Chapter 8

The next three days were an agony of frustration for Angela. Frank and Joanne fucked long and hard during the night while she lay alone in what had been Danny’s bed. She didn’t even have the vibrator for consolation. The horny little blonde kept that for her own pleasure.

Frank had to work all day. That left the two women alone, Angela dressed in her new maids uniform-a black nylon mini-dress with a little white lace-trimmed apron.

When Joanne felt horny, she, used Angela as one might a rubber fuck doll. The rest of the time she delighted in thinking up things for her to do.

Angela was down on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when the doorbell rang on the afternoon of the fourth day.

Joanne stood up. “I’ll get it.”

Joanne had been in the backyard sunning herself in a tiny string bikini. Her flawless young skin was tanned golden bronze and a lot of tit showed.

The young man at the door gawked at her iii delighted surprise: “Oh, wow! What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” Joanne said sweetly. “What are you doing here?”

“Er, well ... I live here too. That is, I did. I’m Danny Whitmire.”

“Oooh, Danny!” Angela had heard his voice and came running.

Joanne barked sternly: “Get back to work, Angela! No one called for you.”

Danny looked curious. “Hey, what’s with that maid’s outfit, Mom?”

“Your father has come home,” Angela explained bleakly. “This is the only way he’ll let me stay. He sleeps with Joanne.”

“Oh, ho! Well, my dad sure can pick ‘em, I’ll say that. You are the sexiest little number I’ve seen in a long, long time.”

“What happened with you and Yvonne?” Angela asked.

Danny shrugged. “Oh, she picked up this high-roller and gave me the boot. But I didn’t care. I was getting bored with her.”

Joanne looked him up and down, obviously attracted to his young and virile-looking body. Danny had developed a lot of confidence in himself in the last several days and that added a subtle aura of sex appeal that she found irresistible.

“Danny, would you like a cold beer?” Joanne asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

“Angela, get Danny a beer. Bring one for Danny.”

As she turned toward the kitchen, a scowl creased Angela’s soft features. Angela had grown to dislike waiting on her son before, now it was even worse with a little blonde snip of a girl giving orders.

If Danny had any sympathy for her at all, it didn’t show. His eyes and all his attention were on Joanne.

“So you’re the young guy who seduced his own mother,” Joanne said coyly when the two of them were alone on the patio.

“Yeah,” Danny said with a lewd grin. It had been more the other way around, her seducing him, but he didn’t bother to correct her false impression.

Angela dutifully brought two chilled cans of beer, still fuming in a sullen rage.

“Bring glasses, Angela. Only peasants drink beer right out of the can.”

“Yes, madam,” she said as she’d been taught, turning in a huff.

Danny grinned, watching her depart. “She got to liking my cock because it’s bigger than dad’s.”

“A lot bigger?” Joanne asked with eyes twinkling brightly.

“Some.” Danny’s smile was anything but modest, and it intrigued her.

“Show me.”

Danny balked a moment, suddenly uncertain.

Angela came back then with the glasses and poured their beer. By the time she departed again, he’d recovered his cool.

Grinning lewdly, Danny loosened his fly and whipped out his hot young prick. His cock was hard and throbbing, brought to full erection by the sight of the young blonde in her sexy string bikini.

“Oooh, that is a nice one!”

Angela watched from inside the sliding glass door. The sun glinted off the glass in a way that kept them from seeing her, but she had a perfectly clear view.

“Would you like me to suck it off for you?” Joanne asked anxiously. “I’m really horny, and Frank’s at work all day- “Sure, why not?”

The width of Danny’s lewd grin increased. Having lost out with Yvonne, he was ready for some action. And getting sucked off by his father’s sexy blonde mistress was just the boost his battered ego required.

“Yyyuuummm!” she purred, bending low, lips quivering with anticipation.

Angela grinned spitefully and walked to the telephone. She dialed Frank’s number at work.

When he came on the line, she said: “This is Angela ... the maid.”

“Yes, Angela?” Frank’s temper was short. He didn’t like being bothered on the job, especially by his ex-wife.

“Danny has come home,” she said. “Yvonne threw him over, but your little Joanne is a lot more interested.”

“What!”

“They’re out on the patio right now, and she’s sucking his cock!”

“God damn him. God damn her!” Frank slammed down the phone.

Angela grinned slyly. “Mission accomplished.”

“Oooh, Danny! You’ve got such a beautiful big cock!” Joanne licked her lips that were glowing with jism. “And I can’t believe how long and hard it cums. I didn’t think I would be able to swallow all you shot into me.”

“There’s more where that came from, baby. How would you like to have another big load pumped into your tender young cunt?”

“I’d like that, Danny. I’d like it a lot!” She shed her bikini just by pulling two strings.

Danny laid the back of the chaise lounge down flat and began taking off his clothes.

Joanne was lying down and waiting for him with her legs spread by the time he’d undressed.

“I can’t, wait to feel your big cock in me,” she cooed anxiously.

“And I can’t wait to get it in!” Danny dropped to his knees between her legs and gazed fondly at her golden-haired pussy. He stroked his meaty cockhead up and down in her narrow pussy, bringing a sigh and a rush of succulent fuck honey.

