do
know those things and we appreciate what they are...
NICE RIDES.
It was good Ally was along...my new asset wasn't on the
Main Drag. But it was well-maintained and the mini-
mart, ice-cream parlor, smoke shop, hair-nail salon,
sub/pizza shop...it was all covered. The quick
conveniences of day-to-day. My uncle's vacancy was at
the far end. The blinds were drawn. There was nothing
to indicate what it may have been or what it might
become. "Video store." Ally was looking at me fumbling
with the keys.
"What?" I finally got the right peg in the right hole.
"Video store. It's the only thing missing from this
little collection." I got the door open and stood back
as the hot, dry, air escaped to more hot, dry, air. I
took a chance Uncle Toby didn't owe the mob money and
flicked the light switch. Lime green lights went on
around the low ceiling. There was another switch.
"Let's leave the others off for now." Allie walked in
and looked around. There wasn't much to see. I few
scraps of paper, sand, which was always everywhere. The
interior had been recently drywalled, painted and new
electrical outlets. The green lighting looked new.
It was ready for whatever it was supposed to do. One
change was being checked out by Allie. The back office
looked overly large for such a smallish space. She
clicked on the green ceiling light as we walked in.
There was a plain but sturdy desk and generic office
chair. Ally walked to the desk and picked up the large,
manila envelope. "It's for you." She tossed it to me
and it was hefty.
I sat on the edge of the desk. The seal was good so I
slit it with my pocket knife. I pulled the stack of
papers out and set them on the desk. There was a sealed
#10 envelope on top. open first was written on it. Ally
had walked back out side as I opened the envelope and
blew the sand off the chair before sitting. It was one
page, folded and handwritten in my Uncle's printing...
JJ..glad you made it this far. Before you explore
further, the contents of the envelope, there's a button
under the front of the desk. Push it and it'll make the
rest easier to understand...Toby
"Something's weird..." Ally walked back in and I handed
her the letter. I slid the chair forward and looked
before feeling. Desert critters can bite you and it
hurts. I saw the button... she finished reading, "this
office is too small. Where's the rest of it?" I pushed
the button and a well-concealed door opened behind me.
"Bitchen!" Ally walked in as I admired the
craftsmanship of the door set-up. I followed as she
turned on a light...neon overheads. "I WAS RIGHT!!!"
The small room had four, floor-to-ceiling, shelves.
Only one of the four had videos...one shelf had DVD's.
Nothing visible as to what.
"They all just have numbers... looks library-like... or
my PIN." Ally would have a 12-digit PIN. "Hey. Check
this." I joined her in the very back corner at the end
of empty shelves. It was another door. It looked steel,
fireproof security thing. "I'll bet you drinks and
dinner in this wonderful sandbox town...That door opens
into the place next door... the hair/nail salon." She
was right. The door had a deadbolt lock... with a
number pad key. "Speaking of PINS." I went back into
the bigger room. Ally followed, turning off the neon.
"I have no clue what this is all about. I'll find out
but would you mind staying up here tonight? I'll be
happy to drive you back if you want... it's all
downhill." Ally grinned and pulled her cell phone from
her "REALDEAL" cleavage. She flicked and pressed.
"Hank... Ally. You too... I'm in town with a friend. We
need a place for one... maybe two nights. In the
corner, in the dark, babycakes...OH! And I need your
garage, Sam. Please... you're sweet... to Max, too."
Press-flick. "Listen, hon. This is family stuff you're
doing. If you're gonna wine and dine me and we're
pitching tent... this BYLF needs a few things...
Gimme." She held out her hand.
"BYLF?"
"Bitch You'd Like to Fuck... gimme the keys." I looked
into her green eyes, handing her the keys. "Thanks.
It's nice to know you trust me. I'll get a cab. I'll
drive it some other time. The Desert Palm is East on
Main... about two blocks. Hank'll take care of the
baby." Handing me back the keys, she kissed my dry
cheek, "I'll get plenty of lotion." She left the door
ajar on exit, cellphone to ear. The rear view was good,
too and she was right... BILF.
