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In Darkness Comes Discovery (Tyr & Lindxi)

Lupita felt as Mr. Roberts knelt down, his heavy cock teasing her pussy, his hands shifting her slightly as he got into position to have sex with her, to take her in the ass. Her dark eyes were wide and a little frightened as she felt pressure on her bottom, the cock sliding between her cheeks. Biting her lip, she vowed to just accept it. She wanted to make him happy, to please him, but as she felt the pressure increase, a spreading sensation, she tried to relax. She had read about anal sex and knew this was important. Her hands curled into two tight fists.

As he told that she would love having cock in her ass, she tried to be that girl for him. "Yes Mr. Roberts," she moaned out in a voice that hinted at fear and arousal and pain and excitement. "You are so big, so manly, I love this." And then she cried out as he slid into her deeper, leaving her feeling full. It was like no other feeling she had ever had and being a virgin, she couldn't even compare it to vaginal sex. But at his suggest, she reached between her own thighs and began to tease herself, trying to find just the right touch.

It felt like head paused and slowly, she grew not comfortable, but almost familiar with the feeling. "It's very good Mr. Roberts," she lied to him. Truthfully, she didn't know how she felt about this sensation, but as she rubbed her pussy, she felt her body grow both excited and it was as if her sphincter muscles loosened slightly as she rubbed faster. He was telling her guys would love fucking her in the ass. Why would he be talking about other guys? Her thighs spread out and she arched slightly moaning as her fingers buried themselves in her vagina. It was actually good now and she started to rock her hips slightly.
 
This sexy thing was working out okay. He wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t just talking for his benefit, but that was fine if she could learn to please him, then she’d learn to please others. That it came at a price didn’t bother him in the least as whores were far less expensive than girlfriends or wives. There was something to be said for ass, and especially nice young virgin ass. The strokes became a little longer, a little deeper, and a little more forceful as he slowly increased the tempo and pace of his efforts.

That’s right; help me fuck that ass of yours. Use that fucking ass; push it back against my cock.

Mike stopped for a moment and let her impale herself on his rigid length. Smiling as she learned to serve cock, and do it with her ass. Mike thought it was always good to train them young, so they didn’t get all those hang ups and start putting forth stupid demands. The better whore she was the better money he was going to make pimping her ass out to important clients. Maybe give her some title like social entertainment director, he almost laughed at the thought.

Feel that fucking cock as it stretches your ass. Feel how good it is to have your ass full of cock. You’re going to be a good little ass whore, aren’t you?

Once she got going, he met her, his own hips timing he thrusts to meet hers, till there was the nice rhythmic sound of flesh slapping together. A sound that anyone passing by would know was the sound of rutting. If only his daughter-in law had stuck around, she would have seen a young woman’s transformation from young girl, into a whore, bought and paid for, and with a little luck even happy to be one. Not like his daughter in law, that probably thought herself as privileged and special, when in fact in his mind she was neither. A slightly different set of circumstances and she would have been a happy whore, he had no doubt, but then again he thought most woman would be happy whores.
 
This isn't horrible, Lupita told herself as she found that she could accept the powerful thrust of Mr. Robert's as he possessed her ass, pushing her down to the floor. It was even ... kind of pleasant, the feeling of being completely filled, the sensation of him sliding in and out of her warm body. One hand braced itself against the floor, while the other hand teased her little pearl of pleasure. And as he continued moving deeper, faster, she began to moan as hot, forbidden pleasure built and it occurred to her that she could learn to like this feeling of being fucked.

If there was any fly in the ointment, she wished he would stop calling her a whore, it made her feel cheap. Lupita hadn't yet realized that her employer saw her performing this particular task for more than one man. Honestly, if Lupita knew about the possibility of a title like social entertainment director, she probably would have been thrilled. A neat title, a nice bank account, and a cute professional skirt would surely make up for having to be bent over a table and fucked in the ass regularly, she would have thought. But instead, Lupita was beginning to cry out as her body shivered with her first orgasm of the day as her fingers and the thick rod sliding in and out of her bottom drove her over the edge. "Oh fuck this feels good," she gasped as he drove into her young body again and again.

Where Lupita acted for the money and a chance to move up in the world, Mike's daughter in law found it hard to keep the image of Mike fucking the young girl on the floor out of her head as she chopped onions with her mother-in-law in the kitchen. But the girl on the floor that Anne saw was herself. "Oh Damn," she suddenly cried out.

Turning to her mother-in-law, she held out a bleeding finger. "I'm such a clutz."
 