He circled his cock around her tender little clit bud.

Joanne gasped anxiously and arched her back. “Ooooh, Danny, drive it into me!”

“Sure thing, sweetheart! What a tight little hole you’ve got!”

“I’m glad you like it! I’ve been so anxious to try a hot young prick. Your dad’s is nice, but I’d like yours even better!”

Danny was easing his cock into her, taking his time, savouring the taut but sleek friction of her snug pussy.

“Aaahhh,” he moaned, rooted to the hilt. “Your tight cunt really makes my cock throb.”

“Yes, I can feel it! Fuck me, Danny! Oooh, I want you!”

“I want you too!” He jackhammered his cock up and down with speed and youthful vigor that left her gasping.

“Your father has never fucked me that hard!” she gasped with a wince of joy. “More, Danny! I love it! Fuck me as hard as you can!”

He answered with a grunt and a twisting thrust of his cock. Joanne’s petite young body writhed and her cunt heaved with exquisite undulations. She arched and twisted to meet his next screw-like plunge.

Danny leaned down and kissed her trembling lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his hands capped her gorgeous firm tits and squeezed. He sucked on her tongue and the shock of pleasure she felt drove her wild.

Her arms curled around his neck. Her legs kicked up and scissored around his waist.

“Ride ‘em cowboy!” she squealed, writhing her hips as he lifted her body.

He hadn’t fucked since gaily this morning, so Danny was really hot, and Joanne was so willing to receive all he could give She groaned when he pushed his cock in and shrilled anxiously when he. drew back ... Her pussy clamped on his prick and shivered ecstatically, gripping harder as the throes of her climax began.

Danny felt the rippling contractions deep in her pussy. Like rolling waves of wet hot flesh, they climbed his cock shaft. She grunted with him and spun her hips to help ream the mouth of her sleek cunt.

His balls slapped her ass like two swaying battering rams. Each thrust jarred his swelling load of jism. Cum steamed and surged, rising up to the base of his cock.

He clamped and hissed, his eyes narrowed by the strain of trying to hold back. It was the best part of sex for him, that marvellous tension. His muscles quaked, and then Danny had to let go.

His voice roared and his cock heaved, firing a creamy jet that shot deep.

Joanne screamed, drumming her heels on her ass. “More! More! Ooooh, I love the feel of cum in me and you have so much!”

Joanne’s pussy wrung his gushing cock, slithering as her pliant cunt filled with cum.

“I can feel it bubbling right up to my pussy lips!” she moaned.

“Up and out, baby. I’m going to keep fucking you until it runs down to the crack of your ass!”

“Yes! Oh, slick my shitter with your hot jism. Then you can fuck me through the backdoor. You’ll like my ass, Danny. It’s tighter and hotter than a climaxing pussy!”

“If it’s tighter than your cunt right now, it’ll peel the skin right off my cock!”

Joanne’s grinding contractions grew stronger. Her teeth clenched, her eyes fluttered and then a scream of lewd passion exploded from her lips. She bucked in a frenzy of joy and finally drained Danny’s cock.

The two of them lay gasping.

Danny stroked her tits gently now, and Joanne enjoyed the fading aftershocks of her great orgasm. Slowly, their racing hearts and ragged breaths settled back into a normal rhythm.

Then he heard a car door, slam.

Danny leaped up. “Oh, Jee-zus!”

He grabbed frantically for his clothes.

“Danny, what’s the matter? Don’t you want to fuck my ass?”

“I do, but not right now. That’s my dad’s car. I recognize the sound, and by the way he slammed that door, I’d say he’s really pissed!”

“Oooh!” Joanne slipped on her bikini top and fumbled nervously, trying to tie the knot.

Before Frank had stalked the whole length of the house, both of them were dressed. At least Danny had his pants on. He hadn’t bothered with his shirt, shoes or socks, but that was natural enough for a guy who was supposed to be sunning himself and enjoying a beer.

They were sitting primly apart, Joanne on the chaise, Danny in a lawn chair ten feet away.

Frank burst onto the patio. “What the, hell is going on here?”

Danny managed a puzzled grin of innocence. “What do you mean, dad?” Then he raised his glass. “Oh, this-Joanne and I were just having a beer. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“The beer I don’t mind too much, but Angela said she was sucking your cock!”

“Noooo!” Danny shook his head. “We weren’t doing anything except talk. Mom’s just trying to get back in your good graces by making trouble for me.”

“Is that right?” Frank demanded.

Angela had followed Frank onto the patio.

“I-I told you what I saw, Mr. Whitmire. Joanne sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, then Danny fucked her there on the chaise lounge.”

Joanne’s face paled despite her bronze tan. She glanced down between her legs, fearful that some of Danny’s cum might have spotted the upholstery. Luckily there were no obvious signs.

Danny scowled. “She’s lying. Just look at her.”

Angela did have an enigmatic grin on her lips. In a strangely calm and formal voice, she said: “Mr. Whitmire, do you remember the camera your wife gave you last Christmas? The one that takes instant color pictures?”

