JackPot: Chapter Three

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JackPot: Chapter ThreeDisclaimers & Warnings: This tale includes, elements of BDSM, and a healthy sprinkling of verbal humiliation. Readers who are offended or triggered by such material are advised to proceed with caution or bail out now. © SheriffBart 2020. All rights reserved.Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!~~~~~ Chapter Three: Lilly’s Mount ~~~~~“That poor girl” – Lilly sighed as she mulled over my story. We lay in bed in our post-coital cuddle. Our tradition of cuddling and basking in the afterglow of leisurely Saturday morning sex had been disrupted by my recounting of picking up Trisha, a young blonde hitchhiker, and letting her suck me off in an industrial park the night before. She continued musing about the young girl’s fate. “I wonder where she ended up. I wonder how long her stepf@ther’s been m*****ing her. I hope she finds someone else like you who will help her, take care of her. I wish you could have brought her here. We could have taken care of her until she figured out what to do. She could stay in Shea’s old room.”“I thought about that. Your in-home day care business puts severe restraints on our ability to help runaways. We can’t have anyone living here who hasn’t passed an FBI background check. Besides, she’s probably halfway to Nevada by now.”“You’re right. But, I still worry about her. I wish you’d brought her here instead. “Um, that would be considered k**napping.”“What?”“Well, you see Dear, when you get in someone’s car and ask them to take you someplace specific, and they decide to take you somewhere else, against your will…well, that sort of thing is generally frowned upon. I”m pretty sure it’s a felony”“Okay, smartass, I get it. I guess you’re right. It’s just…I wish we could do something else – anything else – to help.”“Yeah, I know. I felt the same way, but I couldn’t talk hear out of going. Free will is a bitch”She gave me the side eye and a sly smile. “Uh-huh. Speaking of free will and bitches, you didn’t seem to have any qualms about letting her suck you off.”“Actually I did. But she talked me into it. The young lady made quite a persuasive argument. I should think you’d actually be proud of me. I could have fucked her. She wanted me to. I definitely wanted to, once we got going. But it would have broken one of our boundaries.”“Yeah I bet you did,” she said with a purr. She dragged her hand lightly over my groin and gave me one of her dick-stiffening smiles. “I bet you wanted to push her down on the hood of the car, spread those firm young thighs, and fuck her good.”“Actually, if I had my ‘druthers, I’d have taken her behind. Like I do you. Girls with wide hips and sexy asses are just perfect for good, hard doggy-style fucking. “Fuck Baby, I’d love to see that. Damnit Frank, why didn’t you bring her here?” She seemed genuinely irritated with me. I wasn’t sure if it was out of concern for Trisha, or her voyeuristic fetish. Maybe both. “That pesky freewill thing. k**napping and all that. Honesty, honey, I tried. I couldn’t talk her out of leaving. She even made me promise to give her a three-day head start before contacting her m0ther to tell her where she went. She pouted a little and seemed to release me from her wrath for the moment. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling for long moments, seemingly lost in thought. Then she gasped and he eyes opened wide. “Yes! Her m0ther! Maybe we can’t do any more to help Trisha, but that doesn’t mean we can’t help her m0ther!” “What? How, what do you mean?”“She’s still living with that asshole. Maybe he’s abusing her too. Many she wants out, but she doesn’t know anybody. We should help. We should get her out of there.” “Honey, you, of all people, should know better than that. How long did your m0ther stay with your abusive father? She never left him. To this day talks about him like he was a pillar of society. Never assume a captive partner is staying because she has to. Maybe she’s comfortable. Maybe…maybe she’s an enabler. Hell, maybe she’s a sub in a D/S relationship. At any rate, the last person she’s likely to leave with is a stranger off the street.”She was quiet for a long time. Finally, she spoke up, with a more confident tone in her voice. “Maybe she couldn’t leave because she didn’t want to leave her d@ughter alone with him. Maybe now that Trisha’s gone, she’s ready to go too. She just needs someone to help facilitate her exit.” “Maybe, maybe not. We don’t know any of this.”“I do. I’m an empath, remember. I can feel it. I know she wants out.” “Wait a minute, that’s not how it works. Didn’t you tell me that, being an empath means you feel things that belong to other people, but you don’t know whose feelings they are?“Well, yes sometimes. But –““So how can you be sure you know exactly what Trisha’s m0ther feels. You don’t even know her!”My challenge was louder than I intended. These conversations with Lilly where linear logic was pitted against intuition were always frustrating. This one seemed to be more emotionally charged. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t really have time to sort it out. The train was rolling downhill. