With her robe lying on the floor next to her, Candice stood in the study adjacent to the large den. She was hidden in the darkness as she watched her son-in-law fucking her daughter on the couch in the den.
The flickering flames from the fireplace lit up the room enough for her to get a good view of his ass as he thrust his cock deep into her, her legs pulled back, spread open for him.
This was the second time in a week that she had found them fucking in the den. The first was only because she heard noises from her bedroom upstairs.
Tonight, however, was no mistake. She’d seen Pete’s enormous cock last time as he lost his boxers and moved to push what seemed like a pussy destroying cock into her daughter.
Seeing such a lovely cock had woken her sexual desires, desires that she had pushed back since being widowed six months ago. But now, the fire was lit inside her, raging just as the fire in the den was raging, burning, consuming her. Forty is too young to be a widow, she thought to herself, her fingers teasing her clit. I need to feel someone inside me. Someone that will put this fire out. Someone like Pete, she thought.
As Cindy, her daughter massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples and moaning from being stretched so nicely by Pete’s thick cock, Candice raised a leg and placed it on the footstool of the chair she stood next to. She pushed a glass, beaded dildo into her asshole, moaning lustfully as her hand met her ass cheeks. She was now working her clit feverishly while fucking her ass roughly, timing the thrusts to match Pete’s into Cindy’s pussy, Candice felt her core quaking, the beginnings of an intense orgasm.
Cindy’s legs began to quiver, and her head began to thrash from side to side. Pinching and pulling her nipples harder and harder, she had been reduced to moans and speaking gibberish from Pete’s fucking.
She arched her back and threw her head back. She then lifted her head, tightened her belly muscles, and with a scream, she shuddered and expelled the beastly orgasm that washed over her, covering Pete’s belly and legs with her spray. Pete followed suit, ramming his cock deep inside his wife, pumping her full of his gift.
Candice came along with her daughter, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming herself, feeling her juices on her thighs. Once her orgasm subsided, she eased the dildo out of her spasming asshole, gathered her robe, and quietly left the sitting room. She hurried upstairs, leaving Pete and Cindy cuddling on the couch.
******
Candice sat quietly at the breakfast table, sipping her coffee the following morning, She gazed at Cindy sitting next to her, recognizing she wore the T-shirt that Pete had tossed on the den floor last night before he ravaged her so nicely.
She then glanced at Pete sitting at the head of the kitchenette next to Cindy. Her mind was far away from breakfast; she was lost in her sexual thoughts, remembering how not too long ago, her life was centered on sex and all things associated with the subject.
Last night’s display had woken the sexual being within her. The one that George had created and ruled over. He had owned her mind, body, and soul.
Cindy finished her breakfast, leaned over, and kissed Pete’s cheek. “I’m going to get a shower, I’m a mess,” she said quietly.
Pete smiled knowingly. “I imagine you are,” he replied.
He then watched her walk out of the room, loving how her ass cheeks jiggled, not fully covered by his t-shirt.
Candice had noticed the nice jiggle as well. “She’s got a nice ass, doesn’t she?” she asked, then gasped and covered her mouth.
“Wow, is that you, Candice?” he chuckled. “Not your normal prim and proper lingo,” he added.
“I’m sorry, I am just not myself this morning, forgive me?” she asked as she looked up and locked his eyes with hers.
“Of course. I got a kick out of it; nice to see you relaxing, you know, with all that has happened,” he replied, his eyes locked on hers.
“Well, I can’t stop living just because George died. He wouldn’t want that.”
“I’m glad to hear it, and I’m sure Cindy will be as well.”
“Can I get personal with you?” Candice asked.
“Well, sure! What’s up?” Pete replied.
“Um, I want your cock. Am I terrible?” she asked, eyes still locked on his.
“Jesus, Candice, I love your daughter! That’s a bit out of line, don’t you think?” Pete replied, his tone changing.
“I don’t want your love, I want you to give all that to my daughter, but I watched you two last night in the den. You two were too far into your lovemaking to notice me, so I watched,” she told him.
“And now, just like that, you want to have sex with me?”
“It’s complicated, but the short answer is yes,” Candice answered.
“Cindy’s father, George, and I had a very edgy and thrilling sex life, one you might not understand. I have fucked a lot of people, mostly powerful society leaders. George kept my calendar full of people, men and women alike. There is nothing I won’t do, and nobody I will not have sex with. Now he is gone. Seeing you two last night has awakened my boy, my core,” she explained.
“Really? What exactly does that mean?” Pete pushed.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Even Cindy has no idea. We were careful to hide it for many reasons,”
“Hide what?”
“George was my master, and I was his submissive. He ruled over me, especially sexually, and I served him in any way he saw fit. Unless you are involved in that lifestyle, it is hard to understand how rewarding it is,” Candice explained.
