Chapter 01
The New Job
Copyright 2014 by the A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved
[This chapter contains some bisexual male sex. I know some people are really turned off by it, so if you are, this notice serves as a warning. There isn't a lot of it, and the later chapters don't have any.
This story took longer to write than I hoped. I'm pleased with its start, but I don't think the later chapters turned out as well. Still, I hope you enjoy it.]
Ana stood rooted in the doorway to the bedroom, watching Ryan fuck his sister, hard. She couldn't move; she just watched him slam his cock, a good-sized one at that, into Amanda's pussy. They were brother and sister, and they shouldn't be fucking each other. When Ana had taken the job she had expected to see the Harris family have sex, but she never expected incest.
She had been on the job for three days, but up until now nothing unusual had happened. Until this moment the Harrises had been, as far as she had been able to tell, a perfectly normal family. When Mrs. Harris told her that the family was into rough sex and orgies, she had half suspected to find clothes flying and naked people lounging about, but no, it had all been a very normal housekeeping job, up until that third day when she looked into Amanda's bedroom and saw her fucking her brother.
A week before, Ana Medina-Aguilar had answered the ad for a live-in housekeeper, having just fled her latest jerk of a boyfriend a few weeks before that. With her welcome at her friends' apartments growing thin from her chronic couch surfing, she figured that a live-in job would be perfect. It would give her a place to stay while she paid off the credit cards her boyfriend had maxed out and until she had saved enough for first and last month and security deposit on a place of her own.
Ana was twenty-seven and had never been married, but over the last few years she had lived with a string of not-so-nice boyfriends. Her parents had emigrated to California from Mexico, but she had been born and raised here in the States. A good student in high school without working hard at it, she could have gone on to college if she wanted to, but didn't. While she was good at school, academic work didn't appeal to her.
Out of high school she had worked for a couple years as a hospital orderly, the best job she could get with only a high-school diploma and no work experience. That job really sucked. Helping the patients was nice, but orderlies didn't get to do that too often. Mostly her job was just cleaning up shit, often literally. Even worse was the blood. Cleaning the ER after an accident victim comes through is pretty disgusting work. Plus, the pay sucked. So when a friend offered her a job in a housecleaning service she left the hospital and didn't look back. House cleaning isn't bad work, at least not once you've been doing it for a while and have built a clientele of good families who are decent to work for.
From the start it was obvious to her that the Harrises weren't normal in one respect. They were wealthy. Not doctor-rich, or big-city-lawyer rich. Really rich. Bill Gates rich. Well, maybe not that rich, but they had many times more money than anyone else Ana had met, and she had cleaned a lot of homes of rich folks. The Harris house wasn't just a mansion, it was more like a palace. It had wings. She had never even seen, much less been in, a house with wings. The money was inherited. Mr. Harris's dad had inherited a modest amount of money, put it into the stock market, then hit it big with tech stocks in the 1980s and 90s, and the family moved into the class of super-rich. Mr. H, Mike to his friends, didn't work, except to manage the family's money, which was pretty much a full-time job.
When she first saw the house, Ana figured she would never get the job. It was out of her league. Then when she found out that she would be the only live-in, she wondered if she really wanted it. One person could never manage that house on her own. It needed a whole staff, not just one live-in maid. But Mrs. Harris, Susan, was very nice in the interview. Ana wasn't sure what she expected, but Mrs. Harris wasn't it. She was in her early forties, and beautiful. A tiny, little spitfire of a woman. Brown-haired with big, wide eyes, she was barely 5' 2" and had a nicely sized pair of breasts—Ana supposed that one of the perks of being rich is store-bought tits. Mrs. Harris looked more like a trophy wife than an original. Plus she was really down-to-earth and friendly, not stuck up or pretentious.
Mrs. Harris explained the job. The live-in wouldn't be doing any heavy cleaning. They had a crew come in twice a week for that. All the live-in would have to do was make the beds, do the laundry, clean up "spot messes" as Mrs. Harris called them, do some shopping for the household, and odd little duties like that. There was a cook who came in on weekdays and on weekends when the family was entertaining and who did the grocery shopping and, of course, the cooking. Mrs. Harris said that live-in's duties probably wouldn't take more than a few hours a day, and her schedule would be pretty much her own.