He was pumping her ass with his cock, not as hard or as brutal as he would some bitch, but enough that she was getting a good ass fucking. Maybe it was his way of letting her get broken in, or simply he didn’t want to break her, it didn’t really matter as he was getting her trained on her first job skill. His balls felt heavy as they swayed between his legs, his pants simply around his ankles as his shaft appeared and disappeared into her ass. Nice long, deep, strokes as he mounted her from behind.

It only gets better from here. One bitch told me the best ass fucking was her last ass fucking, and it only got better every time she took it in the ass.

Tilting his head down, Mike enjoys the view of her darker skin contracting with his lighter skin, and the dark ring of her asshole as it wrapped around his dick. The taboo, the forbidden were the things that aroused him. He could have almost anything, at any time he wanted, so it turned him on more to have that which other could not, or that was somehow put off limits. You could fuck a single girl and that was fun, but it was far more of a turn on to fuck a man’s wife or his daughter as each were normally off limits. To corrupt those that put themselves above such things and the innocent, to indoctrinate them into his dark world, to subjugate them into little whores and sluts was a thrill, something that would never get old for him.

Now this is what I call a perfect appetizer, before dinner.

The pressure in Mike’s balls only increased, as he drew nearer and nearer to filling this young things ass full of cock slime. Definitely this was going to work out to his advantage he thought. It was going to be real convenient to have a nice tight asshole like this one, to dump a load in when it was convenient.

I think you’re going to be the perfect little ass slut! I think you’re going to cum! Pray to your god if you want, but remember its my cock that in your ass, because you're going cum like a nasty little girl aren't you?

Mike was using his skill and experience to not only take his pleasure from her, but to show her the pleasures of the forbidden, of carnal lust, everything she'd probably been raised to deny or suppress.
 
Lupita moaned low and hard as Mr. Roberts introduced her to the decadent pleasure of a man's heavy cock splitting a girl wide open, sliding in and out, even as her hand buried itself between her thighs. It was wild and erotic to think that she was still technically a virgin, that she had literally sold her beautiful young ass to this man for her first time. As he used her like she was a bitch in heat, Lupita was no passive participate. Actively grinding back, her hips twisting, she didn't just accept his cock, she squeezed down at time on it, now that she was gaining more comfort in what was happening.

A light sweat had broken out over her body as she grunted with each thrust, thrusting her own bottom back, even as he drove her into the floor. Her hands spread out and her thick, dark hair lay on the polished floor as she told him, "I can't believe how this feels, you're incredible." Maybe she was just saying the words to make him feel good. On the other hand, Lupita knew that she want a lot more cock in her life. The feel of him sliding in and out, possessing her, it was enough to drive a girl wild.

Her voice came out in a breathless murmur of delight as she vowed, "I want to be your perfect little slut and I'll take care of your cock whenever you want." As she spoke, she squeezed down as if trying to trap his thick rod as it slid out of her and then drove back into her very center. "I want money and I love your cock," she gasped. Images of her as a small child playing on this man's lawn, going around back to play with the other servant's children and seeing him standing there smiling, her parents always being so polite to him flashed in her mind. Did her dad really know what would go on here? Did it matter? She had chosen a master to initiate her into her new profession and Lupita couldn't regret that as she thrust back, twisting her hips left and right, once more.
 
The young woman turned whore was doing a good job of fucking his cock with her tight ass. The clenching feeling around is cock felt good as the pressure built and built in his balls. The hot young thing telling him how much she liked it, but more importantly how she was going to be his perfect little slut. Even if her words weren’t heartfelt they were ones he was going to make sure became reality.

That’s right you’re going to be my little ass slut!

Mike groaned as he pumped her ass full of cock. The fleshy slapping sounds of their bodies collide with each of their thrusts. Her reasons, her drive were irrelevant to him, all that mattered was results, and right now he was heading for a very satisfactory result. That she wanted money, that she wanted cock, were only to be expected, and in his opinion used. A whore like her was a far better thing to have around, then some leach that wanted it all, but didn’t want to work for it, or even worse didn’t give it up.

Get ready baby, I’m about to fill that nice ass of yours.

He slapped it with his hand, as the tempo and strength of his fucks grew. A deep grunt or two, caused by the exquisite feeling as he thrusts into her ass, all brought on by money and power. For him money and power wasn’t to be hoarded for some future useless generation of do-nothings, but to be used to experience life and pleasure to its fullest. This was a good example of the benefits of those things.

Oh yeah! Fuck yeah!

