Paul was not one, to be easily ordered about by women. After he had been sucking for a few minutes, he shifted his body around, then he forced his cock into position near Sue's lips. She didn't see that there was any choice but to take the swollen member into her mouth and begin to suck. She was in the classic sixty-nine position. Paul strained his head in order to get his lips as close to her pussy as possible.
From the bizarre angles required by the sixty-nine position, it was hard to keep his mouth in close proximity with her clitoris. After a few minutes of futile struggle, he was stricken with an attitude of "I don't care-ism" and he removed his mouth from her pussy altogether.
Sue, on the other hand, was wholeheartedly into sucking his cock. She knew that he intended to play the role of the bastard, but his cock tasted so good that she just decided to keep on sucking him no matter what he did. She was terribly surprised when he brutally ripped his penis out of her mouth, and sat opposite her, looking at her with a tremendous leer on his face.
"I feel like fucking," was all he said. "Right now."
"Oh," said Sue, "so here's a side of you I haven't seen before. Okay, big man, I guess we'll do some fucking." She reached out to grab hold of his cock. It was rock-hard, coated with her own saliva. She could feel it pulse and throb. Right under her fingers was a thick blue vein that spasmed obscenely. She squeezed his cock hard, almost too hard. Paul let out a surprised yelp, as her fingers tightened around his violently erect member.
"Well, you wanted to fuck," said Sue. "Go ahead." She leaned back, stretched her legs up in the air and waved them like some kind of an ersatz pin-up girl from the forties.
Paul grinned. He stood up and scooped Sue Carson into his arms. He could feel the jelly like softness of her ripe body, and he could swear that he heard her ripe cunt making little gurgling noises. She giggled. Paul carried her over to a dark corner of the barn. When he got to a likely looking pile of old hay, he flung her down on it roughly.
"Hey, watch it," she grunted.
Without answering, Paul found himself on top of Sue all over again. She allowed him to force her to her back, and this time she made no effort to crawl away when his hands eagerly probed for the opening to her warm slit. Paul leaned over and kissed her cunt lightly, this time making sure that he was in control of matters.
While he kissed her crotch, he also took the time to mouth her white inner thighs and her smooth soft belly. She tasted slightly salty, but good. Every time he got close to her little clit she started to squirm and buck, and he had to hold her down so that he could take his sweet time about lapping her the way he wanted to perform the task!
Sue was happy inside. She always knew a stud when she met one. She knew from experience that the men who talk the least about sex are often the ones who can perform the most aptly. She spread her thighs a little more in order to give Paul a better view of her snatch.
Things were going well. She fully intended to turn Paul's innocent Polaroid joke into a full blown blackmail scheme. A glossy photo of Hamilton fucking his own daughter's would certainly not help his career. Once she allowed Paul to enjoy all the pleasures that her body had to offer, she would attempt to enlist Paul's aid in getting the scheme rolling. There was one little problem. Paul was Hamilton's brother. She didn't know if he would take kindly to her attempts to ruin his kinfolk. However, she was almost certain that the lure of the quick cash would win out over brotherly love.
Paul's desire was ever increasing, and now all he wanted to do was bury his cock inside of the warmth of her snatch. His hand was already in her cunt two knuckles deep, and she was responding to his caresses nicely. He felt her give a slight start of surprise, then his fingers quickly parted her outer pussy lips, and settled on her clitoris.
"Paul! That's good. I want it now," she moaned, and this time she really meant it. He heaved himself up on her delectable body, until the both of them were face to sweating face. She heard the little whooshing noise of his cock sliding up her belly, then he took his penis in hand and placed the knob of it on the opening. He pressed, and the hard glistening head of the dick made it's way into her canal. She arched her legs, thrust up her hips, and grabbed him around the waist, so that he was buried in her cunt up to the hilt. Before he could even start his thrusting motions, she started her own coital thrusts with a frenzied, eager motion.