Then she told Ana the salary, and Ana's jaw dropped. It was thirty thousand, plus room and board. Ana would have basically no expenses other than clothes and whatever she wanted to buy for herself. She would be able to pay off those credit cards really quickly. Mrs. Harris showed her the suite where the live-in would stay. It was in the east wing of the house, above Mr. Harris's office, and consisted of a bedroom, a good-sized private bath, and a small sitting room with a television. It was great, and Ana figured she had no chance of getting the job. But Mrs. Harris told her that she wanted to have her back to meet the family; as it was a live-in position, she wanted the whole family to be in on the decision.
The only odd thing about that first interview was that Mrs. Harris kept emphasizing that the job required "utmost discretion." Ana figured that was a bit weird, but she knew the very rich are different than the rest of us, so it didn't concern her too much. They were probably just private people. With that much money, she could understand why.
She came back a few days later to meet the family. Mr. Harris was a handsome guy, tall, toned, and in really good shape, also in his mid-forties, with brown hair that was going gray in a very distinguished fashion. Their son Ryan was eighteen and just finishing his senior year in high school, a handsome kid who looked like his father and was almost as tall. The daughter Amanda was away at college. Ana didn't meet her that day, but she saw a picture, and Amanda looked like a younger twin of her mother. The two men mostly kept quiet during the interview, and it became clear that Mrs. Harris was the one in charge of the household. Ana also met Tanya the cook, a stunningly beautiful, African-American woman, light-skinned, and slim. She was in her mid-thirties, but looked like she could be twenty.
Then Mrs. Harris got down to business and dropped the bomb. The reason for all the privacy was sex. The Harrises had a lot of it. The entire family. She said that they had guests over regularly, and all sorts of things went on right out in the open. Lots of rough sex, S&M-type stuff, bondage, domination, that sort of thing. It was all among consenting adults, but they didn't want the world to know. If Ana wasn't okay with that, they'd pay her for her time and send her on her way. Mrs. Harris revealed what the "spot messes" were. Ana would be responsible for cleaning up after the sex. It turned out that one of the things that recommended her was that hospital orderly job; Mrs. Harris figured that she wouldn't be squeamish about cleaning up bodily fluids. And Ana finally realized why the salary was so high. They were paying for her silence.
Then she took Ana down into the basement and showed her the dungeon, which had been skipped on her earlier tour of the house. It was dark, but not dank. Padded all around, it contained all sorts of sex furniture, stuff Ana had only seen in the porn movies her last deadbeat boyfriend watched all day long. There was a sex swing, a set of stocks, and various cages and benches where a person could be tied down. It would also be Ana's job to keep the dungeon clean, as the twice-a-week cleaning crew didn't come down here.
Mrs. Harris also said, and this really blew Ana away, that if she took the job she would be welcome to take part in the sexual activities. It wasn't a requirement for the job, and if she didn't want to, that was perfectly fine. And if she did and later decided to stop, that would be fine too. She would still have her job. But the offer of sex was there if she took the job.
Then she sent Ana home to think about whether or not she still wanted the job, saying that she'd call Ana back in a day or two.
Ana debated whether or not to take the job, but there really wasn't any question. While her sex life up to that point had been positively tame compared to that of the Harris family, Ana didn't have any hang-ups about what other people did. The Harrises were obviously a lot kinkier than she was, but it was all cool. And the cleaning didn't bother her. When she worked at the hospital she'd cleaned up a lot worse things than some dried spunk and lube. And the money and apartment were too good to be true.
But as for participating, she didn't really see that happening.
Mrs. Harris called two days later asking if she wanted the job. Ana moved in the next day.
Then three days after that Ana stood in the door of Amanda's bedroom watching the girl get fucked by her brother. Ana hadn't met Amanda yet. She had arrived back from college late the night before, but she recognized her from the family pictures. She was a younger version of her mother, with smaller, perky tits. She was shaved down under, which for some reason Ana found to be really sexy, this young girl, barely nineteen, shaving herself for wild, incestuous sex. It was plain old, missionary-position sex, but it was brother and sister, and that just blew Ana's mind. When Mrs. Harris had said the whole family participated in the sex games, Ana hadn't imagined it was with each other.
She was mesmerized, unable to move. She knew she should move away from the door, letting the siblings have their privacy, although they had left the door open. She didn't know what she would do if they looked up and saw her, but still she couldn't move. Her hand slipped down, as if of its own accord, and started to rub her crotch through her jeans.