I left the whatever and locked the door. Ally was
getting into a cab as I walked to the mini-mart. No ice
meant beer instead of gin and tonic and I got a 6-pack
along with a waaaay over-priced box of trash bags. Back
at the whatever, I figured out that all the power was
on and the phone line was live. Figuring out the
computerized A/C controls, I set it for low and blow...
the unit was also a humidifier. Uncle Toby had spent
some money. Sitting in the office, I popped a top and
waited for a little cool before my paperwork. What had
Toby been fucking with that might make me think "ill"
of him? I never thought much about him at all!
It was almost five before I made it to the motel. Hank
was enamored of the MG and gladly offered his garage to
shield it from the always blowing sand. He handed me
the other key to the suite and said Ally was already
there. I had a lot on my mind. I had the big, manila
envelope and papers with me in a trash bag along with
randomly chosen VHS tapes and a couple of DVD's. I also
took my laptop from behind the seat. It could play the
DVD's if the place no longer had a tape player.
Hank said the ice machine was just down the hall so I
stopped and filled a plastic bucket to go with the
Bombay Gin and Schweppes's tonic from the package
store. I had also picked up some decent glasses...
still plastic but sturdy and holding more than two
ounces. My hands were full so I kicked firmly on the
suite door. Ally opened it and took the bag of booze.
"Provisions. I like a man who provides for his mate."
Ally was wearing what I guessed to be a big, multi-
colored scarf, tied over one shoulder like a sarong on
the ROAD TO BALI.
Dorothy Lamour never looked as good. I set the ice and
glasses on the bar. The suite was spacious but minimal
in appointments. "I got you some stuff. It's on the
bed. Take a shower. I'll bring you a drink." I looked
at her. Nothing to suggest that she was concerned at
what I might have discovered among all the papers. I
didn't know if I had issues with her or not.
Ally had laid out some new khaki shorts, decent cotton
shirts and a package of underwear. A small package of
travel-sized toiletries was also there. I wondered how
she knew about my underwear? The sizes were correct.
The shower felt great and I was covered in soap when I
sensed the shower door open. "Your drink is on the
counter. Also a bottle of lotion. Use it." I heard the
door close. I would save the questions for after
dinner.
Dinner was edible. Ally got more than her share of
stares. She'd added heeled sandals to the scarf/sarong
and it made her legs even more fantastic. The sarong
hinted she might be naked underneath but never shifted
enough to prove it. We were on the small patio, outside
the suite, sipping Jack Daniels which Ally had bought.
Her long legs were crossed and the slit in the sarong
left her bare to the hip. Proof enough for me.
"I never knew my uncle Toby that well. I have no clue
why he left that place to me. I went through the
papers. I think I have it figured out but if I'm right,
you already know what it's about...Is there a reason
you never said something?" Ally sipped her drink and
looked at me. She set down the glass and uncrossed her
legs. I was treated to an unobstructed view of her
baby-smooth pussy. I stared and she didn't care.
"We didn't know you, either. I decided to wait and see
what you would do. I didn't have keys for the store. I
knew it was up here but I'd never been there. Hank knew
but I didn't really care at first. We needed to get
inside. You know why. Toby was a decent guy. The idea
was mine and he went along with it. You can be pissed
at me but not him." I still wasn't sure if I was pissed
or not. "I'm impressed you seem to have figured it
out... now what?" I wasn't sure I had figured it out...
and I sure as hell didn't know what?
"Let me make sure I have figured this out before I
answer that." Ally stood, offering another view and
poured us a drink and fresh ice. When she sat, her legs
were once again apart. She knew and so did my cock. Her
expression was neutral. I began my re-cap. Toby was
getting into some sort of video porn thing. Not just
the usual adult video crap... he was doing custom
videos.