Mike wasn’t being subtle or even quiet as he pounded her ass. Not that he had to, this was his castle and everyone in it was his. His balls tightened as his cock spewed its hot sticky seed into her bowels.
 
Lupita found herself amazingly beginning to accept the degrading stream of comments that Mr. Roberts directed her way. If it made him happy, who was she to complain. She began to whip her head slightly left and right, sending her thick black hair flying as she rocked her ass backward and forward, twisting her wide, feminine hips, feeling his cock spearing deep inside her. "Fuck yeah," she told him. "I'll be your little puta."

It was an incredibly primitive scene, the older, dominant male introducing her to sex. Her heart was pounding and her body gleamed with a light sheen of sweat as she thrust back, her nipples rubbing against the polished wood floor.

And then she was grunting as he slapped her bottom the way you might encourage a horse to go faster, her ass moving up and down as his thick shaft slid in and out and finally, she screamed as her body rocked in an unexpected orgasm and she felt him throbbing deep inside her, his hot ejaculate flling her. "I'm your whore, your puta," she said without hesitation as hot seed leaked out onto her thighs. Her orgasmic cry had been loud and she knew that no one would look at her the same again, but if Mr. Robert's kept his promise and put money in her bank, took care of her parents, she didn't care.
 
As they both enjoyed the throws of orgasm, he left his cock buried in her ass. Finally he pumped her ass a few more times, his length now coated in cum, finally pulling it out with a distinctive plopping sound. His cum covered member nestling in her ass cheek as he leaned over her, and continued to talk.

See daddy’s know best for their little girls! Now you can go home and tell your papa that you made Mr. Roberts very happy and that everything is going to be okay.

His hands played with her tits as he talked about her father and what she’d done for her family. The way he said it made it seem as if she should be proud of giving up her ass and agreeing to be a whore. The skilled hand played briefly across her body, almost as if he cared, and they were lovers, only difference of course she had a gaping ass, a stream of cum dribbling down between her legs, and she’d done it only for the money, or had she?

And if you really want to be bad little girl, you can tell your daddy how much you enjoyed working for me and that you can’t wait to do it again.

Mike stands up, uses her cleaning rag to clean his cock, and he starts to dress, his need and use for her done for the moment.
 
The eighteen year old let out a low moan as the thick cock finally withdrew from her ass, leaving her feeling empty and cold. She could feel semen dripping down her thighs and tried to push down the shame as he cleaned his cock and offered a few more humiliating comments. Rising, she offered wry smile and said, "Thank you Mr. Roberts. I look forward to serving you in the future in anyway you might need." She brushed her hair back, straightened her skirt and picked up her cleaning gear before nodding and heading to the nearest bathroom, which ironically was the one where Mike's daughter in law had been earlier. Stripping down, she stepped into the shower and tried to wash away the shame and memories of her encounter. Even though tears began to flow down her face, she wiped away the tears and told herself that one day, she'd be rich and have power like Mr. Roberts. A girl had to start somewhere and this was just a step on a road that would lead to her being somebody.

When she got out of the shower, Lupita got down on her hands and knees and made sure the shower and rest of the bathroom was spotless before he left.

In the kitchen, Mike's wife and daughter in law finished lunch preparations and began to lay out the table for when Mike was ready to eat.
 
With his immediate need satiated, Mike made his way to the dining room, for a meal. He knew his wife had asked him to attend, and that usually meant it would be a boring social affair. Either way he’d make the best of it, as he’d faced far worse challenges. Plus he sort of wanted to see how his new daughter in-law reacted, just because he thought it would be interesting and amusing. So knowing the meal wouldn’t start till he got there, he just casually made his way downstairs, not in any particular rush, he stopped off at the bathroom to relieve himself.

Mark who had just returned from a long trip, having arrived on red-eye but a few hours ago was already entering the kitchen. His mother as she usually did made a big deal out of almost everything, especially if she could make it into a party or a special meal. So this was going to be one those events, even if he would have preferred to hit the sack. Still he came into the kitchen, seeing his mother, and his gorgeous wife. He hated to be away from his beautiful new wife, but at least it was nice to be away from his domineering father, who thought he was fucking god!

Longtime no see sweetie pie!

Moving in behind his lovely wife, he wrapped his arms around her. Not kissing his wife, because he didn't feel comfortable doing that, but instead hugging her, he looks over at his mother.

So how are the two loveliest women I know doing?
 
Her father-in-law had not entered the kitchen when Mark, her husband did. God, her heart felt warmer just basking in his presence. She truly loved the man even if for some reason, she wasn't always on fire for him. But she knew that was due to his father’s interference and the long hours he made her dear sweetheart work.