She watched Ryan's cock slide in and out of his sister, their eyes locked on each other, a fierce look of desperate pleasure in their glares. Ryan was really a good-looking guy, big cock, at least seven inches and reasonably thick, plus he had a cute butt. They were a cute couple.
"Isn't that a beautiful sight," a woman's voice said in Ana's ear. It was Mrs. Harris. "There's nothing quite like a brother and sister making love."
Ana was frozen with fear, even though she knew that she should have nothing to be afraid of. Seeing the family having sex was to be expected. But knowing something is going to happen and having it happen are two entirely different things.
"Although, watching my husband fuck my daughter may just be a bit better," continued Mrs. H. "Doesn't Ryan have the nicest cock?"
Ana nodded in agreement. She couldn't really see if it was nice, but it was big.
"It's more shapely than his father's, although Mike's is a bit bigger."
Ana tried to look round at Mrs. Harris without turning her head, but Mrs. Harris was directly behind her, speaking right into her ear. Ana could feel Mrs. Harris's breath on her ear and neck. By this point Ana was pretty sure that Mrs. Harris was trying to deliberately excite her, but without seeing her she couldn't tell for sure.
Then Ryan threw his head back, emitted a moan, and shot his load into his sister. He collapsed on top of her.
"That's just like a man," said Mrs. Harris, "leaving the woman high and dry. I guess I'll just have to finish for him." With that she swept past Ana into the bedroom. She was wearing a bathrobe, which dropped to the floor, and she climbed into the bed, moving Ryan aside, and bringing her head down into her daughter's crotch.
Ana watched this woman go down on her daughter just after the girl had been fucked by her brother. Then, unbelievably, Mrs. Harris moved up her daughter's body and started kissing her, and Ana realized that she had sucked out her son's cum and was depositing it into her daughter's mouth. They kissed for a while, sloppily swapping saliva and cum, then Mrs. Harris returned to her daughter's pussy as Ana's hand returned to her own crotch.
She dove right in and started lapping away at her daughter's clit, inserting a finger into her vagina, then two, then three. Amanda threw her head back in pleasure. Then the younger girl started writhing and bucking as the orgasm hit her. She did her best to buck her mother off, but the older woman's mouth was firmly attached to her daughter's pussy. Finally, Amanda sank back, whimpering quietly. Only then did Mrs. Harris release her hold on her daughter's pussy, moving up to kiss her daughter again, deeply and desperately.
At that point Ana realized that Ryan was looking at her. He smiled and cocked his head, wordlessly inviting her to join him. Ana was frozen, unable to respond. She might have shaken her head "no," but she wasn't sure.
"Well my dear boy, are you up for another round yet," said Mrs. Harris to her son. "Your mother needs to get fucked this morning."
"I'm willing, but not up to it quite yet."
"I can fix that." And with that she moved and took her son's cock in her mouth, positioning her pussy near Amanda's head. Her daughter needed no prompting and buried her face in her mother's cunt.
Ana's hand moved from rubbing the outside of her jeans to shoving itself down the waist, so it could rub her clit directly.
After a few minutes, Ryan was again hard as a rock, and his mother stopped her sucking. Ana got her first good look at his whole erection, and it was as nice as Mrs. Harris had said it was, a good eight inches long, thick, uncircumcised, and very nicely shaped.
Mrs. Harris grabbed her son by the shoulders and threw the much larger boy down on his back, not that he was resisting. She then climbed on top and guided that beautiful cock into her cunt, starting to rock back and forth.
Amanda straddled her brother's face, lowering her pussy onto her brother's tongue. The three went at it, the boy servicing his mother and sister simultaneously, while the two women kissed.
Ana just leaned back against the wall, unbuttoning her jeans for better access and continuing her rubbing.
After a few minutes the threesome switched up. Mother and daughter moved into a sixty-nine with Susan on top, while Ryan fucked his mom doggie style. Amanda alternated between licking her mother's pussy and her brother's balls.
Amanda was the first to come this time, with her mother following immediately after. Amanda's orgasm didn't seem as intense this time around, but Susan was as expressive as her daughter had been a few minutes ago. Then Ryan blew his load in his mother's pussy, pulling out in time to let the last few spurts fall into his sister's waiting mouth.
