Date: Thu, 13 May 2021 01:52:03 +0000 (UTC) From: J J Subject: The King of Lindsey Heights CH 6 CHAPTER 6 Story codes: MMb(tg), oral, anal A few days later I was working in the living room while Bobbi cleaned up the kitchen. His mother had called that morning and said she had to be out of town for the night. Would I mind if Bobbi stayed overnight at my place? Fuck, no!, I thought, but replied in more genteel language. "She's certainly welcome," I said, "I'll be working from home today, so drop her off any time. An hour later Bobbi knocked on the door. I opened it to let him in and waved to Amy, who waited in the car to be sure I was home. She eased away and Bobbi and I embraced and kissed in welcome. She was wearing tight white shorts and a white blouse tied above her midriff, with feminine pink sandals. "Mom said since we were coming straight here I could dress," she said, "Do you like?" She gave a little twirl, and I eyed her hungrily. "Mmm-hmmm, very nice," I said, and her blush was adorable. I said. "I'd like to rip those off and have my way with you, but I have work to do, so today you're going to sing for your supper, so to speak. I've laid out your maid clothes on the bed in my room. You're going to be my girly maid today and clean house while I do some business -- business before pleasure." "Okay!", Bobbi said, interested in the roleplay, and looking forward to the pleasure afterwards. I sent her off and went back to the computer to get some work done. A few minutes later she came in in the full outfit -- short black dress with white lace trim, proper maid's cap, black fishnet stockings, garter belt, and high heels. In her hand was a feather duster, and she made me laugh, bustling around the room dusting everything, including the computer screen. Then she bent over from the waist to pick up the waste can, showing she hadn't bothered with panties. Her tight little butt and soft hairless cock was too much to resist, and I pinched her ass. She shot up and turned, said, "Oh, Monsieur!" reprovingly, and waved her finger in my face. Then she giggled and went off to continue her work. I had worked for a couple of hours while Bobbi put her cleaning skills to work. She was really quite thorough, and I was very pleased. The doorbell rang, and Bobbi started to answer, but I waved her back until I looked through the peephole. There stood John Thompson, Kathy's father, apparently alone. Knowing his relationship with her, I thought we could have some fun with him. I wispered to Bobbi that she should wait until I was back at my desk, then let him in and show him to the living room. Seated a few minutes later, I heard the door open. "'Allo, monsieur, may I 'elp you?" Bobbi said, in a horrible attempt at a French accent. John must have been shocked, because he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Uh, is Mr. Turner in?" "Oui, monsieur, please come zis way," Bobbi answered, and I could imagine her sashaying before him, her skirt barely covering her naked ass, as she led him to the living room. "Be seated, si vous plais, monsieur, I shall tell 'im you are 'ere." Then she came in to me, barely stifling a loud giggle. "Monsieur Turner, Monsieur Thompson to see you," she said loudly, for his benefit. She followed me to the living room, where shook John's hand in welcome. "Bobbi, could you pour us a drink?" I said. Bobbi curtsied prettily and said, "Oui, monsieur." "Scotch okay, John?," I said. The poor man was still almost speechless, but managed a nod. We sat down while Bobbi scurried off to the kitchen "What can I do for you, John," I said, as his head turned to follow Bobbi out of the room. "Well, um, can, uh, we talk about Kathy?" he said, "Or should we wait for another time?" "Oh, I have no secrets from Bobbi," I said, "now would be fine." Bobbi came back in with the drinks on a tray she'd found somewhere, a white towel over her arm. She bent from the waist, exposing her ass to me as she presented John's drink to him, then did the same for me, slowly, presenting her lovely ass to John, glancing over her shoulder at him with a smile. "That will be all," I said, and she retreated into the hallway, where I could see her but he could not. I won't go into every word here, because it's not the story I'm telling today, but the conversation was adult and very cordial. At first he seemed to feel awkward about it, but I let him know that I was aware of his relationship with Kathy, and that she'd been very forward in letting me know her sexuality was not only fully developed, but that she was anxious to share it with me. He seemed relieved that I was open and accepting of the situation, and seemed glad that Kathy had found another outlet for her desires. The