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know how she feels. How a woman in her position feels! I just.. I just know. We can help her. We have to help her.”She had a look of determination. This was starting to feel less like a conversation and more like an argument – an argument in which logical would be thrown out the window. “Okay, honey, maybe you’re right. But look. It’s not that simple. Suppose she is ready. That kind of intervention is generally done by friends and family. Again ” — I pointed to my face with an exaggerated motion – “stranger off the street.”“But what if she doesn’t have any friends left? Frank, you know as well as I do that a lot of these abusers separate their victims from everyone they love. They isolate them so there’s no one left to help.”“Okay, but – Still, we’re talking about going to get her out, not going to kick him out, right? Because the idea of me barging in and making a man leave his own home is pretty ludicrous. And suppose – just for the sake of argument – that she is ready to leave – with a perfect stranger. Where do I take her? We’ve already established that she can’t stay here. So, where is her actual place of refuge? The local women’s shelter closed last year, didn’t it?”“Yeah, I think it did. Damnit. ” She sat on the bed and chewed her lower lip for a moment, mulling the options. A cloud of doubt shaded her face. Just as I thought she had surrendered to gaziemir escort reason, she stood up and started pacing. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll find someplace. I know a bunch of people in the poly community. Somebody could take her in. If there’s no other shelter, she can stay at Lisa’s”“So now, you’re volunteering someone else? You can’t do that, honey, we can’t drag other people into Trisha’s m0ther’s drama. Geez we don’t even know this woman’s name. We can’t – ”“Just leave that to me. I’ll find someone to take her, someplace she can stay. Please Frank, we have to help.”“We already have. I already have.” I was having a real problem with my temper. Why am I so angry about this?“You helped Trisha. Now we have to help her mom. Baby, this is why God put her in your path, I know it, I can feel it in the depth of my being”– she paused, whether for emphasis or to collect her thoughts I wasn’t sure – “I know you feel it too, you’re just not listening.”“Oh, so now you know what I’m feeling and what I’m ignoring in the depth of my being. This I don’t fucking believe!”“Okay fine! If you won’t do it, then I will. I’ll go and get her out. Give me the address.”“Now wait a minute, let’s not get carried away, let’s just think this through!”“Give me the damn phone!” She actually tried to grab my damned phone. I pushed her hand away, with more force than I’d intended. “Stop it!” I yelled at her. The volume of my voice shocked both of us. We glared at each other for a long moment. Then, gradually, her features softened and the anger drained from her voice. “Frank, honey, I know you can do this. We can do this. We have to. We don’t know what she’s going through, especially with Trisha gone. He may be angry, he may be taking it out on her. He may hurt her, he might even – ”“Stop it Lilly, I get the picture!” I sat back down on the bed and sighed. “We don’t know any of that’s going on. We don’t know anything about any of this.” She touched my arm gently. “What I know is this. I know that you are a good man and that you are not okay with abandoning that poor woman. Baby, I know you can do this. Just like you did for me when I left home.”“Yeah, I remember. There’s just one important difference. When I went to pick you up, you were there by yourself.”“So?”“So, what happens if Sir Black Knight rides up to rescue fair damsel and the Dragon is at home, high on crank, sharpening his claws?”“Then the handsome knight slays the dragon.” She hit me with brightest megawatt smile. It was as transparent as it could be, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t work anyway. I felt my resolve melting. I sighed, sat next to her, and put my arm around her shoulder. “Look honey, there’s just one problem. This is not a fairy tale. In this universe, people who barge into other people’s homes can be shot on sight as burglars. We don’t know anything about this guy. Is he armed? Is he paranoid? Do they have pit bulls in the house? There are a thousand things that can go wrong in this scenario, many of which can end up with Good sir Knight injured, dead, or incarcerated. “Like what?”As I ran through all the possible disastrous outcomes, I got agitated again, and found myself up and pacing, counting them off on my fingers. I made a pretty convincing case that there are about a thousand ways for this thing to go south. Lilly listened intently. At first she seemed annoyed, then thoughtful, then inscrutable. She set her face and looked at me earnestly with genuine affection. It was a confusing response to an iron-clad argument. “Or…you could go in, talk to her, tell her what Trisha said, and ask if she’d like to leave with you. If her husband objects, you could just..kick his ass. You could use some Tae kwon do on him. Then you and Trisha’s m0ther can leave together.”My God, this woman will not give up. She’s a relentless idealist. “You forget my dear that I’ve had very little formal training. A yellow belt isn’t exactly a license to kick ass.”