Part of the paperwork was an inventory list. It matched
the numbers on the tapes and DVD's. I'd figured that
the first three digits indicated the person who was
concerned with the tape or DVD. The list referred to
another sheet that gave a list of initials and
addresses and phone numbers. I had noticed that a lot
of the addresses were in the condo complex that Ally
and I lived and her address and initials jibed. She
knew.
There was also a "key" that provided a code to the vid
contents. I never considered myself a prude. I pretty
much had the outlook that if it was "consensual and no
one got hurt, do it if it feels good." The key
indicated that a variety of "alternative lifestyles"
were subjects of the videos. Unless I was way out in
left field without a mitt, they included incest, under-
age kids, bi-sexual involvement and even animals. A
couple of the keys I hadn't a clue. I wasn't shocked or
appalled. Confused about my uncle but I wasn't a
chimp... I knew there was a market for such things.
The Internet was a godsend to the adult industry like
any other industry. Renting a video had been as much as
I had been involved in the industry. That and some web
browsing. Toby was getting into marketing... as was
Ally and some others. I concluded my re-cap. Ally
freshened our drinks but this time, before she sat
down, she undid the knot on the sarong and laid it on
her chair. Naked except for her heeled sandals, she sat
back down, her legs apart. I relished the view and my
cock stirred some more.
"You have it, at least most of it. It was my idea.
Well... me and a couple of the other sluts at the
complex. I ran into Toby at a bar in the Springs. He
was cool and told me about the store. I was the one
that suggested the rest. That door in the back does
open to the hair/nail salon. It's a small video studio
and duplicating equipment. Let me see the tapes and
DVD's you brought." I retrieved the random selections
and handed them to her, not being shy at ogling her
nude, great bod. She looked at the coded numbers. "Get
your laptop, we'll watch this one and you can decide."
She had selected one of the DVD's. I set up my laptop
on the table and inserted the disk. I moved my chair so
she could see the 17" screen but she moved to sit on my
lap. I felt her naked ass squirming on my stirring
cock. "It's nice to share." She kissed me lightly as I
pressed the PLAY button. "No jokes about the credits.
We made improvements since this one. It's all about
content, not flash and effects." One effect was making
my cock hard.
The video was definitely "amateur". The picture quality
was above average in my limited opinion. The content I
hadn't seen before. The first scene was Ally and
another woman. They were both naked and did a lesbian
thing with tongues, fingers and fists and toys. Before
it ended, Ally had me remove my shorts and underwear.
She nestled back into my lap with my hard cock resting
on her damp pussy as the next scene started.
This one also had Ally and the same woman but this
time, they were joined by a large dog. He looked to be
a Golden Retriever. He was definitely a "he" as the
women stroked his sheath and began sucking his cock as
it emerged. They both sucked him and made a show for
the camera by taking his pre-cum spurts on their
tongues and swallowing. The Ally got on all fours and
her partner helped the dog to mount her. He fucked her
like a machine as she moaned with pleasure. Her gal pal
licked her asshole and at the fluids dripping from her
stretched cunt. The dog yelped and even I knew he was
shooting his load into Alley's cunt. Her pal sucked out
the doggie juice as the cock popped free and then they
helped the dog lick his cock clean. My cock was on the
verge.
The next scene came up and Ally shifted, slowly taking
my cock into her dripping cunt. "One more scene." I had
my own scene about to play as well. I felt her cunt
muscles massaging my shaft. The last scene again had
Alley. This time, her partners were two girls... maybe
ten or so, also naked. The "plot" was the older Ally
teaching the young girls about girl-on-girl sex.
Smooth, pre-teen pussies were licked and fingered and
Ally was licked and fisted by both girls. It ended with
both girls squatting and peeing into Ally's open mouth.
My cock filled her cunt with my orgasm as she squirmed
and gushed her own juices.