“You mean a BDSM kind of thing?” Pete asked.
“Well yes!” Candice replied, happily surprised that he understood. “What do you know about it?” she asked.
“Not much, but it has been a curiosity for me. It started in school when a few of my friends talked about it,” he told her.
“You still haven’t explained the ‘wanting to fuck me’ thing, though. Excuse my French,” he added.
“Well, I’m only forty, and I have an unusual need for sex; George and I had sex a lot, and I just told you, he farmed me out a lot! Such wonderful memories,” she replied.
“Wow, I guess from what you say, I understand somewhat, but it is still pretty crazy that we’re talking about this, your daughter is upstairs showering, and I have no desire to hurt her.”
“Me either, but my fire is burning, hot! After last night, I need sex badly. I will leave it up to you, my body is yours to use as you wish. I will not cause a problem,” she assured him.
“And if you’re curious, I can help you learn the lifestyle”
“So, how would it work?” Pete asked, surprising himself.
“I just told you, my body is yours to use as you want, whenever you want. Just take me,” she answered.
“Jesus, I can’t believe I’m even considering this. I’ll let you know, ok?” Pete told her.
“Oh, thank you. Yes, that’s fine. I promise I won’t be a problem for you and Cindy.”
“Hell, she is ripe for training for the lifestyle. She is just twenty-one and you both are fresh out of college. What better time?” she asked.
“Yeah, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves, I have to give this some thought,” he told her.
“Well, I’m here, ready and willing,” Candice replied. “To be honest, I need a new Master as much as a good fucking,” she chuckled.
She then stood up and walked around the table to where he sat. Leaning down, she kissed him sensually on the lips. Placing her mouth to his ear, “I can rock your world in ways you don’t even know about yet. Don’t wait too long You will thank me later.”
******
Candice stood in the steamy shower in the master suite, one foot on the ledge along one side, the other foot on the shower floor, her legs spread wide. She ran her hands over her pussy to make sure she was fully bald. She then did the same with her asshole.
“I should have kept up with this over the last months. I love being bald,” she whispered. “I hope you’re happy George, I am bald again like you always insisted I stayed.”
She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Once dried off, she grabbed her robe from the back of the bathroom door, pulled it on, and walked into the bedroom, sitting in the large, overstuffed chair in the corner. She grabbed her coffee, took a sip, and began to reminisce about the day that all this, this lifestyle, that she had so loved, had begun.
“Candice, you were, are such a slut,” she chuckled as the memory of that day began to play in her mind.
“George, no!” she remembered barking. “You can’t be serious!”
“Oh, but I am serious, this cannot go on! Either we find a way to control this, or I am leaving you,” he had replied.
“But George, you know I need sex, lots of sex!”
“It is humanly impossible for me to keep up with you and your needs!”
“But George, please!”
“Well, there is something that we could do, but it will mean a drastic change to things, to us,” he had told her.
“Oh, wonderful! What is on your mind,” she cooed.
“Well, I think the way to manage this is for you to become my submissive, and I you’re Master. The only way to keep you from becoming the campus fuck hole is through the lifestyle.”
“What, you mean BDSM? Isn’t that edgy, extreme even?” she had asked him.
“Well, I told you it was drastic. It is the only way I can come up with to manage your appetite and desires.”
“You know I love you, you’re my guy, but it just burns inside me, all the time,” she had told him.
She slipped off the couch in their apartment and kneeled in front of him. “I don’t know how to do this,” she said as she looked up and locked eyes with him.
“I surrender to you completely. You are the Master of me in all things. My only purpose is to obey and please you,” she had whispered.
“Well, then it is done. I promise to care for you, to protect you, and to give you all the experiences that you seem so desperate for.” he had replied.
“What a wonderful day,” she whispered as her mind popped back to the present.
“George, you were so good to me, I hope you understand what I’m doing. I know I need a new master, please understand,” she said, looking up at nothing, hoping he was looking down upon her, agreeing with her decision, her plan.
******
Thirty minutes later, Candice stood and admired herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair was braided, the braid running most of the way down her back. She smiled, knowing how much he liked her hair in a braid, “such a good handle,” he used to say as he was fucking her from behind.
Her makeup was perfect, her lips bright red. Coupled with her eyes, she had brought out the slut look nicely.
She had pushed the studs back into her pierced nipples and hung the diamonds from each one. She’d then pushed the diamond belly button ring into place and fastened the ball to the stud end. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
Finally, she reached into the vanity drawer and pulled out a tube of anal lube, and squirted a blob onto her mid-sized butt plug, George’s favorite. Bending over the vanity, holding herself up with one hand, she eased the cold chrome plug into her asshole, it had been long enough to make it a tight fit. Moaning softly, she pushed it past her ring, letting go of it as her ass pulled it into place.