“Oh Mark,” she said putting down her knife and towel and walking over to him. When he wrapped her in a warm embrace, she tried to kiss him, but it was as if he deflected the kiss, turning his head and asking how his ladies were.”

His mother smiled, but continued chopping chicken for the dish she was making. “We’re doing lovely,” she said in her calm, always pleasant voice. The fact that she had been using Valium for twenty years to keep that calm, pleasant demeanor was a bit of an open secret among the staff, but she didn't think her son knew it.

Meanwhile Anne leaned against Mark, wishing that she could have him alone for a bit. He’d just got home and their first moments together would be a family dinner. She wished Mark would just grab her and take her into the bedroom. As she had that thought, she immediately pushed it down. Mark was who Mark was and it wasn't fair of her to compare him with … anyone else. “I missed you so much darling,” she instead murmured up to him and then pulling away from the embrace.
 
Mark didn’t like public displays of affection, especially when they were more than just a peck, he thought it crude, and something you would expect of people of a lower station. The same kind of classless trash that would stand out in public and suck tongue and swap spit while making a spectacle of themselves. Mark was lucky that Anne had class, and understood that decorum and perception was a part of a proper relationship. Sure he loved to kiss and such, but that was to be done in private, and not with an audience.

So he smiled as she slid from his embrace and let him know that she missed him. For Mark, Anne was the perfect example of what a loving dutiful wife should be. His mother had raised him properly and made it clear that only a certain type of woman was proper for a man like him. Mark had known that his mother protected him from the barely hidden vulgarity that was his father. More than once he’d gotten an eye full as his father had amused himself with some slut or whore. If it wasn’t for the money, the job and all its trapping, Mark would have been out of here. The way his father acted so disrespected his mother, and though they’d talked of it, he was as trapped as she.

Luckily for Mark, his wife was the kind of woman that would never allow such a crude and loutish brute as his father the time of day. Hopefully his father would have the decency to keep his dick in his pants, and not be so obviously about his depraved proclivities. Now that she was living her, Mark reminded himself he should let his wife know to avoid her father whenever possible, and to be reticent or at least careful when his father was around. For as much as he wished to tell his father to go fuck himself, he was in no position to do so.

I missed you too sweetie.

So what do my favorite girls have planned for this feast, and when does our glorious king arrive?

The last words a bit of sarcasm as his mother and wife knew exactly how he felt about his father.
 
Anne adored her husband. He had such control over himself. You would never find him rutting with the maid where anyone could see. And she knew Mark wouldn't cheat on her. If an occasional disloyal thought crept in where she wished he was a little more forceful. If he had just one tenth of the hard, dominant masculinity of his father, Anne told herself, he would be perfect. But then she would shy away from the thought and push it down. How dare she ever think of Mark being anything like his crude, disgusting father. Stepping away from his embrace, following his lead, she nodded at him as if to say without words, I've missed you darling.

"I hope work went well. We've prepared a lovely dish of blackened salmon, baby potatoes and carrots, a salad, and rolls.

Mark's mother gave him a warm glance and said, "Why don't you take a seat and get a drink. You know your father prefers that the men sit down first.

"He'll be here in a few minutes, I expect," Anne mentioned. "I saw him in the dining room earlier ... instructing a maid." A deep flush crossed her face and she looked down as she felt a flash of heat in her loins as she remembered it.

Across the estate, Lupita was leaning against the wall remembering how she'd just been fucked in the ass, acted the whore. She was surprisingly aroused and when an older woman passed her and crossed herself, before spitting out "Puta," Lupita just smiled and said, "You wish the men still wanted you on your knees you old bitch."

"I never!" The woman gasped.

Lupita laughed and watched the woman rush off.
 
Work went fine; I was mostly there to make sure things went smoothly.

Mark’s mother hints that he should go and sit down.

Sure no need to upset his Excellency.

Mark heads over to the bar to find a nice wine to compliment the dinner, another example of his refined education and upbringing. The wine fridge filled with the best, was easy to choose from, for his father was many things, but he did understand the value of using wealth.

Mike had finished relieving himself, and washed his hands before heading down to the dinner table. He knew nothing would begin without him and that they would be waiting. That he was a little late was of no issue to him, this was his house. So he arrived to see his son pouring himself some wine, which amused Mike, as he stepped up and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

So did you get some nice young pussy while on your trip?

Mark rolled his eyes, used to his father’s vulgarities.