truth, he said, was that his wife was unaware of their play, and it was becoming difficult to satisfy the little girl's expanding lust while keeping it a secret. "Well, she's a wonderful treasure, and I'm happy to keep it between us, if you don't mind me being part of the situation." "Certainly," he said with a smile, and offered his hand, which I grasped and gave a man-to-man shake. "Now," he said, "since we're exchanging confidences, what's the story on your little maid? She seems rather young to be working, and there's something quite unusual, and incredibly erotic, about her." "Bobbi," I called, and she stepped into the room and curtsied. "Mr Thompson finds you interesting. Now, it's up to you, but would you like him to know more?" "Oh, yeah, Jim, I think he's cute!" she said, slipping back to her normal accent. Then she spread her legs slightly and, taking her skirt on both sides she lifted the hem almost to her waist. As John's eyes popped wide open, her little clit began to swell and rise. Walking until she was between us, she lifted the rest of the skirt waist-high and slowly did a 360, stopping with her genitals almost in his face. "Do you like, Mr. Thompson?" she said. Eyes focused on her now hardening spike, he nodded, open-mouthed. "Would you like to taste, "Mr. Thompson," she said, stepping closer until the head of her little cock almost touched his lips. "Yessss," he growled and leaned forward to take her in his mouth. His hands took hold of her hips and pulled her to him. He sucked hard, and grabbed her butt cheeks, kneading them, then sliding his fingers into her ass crack. His breathing became heavy, and Bobbi began pushing her hips in and out, gently moaning her pleasure and fucking his mouth with her little cock. Finally he stopped, standing up and wrapping his arms around her. "Call me John," he said, "I hope we'll become good friends." Bobbi giggled, then stood on tiptoes to kiss him on the mouth. "I'm sure we will," she said, and one of her hands snaked down to grab his hard cock through his trousers. Kicking off her high heels, she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his belt. John looked at me, reddening slightly, and said, "I hope you don't mind." I assured him I approved, and offered privacy if he preferred. A smile grew slowly on his face. "After all, we're already sharing Kathy," he said, and I nodded. By this time his pants and underwear were at his knees, and Bobbi began kissing and slurping at his cock. It grew to a healthy size, a close match for my own. I slid down a little in my chair, took a sip of my scotch, and settled in to watch the show. I used the fingertips of one hand to tease my own hardening rod through my jeans. Bobbi held his balls with one hand, using the other to stroke and guide him deep into her mouth. She moaned in delight, swallowing all the cock she could take, her own little rod hard between her legs. "I guess you and I are both at least a little bi," John said to me with a smile, and I nodded. "Just a little," I answered, "Mostly with special 'girls' like Bobbi." Bobbi put one finger in her mouth to wet it alongside his cock. She started to push that hand between John's legs, and he spread his stance. She searched with that fingertip between his nether cheeks, and finding the target, pushed it into his asshole. John's hands went to the sides of her head, holding her there while she mouthfucked his big cock. His eyes closed, his head went back and he moaned over and over. "Suck it, baby, Ohhhh, it's soooo good." They went on a few minutes that way. My cock was rock hard, but I didn't want to ruin their moment together. "I'm gonna cum soon, doll," John said, "Do you want it in your mouth?" Bobbi nodded and moaned, and redoubled her efforts. Searching with the finger in his ass she began a prostate massage, while speeding up her mouth's motion on his cock. With a roar, John stiffened, thrusting forward repeatedly while filling her mouth with his rich treat. Disengaging, John sat back in his chair, softly groaning his pleasure. Bobbi dropped back on her haunches and opened her mouth to show him his deposit, then swallowed it all, wiping her lips with her fingers and tongue. John took a big swig of his drink and slouched, smiling, in his chair. Turning her head to me, Bobbi said, "Now, eet eez your turn, monsieur!" she came to me on all fours, wriggling her naked ass. Kneeling before me she opened my jeans, freeing my prick and holding it upright. Taking it in her mouth, she started one of her masterful blowjobs, a sucking, licking, squeezing masterpiece. We had been together enough that she knew how to excite me. Her eyes locked on mine as she worked my rod over. I could see John slowly stroking himself behind her, and I thought there just might be another sexual act to this show. