Title: Riding Miss Daisy - MF. M+F, Inter, MFF
Author:Eskimo1958
Summary: Story as told by a rich white woman on how and why she takes a black lover, and
how she finds a way to keep it going after the death of her much older husband, without 
causing a local scandal.
Keywords: youngerM/olderF, rom

I was waiting by the elevators, watching intently. Approaching was a large black man, in his thirties, and quite handsome dressed in his suit. A lady a bit younger was hanging all over him, chattering away. They got on the same elevator as I, and he asked the lady "Which floor, miss?"

"Seventh, please." He pressed the button for that floor, then the one for the twenty-eighth, as she went on chattering away, trying to get him interested in her. When we arrived at the seventh floor, the doors opened, and as she got out, she said "Room seven-twelve." I kept a straight face, as she looked at me, a look of confusion on her face, as the doors closed.

As the elevator started to rise, I asked "Well Walter? You going to?"

"You mind?" he asked, before saying "I mean, we're here together, without Maria and all."

I snorted, "That has nothing to do with it, and you know it." He grinned, knowing that I was right. I went on, saying "Besides, you can take care of my needs once you finish with her blonde ass." The doors opened, and we exited the lift, heading towards our large two-bedroom suite. There were people in the hall, as he led the way, both of us in silence. He opened the door for me, and I stepped inside first, then he followed, closing it behind him. I turned, and we embraced, which is hard to do for little, old four-foot, ten-inch me, and this large black man that stands at six-seven and two-hundred and seventy pounds.

I pushed him away, as I felt his cock grow against my chest, saying "Go ahead and call her, and take her to dinner."

He asked once again "You sure?"

I sighed, looking over my shoulder as I walked towards my room, "Yes, I've been in business meetings all day, I need to look at this paperwork and relax." With a grin, I added "You can finish the relaxing process when you get in, or in the morning before we fly home to Georgia." His broad smile showed he wanted to nail her, as I said "Now go call her, and take a shower. I need to rest." He started to say something, but I raised my hand, adding "And I'll have room service bring me something up to eat."

I went into my room, closed the door, and kicked those damn heels off. Sitting down, I rubbed my feet. God, I hate getting dressed up anymore. Years ago, when I was younger, yes, I enjoyed it then. But now, pushing sixty, I hated it. Anymore at home, I just lounge around in a robe and slippers, and not a damn thing on underneath. I sighed, with a big smile, thinking that its out of convenience more than anything else. I mean, what with Walter and his sexual appetite. I rose to my feet, and took my dress off, and hung it up with care. Then, off with my bra and panties. I went into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror. For being in my late fifties, my body does show it's age, but it does show it well. My breasts are small enough, that they really don't sag. And my ass is toned, a lot better toned than Maria's. But then, Maria has had Walter's three children the last seven years. And one in the oven, so to speak.

I took a shower, and as I was drying off, there was a knock on my bathroom door. I said "Come in." as I was drying my back. The door opened, and in stepped Walter, a big toothy grin, dressed for the kill in another suit. I chuckled, as he took my naked body into his big, strong arms, as he kissed me on my lips. "I take it she said yes."

He laughed, "Yeah, she did Daisy."

I resumed drying myself off, saying "Well, enjoy yourself this evening. If you don't get back by morning light, I'll understand."

As he stepped away, he exclaimed "You're the best boss in the world."

I snickered, responding with "And you're one of my best employee's."

I heard him laugh as he walked through my bedroom, and towards the door of our suite. I finished drying myself off, then my hair. Then after pulling on a robe, and feeling a lot more comfortable, I ordered a meal from room service. As I waited, and as I ate it once it arrived, I went over the days paperwork. Not much really. I'm a board member for a large corporation. Something I more or less inherited on the passing of my husband. Seven boards for seven different corporations, which means a few trips each year. This time, New York City. I hate the city. Any city. I much prefer my little estate in south central Georgia. It's only six thousand acres, of which I rent out all but the two-hundred acres of mixed woodlands that surround my home. My home. A large, five bedroom brick home, built by my late-husband Buford, not long after we married. Five bedroom, all with their own individual bath, large kitchen, larger living room, den, a dining room big enough to hold a dinner party for twenty, a garage that housed Buford's car collection, ten in all, and another detached garage that could hold another ten cars. Above that garage is the servants quarters. Four bedrooms, one bath.

The dream was for children, something which God did not allow, as I proved to be barren. It was a shock for both of us. He, that being Buford, twenty years my senior, courted me as I was working for his home office. His plan was for an heir. One to take over his little south Georgia empire. It just didn't work the way he planned. Well, sort of.

I was forty when Walter entered my life. A young, nineteen year-old man. Just an oversized boy at that time. My driver Curtis had passed away, and I wanted another. I'm not sure why I chose Walter, but I did. By then, he was the only servant we had, as I had no use anymore for a maid at the time. I did my own cleaning, cooking and such. And Buford, he was always out of town on business. Or pleasure. Yes, pleasure was involved. On those trips, and when he was at home. I knew from the start that he would have affairs. What with his money and power, he took advantage of it. Interestingly, none of them were Caucasian. All of his affairs were with non-whites. And, as my Aunt Sarah once told me, "Men need it more. They need to find a good sexual release outside the marriage from time to time." Don't be shocked. This was the sentiment of the older, rich ladies of the south. It kept the men happy. And out of our hair. I guess Aunt Sarah didn't have the same sex drive as I.

I didn't become involved with the business aspect of my husband until I was in my late-twenty's, I think I surprised him with my aptitude towards it. but then, I guess it's that fine, southern breeding. I made good management decisions while he was away. And made connections as well. By the time I turned thirty, I was on many local boards of my own, charity, non-profit, our home corporation, and the local bank. That last one, it has come in real handy over the years. For Buford, he was careless from time to time. No, I didn't produce him any heirs. But he did find outside our marriage bed. Trust funds needed to be set up, something I did on my own with no problem. Buford may have been a cold-hearted bastard, but I wasn't entirely that way. And I let him know that on more than one occasion, after I found that he gotten another young lady knocked up. I found years later that he even managed to get a few married ones to carry his child as well. I guess you could say the trust funds were my way of paying off his transgressions.

Of course, Buford still took care of my needs. Whenever he was home, that is. But then came Walter. As I said, Curtis passed away, and along came this strong, well built black man. No, I wasn't aroused by his looks. At least, not on my surface. But, I was hunting for a long-term employee, and he was the youngest of those that applied, I figured I would give him a shot. More than I would have ever imagined, as it turned out. He turned out to be a hard worker, as he had other duties, from yard work and such, to being an everyday handyman. And of course, he drove me to everywhere my little heart desired.

After two years, he had become not only an employee, but a good friend. No, nothing sexual. Yet. Just that, well, I found him to be the easiest person to talk to. Then, another error by my husband. I was furious. A lawyer showed up, some fast talking slime ball from Atlanta. Buford knocked up another one. But this lawyer wanted to make a name for himself. Thankfully, by then I had a lawyer of my own. Not to mention friends in Atlanta. It was a bitter fight, behind the scenes and out of the public eye, but a hard fought victory for me. A victory that I wanted to celebrate. But, no one there to celebrate with. For Buford, God rest his soul, was off to Europe for business. And I was all alone at home in Georgia. With Walter. Walter was now twenty-three.