No dad, I didn’t, I love Anne, and I wouldn’t do that.

Mike quipped back quickly.

What the fucks love got to do with it? A man’s got to have pussy and ass.

Mark just shakes his head, turning away from his father, knowing that this was a useless argument that couldn’t end well.

Sure Dad, that’s the way to respect women, just refer to them by their genitalia. Like their objects for your pleasure, and not human beings.

Mark sat down at the table. His mom had setup the smaller, less formal table, for a more intimate family gathering.
 
Anne quietly followed Mark and his mother into the dining room where they would eat. As usual, her eyes kept wandering over to her handsome husband. Mark had inherited all of the good qualities of his father without the crudity and sheer meanness. She made sure that her father-in-law would have a glass of wine filled and waiting for him and that his meal was as perfect as she could make it, no splatters, nothing out of place, only the best cut of meat. Honestly, it wasn't even that Mike Roberts would complain if she or someone else got it wrong. Oh, an employee might be fired if they screwed up, but what really made everyone leap to his service was the force of presence that radiated from the man.

And as she smoothed her skirt and sat down, she glance over at Mark and smiled. One man who would challenge Mike Roberts, his oldest son, her husband. Listening to Mark challenge Mike in his quiet, firm fashion, she felt a flush of pride. When Mark Mike quipped back quickly about respecting women, she reached under the table and gave his hand a squeeze. "Women aren't animals or objects." Her voice held a quiet pride and her eyes glowed as she looked over at her husband. "And I love and respect my husband very much. You've raised an amazing man." She was so blessed. Sex wasn't everything in a marriage, she thought guiltily. There was also love and trust and respect. She picked up her glass of wine and sipped the Merlot it held, her eyes full of pride and maybe a bit of smugness as she looked over at Mike Roberts.
 
Mark held his wife’s hand, looking over and staring at her briefly, so proud he’d married her. Such a contrast she was to his oppressive and narrow minded father. He could have partook of the whores and sluts that seemed to hang on to his father, each vying for the asshole’s attention, as if he was the center of the universe. Though he knew they’d probably only do it hoping to garner attention or favor of his father, and thus he denied them.

Mike just chuckles as Mike’s wife gives support to her new age limp dicked husband, his semi-worthless son. The world was fucked up in his opinion, when men were no longer men, and women no longer women. It was such an easier and better place when everyone had their roles. Surprisingly though he’d found that many gave this new age equality lip service only, and when pressed, they liked to assume their natural roles, or at least the real people did.

I can’t take credit, his mother deserves it all.

Mike said as he looks over at the young couple, as his dutiful wife bringing in the last remain items for their meal, before she sat down next to him. While the food was being dished out, Mike, casually kicked off one of his shoes off, to free his foot.

So Anne, have you enjoyed your stay so far, enjoyed what you’ve seen?

The way he said it so casually, and yet she and he would know that it meant far more. While he spoke, his foot rose up to contact her lower leg, where it began to caress her, his eyes looking into hers as he talked and touched her. His eyes almost daring her to say something, and yet he seemed confident as he boldly did this while the others were so near by.
 
Anne tightened her fingers around Mark's hands. He had a strong, smooth grip. She could feel the wedding ring he wore, a beautifully designed gold ring that proclaimed there love for each other. Then she looked over at her father-in-law and offered him a cool smile as if to say, you'll never compare to my husband. He's what a real man should be.

Of course, Mark's dad simply chuckled. He didn't appreciate the fineness of character in a man like Mark, a man whou would never cheat on his wife. A man who would never accept a blow job or anal sex from a teenaged made. For some reason, as she looked over at Mike Robert's, she couldn't take her eyes off him. It was hatred, she told herself. She could hear Mark talking and knew she needed to pay attention to him, not the stupid little quips a brute like Mike was making.

It was then Mike asked if she liked what she'd seen. Her face paled. "I see a lot of beauty around me," she said looking warmly over at her husband and smiling. Then she turned and stared directly at Mike. "I also see a certain amount of ugliness." Turning back to her husband, she said, "Darling, I do appreciate your stand on women's rights. Of course, some women are weak and do get used by men. But most of us are too strong-willed to submit to the Neanderthal touch. " It was as she made this statement that she felt what could only be her father-in-law's foot carressing her leg. She gasped as the gravy bowl was handed to her and almost dropped it before passing it to Mike. But she didn't pull her leg away even as her heart pounded. Hand trembling ever so slightly, she began to cut the slice of roast on her plate as if nothing was happening.
 