Sue Carson hadn't really expected anything as forceful as this! She thought she was going to get a slow, ordinary fuck, but this Paul character was laying it on like a jack-hammer. She was panting and moaning, not faking it, but really having the shit fucked out of her. She wondered if his dick was getting harder by the second. It sure felt like it. It damn near felt like he was expanding inside of her, like some sort of infernal machine, built for fucking. She shut her eyes, simply allowing herself to experience the sensations on her cunt. Once she had taken a yoga class, where they had told her to try to make believe that there was an outside observer watching her every move. She, felt like that now, she felt like somebody was watching her get the living hell buttered out of her. She was wild with passion. Her whole being seemed to emanate from her cunt, her burning, roaring cunt that was being so expertly pounded by Paul's hard and talented dick.
"You're the damn best girl I ever fucked," groaned Paul, his eyes tightly shut.
She couldn't really understand why he was saying that. She hadn't really done anything except to maybe tease him a little. That certainly wouldn't account for her being the "best girl he ever had". Well, she thought, I might as well give him a little run for his money. She started to wriggle and writhe as fast as she could, actually belly-dancing beneath him, shaking like a mad-lady. Her hips seemed to be possessed with a life of their own. Her cunt contracted, holding Paul's cock in a vice-like grip.
She felt his hand slip under her and knead her soft meaty buttocks. The touch of his hand seemed to flood her with lust, and she redoubled her efforts towards inducing her orgasm. She really didn't think that she was going to be able to come again, but the sudden feel of his hand made her aware that she was really enjoying herself. She sighed deeply as she felt his cock bounce deeply inside of her, hitting the back of her womb with great force.
Sue braced her heels against an old block of wood. She reared her hips up, while Paul heaved and strained on top of her. Paul reached down and touched the floor with his knuckles, like some sort of great ape. Actually, all he was doing was bracing himself. It enabled him to keep much better control of the situation. He was obviously greatly skilled in sexual matters. He knew how to pace his own coital movements with hers. Sue couldn't believe it, but this man was actually bringing her close to orgasm, even though she was greatly fighting it.
The whole barn began to swirl around her. Her eyes became misty and glazed, as they trysted together in the hay. The strenuous churning of his bloated cock inside of her cunt filled her with indescribable pleasure. Suddenly, her cunt began to cream vigorously. Her fuck-juice spurted out in great wet gobs as Paul pounded her again and again with his oversized penis.
Paul was able to hold himself in for a few seconds more, then his cock started to spurt its load into her cunt. He could feel the walls of her pussy contract around his cock like some sort of a huge wet glove, pulling and squeezing his penis. Sue wriggled as hard as she could. She wasn't even aware of doing it consciously. She did it more out of some sort of a reflex action. Paul took full advantage of this. He pulled his cock out a little of the way, so that just his glans was in her cunt. Her undulations and squirmings were making him feel very nice indeed. He grunted heavily, pushed his cock in fully, and ejaculated his last drops of sperm into her bottomless cunt.
Finally, it was all over. Paul was exhausted and drained. He pulled his penis out of her cunt and lay back, panting heavily. Sue saw her chance. Now that Paul's defenses were down, he would be more open to suggestion. She cradled his head in her hands, and started to whisper to him.
"Paul," she said, "I know I just met you, but I have an idea in mind. I know you've always been jealous of your brother's success. How would you like a chance to get back at him?"
"What do you mean?" asked Paul warily.
"You took those Polaroid's. I know you meant them only as a joke, but this is a perfect chance to blackmail him. I can tell Hamilton that I have the pictures. I'll make him pay up!"
"I don't know. He's my own brother. That would be a rather nasty stunt to pull on him," said Paul. He had expected something like this. He decided to play it dumb.
Sue began to caress his balls again. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him. If he had said no, rather than maybe, then she would have quit. But a little application of her hands to his genitals would soon resolve his indecision. She stroked him carefully, then she ducked down and popped one of his balls into her mouth. Paul groaned in pleasure. Sue continued to lick, letting him get the full feel of the flat of her tongue. Even though his organ was flaccid, Paul enjoyed the tongue massage thoroughly. Sue smiled, and licked harder. After ten minutes of this stroking, Paul was left with a cock in a state of semi-erection.