By this point, he had been working out in Buford's gym daily. And had he ever developed nicely. But still, nothing to draw me towards him. At least, not until that point. No, Buford knew there wasn't anything going on between us. Not at that point. But there I was, sipping on a my third glass of wine, or maybe my sixth, feeling victorious, yet, very sad. I was sitting in the living room, wearing a knee-length skirt and a blouse, with the usual undergarments, and I needed someone to talk to. I reached over to the stand at the end of the couch, and picked up the phone, and dialed Walter's number. I asked for him to come over from his quarters.

In minutes, he was there, and I offered him some wine, as I told him about the latest involving my husband. Yes, I always told Walter everything. And he was good at being quiet about it. As a matter of fact, that's one of his best qualities, being faithful to me. At least, in matters of discretion. Such as that lazy, summer afternoon. When I offered him another glass of wine. Then another. Then, the question, as I asked him, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

He laughed, "Yes Miss Daisy. You're more than just pretty. You're beautiful."

I remembered that I laughed, saying "Yes, but am I sexy looking."

He stumbled over his words, before finally spitting out, "Yeah, you're sexy."

I frowned, and sighed, and looked down at my body, saying "Sexy, huh? With not much of a chest."

"You're chest is fine, Miss Daisy." He blurted out.

I shot back, "You've never seen it, Walter."

"Well," he stammered, "If I did, I would like them." I replied "Really?" He shook his head yes. I sat there for a second, and then I leaned forward, and started unbuttoning my blouse. He croaked out "Wha, what you doing, Miss Daisy?"

I replied "What's it look like I'm doing. I'm going to show you my chest, let you judge by experience, young man." I ignored his protesting voice, what he exactly said, I can't remember. Nor did I care. Something inside of me was wanting out. I had my blouse off, and my bra off as well, as I throw the latter across the room onto the floor. I was smiling, as I leaned back into the couch, cupping my small breasts, and said "Well, they look sexy, Walter?"

He had that surprised look on his face, as he said nervously, "Yes, Miss Daisy. They look very sexy."

I moved over to him, straddling his lap, facing him, as I asked "Sexy enough that you want to touch them? Or to suck them?" He was looking up to me, as I said "Go ahead, Walter, do what you want with them."

His big black hands moved up, and covered my breasts. I sighed, enjoying the feeling as they kneaded them softly, like baker kneading dough. And when he parted his fingers around my right nipples, a nipple that was extended out a good three-quarters of an inch, he leaned his face forward and suckled it between his thick, black lips. My body shuddered, and I knew that now there was no turning back. As he played and sucked on my breasts, I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, pushing it off my hips as I rose slightly. I was then sitting on his lap, grinding my twat into his groin, feeling his male member grow inside his pants. I stood, long enough to step out of my by now very wet panties. I pushed him onto his back on the couch, his head on the arm rest, as I straddled his head, and reached for the fly of his pants. I moaned as I felt his tongue work through my dark haired muff, trying to find my sweetness. And I was in awe, as I pulled his long, thick black cock out. My god, my fingers didn't even wrap around it, and it was as long as my forearm. Buford has a nice, seven inch penis. I surmised Walter's to be four inches longer, and probably three times as thick. And I was barely able to get the head inside of my hot little mouth. And those balls! What a set! And I could feel my pussy juice flowing, covering Walter's black face, as he worked my cunt. Yes, I knew the man has had some experience. I've seen more than one young lady leave his servants quarters the last few years early in the morning hours. And his tongue was showing me that he was experienced.

God was he experienced! I remember hearing my muffled screams, my whole body felt like it was being torn apart, as I had one hell of an orgasm. And all during this, his large, black fuck-stick exploded, filling my mouth to overflowing, and I wasn't able to swallow it all, as large globs of cum seeped out at the corners of my mouth, dripping onto his dark brown belly. My mind knew what was next. And I was worried. I was worried that he would go soft. And I was worried what that cock would do to my little vagina. I need not have worried. About either.

I remember I was soon sitting on the couch, using my own hands to pull my knees up to my chest, as he squatted before me, my pussy spread wide, and made available to him. Taking his large member into his right hand, and with his left thumb, he pulled back the lips to paradise, as he rubbed his large, black cocked along my slit. And when it bumped my clit, I groaned, causing my cunt to leak out some juice. And then, he pushed forward. The head slipped in, and I felt the fullest I've ever felt down there, causing me to cry out. No, not from pain, from sheer joy. He started feeding my hungry cunt more of his shaft, working it all in, a fraction of an inch at a time. And when I finally felt those large, black balls of his touching my pale-white ass, I felt my body shudder, as a good, satisfying cum took me. I looked up from where we were joined, and into his eyes, as I placed my feet on his broad, muscular chest, and said "Come on, Walter. Fuck me. Fuck me good."

And that he did, as he held onto my waist, and started drilling me like I needed to be drilled. I have no idea how long he lasted, as orgasm after sweet, hard orgasm swept through my body. And when his balls finally drained, flooding me deep inside, we had our lips locked onto one another, as I was having another mind numbing orgasm. And when it was over, he pulled out, a scared look on his face. I looked at him, and chuckled, saying "Don't worry." as I reached and grabbed his cock, and proceeded to lick him clean. We didn't stop there that day. We moved to my bedroom. My marriage bed. Where we went at it again for the rest of the day, and most of that night as well. He was like a bull, trying his best to mate as often as possible. And I was amazed. Happy and amazed, at the amount of cum he produced. I think I could have taken all of it and had a swim with it, as he kept filling me up one heavy load of black man's cum after another.

I woke alone the next day. And very much sore. A good sore. I showered, made myself breakfast, ate, then called Walter over. He was nervous, and it showed. I just laughed, telling him it happened, and it would continue. And continue it has. Of course, life changes. Yes, Buford found out. I told him, after two years. And, all he wanted was to watch. I allowed him that, on the condition that he watch from the closet. I only allowed Walter to do me the one time that night, telling him I had a headache, and sending him on his way after he filed my cunt. And then Buford came out from hiding, slipped his pecker inside my messy cunt, and fucked me away. Of course, we had an argument over it. He wanted to get rid of Walter. I threatened him with exposing his infidelity to the world.

Two months after that incident, I was widowed. No, he didn't kill himself. At least, not intentionally. He died in Thailand. On top of a thirteen year-old girl. I guess you can say that he did die happy. Of course, very few knew of the circumstances of his death. A heart attack was all that was said. Completely believable, considering he was in his mid-sixties at the time. It was a short grieving time. Yes, I did love the man. But the comfort that Walter provided made up for what I was missing. For the two years before Buford's death, I partook in the pleasure that I found I could enjoy in the arms of my big, black stud often. Whenever Buford was away, and I wasn't hosting some sort of event or going to one, Walter spent his free time between my legs. Yes, I had become his fuck toy. But more importantly, he mine. I wasn't worried about this getting out, as I thought I was very discreet. And I was. And so was Walter. But, rumors started flying, not long after Buford's death. I'll get to that later.

Once Buford was gone, I had more responsibilities handed my way. The business still had to be ran. What once was almost a nightly occurrence with Walter when Buford was not around, dwindled to just three items a week, at most. Yes, for a week after Buford's death, I shut myself out from the outside world, in the comfort of my own bedroom. And the arms of Walter. It was mixed emotions. Emotions of a sense of relief, of finally getting out of the marriage. And emotions of guilt. Of which having Walter's big eleven by four inch cock splaying my pussy didn't seem to help. But finally, I overcame the guilt part. And enjoyed the freedom. Well, except for the sudden workload. Travel was involved. And Walter was my traveling partner. Actually, he seemed to others as my chauffer and bodyguard. Heck, he's big enough. And I never had any problems, not with him around.