You are so right darling, we live in a civilized world now, not ruled by male macho monsters, who think women were made to serve them. We’ve grown up and move past those primal instinctual urges.

Mike was amused as the sexy young thing that was his daughter in-law by circumspect conversation gave him shit about what she saw and how he treated women. That his son joined in only added to the humor. Now it might have dissuaded another man, or caused someone else to reconsider what they were doing or had done, but he wasn’t another man. No he continued his efforts not the least bothered by her words, and clearly amused by her reaction. So while his foot rose a little higher on her inner leg, he just continued the casual conversation.

Oh I don’t think that’s true, I think we all need some excitements, something to make our blood pump and take our breaths away. Life is too short to have too much civilization.

Mike commented, as he continued to stroke the inner leg of his son’s wife. That she was married to his son, only made what he did more exciting, for no man should seek to sully or corrupt his progeny’s mate. Yet for Mike the more taboo, the more it shouldn’t be the more he wanted it. For him it just proved who was a man and who was not. Mike couldn’t see how any woman, if she really was a woman, could be possibly satisfied by a boy like his son. The only time he broke his gaze upon the young woman, was to partake of his meal, though when not looking down, his eyes continued to partake of the young woman across from him.
 
As her husband sparred with his father, Anne felt a frisson of fearsome pleasure crawling up her leg to her thigh, a frisson caused by her father-in-law's deliciously tormenting foot, the feel of his toes stroking her calf through his sock. The knowledge that he was doing this in front of his wife and son, doing it to his daughter-in-law. Anne hated the way it made her feel, hated that a man who would do this could turn her on.

Her hand squeezed down hard on her husband's own hand. No doubt, he thought she was distressed by his father's words or perhaps squeezing him tight in support for the way he was defending women. But truthfully, her entire body wanted to clench tight as shuddery little sensations spirited up her thigh.

When he commented that everyone needs excitements and life was too short for much civilization, she looked down at the table briefly and then gave him a challenging stare. "I'm afraid I agree with Mark. Not every woman can be reduced to a slavish toy eager to serve men. Some of us have too much self-respect and strength of character." She smiled and leaned toward her husband, glancing at him, "Some of us have the support of a loving husband and find that this is what they need far more than some sort of uncivilized excitement. Some girls can't be treated like animals, trained to serve men." Even as she spoke, she was spreading her thighs wider below the table, leaning back against the chair, feeling the dampness and heat as she recalled what her father-in-law had been doing with the maid earlier, how he had treated the maid, how she had been on her knees before him. Her face flushed a delicate pink as if she were embarrassed for having spoken so strongly at the dinner table.
 
I love you too sweaty pie!

Mark continued to unaware of what was happening beneath the table, just so proud of his wife as she held his hand in his lap, and showed his father that he was so wrong. He bubbled with pride for he’d lived under his father’s thumb for so long and had to hear his bullshit, and it was nice to have someone, an ally who understood him and would help him oppose his father. Still Mark didn’t speak up for he’d long ago learned to remain silent, he could speak in private, or in a quick retort, but he just couldn't stand up to his father. So he was happy to have his beautiful wife there to defend him.

Mike listened amused for she put up all kinds of verbal protest to what he said, and yet he felt her legs open. An invitation he felt there was no reason to pass on, so his foot again rose further, working its way ever closer to where her legs joined. Mike didn’t rush it, as he was enjoying the dichotomy of her words and her open legs. He'd know women who would one moment express there undying love in public about their mate, and soon after be on their knees worshiping his cock. It was one of those things about the world he so enjoyed.

Maybe some can’t or won’t be treated that way, but then again are they really happy?

It was obvious he believed it, and he spoke it with confidence. Another bite of food he took as he enjoyed his meal and the game. Yes, it was game, another thing that he was sure he was going to win. So while his son sat there puffed up and assure of his position, Mike worked his foot every further and deeper between Mark’s beloved’s legs.

And just maybe, horror upon horror, they want to serve! Wouldn’t that be awful?

The sarcasm and tone made clear that he didn’t believe a word of it, and that he was just mocking them.
 
When Mark called her a sweety pie and professed his love for her, she wanted to hug him and kiss him right there. But she knew her husband would be embarrassed by such a public scene. If only he would get intimite in private, the disloyal thought ran through her mind. How long had it been since she'd felt him plunge into her body, take her, fuck her? Three weeks? Or was she lying to herself. Had he ever truly fucked her? No, they'd made love, had sex, almost always in the missionary position with the lights off in bed. Lupita on the floor flashed through her mind again and as she felt her father-in-laws leg crawling higher up her thigh,nudging close to her panties, an embarrassing flood of moisture flood her sweet pussy. She arched her hips forward slightly as if to encourage the foot ... not Mike Roberts! Just to encourage that firm, questing foots, she continued to hold her husband's hand as she listened to her father-in-law.