He again started to jerk around, grunting and writhing and twisting his body.
"C'mon Paul, don't you think it would be a good idea?" she cajoled him.
"Well, maybe. I really don't think it would be right. After all, I hardly know you. What if Hamilton was just using you to make me the butt of a practical joke?" he asked.
"That's hardly possible," she chuckled, "but if you really don't want any part of it, I'll just have to manage by myself. I figure he'll pay me off a healthy pension, for the rest of my life. You ought to be angry. Don't you remember the way he insulted you when he caught you with his daughters?"
"Well, I really don't blame him. Wouldn't you be angry if I was caught fucking your daughters?" he said, with a foolish grin.
"Not if I were fucking them myself, like that lecherous brother of yours," she quipped.
Paul took a few minutes to think this one over. It would be pretty rotten to blackmail his own brother, but then again, why not? Hamilton had made good with his life, while Paul had to be content to be a has-been his whole life. If he could only pull this thing off! He HAD always been jealous of his brother. Hamilton was nothing but a lousy leech. It might be a good idea to blackmail him after all. Why not, he mused. Still, HE would have to live with the guilt!
He was brought back to his senses by the feel of Sue Carson's tongue on his cock. She had left his balls, and now she was moving up on his body, reaching for his semi-hard dick. Paul stifled a groan, and eased his cock deeper into her mouth. He really didn't believe it possible. The last time he had come so many times a day had been way in his youth. He almost felt like a new man. He had to keep Sue Carson sucking at all costs!
"Yes!" he said loudly. "Sue Carson, this has been the most enlightening day in my entire life. I never used to confront my feelings about Hamilton, I always hid my hatred under the guise of brotherly affection. But that little bastard is not only a no-good child molester, but he's too rich for his own good. I think we ought to teach him a lesson. I think this blackmail idea is a fine thing!" he stated.
As soon as she heard these words Sue started to suck him even harder than she was before. Paul responded rapidly to this increased pressure on his cock. He was amazed at himself. Could it be possible that, he was going to have another orgasm? He jerked his whole body back and forth, jamming his swollen organ deep into Sue's throat. She choked a little bit, but then she relaxed and managed to accommodate the entire thing. Sue Carson was certainly sex-crazy alright. She could make a dead man come with her talented mouth. Paul was willing to testify to that. He closed his eyes, and simply let her work out with her mouth, until he felt the rumblings of another orgasm well up through his body. He arched his back, getting ready to release a final load into Sue Carson's willing mouth. He took in a deep breath of air, and felt his sperm shoot out of his body. It seemed as if his head were exploding with pure pleasure!
The third orgasm of the day is always better than the first, thought Paul. The first one is nice. It's like a quick release of desire that has been building up for a long time. Tins second orgasm of the day is even better. It is usually slow and drawn out, and one can take a longer time appreciating it's pleasant effects. But there's something about a third orgasm that bordered on heaven. It's a long excruciating kind of pleasure/pain that touches on the divine. The third orgasm of the day is always the best, the ultimate come.
That was what Paul was thinking as he shot his wad deep into Sue's throat. She wasn't expecting him to ejaculate at that point. When the sperm started coursing down her throat, she choked for a moment before she regained her wits enough to start swallowing. Paul seemed to be exploding forever. Glob after glob of sperm shot down her throat. It filled up her mouth, and then it began to spill down her cheeks and her neck. She kept his dick in her mouth until he was through. Then, she slowly drew the exhausted cock out of her mouth, and licked her lips with a smile.
"What a powerful boy you are! I see we'll make a very good partnership indeed," she cooed. She figured he would go along with her viscious scheme, at least for a while.
Paul needed a few seconds to catch his breath. "Well, uh, I think well be able to do business together." He was lying, but he hid his true emotions well. A consummate actor.
He was amazed at both himself, and this woman. She was capable of making him feel like a new man. Sue giggled to herself, then she got up and started to strut boldly back to her car.