After the first year since Buford's passing, I treated myself, and Walter, to a trip to Cancun. Separate rooms, of course. Separate rooms with a door connecting the two from inside. It was a week of pure sexual release. Something I needed badly. It was after a good round of sex, that I picked up the remote for the television, and turned it on. I knew there were in-room movies, of the adult type, and I had decided to watch one. I had never watched any pornography up to that point in my life. And the choices for the in-room viewing were astounding. I saw a few listed as interracial, and I picked one.

As Walter ate my creamy pussy, I watched. Intently. The movie, which of course really had no plot, involved a buxomous blonde, and seven large, well-endowed black men. I had really never thought about more than one man at a time, and here this lady was servicing, or being serviced, depending on your point of view, by seven! I was amazed! And extremely aroused. And so was Walter, as we watched this one over and over, as he drilled my pussy continuously. I was well-fucked by it was all said and done. And extremely satisfied. It was a few weeks later, with him in my bed, that the incident about the movie was brought up. We had just done it, I was curled up along side of him, with he at my back. I was all smiles, as usual, as I felt his cum oozing out my cunt. His hands were softly caressing my white skin, as I remembered that night, a few weeks back. I said "Walter? Remember the movie? In Cancun?"

He chuckled, "Yeah Daisy, how could I forget?"

"Well I wonder what it would be like? To have a bunch of men. Taking their turn with me." I asked.

I felt his cock throb against my backside. I could tell right away that he liked the idea. "Well, I wouldn't know. I'm not interested in a bunch of men doing me."

I turned my head, and said "Don't be smart, Walter." He chuckled, as I laid my head back down on his bicep. I sighed, "You think a group of men would want to have sex with me?"

He snorted "Now what kind of dumb question is that, Daisy? Of course they would." He squeezed me tight, and was silent for a second. Then he reached down, lifted my leg, and guided his throbbing meat inside of me, making me giggle with delight, as I felt it stretched my tight cunt out. "Would you like to try it?"

I shrugged, as I felt his massive cock throb inside of me, "Well, I'm not sure. I mean, you and Buford are the only two men that I've ever had." Which is true. I was a virgin up until the night of our wedding. Buford was gentle with me that night. And always had been. Just as gentle as Walter. I guess that's what scared me, I didn't want any rough stuff. I wanted to be fucked, but in a nice way. But with seven guys? Give or take a few? Oh shit, what was I thinking? A powerful orgasm swept through me, thinking about it. Seven hard cocks. All for my sexual pleasure. Yes, I got off on that thought. And so did Walter, as he sprayed my womb with his seed.

I set the wheels in motion that night. Walter and I talked it over for a few months, and we finally figured out how to do it. Another vacation, this time the Caribbean. It would be far from home. And no one would have to know. It worked out well. The island was Guadeloupe. A small resort, with a nude beach. And a thriving colored community nearby. I sent Walter out, without me, for three nights to check on the situation. He finally had a good idea on where to go, and what to do. It was a small, native bar, about three miles from the resort we were staying at. I decided that all the action was to take place away from the resort. Yes, we were far from home, but away from the resort better yet.

We arrived early in the evening, and I found that Walter had did some talking the previous night. Some talking to inspire the troops, so to speak. He introduced me to a black man, much smaller than himself, but just as cordial. And, the fun began. I drank, and danced. not just with Walter, and the other man, named Josef, but with dozens of other men in the bar. And at about nine, with me feeling no pain, it was suggested that we take the party somewhere close. I got into the rental car in the backseat with three other men, Walter driving, and two other men in front. My clothes were off before we were out of the parking lot, with me squealing with laughter as three sets of black hands were tearing them from my body, then playing with my hot, naked flesh.

By the time we finally stopped, maybe ten minutes at the most, I had a large black cock in my mouth, and each hand wrapped around two more, and fingers deep inside of me, wiggling wildly. This was the beginning of the most wild night of debauchery in my life. I didn't know it, but another car, with five more men, had followed us, as we staggered out of the car, and into a small building. Can I describe what happened? Not exactly. For it was all a blur. I do remember my first time taking it anally. God did I scream, only to have a cock shoved into my throat. Yes, they did get a bit rough, but I was surprising myself by loving it. All of it. Eleven hard cocks. Non-stop. For eight hours. By the time it was all done, I was over fucked, extremely happy, and vowing never to do it again. For Walter, I, and three of the men slept there that day. And whenever one would wake up, I would get nailed once again. My lover and I left late that night, with cum dripping from my cunt and ass. Walter had thought things out better than I, for he brought along a change of clothes for me, which I needed to get into, for the clothes I wore the night before were in shreds on the floor in the back of the car.

Back at the resort, it took all my strength to walk to our unit unassisted. I didn't want to look like I was drunk and over fucked. I wasn't the former, but I sure was the latter. Once in our unit, Walter bathed me tenderly, got me something to eat, and put me to bed, where I slept the remaining day and a half of our trip. Yes, it was a trip I'll always remember. A fantasy come true, but one I dare not repeat. I told Walter that, and he just chuckled, saying that he understood. He admitted to me that he was impressed with all I did that night, and, in a way, so was I.

But it was a few months after that when I suspected a problem. Walter and I had just finished a great romp in the sack. It had been two weeks since we were able to do it, what with me running around and working on different things. But I sensed something was up. He seemed different. At first, I thought maybe he had a new woman. He hadn't nailed another piece of ass in a long time. Not since Buford's death. And that, as it turns out, was where the problem came in. We were laying there, and I was studying his face, seeing concern in it. I took his face in my hands, and asked "What's wrong, Walter?"

He frowned, "People are starting to talk, Daisy."

I sighed heavily. Yes, we don't need that. I mean, I'm well respected in the community. If word gets out that my lover is a young black man, well, my reputation! Yes, I know, what reputation? I mean, it's only been a few months removed since I took on those men on that tropical island. An event that left my pussy and ass sore for a week. I asked him, "What do you want to do, Walter?"

He sighed, "Well Daisy, we can stop doing this. Or, we can find someway of hiding it."

"Like disguising it, huh?" I asked, and he shook his head yes. We slept together that night, trying to find comfort in each others arms. It didn't take me long to figure out why people would think that I was sleeping with a black man. For the main reason being that my stud wasn't doing any of the local women. I really didn't want him to start up doing that again, as I didn't want to risk disease. That was something that scared me about the gangbang. What if I had caught something? A trip a week later to the west coast, and a visit to a doctor with blood tests took care of that concern. No, what he needs is a woman that he can have on a regular basis, one that would not mind him taking a go between my thighs once or twice a week. Or more. I thought about me dating other men, but what good would that do? After all, it wouldn't suppress the rumors about Walter and I.

Then, I got lucky. Or, I should say, we both did. Buford, during his twenty-some years of marriage to me, fathered a lot of children. I knew of twelve, I'm sure there were more. Now, you're probably amazed at this. Don't be. Like I said earlier, Buford had money, and power, and no scruples. If a woman through herself at him, he was going to take full advantage of it. And if a pregnancy occurred, he simply wanted her paid off. Of course, I felt differently, I set up trust funds for each one I knew. I did not know all of them.