My cock softened and slid from her cunt. Ally tossed
the melted ice from her glass onto the patio and stood
up. Facing me, she bent her knees and handed me the
glass. "Hold this." I took the glass and as if I'd done
it before, held the glass under her dripping pussy. She
used her hands to massage her taut belly and my cum and
her sex juices ran out of her cunt and into the glass.
She used her fingers to retrieve the last drops and
licked them clean.
"Thanks." She took the glass and set it on the table
before going to her knees to lick and suck my cock
clean. Then she stood and downed the contents of the
glass, including wiping the cloudy coating from the
inside with her fingers and licking them clean. "Your
cum is good. That pretty much showed you what we we're
up to... I have my gal pals at the complex and we use
their kids or in some cases, grandkids, to play. The
dog is one of four we use. One of them belongs to Hank.
He knows it all and often watches us. We come up here
every so often to do shows for him and a few of his
buddies.
We don't do it for the money, although Toby thought we
could make a LOT of it. We do it because we like it and
we were doing videos of our playtime and exchanging
them with people before I even met Toby. It got bigger
when he introduced me to Kim... Kim Chou... she owns
the hair salon and now we have added her and kids she
knows in our play. It was her idea to set up the small
studio in her place to be able to do videos there. It's
up to you, JJ. I can make sure all the vids get back to
the right people if that's what you want. Those are the
Masters. We didn't know demand. We're going to continue
doing what we like whether you want to join in or not.
The videos add to the sexual rush. The money is
incidental."
She picked up the glass again and held it between her
legs. Her piss stream almost filled it. Then she looked
right at me as she slowly drank it down... as if it
were white wine, not yellowish piss.
"Of course you can turn us all in to the Man and walk
away." I looked back at her. I stood up and pulled her
to me. We played tonsil hockey with our tongues as I
felt her tits and hard nipples. She rubbed her still
wet pussy on my cock as we kissed and groped. Stepping
back, I poured another round.
"No promises but let's see how it goes. I'll get you a
set of keys for the store." I felt both angst and
arousal. I was too old to do serious time for illegal
porn. But I wasn't too old to enjoy it. Ally came over
and hugged me not with lust but with...
"Let's go to bed." Who slept where in the suite was
solved. We nestled and I was asleep before Ally could
distract me...if she even bothered to try.
***
Morning dawned. I was already up. I'd left Ally to
sleep after admiring her relaxed figure with long hair
spread over the pillow in the morning sun. She looked
"angelic"- not perverted. I wondered, as I made coffee,
if I was now a pervert? There was a knock... it was
Hank with brown bags of something.
"Breakfast. Ally ordered it last night." He turned and
left. Ally was coming out of the bedroom as I went to
the bar. She looked amazing. Her hair was glowing and
disheveled. WILD CHILD and sexy. I poured her coffee
and she dug into the bags. Fresh bagels, cream cheese
and salmon lox. She didn't look ... naked. The body oil
enhanced what was already good.
"JJ... if you want, you can drive back today. I'm going
to stay and go over some things with Hank. I'll need
the new keys. He'll drive me back." I had no reason to
wonder. "I want you to take all the vids back with you
until we find out what we're going to do." My day was
planned as she went to her knees to suck my cock. I
filled her mouth with cum and she swallowed it
greedily. "Here. I called her already. It's Natalie...
Nat. She was the other slut in the video. The kids were
hers'. Call her when you get back." She handed me a
slip of paper with Natalie's name and phone. "She's my
cohort in a lot of this. Here..." I took a bite of the
bagel.
The MG was much happier driving back down to Palm
Springs. I had a couple of trash bags of stuff in the
foot-well and was trying to figure out if what I was
thinking might also be trash. One thing was sure, Uncle
Toby didn't dream this one up. He didn't have the
imagination. Neither did I. But it sure had
attractions. I needed more than my laptop before I made
a rash decision. I didn't tell Allison about the other
DVD I'd found. My laptop didn't have the software. My
desktop did. May as well enjoy the drive, meet Nat and
then see what the DVD was about. I had a hunch but was
I the shell or the pea in Ally's Enterprises?