"C'mon, Paul. We have to make it back to the house before it gets dark. Hamilton will wonder where we've gone and I don't want him to get suspicious!"
"I don't think he really gives a shit. After all, he's got those two little nymphomaniacs to take care of him," grinned Paul. "I don't see how the bastard does it. With all those little secretaries and what not hanging around, why does the guy want to sleep with his own daughters? It's a complete mystery to me!"
"Wouldn't you prefer them? I mean, you were sleeping with them yourself! They have to be the sexiest things on two feet," said Sue. Paul grinned, then he stroked Sue's body, pausing to feel her huge breasts. They were like ripe melons. So huge, so firm, so nice!
"Maybe they look good, but they're not anywhere near as talented as you. What the hell are you talking about anyway? You're one of the best looking girls I've ever seen," said Paul.
"You don't mean that!" she blushed, unused to compliments on her appearance.
"Sure I do, you're amazingly good-looking. If those brats become anywhere as gorgeous as you in the next couple of years, I'd say they were very lucky. You belong on a magazine cover, or in the centerfold," he beamed. She was a sucker for compliments.
Sue was pleased at these compliments, but she wanted to get home as fast as she could. She wanted to get to her private stash of Polaroid pictures before anyone else discovered where they were. Paul might get wise too. If he counted them, and found six instead of eight, he would know that something was up. She still wasn't sure if he was going to go along with her blackmail scheme. Even if he copped out, she would still have HER stash of pictures.
They got to the car and hastily got dressed, pulling on their wrinkled garments.
"You look like you've just been fucked," said Paul. Sue angrily tore her comb through her disheveled hair. "What do you expect, asshole?" she glared. She was in no mood for jokes.
"Sorry," mumbled Paul, "I was only making a joke!"
Jesus, thought Sue. No wonder the guy was a failure in show business. He couldn't say anything funny to save his life. She started the car, and angrily stomped on the gas pedal. I have to be nice to this guy, she thought to herself. Now that he knows my little scheme he could spoil everything. They zipped through the country roads, until they came to the main highway. In a little while, they were back in Hamilton's neighborhood. She discreetly parked the car away from the house, so that nobody could see them arrive. She was figuring on the chance that Hamilton hadn't noticed her leaving. Paul fixed himself up, so that his clothes didn't look like a wreck. He walked in first, then Sue came in about fifteen minutes later.
When she walked in, Paul was sitting on the sofa, picking his teeth with a toothpick.
"They didn't even know we were missing," he grinned, "I think Hamilton's in the shower with those two sluts of his. Who knows what they're doing in there."
"I wouldn't be too hard pressed to guess," chuckled Sue, "I have a good idea. I'll go inside and sex it up a little bit with all of them. That way, Hamilton won't suspect any hanky-panky. When we hit him with the blackmail notes and the photos, it'll be a complete surprise to the louse!"
"Good idea," said Paul. He pointed to a book that was sitting on the bottom of Hamilton's bookshelf. The book was "War and Peace".
"Do you see that book there?" Paul asked.
"What about it?" answered Sue.
"I've got those Polaroid's hidden in there. Hamilton will never read that book, so he'll never find the pictures. I'll just keep them in there until I'm ready to leave, and we'll retrieve the prints later."
"Why don't we threaten him right away?" asked Sue.
"No. Not while I'm a guest in his house. I have a few scruples left," replied Paul.
"Well, you figure out whatever you want. In the meantime, I'm going to see what they're doing in the shower," replied Sue. She left Paul standing there. He watched the well-built secretary disappear into the bathroom. As soon as the door clicked shut, he reached for the copy of "War and Peace", took out the pictures, and replaced them with a note. The note read: I know you have the other pictures, slut, but you'll be sorry if you try to use them. Chuckling insanely, Paul ripped the sleazy pictures up into about thirty pieces, then he went into the other bathroom, and flushed them down the toilet.
