Bucket list -4

I'd lost track of the video timeline by now. I was fully focussed on Fiona's pussy.

"Make me cum, make me cum. I want all that dick in me," she begged.

I started giving her a full stroke of the dildo. My mouth working overtime.

I felt her whole body tense up, as she reached her climax.

"Gawdddd," she screamed.

I was rock hard again, by now. I flipped her over, whilst she was still in the throes of her orgasm. I picked her up and stood her, legs spread, against the dance pole, in the centre of the room. I picked up the discarded handcuffs, and cuffed her hands to the pole.

Fiona was going to take it in the ass again.

I edged us around a bit, so we could both see the screen. By now the woman had the fucking machine dildo back in her mouth and her stepson's cock in her ass.

"Fuck her," urged Fiona, to the on-screen character.

"Fuck her hard.."

The woman in the video was pushing back against her step-son, forcing him deeper.

"Fuck her," Fiona said again, gripping tightly on the pole.

"Fuck her." Fiona shouted.

"Fuck her." Fiona continued.

"Fuck me." Fiona shouted, changing her narrative.

"Fuck ME hard."

I grabbed her hair and pulled it into a knot in my hand.

Slapping her ass, I yelled "take it you anal slut. Take it all."

"Oh, yes Sir. Yes Sir. Give it all to me," Fiona demanded.

I couldn't hold on any longer. For the second time that night, I emptied my load into Fiona's ass. An orgasm fired through her body, as she came, squirting onto my legs.

"I AM your anal slut," she loudly declared.

Our symbiotic thrusting slowed. We were both spent. I released Fiona from her handcuffs and we both had to sit down, to catch our breaths. We sat facing each other and like two marathon runners, who had just crossed the line together, we smiled at each other.

Waiting five minutes, I turned off my iPad and the screen. We both then headed into the shower. Once there, we hugged and supported each other, as the warm water cascaded down.

Once dried off, Fiona handed me my cage.

"I don't want you to get and funny ideas during the night," she said.

I clipped it to the ring.

Fiona got in her knees and used the key to lock it in place.

"I do like the look of that," she admired, "seven inches you say? It's the most I've ever taken. I think I may take it again sometime.

Hand in hand, we headed for her bedroom.

After getting into bed with Fiona, I checked my debts were paid.

"Have I redeemed myself, Mistress?" I asked.

"Oh no, there's still more punishment to come, Adam. Once my alter-ego room is finished, you'll be tied to that pole again." she revealed.

"I can't wait, I replied.

As we snuggled up to got sleep, I remembered that Fiona was supposed to have gone on a date.

"I think the guy you were supposed to meet missed out big time. What was his name?" I asked.

"It was Adam," Fiona replied, "and no, he didn't..."

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Saturday morning arrived.

I wasn't sure what today would bring.

It was only 8 o'clock, but Fiona was already up.

I could smell coffee. I sat up, put my arms behind my head and thought, "I could get used to this".

My peace was soon disturbed. Fiona came running in. She only has a silk dressing gown on, and like mine the previous evening, it was wide open showing everything.

"Quick, get out of bed. My daughter is here. "

I jumped up. I was naked, except for my cage.

Fiona took a bit too long a look, considering the position we were in.

Here take this," she said. Handing me my coffee.

She herded me towards a large walk-in wardrobe.

"Clothes, clothes, clothes? Where are your clothes?" she asked.

"It's okay, they're in the other room," I told her.

Shoving me in the wardrobe, she closed the door behind me.

I peered through the grill part of the door.

Fiona was tying her dressing gown closed and straightening her hair. She tried to look unflustered and went downstairs.

I couldn't hear everything that was being said, just snippets.

"Hi mom."

"Oh, hi Jennifer. It's so lovely to see you."

"I do worry about you here on your own."

"I manage, don't you worry yourself."

I couldn't hear much more. Then I heard both of them coming up the stairs.

"Yeah, you know. That red dress, I only want to borrow it for one night." Jennifer must have said.

I scanned the wardrobe. I was stood directly in front of a red party dress. This was getting comical. I went to the other side of the wardrobe. There were some thigh length boots there. I pulled them on and then melted into a rack of coats, my legs obscured by the boots.

Seconds later the wardrobe door opened. Fiona was panicking. Still talking, Jennifer stepped in. Obviously, she was a similar size to Fiona, but a blonde. She unhooked the hanger of the dress, left the wardrobe and closed the door.

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