“But you leaned a lot from Zach, your old college roommate, didn’t you?”“Well yeah, he was a black belt and he did teach me a lot.”She stood and placed her hands on my shoulders, and looked up at me with those big brown eyes swimming with sincere affection and admiration. She wasn’t playing fair. “I remember when you and Zach used to practice in the hallway in the dorm. I came to visit one time and there was a whole crowd of guys standing in the hall watching you spar.”I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory. “They were standing there because our room was right in the center of the floor, right across from the central bathrooms. Guys had to pass by to get to the bathroom. They couldn’t get by and they were afraid to interrupt us to ask permission to pass. Funny thing was, Zach and I were so focused on sparring, we had no idea they were there.” “I didn’t think it was funny.” “No?”“No, I thought it was pretty damn hot. It made me feel safe. I knew right then and there you were my guy. That if I was every in trouble, you would stand up for me.”“And I would. And I have. Made you hot huh? You never told me that before.” She ran slid her hands from my shoulders, and slid them down my chest, and d****d them around my waist as she continued her lateral assault on my fortified position. “Well, it’s….. not something I have occasion to think about a lot. But yes, watching you spar, watching you throw kicks and punches, being all macho…it made me wet.” “So.. you get wet watching me fight. And you love watching me fuck other women. You’re a pretty indiscriminate voyeur.”“Maybe I just love watching you” – that 40-megawatt smile again. Damn, she’s good – “But watching you fuck other girls is definitely hotter. It makes me wet and hungry. I wish I’d been there last night. I wish I’d gotten to watch you grope her, eat her pussy, make her cum and fuck her pretty face. I would have loved to watch you fuck her, right out in the open. Too back you didn’t have a condom.”She abruptly leaned back, cocked her head, and gave me a challenging look. “Well, when were you going to show them to me?”“Again with the pronouns. Nearest antecedent – I have no idea what you’re talking about.”“When were you going to show them to me?”“Show you what, Beloved?”“The explicit pictures you took of Trisha sucking your marvelous cock.”“Ah, those pictures. I was uh…saving them for just the right moment – which apparently just arrived.”I reached for my phone and I sat on the bed and thumbed to the cache of last night’s recorded pic and escort gaziemir video files. She pulled me down into a ‘come to papa’ cuddle position with her head resting on my chest. I was relieved that she seemed to have given up on the idea of sending me to rescue Trisha’s m0ther. As we looked through them together, she reached down with one hand and started touching herself. As we got to the video of Trisha unflinchingly draining my balls, she purred.“Mmmm, she’s good. Girl’s got skills. I’ll bet you enjoyed that.”Enjoyed it? I fucking loved it. It was one of the most erotic things, I’ve ever seen. “It was… pretty exciting yes.” Her hand slid from her groin to mine. She wrapped her hand around my stiffening meat stick. “Was…or is?”“That depends on what the meaning of the word is, is.”“Alright, Slick Willy” – she grinned – “No need to be evasive. Remember who you’re dealing with. I wish I’d been there. You know I get hot watching you with other women. I wish I’d been there to watch you bend her over the car” – she slid her leg over mine and straddled me, reached down, and positioned my now rock-hard cock against her hungry lower lips – “and slide your big hard cock into that, tight, wet, young pussy.” She slid slowly downward, enveloping my rod in her moist, wet, tender tunnel. She impaled herself then moaned and began rocking her hips. “I wanna watch you grab her hips and shove your cock into her, make her gasp and moan. I wanna watch you fuck that girl, deep and hard.”She had my cock trapped in and under her, grinding against my bone. I reached up and groped her perfect tits. She locked her eyes on mine as she described her lewd fantasy with voyeur’s delight. She created the scene and burned it into my mind. Her on her knees, with three fingers deep in her dripping pussy, watching me fuck this hot teenage girl. The fullness of her hips as she sat on my cock doubled my desire. The softness of the skin on her hips, thighs, and calves flooded my mind with joy. I caressed her firm abs and explored upward until my hands were arrested by her C cups. I rested there for a moment savoring the dual sensations of the firmness of her rib cage under my palms and the softness of her breasts against my fingers. Instinct drove them farther upward to clutch her full soft tits. She closed her eyes and started bucking back and forth, grinding her clit against me, moaning softly.