“I hope he gets the message,” she said out loud.
She heard a knock on the door, “that’s good, he’s right on time,” she whispered as she turned and left the bathroom, heading to the bedroom door.
“Here we go, George, please understand,” she whispered.
She turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door.
“Fuck!” Pete moaned. He stood in the hallway in a T-shirt and shorts and took in Candice’s naked form.
“Well, that’s a good sign,” Candice chuckled. “I was so happy to get your text, you have no idea.”
“I hope I’m not making a mistake, but I’ve been able to think of nothing but our conversation since this morning,” Pete told her, his eyes roaming over her lovely body.
“It’s not a mistake, where is Cindy?” Candice asked.
“Shopping, she and Sandy will be gone most of the afternoon,” he replied.
“Nice tattoo, ‘Daddy’s Girl’? Really?” he added.
“What? Oh, that, yes, in BDSM mode, George was known as my Daddy,” Candice replied, a smile forming on her face as she ran her hand over her tattooed mons.
“Come in, please,” she said, moving out of the way so Pete could enter.
Follow me, she told him leading him to the middle of the bedroom.
“Jesus, pierced nipples, and now a butt plug?” Pete chuckled. “I have to tell you, this is like The Twilight Zone for me right now. “Who would have thought there was another side of you, such a seedy, edgy side?” he asked.
Cindy stopped, turned around, and faced Pete, taking his hands in hers. “Honey, it is not what it used to be, BDSM may not be mainstream, but at least in this city, and even state, there are a lot of prominent people in the lifestyle, and I’ve had them all” she informed him.
“Damn, really?” Pete asked. “Yes, really, I told you, there is nobody I will not have sex with, nothing I won’t do,” she answered.
She let go of Pete’s hands and knelt at his feet, “Sir, please, use me, do with me as you wish, I am your fuck toy as long as you desire,” she stated, her hands resting on her thighs, her head bowed, her legs open.
“I, I don’t know how to start this,” Pete admitted.
“Well, Sir, if I may, you should remove your clothes, and perhaps Sir would like a nice blowjob to get things started,” Candice replied without moving, her head still bowed.
“Yeah, guess you’re right, um, what do I call you?” Pete replied.
“Sir, if you call me sub, or pet, that will make me feel very loved,” Candice replied.
Pete pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, then he let his shorts fall, his half-hard cock springing up a bit when uncovered.
Stepping out of his shorts, “Get me hard, sub,” he ordered.
“Look at me, pet, suck my cock,” he told her, beginning to feel bolder.
Candice lifted her head, and reached for his cock, grasping it with her hand. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, her eyes locking with his as she licked the sensitive underside of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Pete moaned. “Yes, just like that.”
Candice pushed her mouth over Pete’s cock and began to bob up and down on it, taking it deeper each time she pushed down. Tears formed in her eyes as she bobbed, I’m so happy, this is where I belong, she thought to herself.
“God, Candice, I mean pet, this feels so good, you really know your way around a cock,” Pete moaned.
Candice raised her head, “Sir, I’d make you cum in my mouth, but to be honest, I need your cock in my holes,” she told him, lifting her head, locking eyes, drool running off her chin.
“Holes?”
“Yes, holes” she replied, turning away from him, laying her head on the carpet, and spreading her legs. “Holes, pull the plug out, Daddy, and fuck my holes! I don’t care where you cum, but stretch my holes, please Daddy!”
Something in Pete snapped, and his head began to spin, he felt something inside that he’d never felt, pure animal lust.
Quickly he fell to his knees behind his pet, he grabbed her hips, lined up his raging cock, and without warning, rammed it into her roughly, bottoming out hard against her ass.
“Oh, yes, fuck me, Daddy, stretch me with that monster cock, fuck me, I’m yours!” Candice screamed. I belong to him, she thought to herself as her new Daddy began to pummel her pussy.
“Goddamn, you have a nice pussy. So tight, so wet,” Pete moaned, losing control.
“My ass, my ass! Cum in my tight ass!” Candice begged.
Pete slipped his fingers around the jewel of her butt plug and after a few tugs, felt the ring release it. Without hesitation, he lined up with the rosebud and slowly pushed his cock into an asshole for the first time. “Jesus Christ,” he moaned as the ring relaxed and he slipped balls deep into his new pet.
“Yes, fuck yes, Daddy, fuck me, fill my ass with your cum!” Candice yelled, knowing in her heart that their bond had been completed…she was his now.
It did not take Pete long to lose control and cum inside his pet’s ass. So many things going through his head, most of all, the bond that he now felt for her, things had changed, and there was no going back.
“Fuck, cumming!” he groaned, then grunted and came inside her ass. “Thank you, pet,” he whispered as he leaned over and kissed her back.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