A few weeks went by. And, a visitor came to my door. A young lady, in her late teens. She looked to be of a Hispanic mix. Nothing unusual these days, in the south anyway. But right away, I knew. Just looking at her face, I saw it. The blood of my late husband. Her story was interesting. Her mother, and illegal immigrant, was used by Buford, and discarded away. Like so many others. As I listened to her story, I was impressed. This girl, obviously told by her mother her father was, had the guts to come forward. I don't know why, but I took a likening to the girl, her name being Maria. She stood a good foot taller than I, and was a healthy lady. Probably a chest that was a d-cup in size, and wide hips. At the end of her talk, at how she was trying to better her life, I smiled, and said "I can help you." I raised a finger, saying "If, you help me."

She asked "How can I help you?"

I replied "I'll get to that. but first, what's your education?"

She replied "I graduated from high school last spring. I've been trying to find a job ever since."

"You now have a job." her face brightened, until I said "As a maid. For now." A look of puzzlement came to her round face. "You will move into my servants quarters, above the garage. And, you will be returning to school."

"School?" she asked.

I smiled, lifted my hand up and waved it around saying "You want all this? You will have to learn to manage how to keep it, young lady." I cleared my throat, and said "Now, to let you know, you do as I say, and we'll get along fine. Screw up badly, and you'll live to regret it. understand?" She shook her head yes. I smiled, "Good, go wherever you're living, fetch your things, and return here. How long will that take you?"

She shrugged, "A day? Maybe two?"

I stood, offering her my hand, "Very well. Two days will be Saturday. We�ll see about enrolling you into a local university next week. It's July, should not be a problem."

"But, it's probably pass the sign up date for college." She said.

I smiled, as I walked her to the door, saying "Let me handle that. You'll then see what money can do, okay?" I squeezed her hand tight, and opened the door, adding "See you here in two days."

She smiled, nervously, and turned and walked down the walkway to her car. Yes, I like the girl already. And, I'm sure Walter will as well. Speaking of which, I heard his voice behind me, asking "Who was that, Daisy?"

I didn't miss a beat, as I said with a straight face "You're new wife, get a good look."

All he said was "Huh?", as I waved while watching the young girl drive off. After closing the door, I smiled, as I gave his big body a hug, with him asking "What you mean, wife?"

I put my arm about his back, walking him through the living room, saying "That right there, is our salvation, Walter. I'm sure you'll enjoy her as much as you enjoy me."

We went on up to my bedroom, where my plan was explained. Of course, the conversation was ended with some great sex. Yes, I was looking forward to this. As was Walter. Of course, the only problem, was getting Maria to go along with my plan. I was all smiles, two days later, when I heard her car come up the drive. Both Walter and I greeted her, and guided her to the other garage, where her room was upstairs. She was a bit hesitant at first, finding that her bedroom was next to Walter's. And that they shared the same bathroom and kitchen. I assured her that the kitchen was no problem, as they would probably always eat with me. As for the bathroom, I told her not to worry, as eventually Walter would get use to her being around. The look on her face when I said that was priceless, as Walter snickered while helping carry her belongings up the stairs.

Once we had her settled in, I showed her the grounds, starting with the garage, then the house. I showed her every room, where to find the cleaning supplies, and what sort of schedule I was wanting from her. Then, of course, the uniform. Walter wears suits when he's doing butler work and chauffeuring me around. I wanted a maid outfit her. Her face blushed when I showed her what I had in mind. Low cut blouse, which I was sure would barely hide those breasts of hers, and a very short skirt. Yes, those healthy thighs of hers will be seen. As we walked out onto the back patio, she looked at the pool, and said "Wow!"

I smiled, "Yes, it is nice, isn't it?"

She sighed, "But, I don't have a swimsuit."

I laughed, "Nor do I." I turned my face, "I'm alone here, save for Walter. No use using a swimsuit when no one is around. If you want to swim, you can go au natural as I do. On your free time, of course."

She was visibly stunned, but she mumbled out "Okay." after a second or two. Yes, let Walter admire her light brown body. Heck, even I'm looking forward to it. Then it hit me. Why am I looking forward to it? This is a part of me that I never felt before. As the thought ran through my mind, I escorted her back into the house, saying "We'll take turns cooking, as I'm not sure what you can cook or not. Of course, I expect you to do the shopping. You can even use one of my two cars, either the Cadillac or the Suburban. If you want, Walter can even drive you."

The rest of her first day was like that, as I showed her around, letting her know what I wanted done. And of course, we talked about her future...sort of. I wanted her to receive more education, and on Monday, I did just that, as I made a few phone calls, and by Wednesday, she was enrolled for the fall semester. And the bad news out of all of this? No Walter to take care of my needs. And as it turns out, for a very long time. Of course, all was not lost, as I knew this may happen. Walter and I wanted the right situation. The few times that Walter and I were alone, usually when he was driving me to a meeting somewhere, we discussed when, how and where. But, we couldn't come up with a good plan. And of course, we both studied the girl as the days went by. And after two months, I did notice her opening up somewhat. I remember the first time she saw me swimming in the pool.

That was the first week she was there, believe it was Thursday. I had her on a regular routine, and she had been vacuuming and wiping down the antiques, dusting, and other mundane jobs. When she was finished, I was already in the pool, swimming laps. I didn't see her when she came out to the deck by the pool, not until I got to the end, and turned did I see her standing there. I smiled, and she tried to smile back, but she seemed a bit nervous. She didn't move, as I swam towards the end, climbed out, and waved my arms, shaking the water of my naked body in the hot, Georgia sun. I motioned for my towel, saying "Towel please." She picked it up and handed it to me. I said "Thank you, Maria." as I pulled the fabric to my face, and wiped the pool water of my face, then my shoulders. And I glanced at her, seeing her eyes transfixed on my naked body. I broke her gaze, by saying "Are you finished inside, Maria?"

She stuttered, knowing I had caught her staring at my body, saying "Yes, yes, Miss Daisy."

I was drying off my legs, as I said "Well, go over and check on Walter, and see if he needs something to drink. If he does, get it for him, a cola for me. I'll be under the cabana." I looked up at the sun, squinting, adding "No use getting my body sunburned in this heat, I'll lay in the shade as usual." I looked back at her, seeing she was staring once again at my naked body. I smiled, saying, "No need to work any more today. You can have the afternoon off."

Her face jerked back up, as she said "Yes, Miss Daisy."

I motioned for my robe, a light, cotton robe, which only comes down just below the cheeks of my ass. "Oh, and one more thing, Maria." I turned around, as she helped me get the robe on from behind me, "When we talk, you will learn to keep eye contact." I turned around, smiled, saying "Understand?"

She had that shocked look on her face, saying "Yes Miss Daisy."

I was still smiling, as I said "Good, now go check on Walter. He's over there."

I pointed off towards the end of the house, where Walter was pruning the azaleas underneath the large magnolia. She started his way, stopped, looked at him, then at the pool, then back at him. I heard a soft gasp come from her mouth, and then she went on her way. I snorted softly, as I took a seat on a lounger under the cabana. Ten minutes alter, she arrived with my drink, which I thanked her for, as I watched her take a drink over to Walter. I watched, seeing him take it from her, drink some, and she stayed there. I saw them talk a bit, then, she turned and came my way. I feigned interest, as I opened up a Good Housekeeping, and started reading it. And that incident was now over.

A few days later, same thing happened. But this time, she kept her eyes up, and a smile on her face. One was on mine as well. I didn't offer her the chance to join me at poolside. I decided to wait. She still was having cold feet. And inside the house, she was doing a great job of keeping things clean. By the end of the second week, I was strolling around the house in my bathrobe, usually with nothing on underneath, and I usually never bothered closing the front of it in her presence. And nor Walter's. He soon informed me, as he drove me to Atlanta one day for a meeting, that she asked about this. Walter told me that he just laughed, telling Maria that he knew better than to do anything without Miss Daisy's permission. I giggled at this, finding it was somewhat amusing. If only the girl knew what I allowed him to do to my body.