Meanwhile, Sue Carson found herself in the middle of a sordid scene. The two girls, Daphne and Tricia, were busy soaping up their father. Hamilton lay in the bottom of the tub like a sultan. The two girls were scrubbing him and kissing him. His erect cock protruded out of the water like a periscope of an ersatz submarine. All three of them were naked. Sue stood in front of them, hands on her hips, her tits jutting proactively through her thin top.
"And what might be going on in here?" she asked cheerily. Hamilton opened his eyes, and saw his well endowed little secretary. He couldn't believe she had the nerve to return.
"Sue Carson!" he blurted, "What are you doing here? I thought you left with my brother, Paul! To tell the truth, I thought you were both gone for good!"
"Then you knew we had left!" exclaimed Sue.
"Sure I did. As a matter of fact, I was glad. It left the whole house to me and my girls!" As he spoke, Tricia and Daphne looked at Sue defensively. They had enough trouble with the rivalry between themselves. They didn't want another female to get into the picture.
"We can take care of Daddy," said Tricia, arching her back and tossing back her long mane of silky hair.
"Yeah, we'll take care of Daddy," said Daphne. Her little breasts shook defiantly.
"Nonsense. I'm sure your father would like the expert attentions of an older woman. Wouldn't you, Hamilton, dear?" said Sue sweetly. Her pussy was right in Hamilton's face.
"Well, I don't know…" stammered Hamilton.
Sue dropped to her knees and popped Hamilton's soapy cock into her mouth. It tasted bitter at first, but she soon washed the offensive suds down her throat. She pressed her head downwards, allowed Hamilton to get the full benefit of the warmth of the inside of her mouth.
Hamilton arched upwards. This was too good to be true. Two nude daughters and a cock-sucking secretary to boot. Tricia and Daphne pressed closer together, eager to watch the older woman suck their lather's cock. The hard shaft slid easily in and out of her throat, as she compressed her lips tightly, making full use of the suctional properties inherent in the soapy water. She allowed the cock to slip out of her lips. It exited with a loud smacking noise, and Hamilton collapsed backwards into the tub. "Nice," he said.
"I can do better than that!" shouted Tricia and Daphne at the same time. Tricia was the first to act on her assertion. She grabbed for her father's penis, with her hair streaming behind her. Her breasts, hobbling and dripping, slapped against her father's thighs as she popped the big cock into her mouth. Daphne, had a hard time duplicating Sue Carson's cock-swallowing act. Daphne tried to let the cock go all the way into her throat, but after the first few inches she found herself choking. She pulled up and tried again. She could manage about half the cock, but after that, the big fat glans got lodged in her throat. She could taste the oozing pre-come fluid as it seeped into her mouth. For an instant, she let her father's penis slip out of her mouth. She looked at it almost quizzically, then she lowered her head back down so that she could suck on it, determined to match Sue Carson's oral prowess.
She kept her eyes on the cock as it got close and closer to her face. From a few inches away, she could see the pink circle of the glans with the piss-slit in the middle, then as she got closer, the warm pink flesh dominated her entire field of vision. She was forced to look at it almost cross-eyed. She could see the tip of her nose and the edges of her lips, then her lips opened and the big penis slipped back inside the warmth of her mouth.
The cock-head felt huge inside of her mouth. She pursed her lips, determined to do a better job than Sue Carson.
"Ahhhh," groaned Hamilton. He enjoyed being the center of attention, the main attraction. There was something fantastically sexy about being sucked off by his own daughter, while his two other gorgeous women watched. He reached out and felt the warm, rubbery, wet-slippery skin of his sucking daughter. "Daphne, Daphne, Daphne!" he moaned softly. Tricia, always jealous, watched her father's cock with increasing desire and greed. She couldn't wait until she got that cock in her mouth. She'd show her bitch of a sister!
Daphne sucked harder, closing her eyes, letting her entire being focus on the sensation of that immense penis bobbling in her throat. She could feel it's very aliveness as it entered her mouth, almost chocking her with its length, scalding her throat with it's heat. She could feel the water as it splashed around her. She felt dirty and sexy and good. She was a real cock-sucker. She was pleasing her father!