“Yes.”

“Then look at these.” She handed him a stack of color prints.

Danny caught just a glimpse of the top one. “Ooooh, shit!”

He leaped out of his chair, sprinting toward the back fence. He climbed it in a panic and dropped out of sight on the other side while Frank’s gaze remained locked on the pictures he was thumbing through.

With Danny gone Joanne had to take the full heat of his wrath...

“You little bitch!” he growled. “You faithless, cheating cunt! Fucking my own son behind my back!”

“Frank, I can explain-”

“Do it on your way out the door, but don’t expect me to listen.”

“Wh-what?”

“Do I have to spell it for you? Out! O-U-T! Get your ass out of my house and out of my sight!”

“Oooh, Frank,” she moaned, blubbering and trying to think of something to say.

“If you don’t move your ass, I’m going to kick it!”

“All right!” Joanne leaped up and ran to get her things together.

Angela waited until the girl was inside the house, then she spread her arms. “Frank...”

He turned and his lips curled. “You get your ass out of here too! I’ve had it with cheating sluts! I don’t even want you around as a maid!”

“But, Frank, I’m the one who told you!”

“You’re also the bitch that started all this!” He whirled and launched a vicious kick at her ass, but Angela was already moving away from him. He barely grazed her bountiful behind.

Angela and Joanne went down the front steps together, both of them in tears.

“I guess we’ve both had it,” Angela said bleakly.

Joanne nodded. She had slipped a dress on over her bikini, grabbed her purse and left. Angela hadn’t even paused to do that. She left the house still wearing her maid’s uniform, fearful of what Frank might do if she lingered.

“The question is, what do we do now?” Angela was mainly asking herself.

“I’ve got just about enough for cab fare to get-home,” Joanne said. “At least my father will take me back.”

“Lucky you! I’m heading for the Rescue Mission on foot.”

The young blonde hesitated a moment as they reached the sidewalk. Then she said tentatively: “Angela, would you like to come home with me?”

Angela laughed and shook her head. “You and I are not exactly the best of friends.”

“I know I was mean to you, but that was to please Frank. I could be nicer to you. A lot nicer!”

“Well, I don’t think your parents would welcome a stranger.”

“There’s just my father,” she said. “We usually have a maid, but we don’t right now. I know I could gets you the job if you want it.”

“Well... “ Angela was considering her other prospects, a charity soup kitchen and trying to get a job with Max at the diner after not showing up when she said she would. “Maybe being a maid isn’t so bad after all.”

“Good!” Joanne said, “Come on, we should be able to hail a cab at the corner.”

“Your father must be quite well-to-do if you have a maid most of the time,” Angela said as they hurried along.

“Well-to-do?” The petite blonde almost laughed. “What he carries in his pocket would make any man well to-do. What he has in the bank would make your eyes pop! You’ve heard of Dayton Industries?”

“Who hasn’t?”

“Well, my dad is Glen Dayton. The top man and majority stockholder. The kind who can trade in his car when the ash tray gets full.”

“Ooooh, I don’t think I could be a maid for anyone that important. Didn’t our senator visit him a week or so ago?”

“Both of them, Angela, but that’s no big deal. Daddy buys politicians like you buy a new lipstick. He loans them his yacht or one of the company jets when he wants a favor.”

“I’d be frightened of a man with so much power,” Angela said.

Joanne laughed. “Why? He’s just my dad. He’s a nice guy when he isn’t working.”

“If he’s so nice, why did you run away?”

She shrugged and swirled her long golden hair. “Because he’s almost always working. Since my mom died ten years ago he’s practically lived at the office.”

What the girl didn’t say was that she hoped meeting Angela would change that for the better. Her father liked lush, ripe-bodied women with big tits.

CHARTER NINE Angela waited tensely in the maid’s quarters at the rear of Glen Dayton’s hilltop estate. The three rooms were almost as large as the house Frank had told her to leave. A bedroom, kitchen and bath.

The bedroom window looked out on an acre of lawn, a swimming pool, tennis courts and a stable. She remembered then that one of Glen Dayton’s business interests was raising thoroughbred race horses.

Angela trembled in anticipation. Joanne said she would talk to her father and the rest would be a mere formality. Still her heart leaped when he walked into the room.

Dayton was well over six feet tall. His head barely cleared the door frame. Like a lot of tall men, he ducked a little from instinct. His dark hair was almost pure silver at the temples and streaked with a metallic sheen throughout. His eyes were deep blue and intense, but not at all cold looking. Angela thought she saw a glimmer of interest in them as he straightened again to full height.

“Hi, I’m Glen Dayton.” He smiled and extended a hand big enough to have crushed a one-pound coffee can.

“An-Angela Whitmire,” she replied.

“My daughter recommends you highly,” he said, sitting down casually on the edge of the bed. “But I make all the important decisions around here, so I wanted to talk to you myself.”

“Of course.” Angela felt so embarrassed. Her voice creaked like a rusty hinge. Dayton was the most distinguished and impressively handsome man she’d ever seen.

He looked her up and down with the cool eye of a real-estate appraiser.