I felt cooler after the shower and prescribed oiling.
It bugged me that I hadn't noticed Natalie and her kids
at the complex... but then I hadn't been to the
complex... just my complexities that had me make a
call. I was careful not to drip on the paper. "Hi, JJ.
It's Nat... hang on... kids... quiet... back...The slut
said you'd call."
"Nice to meet you...my compliments." she was excellent
DVD content.
"Whoa... no biggie... listen. Ally wanted me to tell
you that she programmed hers and my number into your
cell. I know where you live. It's a ten minute walk.
Wanna come over for a dip and sip?" If for no other
reason, to find out what it was.
"Sure...can I..."
"Nope. Ally gave me your e-mail. I'll send you
directions. Dress brief." Lost signal or hung up. I did
the latter and went to brief. I still hadn't unpacked
the disc. I had mail...and an attachment... the
directions and a TRUE Kodak Moment of her in her
bikini... one of her many and varied bikinis as the
attachment was a folder of her posing in the them.
I remembered her now. She had been with different co-
stars when I saw her at the pool parade. Nat walked a
lot faster than me. But I was also looking around and
trying not to trip over unfamiliar curbs, ramps and
"botanical emergents" roots. I felt less naked at the
pool. Twenty minutes later, I approached one of the
newest, high rises. Four floors was max when Rose's was
built. I was ground floor-corner, quaint patio and
pots...I keep it for Rose. Nat's was twice the
footprint... and eight floors.
It turned out that "brief" meant the time to undress.
Natalie answered the door naked. This time I recognized
her from the DVD. "C'mon in, it's cooler... clothing
optional. The girls are around someplace." I watched
her nice butt as it led the way. Someplace was a lot
bigger than my place. The dip was us getting into the
option-free, master bath-tub. Made me ponder the
previous Master as I got into the...just a tad-over-
cool, idly bubbling water. But it didn't feel like
water water. "My ex said it was vinaigrette. He was an
ass. It's a mineral oil/water, mixture. The system is
total lied sealed and can be adjusted to suit as it
were. My ass... ex... never got that. I thought this
would feel good after the desert. Alley says you do
good oil." The sip was a generous G&T, "Bombay... Alley
said it had to be Bombay."
"Alley has said a lot. I saw you last night on the DVD
but didn't recognize you...I did in the pics and..." I
paused as the lights dimmed.
"Programmed. Another accessory that was ass over...
over ex's head."
"Nice. I thought it was the drugs. Excellent beverage.
Do you own the building or just the ground floor?" Nat
did a great spit-take. Someplace was a LOT bigger than
my place.
"It's a mutt. Ass... erector less.. ex was one of the
partners when they did this phase. You're in the first
phase. I now own two-thirds of the ground floor. Ass...
ex's ass... ex secretary owns the other third. It used
to belong to ass... ex's ass... ex partner. Set your
drink on the edge for a sec." Bath toys?
"I never liked boats in the tub. I never really liked
baths in the bath tub...shower me. This building would
normally have had six, three-bedroom, 3.5 baths and a
combined out-door area of... a lot of outdoor area.
This place is a BIG place! This liquid...both liquids
are elixirs..." I set down my glass. She pushed some
buttons and the "whatever makes the water-like, tub-
fill", do what it does, did a few things at once. It
went to ice-smooth calm amazingly fast first.
"Adjustments and options. If you just lay back and
relax, you'll float. I have a duck." I liked Nat. We
scissored her legs over mine and made a diamond. It
gave me a whole new slant to "diving into second".