It was in late July, that I finally asked her to sit down with me after my daily swim. I thought she was going to kill herself, as she rushed into the house quickly to get us some refreshments. It was quite amusing, to say the least. And when she returned, she sat down on the lounger next to me, there in the shade, and we talked. That was the day I found even more about her. The girl has had tragedy. I knew her mother had passed away the previous spring. She told me it took a lot of courage to approach me about being an offspring of Buford, and she was wanting what she thought she was entitled to. I laughed, telling her that she was indeed entitled to some of it. I then told her about Buford, her father, and his life. She held onto every word, astonished at how he had built his little empire, and how he abused his power. No, I'm not condemning my late husband. I'm just opening her eyes. When it was all said and done, she told me it's good that I wasn't as cold hearted. I laughed, telling her that I can be. She looked at me, shocked, until she saw my smile. Then she smiled too.

For the rest of the summer, whenever I was home, I would time it so that I would be swimming when Maria finished with her work for the day. And every day, she would join me. It was two weeks later that as we sat there, she exhaled hard, rose to her feet and peeled her little maid uniform off, took a running start and dived into the pool. Yes, I was smiling. Admiring the view of her bare, wide cocoa ass wiggled as she ran, her legs parting as she dove, giving me a fine shot of her furry, dark-haired pussy. She was in the water for maybe ten minutes, before she came back to my end, and pulled her wet, naked body out of the pool. I admired her full form. Yes, her hips were wide, but that narrow waist! It looked obscenely thin compared to her hips and bust. A very flat tummy, and breasts that were standing out, firm and proud. I watched her approach, the water dripping off her hardened nipples, as I tossed her my towel, as I asked "Feel better?"

She was blushing, as she meekly replied "Yes, it does feel good."

I looked away from her, and settled back into my seat, saying "Good, hope you enjoy the pool more often."

She giggled, replying with "I'm sure I will."

That's when I broke the news, "Classes start in three weeks, right?"

"Yes." she replied, now dried off, as she sat back down in the shade next to me.

"Well, looks like we'll have to go shopping for school clothes." I paused, adding "We'll have Walter take us to Atlanta on Saturday." I heard her gasp at the information, not saying anything.

We rose early that morning, and Walter pulled the Cadillac out, we got in, and away we went. Poor Walter, four hour drive to Atlanta. Three malls, I've no idea how many stores in each, and I lost track of the number of bags of clothes (I bought stuff for myself as well), nine hours of shopping, and four hour drive back home. I discovered something that day. Something that I hadn't found enjoyment in years. Shopping with a friend. Maria and I were holding hands by days end, helping each other try clothes on, deciding what to buy, I had a blast! I was extremely happy by the time I laid my head down on my pillow that night. I slept like a rock, the first real good nights sleep since Maria had arrived. I think my problem before that was nerves. As I was wondering how and when we would start our plan. It occurred to me, as I laid my head down, that it had already started.

Classes soon began. I allowed her to drive one of my cars back and forth to school. She picked the Cadillac. I had no problem with that. I surely did not want her driving the Porsche. No use her becoming a target by another male. And, she still worked. Just as hard as when she did before school started. Of course, when we had free time, we shopped together. Nothing like shopping to draw two women together. By November, I realized she was becoming more like a daughter to me. I mentioned this to Walter, and he jokingly said "Guess your plan isn't working, huh?"

I hissed at him, telling him to wait a little longer, and soon he'll have two women to have his way with. Actually, I was really surprised at how well he had handled all of this. Going from dipping his mighty staff inside of me about four times a week, to none at all. And living above the garage with Maria, I'm sure he was having a serious case of dreaded semen backup. I suggested to him to go out and find some fun, but he decide this would not be a good idea. He explained that then people would talk more, seeing that all of a sudden, he was on the prowl again. The man was right. I never did say Walter was stupid. As a matter of fact, he's one of the smarter men that I know. Smarter than some of the fellow board members I work with. But we won't go there.

In mid-November, we were sitting at the dinner table, having a nice meal that Maria had made. Yes, she has turned out to be a fairly decent cook. I've more or less let her do the cooking now, when her classes aren't that late in the afternoon. But as we finished out meal, I said "We're going to Chicago next week, leaving Thanksgiving Eve."

Maria, she must have thought I was referring to Walter and I, as she said "Oh, well, I guess I'll be cooking for one."

I dropped my fork, replying with "You'll be going along. It's a shopping trip."

She had that stunned look again, as she said "Oh." And then that smile. I've become accustomed to that smile. It makes me smile. her deep, brown eyes, wide, cherub like face.

I giggled, as Walter snorted, with me saying "We leave early in the morning, as Walter will drive us to Atlanta." I looked at her, adding "You'll have to make arrangements to catch up on classes missed, okay?" She was still smiling, as she nodded her head yes.

The first day of the trip was uneventful. It was a pleasant drive to Atlanta. A smooth flight followed to Chicago. And soon we were heading downtown in the rental car, with Walter at the wheel. The hotel we were to stay at is downtown on Michigan Avenue, in the heart of the Miracle Mile. One great shopping district! Of course, we had plans to shop Friday and Saturday. Thanksgiving Day would be a day to rest, and to eat of course, for the stores would be closed. Once in the hotel, we went up to our suite, two-bedrooms, and quite spacious. As we entered, I said "Walter, you take your bags into one room, mine and Maria's into the other."

We arrived a bit after lunch, and I was starving, as I heard Maria ask with a puzzled voice, "Your room?"

I didn't really face her, as I picked up the menu for the hotel restaurant, saying "Yes, no use anyone sleeping on the couch." Opening the menu, I was looking it over, trying to decide if we should eat here in our room, or find another restaurant. I glanced down, seeing something about an exhibition at Field Museum, and as I picked it up, I heard Maria ask "We'll be in the same bed?!"

I don't know what I was thinking, as I responded with "Yes, well, Walter takes up too much room for either one of us to sleep with him." I realized what I had said, and I lifted my face up, and asked her "Unless you want to sleep with Walter?"

He had just came out of the other bedroom, looking somewhat perplexed, as she stuttered out "Uh, no. I mean, no, sleeping with you will be okay."

I went back at looking at the flyer, saying "Good. Walter, don't get changed, you'll be taking us to the Field Museum." I turned to Maria, asking her "Have you ever been to a museum before, Maria?"

She replied, "Uh, no, I have not."

I smiled, walked towards her and by her, on my way to the bathroom in my room, saying as I handed her the brochure on my way by, "Well good. Time to introduce you to culture then, isn't it." In forty minutes, after stopping by a fast food place, something that I normally don�t do, but we were hungry and I knew we would be inside the museum for a spell, we arrived at the Field Museum. Great place! We visited every room there, not leaving until closing time at six. I was happy to see Maria checking out each display case, studying things intently, as we moved about the building. And Walter, he hung back, letting us stay just ahead of him, as he guided us along. When we were on our way back to the hotel, I asked her "So, did you enjoy that?"

She exhaled, "Yes, I've never been to a museum, I was most impressed, Miss Daisy."

I smiled, turning to look out in front of the moving car, saying "Good. I want you to learn more. I do believe that more cultural items are in store for you, Maria. After all, if you want a piece of the pie, you have to learn what comes with it, understand?"

She happily said "Yes, Miss Daisy."