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I slowed her down and gestured with my head towards John. She understood completely. She paused to pull my jeans completely off, then leaned down to take my balls in her mouth while wriggling her hips invitingly towards John. Within minutes he was completely erect. Ever the gentleman, he gestured towards Bobbi's ass and asked, "May I?" I looked down at Bobbi and she nodded her head, a signal I relayed. Stepping out of his trousers and shoes, John got down on his knees and came to us. I thought about mentioning lube, but he was ahead of me. Spreading Bobbi's ass cheeks, he stuck his tongue out and licked broadly across her back door. He continued that way, wetting her opening with his spit, laving her tiny star with it, then sliding his fingers inside to open the passage. He used his other hand to stroke her balls and cock, bringing her back to full stiffness. Bobbi moaned in pleasure each time she felt his mouth on her tight boy pussy. With the wonderful and familiar mouth doing it's magic on my cock, and this perverted display playing out live a few feet away, I took another sip from my drink and lay back to enjoy. Finally John felt all was ready. Coming to his knees behind Bobbi, he spit in his hand and lubed his hard cock. Stepping forward on his knees he applied the tip to her hole and started to push forward. Bobbi stopped sucking me, using one hand to continue stroking, while she pushed back at the intruder. Her breath caught when it passed the outer barrier. Then she moaned as he pushed deeper and deeper, until his belly pressed against her ass. John began fucking her, slowly, loving the tightness around his thick rod. Her mouth came back to my cock. She used my favorite technique, sliding and rotating her hand on me together with her mouth, while the other hand softly kneaded my balls, separating them, holding them, gently squeezing. One fingertip extended behind, teasing my perineum and the edge of my own back door. The strokes went on and on. Bobbi would moan as John gave her squeezing asshole a long slow stroke, then a short hard one would squeeze the breath from her. He held her hips, stirring her insides with sideways strokes. She rhythmically squeezed my shaft as her mouth worked me over. Then John began pounding her ass, each stroke driving my cock deeper towards her throat. All of us crept towards that amazing moment of orgasm, then ran towards it, our bodies stiffening as the climax approached. Bobbi came first. She raised her head and moaned loudly, and John reached beneath her to squeeze her genitals gently, using one hand on the center of her back to keep her in place beneath his thrusts. "I'm cumming, I'm cummminnngg," she moaned breathlessly, using both hands on my cock, then dove back onto it, sucking with all her might. I came next, stiffening and spraying my load into her mouth. On the next stroke John thrust as deeply into her as he could and let out another of his by now familiar roars, his hips in spasms as he filled her ass with his second load of the day. We held that way for a minute, regaining our breath. Then John slumped back on the floor, withdrawing his slimy cock. Bobbi dropped back on her haunches, laying her head on my knee. Slowly, John got up to grab his drink and held it out to me. We clinked glasses, and he said, "Jim, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." in his best Bogart imitation. We both laughed, and Bobbi looked up, not getting the joke but smiling at our laughter. I offered her a sip of my drink. She took it, then choked on the strong liquor. John and I laughed again and again Bobbi smiled at us. "I have to go clean up," she said. Getting up, she collected her heels, and padded off. As she got to the hallway she stopped, turned, and curtsied once more. "Thank you, gentlemen," she said with a giggle, and headed for the master bath. John and I pulled ourselves together, sipping at our drinks and making small talk about Bobbi's skills and beauty. Looking at his phone, he said, "The girls will be back from swim practice soon, I need to go get cleaned up too." I offered to have Bobbi do that for him, but he said he needed to change clothes also, so he'd be off. He thanked me for sharing Bobbi, and I said it was only fair. We both laughed, and I let him out the front door. Just then Bobbi came back, her costume all correctly arranged. She threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. "Jim, that was amazing!" Thank you for letting me explore!" she said, and I replied, "Thank you -- I enjoyed every minute. Now, what shall we do for dinner?"