Before I could voice it, I was afloat. "Changed the
buoyency of the solution. Like in the Dead Sea or
whatever...only a lot less salt. Just a pinch..." Nat
pinched her hardening nipple. "Ally said... we
talked... she likes you. For whatever... I met Rose
when my ass... ex... was shoving this monument through
zoning. Rose is why ass... ex... is 'kiss my ass'." She
used yummy visual aids. "She knew this area was
changing... great stories... just so you know...I do it
because I like doing it. The girls like doing it. I
showed Ally about dogs. Hank was one of the subs on
this building... contractors." She responded to my
thought pun. "I used his dog first. Jake...the dog...
came to work with him and sat on the tool box in his
pick-up. Hank's a hick but he's a gentleman and knows
all the locals... anyway... that was ten years ago. I
hold the record for this phase... longevity... also
dogs... Listen..."
I looked at her long fingers and heard.
"What? The tub?" Nat was not amused. Then I heard it.
Little people noises. They weren't my little people so
I didn't know what it meant.
"It's the girls. I told them they had to wait to meet
you until we had a chance to talk. We had the chance
and a talk, just not about them."
"It's a BIG tub." Nat grinned and bent her knees,
crossing her ankles. It looked like she was floating...
the old Hindu image.
"The slut and I like to do this with a lot of make-
up... its fun to watch. It's our 'slutty carpet ride'
routine." I moved my legs to one side... my knees get
the bends when I bend them.
"You have routines? Takin the show on the road are we?"
Nat winked and wiggled her tits.
"Ok babies. No splashing. This isn't bathtime." The two
girls from the DVD walked gently to the tub. They had
been watching from the door behind me. As they sat on
the edge, their ripe pussies were displayed. "Wait a
sec, girls. Let me adjust a couple of things. Say hi
and show JJ your pussies." I looked at Nat and she
winked.
"Hi, JJ. I'm Keri..." she put her feet on the edge of
the tub and parted her pussy petals with her fingers. A
rose is...
"I'm Jackie.." another rose. Nat was enjoying the
introductions. Her knees were bent and she was rubbing
her own rose.
"Go ahead. They taste yummy." I knew rose petals were
edible. I took turns licking at the little pussies. Nat
was right. They put their tiny feet on my shoulders as
I licked and tongued them. Natalie paddled over and
joined me. "Watch. She slowly put two fingers of each
hand into the tight, teenlette openings. The girls slid
forward to take more. No wonder so many accidents
happen in the home. "You can fuck them later. Let them
suck you off and I'll show you around outside." I sat
back and the water babies made their mother proud with
their deep throat skills. I toasted the performance
with my cum and they drank up. They cuddled with their
mom and played with Nat's nipples. "I've got a decent
DVD of them milking me...let's get a drink." The babies
led the way to the kitchen. It was a long walk. The
girls got some sort of "health-cicles" and permission
to "go watch vids."
I got a fresh drink and a tour. It was big. "Let's go
outside." Still naked, we went out onto the grass...it
wasn't grass... good, fake grass. It was low-lit around
the high-fenced perimeter. It was a no mooner night and
our 40W seemed the only other light. The night biters
noticed too. "Let's walk." .Nat stayed to the fence
side and as my eyes adjusted, I saw the layout. This
long-side of the fenced grounds was totally one inside
the fence. "It's how the I got the variant to put up
the higher fence..."we" essentially owned it all...
speaking of we..." we...she and me... had just rounded
the corner. We approached a well-lit, well-built, naked
woman, lying under the well-lights as if moon-
tanning..."This creature of the night is Stashya...
genuine Russian bride... You know, Stash...for a night
person, you seem drawn to the light...are you a moth?"
Nat nudged me and we moved to either side of the prone
light focus. Stash slowly spread her legs and put her
feet on the fake grass. Maybe it was the lights. The
only flaw- it was shitty light for staring.
"Speaking of old bats... the bed at the rec center is
bulbing out. This is mine. The new guy?" I was being
squinted at. I wasn't squinting.
"Stashya...JJ...JJ...Stashya." We leaned to the other
and shook...she just hands...me?... other places too.