"Mmm. Tastes as good as ever, Ry," said Amanda. "You don't know how much I've missed that while I've been away."
"Okay, shower time," said Susan. "The shower in my room is bigger, big enough for all three of us."
Susan took Ryan by the hand and, scooping up her robe on the way, led him out of the room, winking at Ana as she passed. Ryan just grinned a stupid grin at Ana. Amanda followed, but stopped short when she noticed Ana standing by the door.
"Oh, you must be Ana. Nice to meet you." She leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Her breath smelled like cum. "Join us next time. You're welcome to." Then she followed her mother and brother to the shower.
Ana was floored. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. Incest was wrong, but what she'd just witnessed had been so hot. She just didn't know how she was supposed to react. Her mind told her that she should object, or at least pretend she hadn't seen it, but her pussy was wet and ready. She hadn't been on the job for more than a few days, but in that time she'd come to trust Tanya, the cook. Tanya had a level head on her shoulders, and she'd been working for the Harrises for several years. She could help her sort this out. So Ana made her way down to the kitchen.
She walked into the kitchen and found Tanya half-naked, sprawled across the kitchen island with Mr. Harris fucking her in the ass.
He saw the live-in right away and smiled, but Tanya was too far gone in the throes of passion to notice that Ana had come in. Her head was down on the countertop, eyes closed, moaning, and yelping a little every time Mr. Harris drove his cock especially deep into her. Ana had never watched an ass fucking for real. She'd tried it once at the insistence of an old boyfriend—not the latest, but two before that, another deadbeat—but he'd hurt her and she hadn't liked it, although she did feel some pangs that made her think that she might really like it with someone who knew what they were doing. And Mr. Harris seemed to know. At one point he pulled out of Tanya, lubed himself up with more vegetable oil—it being the kitchen, that's what they were using for lube—and then thrust himself back into her.
Mr. Harris had a really nice cock, just like his wife had said. It was a bit bigger than his son's. And the sight of it against Tanya's milk-chocolate skin was just too much for Ana. She felt herself getting wet again, and it was all she could do to keep herself from masturbating right there. She was afraid that if she started, she wouldn't be able to stop and would end up fucking Mr. Harris and losing her job—she still hadn't internalized the idea that it was okay for her to fuck the boss, that his wife wouldn't not only mind, she'd encourage it.
Ana slipped out and headed back to her room. This was all too much. Once there, she shut and locked the door. She was on fire with lust. She stripped, threw herself down on the bed, and started masturbating furiously. She didn't even bother breaking out her vibrator. She was in too much of a hurry and knew she wouldn't need it.
Her clit was fully erect and poking out of its hood. Scooping up some of her vaginal juices with her fingers for lube, she just started rubbing it, closing her eyes and sinking her head into the pillow. Recollections of everything she'd seen that morning cascaded through her brain, a kaleidoscope of images. Mrs. Harris going down on her daughter. She'd never seen two women get it on outside of a porno. Brother and sister fucking. Mother and son fucking. Then Mr. Harris giving it to Tanya. That was the image that sent her over the edge. Tanya was so beautiful, and the contrast of his white skin on her black flesh was just too much for the pleasure center of her brain.
It was like her brain short-circuited from sensory overload. Too many images and too much clitoral stimulation all at once. She didn't actually lose consciousness, but may as well have, because her higher brain functions essentially stopped working. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.
She came back to reality a few moments later, lying in a pool of wetness. She wasn't sure, but thought that she may have squirted. She'd never done that before.
Weak-kneed, she made her wobbly way to the shower to get cleaned up. After all, she had a day of housecleaning ahead of her, and she knew of at least two bedrooms whose sheets needed laundering.
That was just the beginning. Over the next few days Ana witnessed more different types of sex than she had dreamed possible. But she couldn't bring herself to participate, and alternated between states of sexual excitement and multiple daily masturbation sessions, continually ducking back into her room to relieve the tension. As a result, within a few days she had worn out the batteries in her vibrator.