At his question about whether these unnamed girls were happy, Anne smiled. "I don't think happiness is the goal of life. We have standards, morals, ethics. A life well-lived is its own reward." Frankly, Anne had no idea about what she was babbling, because her focus had shifted below the table. It was then that Roberts mockingly asked what if they "... want to serve!" And she had to bite her lips as images of women serving Mike Roberts teased her again.

Mark had fallen silent of course. He had gone as far as he dared against his father and the mother had never entered the fray at all. Faye Roberts came from a wealthy family in her own right, but she seemed utterly and rather happily cowed by her dominant husband. In fact, whenever she talked about Mike Roberts, an almost worshipful tone crept into her voice. It was rather sickening. Anne forced herself to focus again on the conversation. Her voice took on a mocking tone of her own.

"What if a woman, say the wife of a friend or a relative, wanted to serve you, be your slave, be broken like a wild filly," Anne questioned. "Wouldn't morality demand that you refuse her request no matter how 'happy' it might make her?" In the background, she heard a quiet gasp from her mother-in-law. Anne had gone too far in Faye's opinion clearly. How dare anyone speak so rudely to her beloved husband?

If Faye only knew what her husband was doing at the moment to his son's wife!
 
Mark like his mother was a bit shocked when his beloved wife began her new argument with his father, though he suspected with her sharpness and keen intellect that she was luring his father into a trap. Still it was like playing with fire, and he didn’t want her to get burned or worse, his father in some way to punish them. So he remained silent, squeezing her hand that was in his lap fpr support as she confronted his father, as he hadn’t done in years. What an incredible decent civilized and caring woman he’d married. How nice it was to have her around, especially with her understanding support compared to having to deal with his arrogant ass father.

The meal was progressing as was the conversation and Mike’s foot. Mike was finding it interesting as the young woman now began a rather more bold direction in the conversation, though her open legs really were saying all he needed to hear. So as she asked about a person serving him, his toes and foot became just as bold as her words, and began to caress and rub her in an area that in all likelihood had been solely reserved for his son.

I think everyone is free to choose their destiny and others need a nudge.

Mike’s toes press against her nether region as he speaks.

Morality is for the weak, a way to protect the sheep. For most follow and cower while a few are bold enough to lead.

Now his toes began to massage and play with her nether region, her only protection her panties and his sock.

Slave, servant, employee and wife, are any really different? Like business and life in the end for them to succeed one must lead, and one must follow, it’s the natural order of things. And no matter what anyone says some were born to lead and other to serve.

Mike’s withdraws his foot for a moment, and casually leans down and removes his sock. Looking up from his meal, he brings his naked foot up and between her legs, and watches young woman's reaction.
 
Anne began to gently tease the wedding ring that circled her beloved's finger even as his father teased the center of her femininity. She definitely felt a little hot and reaching over, she took a drink of ice cold water, wiping her brow, and then pinning back a few loose strands of thick black hair that had escaped her pins and curled in delicate tendrils around her face. She looked a little flushed, but Mark and his mother would no put that down to challenging Mike. Her thighs came together, gently trapping Mike's sock clad foot and squeezing it.

"I agree that we're all free to choose our own destiny." She smiled. "But I also think that men like my husband Mark ...," she turned and gave her husband a warm glance, "... are stronger, because of their morality and strength of character." She then turned toward Mike and added, "He would never confuse a wife with a slave, he would never treat me like a servant." If she had known the kind games that her father-in-law intended, she would have worn a firmer bra and less sheer dress. Her nipples felt on fire at the moment and frissons of electric excitement were shooting down her spine as she felt his foot invade her personal space so very deliciously.

She smiled. "If a girl wanted to be treated like a slave and broken, then that would be one thing ...." Mike's foot pulled away from her and she practically gasped there at the table. Putting down her glass, she was surprised a moment later to feel his warm, sockless foot return. A flirtatious smile crossed her face and she started to continue her thought, but was interrupted by Faye, Mark's mother and Mike's wife.

"Enough of this conversation. I think it's not quite suitable." Turning to Mike, she asked him casually would you and Mark like to retire to the lounge for drinks? I and Anne can clean up." Faye had an enormous capacity for ignoring the obvious. But she also acted when necessary to dampen any challenge to her husband.