"Yup. Stash, here, was born in Moscow, Russia, U.S.S.
of R. Cold-war baby..." Stash had returned to her
basking as Nat's biologue continued...she began to do
to herself what I wanted her to do to herself..."Our
Stash wasn't cold for long. Four...four year-old Stash,
here, lost her cherry to her gymnastics coach while the
wife watched"...Stash had four fingers in her cunt as
she scissored her legs and glared at Nat..."Red Slut
was being groomed for the Olympics. She won a
gold...even an Olympic Gold"...using her other hand,
Stash was assaulting her impressive clit...her abs were
more impressive...she was softly grunting as she
glared..."Look at that gut...no fat-slut commie
here...hard bod...watch."
Nat reached down and slowly began to twist Stash's
right nipple...leaning over...they were nose-to-nose...
eye-to-eye...Nat unblinking...Stash glaring and
snarling..."watch...her cunt..." I tore my eyes
from the glare-down as Stash opened her mouth...Nat's
spit was running in as I then focused on the busy
intersection...Stash's legs went stiff...her fist
popped from her cunt and a stream worthy of a lawn
commercial spurted from the well-stretched sprinkler.
Two more followed..."She won a gold medal for that
when she was eleven."...Nat straightened up and took
a gulp of her drink... "Have a nice night, Stash."
This part of the tour was over...I heard a breathy
voice.
"You're still jealous, capitalist cum cunt...nice
meeting you, JJ."
"I am."
"Am what?" We had made the lap and were nearing one of
the many sliding doors to Nat's Nest.
"Jealous. I'd loved to squirt like that. It's
delicious. She swears it was sex olympics for the
Russian Olympic Team. One of many girls and some
boys..varying ages...they were provided, on request, to
any athlete or athletes for anything...Look..." Nat had
lowered her voice as we entered the house and quietly
into the TV room..."The little sluts are watching
themselves."...My eyes adjusted and my view was the
girls...they were on the floor, leaning against the
sofa..knees up and spread as they fingered themselves.
I looked at the flat-screen TV. It was the girls...and
a large Retriever. They were taking turns sucking his
cock..."That was the first time they swallowed dog cum.
They'd always been fucked and lick it out...they watch
this all the time and have it timed perfect." We edged
our way closer and a better angle. Nat had her drink in
one hand and my cock in the other.. It all happened at
once. The dog on the vid began squirting into the
girls' open mouths as those same girls, in the room,
spasmed on their own fists in orgasm. "We still need to
talk...it's 7ish. Ally said...we talked...if you
want... we can eat-in and video-conference with her
later... She wants you to call." The girls had crawled
over and were fingering their mom's cunt as she stroked
my hard-on over their open mouths. Not one filling.
Maybe the cum I was spurting into their mouths had
dental benefits. This whole scene kept piling up
benefits. I needed to see that disc before talking to
Ally.
"Make you a deal...call Napoli...tell Berto it's for me
and order what you want. Have it delivered here. I'll
be back by video time...say ten...don't hold dinner,
honey." My exit would have made Ally laugh. Nat wasn't
sure. Cafe Napoli was a holdover. Berto made the
transition from the old to the new with excellent food
and adding delivery. The need to view the disk was
causing me to miss a good meal. Whatever was on it
better be shattering.
Stirred, not shattered, I got back to Nat's Nest thirty
minutes before our techno-chat. I'd done a couple and
wasn't a fan. Naked Nat handed me a drink as I did the
drawers. "There's coffee in the studio. You'll probably
need both."...I followed the rear.
"Studio? That wasn't on our little tour."... I managed
to pull along side and sip.
"Office...studio...lounge...tonight it's sorta?...you
walked right by it." Nat stopped and pressed something
and as I had seen before, a door slid open. Still
impressive work. Nat led and lit the large room. I
grasped some of what it all did and was almost ready to
ask...
"Hi, JJ. Like Nat's Nook?" I swiveled my chair to the
correct monitor. Ally looked...good.
"Hiya kid...can I sand you anything?" The audio wasn't
up to the moan. Nat set coffee and a fresh drink on a
tray.
"I'll be close unless you say other"...