"We'll be eating in our room tonight. And probably tomorrow as well. Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, we'll just rest up for shopping Friday and Saturday." I turned and looked at her, reached over and patted her arm, adding "I'm sure we'll need the rest, don't you?"

She grinned, nodding her head yes. Well, dinner went well. Of course, it was room service. And after dinner, Walter excused himself so he could go use the fitness center that was located in the hotel. I agreed that this would be fine, and off he went, leaving Maria and I to fend for ourselves, as we sat in the room, and watched television. Three hours later, and no Walter. I was a bit concerned at first. But then, where else would Walter be? Well, if he can't be between my thighs, hopefully it's between another woman just as deserving. Or even not as deserving. At eleven, the door opened, and in walked Walter, a sheepish smile on his face. Yes, I do believe my stud got lucky. Even though I'm not married to him, I've been with him enough to tell what's up. I smiled, as he walked across the room, towards his bedroom. I didn't look at him, as I said "Have a good workout, Walter?"

"Yes," he said, as he entered his room, quickly adding "I worked some muscles that hadn�t been worked in a while." I had a hard time keeping from snorting a good laugh at that. And even a harder time keeping from breaking out into a smile. It was over Maria's head, thankfully. Or, so I thought.

I heard his shower start up, as the news ended. And I stood, saying to Maria, who looked like she was about to fall asleep, "Come on, let's get some sleep." She smiled, and we went into the bedroom to change into some nightclothes. Hers consisted of a nightgown, while I wore just my panties. I guess I was more tired than I thought, as I was quickly asleep.

The next morning, I was up first, letting Maria sleep. I admired the lump under the covers as I pulled on a heavy robe, her soft snoring signaling she was very much asleep. I closed the door behind me, goings the phone and picking up the menu. I made an order big enough to feed the three of us, and sat and waited for our meal to arrive. Thirty minutes later, I answered the door, tipped the porter, and brought the cart inside. It didn't take long for the aroma of the coffee and the morning fare to cause both my employees to wake and join me for breakfast. And when Maria, once she was done eating and headed off to the bedroom to change, I smiled at Walter, and asked "So, how was it?"

He looked at me, shocked at first, then a smile, "Fine."

I sighed, "Glad one of us got some." He cleared his throat, and I looked at him, as I spread some more strawberry jam on my toast, as I asked him "What?"

He smiled, "This weekend would be as good as any, Daisy."

I started to say something, but Maria came back out into the room, all smiles, and looking radiant. Of course, we never had a chance to finish the conversation. As the rest of the day, Maria was with me the whole time. We did have Walter drive us around for a spell in the afternoon, but that was about it. Then, bedtime. Like the night before, I was soon asleep. But, not as soundly. Something woke me up. I wash�s sure what. Was it movement? A sound? As it turned out, both. I laid still, letting my breathing return to normal, and then, I heard it. The quick movement of something, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. I heard a short gasp come from Maria, and smiled, now knowing where the finger was, and what it was on. There was movement, from her hips bucking softly, and a word. A name? Yes, she said it again. I'll be damned, she just said "Walter." It was said softly, but it was said none the less. Yes, maybe my stud is right. Maybe this would be a good weekend to go forth. I laid perfectly still, until she was through, as my nostrils took in the smell of her sex. I felt a sudden urge inside of me. A urge to enjoy what she just did. Or was it a urge to enjoy her? But I fought that urge. For the time being. As first her, than I, fell back to sleep.

In the morning, as we got ready to go shopping, and with Maria out of ear shot, I commented to him as I stood near him, "You're right, this weekend could be as good as any." He lifted his head up, smiling. I quickly added, "Let me handle this."

The day was great. I have no idea how much we spent, nor do I care. Lots of clothing for each other, and some things even for Walter. I made him buy two new suit's, as he was in need of some, at least, in my opinion. And I watched, with a smile on my face, seeing Maria grin while he was fitted for them. Dinner was in a fine restaurant. I was happy to see that Maria was very much a lady. Yes, she will do well in the future. Then, back to the hotel. All of us exhausted, from over twelve hours of shopping, fighting the crowds, and such. After Maria and I had showers, we were soon under the covers, tired and looking forward to another day.

I wasn't sleeping for very long. She woke me again, and I was wondering what to do. I pretended that I was sleeping, as I rolled over towards her, facing her body. There was just enough light in the room for me to see her laying there, not moving at the moment. Then she went back to work, her fingers in her twat, working to get herself off one more. She was well on her way, her mind obviously taken over by the wonderful feeling of what a woman's own fingers can do to herself. I raised my head, propping myself up on my elbow, facing her with my hand at the side of my face. As she croaked out Walter's name softly, her body went rigid. She then started to relax, her breathing coming back down to normal, as I said softly "Feel better?"

Her eyes flew open, and she jerked her head my way, a scared look on her face. I giggled, leaned forward, and kissed her forehead lightly. I said "It's okay, I understand." as I tried reassuring her, my hand reaching out and caressing her cheek.

I heard he sob, as she said "Oh Miss Daisy, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" I asked.

"Well, I, oh, everything."

She rolled over away from me, onto her side. But I scooted over, wrapped my arm over her, right underneath her breasts. "No, really Maria. It's okay." I laughed, "Heck, I�ve been doing what you just did for years." I didn't want to add that I've been doing it with the real thing, though. I kissed her ear, and said "So, you like Walter."

"Yes." was her meek reply.

Okay, hooking her up won't be a problem. But what about me? "So, why don't you pursue him?" Silence. I sighed, "Come on, what's holding you back? Because he's black?"

"No, not really, it's just that, well.." More sniffles.

"Well what then?" I asked. I knew.

"I've heard things, about him." she said.

"And me." I added. Her face jerked around, looking at me with a surprised look on her face. So it began. For the next hour, we laid there, with me holding her, telling the history of Walter and I. I did exclude the part about the trip to the Caribbean. At the end, I told her how I wanted her to become his wife, and why. And once I was done, I whispered softly, "So, do you want to still learn to play the game? Do you want to share?"

She was silent for a spell, before she said a firm "Yes, I would like that."

I smiled in the dark, kissed her cheek and squeezed her tight against me, patting her hand, as I said "Good. It's now almost two in the morning. Let's get some sleep, and we'll only shop until dinner time. We'll then introduce you to what he has to offer in the sack."

"You going to tell him? Right away?"

I laughed softly, "No, I've a better idea. Let's get him liquored up a bit, and then have our way with him."

She giggled, snuggled hard against me, and said "I would like that." As it would turn out, we didn�t have to do that.

And soon we were fast asleep, looking forword to the next evening. And I was relieved, thankful at this is turning out well. The knock woke me up, followed by the words "Miss Daisy, it's almost nine." I released Maria, who moaned softly, as I rolled onto my back, saying loud enough for Walter to hear "Very well Walter." She was on her back, looking at me. She looked confused, as I giggled, leaned over and kissed her cheek, whispering "Come on now, let's get a move on it. Later we'll let nature take it's course, so to speak."

With a smile, she rolled out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. I went and donned my robe, exited the room, and saw Walter sitting there. I asked "Did you order breakfast?" He had that blank look on his face, and I sighed, "Well then, get to it." He leaned over and picked up the phone, and I went back into he bedroom. No, I thought about telling him, but decided against it. I changed into a nice dress, and was pulling on some heels when Maria came out of the bathroom, all smiles still. Yes, I think she was looking forward to this. And all during breakfast, she kept looking at Walter. Intently. And he noticed. He's not dumb. Although there are times I do wonder.