Mark echoed his mother. "What a splendid idea!"

Anne fell into lockstep, merely mentioning rather casually. "I'll be taking a swim later tonight. I feel the need for a ... workout."
 
As conversation comes to an end with his wife’s intervention, Mike just smiled, withdrawing his foot. Casually he put his sock back on, and then his shoe, as he finished up the remainder of his meal. Though he couldn't be absolutely sure, he was confident that his daughter-in-law was a slut just waiting to be broken in. His poor pathetic son probably didn’t even know what he had, or even how to use it. He probably brought her flowers, spoke sweet nothings, and held her hand, when she probably just want to be held down, slapped on the ass, and fucked like a whore in heat. She was putting out every signal that she wanted attention, and if his son was smart, he’d take her to bed now, and take pound the living shit out of her.

Sure, some after dinner drinks and conversation sound excellent.

So Mike pushed back from the table, put his napkins down, and rose to make his way to the lounge and sitting room, where they often talked, drank and entertained. His son walking along with him tries to stifle a yawn.

Mark was tired, the red-eye flight, and now a good solid dinner. Still he knew his attendance was necessary, so he headed to the lounge, prepared to push his way through his weariness. A few drinks, and he’d soon be dead to the world. He wanted to spend some time with his new young wife, but that would have to wait for another day, luckily she would understand, they had something stronger than just sex. They had a strong mutual respect and love for the person, the needs of the body, where just an icing on that cake. Something they could enjoy when the proper time arose, but not so important that it couldn’t be skipped. Some people used sex as a means of proving their love and getting affirmation, but no such primitive and lowbrow requirements were part of their relationship. Mark knew his wife loved him as he did her, and that they didn’t need some carnal lust to prove that devotion.

Mike poured himself some brandy, and found a light beer for his boy, as his son spoke of never enjoying the hard liquors. They engage in light conversation about work, clients and general business till the girls came. Mark asks each what they wanted, as they continued to talk about mundane things, Mike again stifling a yawn. Mike engaged in the conversation, while thinking about a swim, he planned to attend this evening.
 
Anne just wanted to get laid tonight. The scene earlier watching her father-in-law pound the maid and then through dinner when that curious foot drove her mad ... and as much as she wanted to, she could't pretend it had been her husband's foot, left her aching for Mark's touch, the feel of him laying her down. In her imagination, she even saw him going all forceful on her, maybe even a little spanking. She grinned sadly to herself knowing that wasn't in the cards. Mark liked his sex very basic and relatively quick. On the bed, on her her back, him beautifully buried in her vagina, and about the time her cylinders started firing, he was rolling over to go to sleep.

Guilt tormented her as she hovered outside the lounge hoping Mark would make excuses and spend some time with her. God! When was the last time she'd had sex that didn't involve her own hand? After forty minutes of waiting, she went into her bedroom that she shared with Mark, grabbed an old Catherine Coulter romance novel called Season in the Sun and her nicely curved, six inch pink ultra-quiet vibrator. Vanishing into the bathroom, she began to read about the viking who enslaved a girl who eventually fell in love with her enslaver. But Anne was less interested in the romance, instead preferring to thumb to her favorite passages, a tale of violence, plunder, and rape. She began to read the scene where Magnus, the rugged Viking takes Zarabeth, a beautiful, statuesque, redhead. "Zarabeth . . . I am going to take you, and I don't wish you to fight me" . . . He gritted his teeth . . . her eyes were no longer vague . . . there was only fear now, and he smiled . . . "Now, hold still" . . . he felt her fists pounding at his chest . . . but he didn't stop . . . she was crying."

Anne climaxed as she finished rereading each of her favorite passages. She loved how the girl had been collared by the village blacksmith with a forged iron band. Clicking off the vibrator, she smoothed down her skirt and left their luxurious bathroom suite. She felt more relaxed, better able to wait for Mark when they would finally make love after ... had it been two months?

But as soon as she exited into the darkened bedroom tears sprang to her eyes. There was her hard-working, much loved husband sound asleep on the bed, lights turned down. She thought of waking him, but she had been through that drill before. He'd caught the red eye, he'd had a big dinner, he'd drank too much. He was out for the night. Fuck!

Anne slipped out of her clothes and put on a flowered Lycra one piece that clung to her body like delicate veil that only pretended at modesty for it left nothing to the imagination. Grabbing a plush white towel, she headed to the indoor swimming pool. The water was 80 degrees. With almost no splash, she executed a graceful dive into the pool and began to do laps, trying to work off her frustration.
 
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