“Yeah, like that, like that!” she grunted. “Fuck that girl, slam that tight young pussy. Take her, fuck her, fuck me. Fuck me Frank, fuck me hard!” My wife was not a subtle woman in any aspect of life, least of all sexually. When she kissed, she kissed hard. When she wanted to be spanked, she wanted it hard. When she fucked, she wanted it hard. I complied, my head in both spaces, being ridden by my sexy wife and drilling that sweet young runaway. Reality and fantasy melded into one intensely erotic experience. As Lilly and Trisha merged, I started bucking harder, giving Lilly what she demanded. Her eyes burned into mine, and, sensing I was on the edge, she raised herself so that we were barely connected, then paused. After what seemed an eternity, she slowly lowered herself, sheathing my rod in her hallowed nave. She slammed down, grunting as I bucked upwards. At this pace, it wasn’t long before she pushed me over the edge. All my muscles conspired against me, rippling in a wave of tension that rolled from pointed toes through my back and shoulders, then back down into my groin, where it exploded into my wife’s bottom. She felt the volley and rocked and moaned, milking the moment. She sighed, lowered her torso, and laid her head on my chest. I was still hard. I don’t know if it’s part of the African American package, but most orgasms leave me half-rigid if not fully erect, ready for the next wave. We did our little post-coital kegel dance. I flexed and stiffened inside her. She responded by squeezing me with her vaginal walls. “Lilly, you incorrigible slut” – I teased. – “making me feel bad about not fucking a nineteen year-old. What kind of feminist are you?” “The kinky, voyeur kind. The kind who likes watching my sexy husband fuck other women.” she purred. She lowered herself, d****d her torso over mine, and laid her head on my chest. “You remember how much fun we had with Ariel at the Group in Keller house party?”“How could I forget? You brought her to me and talked her into giving me a blowjob in the upstairs bedroom. We were surrounded by other people having sex, in every position imaginable. You brought this sexy young Latina over. Before I could introduce myself, she was on her knees, unzipping my jeans. I let her have her fun for a while, then dislodged her from my dick and pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs and went down on her. Such a tasty little treat she was. I went to town tonguing her pussy, slid my thumb in, and she went wild. That was fun.”“I could tell. You always were a generous lover and an eager uh…beaver eater, which is one of the many things I love about you.”“Shucks, ma’am. I aim to please. Fortunately, she had the same idea. Or maybe she’s just a sub who’s used to having men fuck her mouth and cum on her pretty face. So when I straddled her face and resumed feeding her my cock, she took it like a pro. When I warned her that she was gonna make me cum, just fondled my balls and sucked harder, then she pulled it out and took my load on her pretty face. That was dreamy.”And something I’d like to do with you more often. How do I get to have more facials with my sexy wife? “Mmm, I loved watching you play with her. Especially the look in your eyes when you were straddling her face. Passion. Desire. I felt so…connected to you. I felt like – like there was nothing in the world you wouldn’t do for me.”“At that particular moment, you were right.” And at this particular moment, there’s something I wish you would do for me, but I’m too passive to ask. Same shit, different day. Why do I have so much trouble asking for what I want?She nuzzled into my neck and began swiveling her hips, grinding again on my still-trapped probe. “Too bad Trisha’s gone. We could have all kinds of fun with a girl like that. What was it that she said about her m0ther when she left? Something about chocolate?”“No, she said, ‘Mama likes dark meat. She said she’s sure her m0ther would want to thank me in person.”“Dark meat. I’m not crazy about that term. It’s just a little, I don’t know, racist. You’re a man, not gaziemir escort bayan a hunk of meat. But, I must admit, the thought of it – oh baby, of course she does. Like m0ther, like d@ughter” – she added with a mischievous edge in her voice – “well, if I can’t watch you fuck Trisha, maybe I can watch you fuck Trisha’s mommy.”“Say what?”“I can help you fuck Trisha’s Mommy” – she purred. She was rising up again pushing off my chest and swiveling her hips, slow-dancing on my cock – “Oh, I wanna be there when she shows you her appreciation. When she sinks to her knees, unzips your pants, takes your beautiful cock out and sucks it deep into her mouth. Oh, shit, baby, I need you to fuck me again.”She rose up and tumbled off of me onto her back and drew her knees up. She beckoned for me and the magnetic force of her request was as irresistible as the sun collecting comets. I rolled over, pushed her knees farther apart and lowered myself into her hungry pussy. “Don’t hold back baby. Give it to me, hard. Mama wants her some bbc. Ooh, fuck yeah, that’s it. If I can’t watch you fuck Trisha, I can watch you fuck her horny m0ther.”“I think she already has a volunteer” I added. “Oh that asshole is just a bump in the road. You could go to their house, kick her stepf@ther’s ass and claim your prize. Show her how a real man treats a sexy woman. Then she’ll be doubly appreciative. She’ll practically throw herself at you. She’ll worship you. Almost as much as I do.”She flexed her vaginal muscles and squeezed my cock as she looked up at me. The look in her eyes was molten desire. She was a celestial creature of love and lust, cunning and will. I buried my cock in her and ground into her mound. We growled in unison.