He was about to say something, but I stopped him, by saying "We'll only shop until maybe five today, Walter. I think we may need our rest for tomorrow's trip home. Plus, we'll need to pack things up for the flight."

He looked at me, and replied "Yes Miss Daisy." He glanced at Maria, who jerked her face down, turning her gaze at the plate of food in front of her. He then looked at me, but I feigned ignorance. I'm sure he knew better. After our late breakfast, we were off for the shopping wars. We had pretty much bought everything I had planned on buying.

And, no idea why, but around four-thirty, I found us walking pass a jewelry store. I stopped my little group, and said "Hey, let's stop here for a moment." Inside the two of them followed me. I started looking around at things, as was Maria. The clerk, he sort of staring at Walter, who was standing by the door, holding the eight bags we had already bought. I heard Maria say "Oh." softly. I went over to her, and asked "What is it, honey?"

She pointed out a necklace. Yes, it was beautiful. Silver chain, five diamonds. Big diamonds! A few other precious gem stones, and some gold as well. I said "You like it?"

She nodded her head yes. I motioned to the clerk, "Please show us this one, young man."

He came over, somewhat nervously, and opened the back of the case. He grabbed the wrong one, and I said, "No, the one to the left of it." He touched it, and I said "Yes, that one." He pulled it out nervously, and handed it to me. I held it up, looking at it. Boy did it sparkle. I smiled, turned to Maria, and said "Turn around." I put it on around her neck, and I said to Walter, "What you think Walter?"

Walter smiled, "It's beautiful, Miss Daisy. Both are."

I smiled, took it off of her, handed it to the clerk, and said firmly "Wrap it up, son."

Maria started to protest, but I raised my hand, as the clerk cleared his throat, saying "Cash or charge, Ma'am."

I opened up my purse, and handed him my American Express charge card, saying "This will cover it."

He took it, and went back into the back room. I looked at Maria, and I said "You okay child? You look might weak at the moment."

She stuttered, saying "That, that necklace, it costs twelve thousand dollars."

I didn't crack a smile, as I said "Yes, I'm sure it will go well with your uniform." I turned to face the room where the clerk went, as I added "Wear it with pride, Maria."

I heard her gulp down a lump in her throat, as she said "Yes, Miss Daisy."

Just then, the clerk came out from the back room, an older man on his heels. When they got to us, the older man said "Will there be anything else, Madame."

I smiled, they must have found out that yes, I do have money. "No, this will do nicely, sir. Oh, no need to gift wrap it son. I'm sure she'll be wearing it upon our return to the hotel."

He handed it to me after I signed the charge slip, as the manager asked "Do you need help with your things? We can get you a cab!"

I stopped. Well, we did walk from the hotel. I smiled, "That would be very nice of you."

So, in a few minutes, the manager had a cab at the door, which he paid for ahead of time, and soon we were back at the hotel. Poor Maria. She was trembling after this experience. As we walked towards the elevators, I took her arm into mine, patting it with my other hand, saying "It's okay dear. You're doing fine."

As Walter carried our bags, save for the necklace which was safely around Maria�s neck, she pulled it on in the cab ride back, he asked "Will we be eating in our room this evening, Miss Daisy?"

I said "No, the restaurant is nice here. You'll love it."

Dinner was nice. And we were dressed to the nines. Maria wore her new necklace, she looked wonderful. As we left the restaurant, Walter seemed a bit nervous. I saw why. A redhead, standing about forty feet away. Eyeing him intently. I looked away from her, and said as we walked "Same muscle relaxer?"

He chucked, saying "Yes."

I stopped them, and said in a calm voice, "Escort Maria to our suite, I'll be up shortly."

He looked as confused as Maria, as he walked her towards the elevators. I went to the front desk, and ordered refreshments so be sent up. I could have done this up in the room, but I decided to let them ride up alone. I guess I wanted to se if she would make a move without me. In a way, I wanted her to. In a way, I didn't. After all, I did want to see the look on my lovers face when it starts. I stalled, walking around the lobby, visited the gift shop, wasted probably ten minutes, before I smiled, took a deep breath, and headed for the elevator. At the door, I listened. Not a sound. I used my key card, and opened it, and stepped inside. I smiled at the sight before me. The wine was already there, poured and some had been drank already. But that wasn't the sight. There was Walter, sitting on the couch, facing me. He smiled, lifted his hand up and waved. God he looks wonderful. Sitting there, totally nude. And kneeling in front of him was Maria, naked. Except for the necklace. From the movements of her hands and head, both in the crotch area of Walter, I knew what she was doing. I came to them, picking up a glass of wine, and took a seat next to them. Walter leaned over, and we kissed.

I took a sip of the wine, and said "I thought for sure she would wait."

Walter snorted, "She seen the redhead. Said something about making sure I didn't get any ideas like the other night."

I took a seat nest to him, admiring the view of Maria's face, Walter's long, black cock sliding in and out of her mouth. I leaned forward, saying to Walter, "Unzip me, please." He pulled the zipper down, and I stood and stepped out of my dress, and soon after peeling off my bra and panties, I said "Why don�t you show her how well you eat pussy, Walter?"

He laughed, and moved over on the couch, and pulled her by her arms, and soon she was leaning at the arm rest, her right leg draped across the back of the couch, her left foot on the floor, and Walter had his face in her crotch, inhaling her aroma. He stick a finger into her wet hole, and she moaned, and then a gasp escaped from her lips, as his tongue found her clit. It wasn't too hard to finds, as it looked to be a good three times large than mine. I got to my knees, took Walter's staff in my hand, and started sucking away. I moaned, enjoying the taste of his cock once more. It's been a long time, too damn long!

I was also playing with myself, and as I sucked, eyes closed, it didn't take long for me to have a very satisfying cum. I stopped sucking his cock, and turned to sit, as I still had my fingers wrapped about his dong. He ate Maria's pussy for twenty some minutes, getting her over the edge repeatedly. Her cries of joy were like music to my ears, as Walter feasted on her sex. Finally, she lifted her head up, and hoarsely stammered out "Fuck me."

I giggled, as I released Walter's cock from my grip. He stood up, grabbed her hips and moved her around so her ass was only half way on the edge of the couch. I came over, to his left, grabbing her right leg, and held it out placing it across my shoulder, as Walter used his left hand to rub the end of his cock along her slit. And when it bumped her large clitty, she exploded. I watched, amazed, as her body quivered, and a small river of her cum flowed out of her cunt. Walter eased his cock into her, and her body groaned, as her cunt accepted his girth. Then, in one full swoop, he buried the whole damn thing inside of her, causing her body to recoil at the sudden insertion. I smiled, as I reached between them with my left hand, the forefinger of which was soon riding her clit. Walter started pumping his cock in and out of her body, as I reached around his body with my right hand, cupped his fat, cum filled balls, and gently squeezed. He let out a loud groan, as his body went stiff, his seed flooding her womb, sending her off to another loud, hard orgasm.

He pulled his meat out of her body, and took a seat on the floor next to me. I was amazed once more, as I looked at her freshly fucked hole. His white cum was dripping out, like an intermittent waterfall of sperm. I leaned forward, and stuck the fingers of my right hand into her sex, she groaned, as I scooped his cum up with them, and pulled them out and licked them clean. I heard Walter mumble "Damn!" as he saw what I had just done. But I wasn't through yet. The taste of their combined juices, it was wonderful. And I wanted more. I moved my face to her hole, sticking my tongue out and I found it easily slipped into her vagina. I started licking and sucking, cleaning her up, and her body rewarded me by having another orgasm, as her juices drenched my face. I then worked my face up her soft flesh, enjoying taking a moment to stop and suck on her hard nipples, before our mouths were locked together, our tongues entwined.