Before Hamilton could come in her mouth, he felt another pressure on his cock. Tricia had it right near the base, and now she was pulling it out of her sister's mouth. Before Daphne could do anything, she was on her back, sloshing around in the water of the big sunken tub. Tricia then fastened her mouth on her father's penis, and she began to suck where her sister had left off.
Daphne was just about to start clawing her sister when she felt Sue Carson lay hands on her. "Now girls, don't fight. There's plenty where that came from," she said loudly.
"What do you mean?" pouted Daphne. Sue Carson looked at Tricia who was now forcefully sucking cock. "Ill show you a way that we all can suck him," she said cheerfully.
Tricia reluctantly took the big penis out of her mouth. She glared angrily at Daphne. Hamilton didn't say anything. As long as it felt good, he couldn't care less what the bitches did. "Now, Daphne, you suck on his balls, very gently, and Tricia, you lick one side of his cock. I'll lick the other. When he starts to come, well all raise our heads, and let him shoot his cream all over us."
"Sort of like musical chairs!" yelped Tricia, clapping her hands like a small child.
"Oboy, a game! I love games," added Daphne. Sue smiled inwardly. These little sluts are just like babies. She would be able to manipulate them to suit her purposes.
Unknown to either Sue Carson or Hamilton Burns, Uncle Paul was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, Polaroid camera in hand. He knew that Sue Carson was up to no good, and he figured that this was the time to retaliate. He always liked a good practical joke, and now was the time to have the last laugh on Sue. He waited, camera in hand, until Sue lowered her mouth over Hamilton's cock.
He clicked picture after picture. The obscene trio of girls were making so much noise that they couldn't hear the rather sharp noises of the camera. Hamilton was obviously completely oblivious to any outside stimuli.
Picture after picture came out, all perfect. Uncle Paul chuckled to himself as he looked at the glossy prints. He'd teach that Sue Carson a lesson. Imagine her thinking that she would get him to blackmail his own brother! He'd simply agreed with her just to see if she would take him into his confidence. Even if he was jealous of Hamilton's success, he would never stoop to blackmailing his own flesh and blood. After he had several fine prints of Sue Carson in several different stages of fellatio, he crept out of the room, with nobody the wiser.
Sue was completely unaware that she had been photographed in her ignonimous poses. She happily continued sucking cock, until she felt Hamilton's orgasm approach. She could always tell when a man was close to getting his nut. The balls would always tense up just a little bit, and the slow, easy pace of his fucking would turn to sharp staccato jerks. Usually, the guy would also start panting and shaking. Hamilton was displaying all of these symptoms. He groaned loudly, as Sue increased the pressure of her hot sucking lips around the heated glans of his prick.
"Uhhhh, my God!" rasped Hamilton. He held Sue's head tightly, as his two daughters increased their pace of licking and sucking. Sue just managed pull her head away.
"Now, girls!" she barked. Sue held the shuddering cock tightly between her thumb and forefinger. With the other finger near the base of the cock, she directed the tip of Hamilton's penis towards her face. Her lush red lips were open, and her mouth was drooling saliva. Tricia and Daphne also had their faces directly in front of Hamilton's penis. Tricia was giggling, but Daphne looked dead serious. She stared at her father's cock, mouth open, lips ready. Sue squeezed his penis as hard as she could, so that the jet of sperm would shoot out on a fine spray.
"Ahhhhh!" grunted Hamilton. Sparks were practically flying out of his eyes.
His vision seemed to cloud, and he leaned back, riding a wave of pleasurable sensation.
In thick, fast wallops, the sperm flew out of Hamilton's prick. The white, almost frothy liquid gushed out, spraying first Sue Carson's face, then Daphne's, then Tricia's. The three women were dripping with thick clouts of the hot sperm, as Hamilton struggled to break free of Sue's monkey grip on his cock. She was squeezing him so hard, it was almost painful. Hamilton writhed like a fish out of water. Through his half closed eyes, he could see the image of the three naked women, mouths open like goldfish, being drenched with his copious flow of seminal fluid.