“So I go find her, get rid of her husband, and …”“Set her free. Then, let her show you her appreciation.”“With you watching from the corner?” – I added, slowly smacking her clit with my mound – “you sitting on the floor, with your legs spread wide, finger-fucking yourself like a frustrated nun? Is that how you see this playing out, you horny slut?”“Fuck yes! Then, when you’re done fucking her senseless and making her cum, I get to suck all of her sweet cream off of your lovely cock.”“Oh, fuck yes!” I growled. I started thrusting deeper and harder, slamming loudly into her.“Then, after I clean your cock, I make her lie back on the bed, and I spread her legs wide.” Her voice went up an octave and she started to tremble. I changed frequencies with her and pounded out double-four time on her pussy.“I get to eat her sweet wet pussy…make her cream all over my face! Oh fuuuuck!”We rode the crescendo of her sapphic desire together and I abandoned all pretense at self control. I pounded her deep and hard, sending rhythmic contortions rippling through her body.I pulled out, and gazed at her glistening, panting body, gorgeous and fit,. Her eyes were still closed and a serene smile spread across her face. What an amazing woman. .I am the luckiest man alive. That face…Spurred on by her lewd fantasy, I pushed myself closer to where I wanted to go. I straddled her face and presented my cock, still coated in her creamy nectar. She licked her lips and dutifully welcomed it into her mouth, and kept sucking until she’d brought me to the edge again and drained me utterly. She gulped audibly for the second time that morning and winked at me. Good girl. Not quite what I had in mind, but at least she has no qualms about swallowing. “I fuckin’ love it when you do that.” “Mmmm that’s just one of the reasons I do it” She stroked me slowly and kissed the head. Then, as she noticed that it hadn’t softened much, her brow began to furrow. Staying hard through after one orgasm wasn’t unusual for me. But staying hard after two? Geez, this m0ther-d@ughter thing is making me twice as horny as usual, if that’s even possible. I know it’s a ridiculous fantasy, but just the thought of it makes me hard as a rock. “Damn, Frank. You’re still hard? You must be really excited about these women. Should I be worried?”“Lilly, Honey. The woman I’m most excited about is right in front of me. But yeah, you have a way of firing my imagination, getting me all worked up. That bit about you watching me fuck Trisha was incendiary. Now I’m kind of wishing I had too.” “Well in the meantime, I think I can keep you busy. Anyway, there’s always – Wait a minute.” She scrunched her face up and reached for her iPhone. I rolled off of her and laid back on the bed relaxing.“Didn’t you say you picked her up on the way home from the casino and drove her to Tulsa?”“I stand by my testimony Your Honor.”“Then you drove north on 75 and 69, right?”“That is correct Your Honor.”She swiped at her phone, and squinted at the screen for a few minutes, absorbed in digital minutiae. I assumed she was checking something on one of her s*******n thousand social media apps. She looked at me with that condescending smirk I get when I can’t find something in the cabinet that she pulls out in three seconds. “Frank..” There it was, that condescending tone women reserve for their hapless husbands. “What? What’d I do, what’d I say?”“You drove right past the CVS in McAlester!” In reply to my blank stare, she continued. “CVS as in Condoms Vor Sale, Dahling! You could have just pulled over and picked up some condoms.”“Oh fuck.” – I hung my head in mock shame only partly pretending to be embarrassed that the thought had never crossed my mind – “I suck at swinging. Poly. Whatever.”She laughed out loud. “Not ‘Oh, fuck’, it’s ‘No fuck!’ Because you, my sweet, caring man, didn’t take the initiative! But you don’t suck at poly. Ironically, she did. Sorry baby, not funny.”“Thanks, I guess. I just got so into her story, that I didn’t see it as just an opportunity for a hookup. I really wanted to help. But – she was pretty damn hot. Especially twerking behind the car. At that point if I’d had a condom, I might have used it.” “Frank Williams, you’re just gonna have to find a way to be more…assertive or something. Sometimes you know, you’re just a little too nice. I’m proud of you for helping her. And, at least you got to play with her. And now, you have a chance to complete the circle. You get to rescue her sexy Mom, bring her here, and fuck her brains out. This time, I’ll get to watch” – she caressed my brow and kissed me urgently – “you want it too, don’t you baby? You want to fuck Trisha’s Mom and let me watch? Let me join the party?”“Of course I do, but don’t hold your breath, Little Miss Sluttypants. I still say, that’s a pretty tall order. It’s a fantasy, a wet dream.”“Sweetheart, dreams can come true. This one’s so real I can almost taste it. All you have to do is get rid of the asshole stepf@ther. Then we can taste it together.”

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