I felt Walter's hands on my hips, and I groaned as I felt his cock get buried inside of my wanting cunt. Yes, it had been too long without, as I laid there, on top of Maria, enjoying the feeling of him taking me. He had his hands on my waist, driving his meat in and out of my body. I normally don't like this fast of a pace, but I was thoroughly enjoying it at the moment. And when he came, he collapsed on top of me, as I had what was I suppose my third mind numbing orgasm of his fat cock stretching my cunt out. He pulled out, and sat back down on the floor, as I rolled onto my ass, my back against the couch. Maria came down off the couch, and we smiled at each other, as she proceeded to use her tongue to have her turn at cleaning me up. I said softly to Walter, as I ran my fingers through Maria's long, black hair, "Some wine, please."

He got up slowly, his limp cock swayed as he went to the wine cart, and added more to my glass. Then he poured himself some as well. He brought me some, and sat down next to me, watching Maria do some carpet munching. After I drank about half of the glass, and the feeling of a few minor orgasms as they raced through my body, I reached down, and lifted her chin up, and said to her "Maria honey, let's take this into the bedroom." She smiled, her lips covered with our cum, as she got up, as did Walter. They helped me to my feet, and we went on into Walter's bedroom. Walter sat there on the edge of the bed, stroking his massive meat. Maria and I turned to each other, and embraced. Our hands roamed each others hot flesh, before I pushed her back onto the bed. Soon I was on top of her, my face in her crotch, and my crotch over her face. And our tongues and fingers went to work, making the room fill with the sounds of slurping happiness. Eventually, Walter was behind me, and I moaned happily as he sank that wonderful cock of his back inside my cunt.

This time, my lover went slower, enjoying then feeling of my smooth pussy, as it gripped his shaft. And I also enjoyed the tongue of Maria, as she attacked my clit, and I hers. And when Walter emptied his load into me, he pulled out, and I enjoyed the feeling of Maria cleaning me up once more. We repeated this process only with her on top, and Walter gently fucking her as I watched from underneath, licking both her large clit, and his shiny black cock. By then, we were a bit exhausted, as we laid in a heap on the bed. My face was now by Maria's, and as we cupped each others breasts in our hands, we would kiss and snuggle.

Walter was laying across the bed, perpendicular to our feet, as we enjoyed each others company. I looked to see Walter's cock, laying up along the top of his belly. It looked to be beat, but I knew we could work it to a useable condition. I looked at her, and made a motion for her to follow. And soon, we were along side his hips, each having a hold of his cock, as our lips nibbled along the sides of his tool. It didn't take long for it to grow to a serviceable condition, just like I was counting on. I soon was astride my black lover, riding his meat to my own self-gratification. Maria was laying along side of us, watching intently, and patiently waiting for her turn.

Finally, temporarily satisfied, I climbed off, and watched with amusement as Maria jumped on his ebony tool. Yes, it was a sight, watching her ride my stud, her brown lips stretching wide to accept his girth, as she moaned continuously as she enjoyed her time on the saddle. But Walter was being driven with lust as well, for after twenty minutes, he rolled her over, and started hammering his shaft in and out of her hot body. I just smiled, watching them go, before he finally made a final lunge, and emptied his balls into her once more.

Exhausted for now, he rolled off, and I went to her, taking her into my arms. We kissed and petted each other, whispering sweet nonsense into each others ears, as Walter recuperated at the foot of the bed. As we cuddled, I whispered softly into her ear, "So, do you accept all of this?"

She turned her face, kissed my lips, and nodded her head yes. She then leaned her face foward, and rested her chin on my shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Walter eventually rolled our way, and started to dine on our pussies, getting me off first, then moving between Maria's brown thighs, and doing the same. Our lover is quite skilled, and soon after finishing with Maria, he was up on his knees, his fuck stick hard once more, as he asked "Next?"

Maria and I looked at each other, neither wanting to deny the other of the pleasure, but he had other ideas, as he grabbed my legs, and pulled me squealing to the end of the bed. I thought he was going to do me, but then he did the same to Maria, saying "Well shoot, I might as well fuck you both at once."

Laughing, I asked "Well, don't cut it in half."

He pulled Maria to her feet, saying "I ain't going to cut it half, Daisy." as he then grabbed my legs and lifting them, sort of like he was going to make a wish. He then told Maria, "Stand in front of her and grab her legs." She did, then he said "Now get your knees up on the edge." Once there, he put his hand in the middle of her broad back, and pushed forward, causing my toe's to end up touching the mattress about a foot beyond my head, and for my ass to lift off the edge of the bed. I could feel Maria's damp pussy pressing against my cunt, her chin resting at the top of my head, with her being taller than I. Then, I felt his cock, as it entered me, causing me to groan. God it felt wonderful, and I was spread so far out, that it felt so incredibly fine. My hips started bucking, and so were Maria's, but I had no clue why. I mean, his prick was inside of me. I soon found out why she was enjoying it as much as I, for he pulled out of me, and rammed it into her, and I could feel it. The underside of his shaft, riding along my clit. Oh yeah, this will most definitely work.

He would take turns stroking our cunts with his cock, maybe twenty good long hard strokes a piece, and then change cunts. Oh yes, more than just fun. Maria and I were worked into one hell of a cum, and as we did, he pulled his shaft out of her, and sprayed our exposed twats with his load. Well, that was it for Walter. He collapsed onto the bed, his eyes glazed over, groaning with from overdoing it. Maria and I, now in a sixty-nine, cleaned each others cunts off of his cream, and we then went off to our bedroom, where we finally crashed for the night. Next day, three sore, over fucked people went home, to start a new life together. I had decided on the flight home to just move both of them into the main house. Each our own bedroom, for we could have privacy when we needed it. I had them start going out on 'dates' so to speak, and by the beginning the following summer, we decided that they should get married. Four years later, after she graduated, she had her first child. It was a fun nine months, as Walter and I made love to her as her belly grew. I made sure that Walter paid a lot of attention to her during her pregnancy, and following ones as well. He has turned out to be a good father to his children.

As for Maria's career, it has turned out nicely. She has learned a lot following in my footsteps, and most people consider us mother and daughter, not knowing what goes on behind closed doors. Of course, our trips continued. And on occasion, we would allow Walter a bit of side fun. Thinking about it, I guess Aunt Sarah was sort of right, after all. It does get him out of our hair. For we can enjoy each other. Maria would have been on this trip, except her youngest has the flu.

It's now three in the morning, and I'm in the hotel suite, laying in my bed, sleeping soundly. I heard him come into the suite, and my bedroom door opened. His sift voice asked "Daisy, you awake?"

I giggled, "Yes, what you have for me, Walter?"

He was at the edge of the bed now, and I reached out, finding his naked hard shaft, sticky to the touch. I raised my body up, and pulled his cock to my lips, smelling the scent of another woman on it. It tasted fine, as I took his cock into my mouth, bathing it clean of the other woman. Soon he was on top of me, as I asked him "So, did you have a good time?"

He grinned, me seeing his white teeth in the dark room, as his cock moved effortless in and out of my body. A body pushing sixty, but feeling like it was sixteen every time he enters me. His lips lowered to mine, and we kissed, as he then said "Not as good as when I'm with you and Maria."

I closed my eyes, content as he had his way, as I raised my legs and put my heels into his bare ass, saying "Good boy."

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