Sue directed the semen like she was holding onto a firehose. She let first a little spray on her face, then one sister's, then the other's. They were just about equally coated with the thick come. It coated their lips, ran down their necks, and dripped onto their water-soaked breasts. Relaxing a bit, Sue let the final droplets of sperm drip out of Hamilton's cock. Hamilton was gasping for breath, Daphne licked her lips, cleaning herself of the sticky sperm. On the other hand, Tricia was still jiggling. She also licked up all the semen that was on her body, but she took the whole thing in a more humorous vein.
"Was it good, girls?" asked Sue, with a wry grin on her face.
"Was it ever!" chirped Tricia. Her perky tits bounced back and forth. She had the body of a full grown woman, but her mind was not yet up to snuff. Still, she was an exquisite specimen of femaleness. Her huge tits were full, with not a hint of sag, and her smooth round ass was round and broad, squished as it was against the cool tile on the bottom of the Roman style bath tub. "Nice," added Daphne. She licked her red lips slowly, and winked at her father. Hamilton was again out of it. He had wanted to retain control over the situation, because he wanted to present a strong father image to his daughters, but it seemed as if the women were winning out over him after all. He was nothing but a helpless pawn in their games of rivalry. But, on the other hand, he was getting the full benefit of all of this competition. What more could a man want? He thought about what his friend Jerry had told him, a long time ago. Jerry owned a topless bar, and Hamilton had asked him what he wanted out of life.
"What do I want out of life?" guffawed Jerry, "I'll tell you what I want out of life. The men who come into my bar have their shoes shined, a clean suit on, and a wallet full of money. When they come into my place, they keep the floor clean, they don't fight because they don't want to ruin their suits, and they spend their money. Now I take this money, I make sure I get three square meals a day, three blow-jobs a night, and a color TV. Now you tell me, what else could a man want? Eh?" Jerry had said. On reflecting, Hamilton didn't have a better answer.
Now Hamilton sat in the tub, thinking about this conversation. What else could he want? He had everything, including six color TV's, and he had three beautiful women sucking his cock for as long as he could stand. Hamilton smiled. He was a happy man. He should have given Jerry more credit in the first place, for his accurate, though somewhat crude insights.
Sue Carson was the first to take control over matters, after this orgy of lust. She patted Daphne and Tricia on their rumps, and told them to leave the tub.
"Aww, gee," started Tricia, but Hamilton gave her an angry stare. "Tricia, do as Sue tells you," he said. "We have some important business to discuss," he winked stupidly at Sue.
The two girls left the room, and stalked up to their bedroom. They were once again angry at Sue Carson. Who did that bitch think she was? She had no right to take over her father's life like she was doing. Just because she knew how to suck didn't give her the right to order them around, like she was their mother or something. But while they were grumbling, Sue was busy downstairs, working on their father. She was certainly a conniving little bitch.
"Did you like that, Hamilton?" asked Sue. She had a way of gaining men's favor. She knew that all men's reactions stem from the feelings lodged in their cocks. Accordingly, she kept her hands on Hamilton's cock. Even though he had just been brought to a groaning orgasm, he still responded to her gentle patting and fondling.
"Very nice," he replied.
"Hamilton?" she asked again, increasing the pressure on his penis, to a gentle beat.
"What?" he said.
"Don't you think it's a bad idea?"
"What idea?" he said angrily. What the hell did this bitch want out of him, anyway?
"Fooling around with those two daughters of yours. I know that they're very sexy and all, but isn't it dangerous for a man of your position to be fucking around with his own children? I mean, you could pervert them for the rest of their lives!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" asked Hamilton angrily. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want with them. They're my daughters, aren't they?"
"Sure, they're your daughters, but you could be perverting them horribly. What will they do when they realize that they can't fuck their father for the rest of their lives? You can't screw them up that way! They'll hate you for it later!" insisted Sue.
"Look, I don't give a shit about it. I'll do what I want, when I want! Is that clear?" said Hamilton loudly, Sue was getting him angry. Who was she to butt into his affairs?