"Either?"
"Other. TTFN, Al." Ally had my attention and
"shattered" was still an option. I only wanted to know
what Ally knows she knows and how much she thinks she
knows. It was harder via vid. I hadn't seen all...but
for now... I'd seen enough. Ally alert.
"Wait a sec..let me move and switch cameras... My tour
isn't like Nat's."...the screen flicked and spasmed and
Ally was on a bed, naked except for some headphone
thing. "Can you hear me, JJ?"
"Five-by-Five, [Sig Weaver]...
"Cute. This is other side of the door... I'll do a pan
in a minute...I have a remote...we do different stuff
with this room. Among them, hourly rental...we pay
Madam Chou for the space and such."
"Hush."
"What?" she wiggled her earpice and so her tits.
"HUSH! I have questions."
"No need to shout." She did pouty.
"Bite-me. Needless to say, I haven't gone over all of
it. Nat was helpful in defining 'it'...
"There's more."
"More what?"
"It. More it. It's this. We have more of this. Tell me
to do something."...
"Hush-up."
"Something else."
"I met Stashya." Ally lay back and frame-centered
herself. From some source, Nat's narration was the
audio. I let it go on a bit for the aesthetic.
"How much more of that?"
"What? This?"...her fist disappeared. "How much you
want?" I was getting testy...not with Ally..the damn
video feed or whatever. The audio wasn't bad.
"Fuck yourself...not me, right now...how many more
whatever that space is or does do you have?" Showtime,
ladies.
"It depends." She slowly pulled her fist from her hole.
Licking it clean and giving me her show. It was the
show I'd been waiting for. It took her fifteen minutes.
The stupid clock in the corner. I was trapped.
"It's not polite to talk and lick. So besides the
singles, we can sub-divide Nat's place?" I knew when I
said it Nat hated it. She wasn't big on construction
metaphors.
"She didn't like it when Toby said it. You have
enough?" Did she know I knew that? Ally sat, one knee
up and lit a cigarette. I had plenty. How much more did
she have?
"Until this whole estate thing has some paperwork and
is red-tape proof, the video sales stuff stops. You can
still make them but for now, just the storefronts and
room rents. Natalie's place on hers' and my approval.
Anything else?" I wasn't sure if she looked surprised.
I didn't care. I had enough. If not surprised,
certainly hesitant..."No?...Call me tomorrow." I lost
signal/hung-up...I was pretty sure she knew which.
I turned the chair...taking the offered drink. "Not bad
for your first time."...this drink would require a
second and enough more to toast my third time vid-con a
third time. I had enough...enough what? "There was one
hitch in her getta-long."
"I'm tired. Don't make me ask."
"Getta-long... her gait, flow, story... never
mind...she just forgot." Nat was doing her own fishing.
"I'll take you shoe-shopping." That was my last ace.
"You said no video sales but keep the rooms rented. A
lot of the room rent is selling the videos of what goes
on when the room is rented."
"The renters buy the video. Done and done. I'm more
tired."
"The renters buy A video...not THE video. That's why I
haven't done it here. The cameras are all installed. I
hate all the recording crap." I went over to the sofa.
"I'm most tired. No guarantees I'll remember anything
from here." I closed my eyes. Nat's bedtime story
continued.
"The customer pays the extra for the video tape...he
writes something on the label and watches it go into
the machine. Customer receives tape after witnessing
it's ejection from the machine as he exits the
room...is impressed he's not asked to wait." I mumbled
about me even knowing about hard drive recording.
"Not one customer has ever questioned or asked. There's
over two hundred hours of customer video." I stopped
descending. "It just sort of happened. The selling. We
get the re-con tapes for a buck in a plastic vac-pac.
The customer pays $100 a head for a one hour video.
That's without extras. We have two that went for one
thousand." The math, wondering what "extras" were and
plane old fatigue overcame the pause in my descent. I
remember thinking I mumbled, "Tomorrow..."
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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