"No, it's not clear. You had better listen to me, or you might just get in a lot of trouble," she said, with a menacing tone in her voice.
"And what's that supposed to mean, Miss High and Mighty? You're a fine person to be moralizing. Who got them started fucking and sucking other women? Who are you to tell me how to raise my own daughters?" he insisted. He was getting quite displeased with this slut. He figured that he might even ask her to leave. I mean, who needed a slut like Sue telling him what to do? She was merely a pest. He was sick of her.
"I'll do whatever I want with my daughters. You just remember your place!" he said.
"I won't. I'll do whatever I want, and I'll say whatever I want!" yelped Sue. "From now on, buddy, I'm not going to take anymore orders from you. You're going to be in for a terrible surprise!" she hissed. Just wait till he found out about those pictures!
"I don't know what you mean, but you're fired. I'm not going to take anymore shit from a stupid bitch like you," said Hamilton. Sue Carson jumped up and started to run out of the room. Hamilton was right on her heels. He caught her by the hair, and brought her down with a flying tackle.
"That's not all you're going to get, young lady. I think a little spanking might be in order, I've taken enough insults from everyone. First, you come into my home and teach my daughters your own private brand of filth, then you insult me to my face. I'm going to teach you a lesson once and for all!"
"Don't you dare, don't you dare!" screamed Sue. Her arms and legs flailed wildly while Hamilton wrestled her to the floor. "Don't you lay hands on me, you bastard!" she shrieked. Hamilton puffed deeply. He was having a hard time holding Sue Carson down. She was struggling like a banshee. He sat on top of her, forcing her down by sheer brute weight, while he looked around for something to restrain her with. His new bathrobe was hanging on a hook on the other side of the ornate, decorated bathroom. He grabbed Sue by the hair, and dragged her nude body across the room. Seizing the sash, he ripped it off the bathrobe, and began to wrap it around Sue Carson's wrists. "Damn you! Stop that! Let me go!" she wailed.
"Not on your life, cunt," bellowed Hamilton. He was starting to lose control of himself. He was normally a cool and collected, if lecherous man, but every once in a while he would lose his temper and go on a rampage. This was one of those times. The last time he had flown into such a rage was several years ago, when he had been attacked by two fruity characters in a bar. He didn't remember what had happened, but he did remember waking up with his fists all raw and bloody. One of his attackers was found with both arms broken in the street, and the other had run off, after trying to pick up the remainder of his teeth from the floor. It had been quite a lot of effort for Hamilton's lawyers to shut everyone up.
Sue was screaming and kicking, but now Hamilton had her hog-tied in a squealing bundle on the floor. He pulled her wrists, tied behind her back, way up to meet her feet, then he tied all four limbs together with a big knot behind her back. Now Sue Carson lay totally naked and helpless on the floor. She was on her stomach, rocking back and forth with her wet belly as the pivot point. She glared at Hamilton, and kept shrieking, using the most vile language she could conjure up. "Alright, bitch, alright. I'll make you shut up!" raged Hamilton. He was turning red, like a Viking who was having a fit of the blood-lust. He was getting more and more incoherent, and he realized that he was losing touch with himself. Still, Sue Carson had really tried to provoke him, and now she was going to pay for it.
He stormed around the room, completely naked, his prick dangling and bouncing between his legs. Sue's screaming was driving him crazy. He took a wet washcloth, soaked with water and soap, and gave it a quick wringing over the tub. Sue's eyes widened in terror.
"What are you trying to do? What are you… mmmpphhh!!!" she blustered. Hamilton had jammed the wet washcloth into her mouth, then he took the sash from Tricia's bathrobe and wrapped it around Sue's head, fastening the washcloth in place. "Mmmphhggghhhh!" she roared. She waggled her ass, and scraped her belly along the floor, but she was tied quite tightly. There would be no escape for her. Now she questioned the wisdom of her acts. She had intended to merely provoke Hamilton, then present him with her blackmail demands, but he had turned the tables on her. Now she was a helpless, gibbering captive. She didn't know what Hamilton would do next!