The first thing she saw was Mr. Harris and Amanda the night after she had seen the Mrs. and the two kids. Ana was curious, wondering if more fucking was going on, so she went through the house at about ten p.m., ostensibly to see if there was any spot cleaning to do before turning in for the night, or at least that would be her excuse if anyone asked why she was wandering through the house, but it was pretty quiet. Mr. Harris was at his desk in the office that was below her room. Ryan was evidently out, and Ana didn't see Mrs. Harris, but the master bedroom door was closed and she could hear the television, so she was probably in there. There was a light in Amanda's bedroom and the door was open, but before Ana could walk past, she saw Mr. Harris coming in the other direction, toward the master bedroom. He must have finished whatever he had been doing in his office and come upstairs to turn in. Ana stopped and stepped into an alcove in the hallway as he paused at the doorway to his daughter's room.
"It's good to have you back home for the summer," he said to someone in the bedroom, presumably Amanda. "I've really missed you this year. It's not the same without you here."
Amanda replied, but Ana couldn't make out the words.
"It's not just that," he said, smiling. "I just like having my little girl around." Amanda said something else, and then he said, "that's good to hear. I'm glad all those young college studs haven't made you forget all about your dad." Ana could hear Amanda murmur something else, and then he went into her room.
Ana crept up and peeked through the open doorway. Amanda was on her knees before her father, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and then pulling his pants and underwear down around his ankles. She took her father's soft, but rapidly hardening cock in her hands and gave the head a kiss. "This is one guy I have really missed," she said, smiling and looking up into her father's eyes. Then she took his penis into her mouth.
It didn't take long for Mr. Harris to get fully erect, but Amanda was evidently not treating this blowjob just as a way to get her dad hard. She was intent on oral pleasure. She licked around the head, paying special attention to the cleft in the head, doing the best she could to insert the tip of her tongue down her father's urethra. Once he was fully hard, she could no longer get his whole cock into her mouth, so she spent some time running her tongue and lips down the underside of the shaft.
Mr. Harris threw his head back, and as he did so, Ana thought she saw him hesitate for a moment. He was looking in her direction and may have seen her, at least an expression of recognition passed over his face. She tried to make herself as small as she could, peering around the corner of the door jamb. Her hand, again with a seeming will of its own, rubbed against her breast, tweaking her nipple. A shudder of excitement passed through her.
She watched as Amanda stopped sucking, stood up, and guided her father to a chair, making him sit, his nine-inch cock sticking straight up. Then she climbed onto his lap and lowered herself, impaling herself on his shaft. Ana's other hand dropped to her crotch, and she started rubbing herself through her jeans.
Amanda's breasts were at her father's mouth level, and the man attacked them hungrily as his daughter started slowing rocking back and forth on her father's cock. Amanda grasped her father's face and turned it upward, lowering her own to kiss him deeply. Ana's hand slipped inside her jeans.
The two continued kissing and fucking for several minutes, then Amanda lifted herself off her father, walked over to the bed and lay face down. Her father came up behind her and entered her from behind, fucking her harder this time, reaching around and rubbing his daughter's clit as he pounded her. Amanda became very vocal, grunting loudly with each thrust. Surely Mrs. Harris down the hall in her bedroom could hear. Ana unbuttoned her jeans to make more room for her rubbing.
Soon the young woman was shuddering and yelling even louder as her orgasm coursed through her. Mr. Harris kept up his pounding for a few more minutes before he threw back his head, emitting a quieter, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" as he ejaculated inside his daughter.
Mr. Harris didn't pull out immediately, leaning down to kiss his daughter. Then as his penis softened and slipped out of her, Amanda stood up, turned her father around, slapped him on the ass, and told him, "Now go and tell Mom what you've done."
Mr. Harris left the room, and Ana had to scramble to get back to the darkness of the alcove a short distance down the hall. It was hard to move quickly with one hand jammed down her pants. She thought the man looked in her direction as he went into his own bedroom to confess to his wife what he had just done with his daughter, but Ana couldn't be sure if she had been seen.
Then the next day Amanda witnessed her first dungeon scene. She had checked the dungeon several times each day, but it had remained unused until her fifth day on the job.
That day she finally got up the courage to talk to Tanya about watching Mr. Harris fuck her in the ass. When she mentioned that she had seen them, Tanya said, "Girl, I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. You should have joined us, or do you just like to watch?"
That began a conversation in which Tanya told her, without going into specific detail about sexual practices, which she said Ana "would learn in due course," about what went on the Harris household. Mrs. Harris, or Susan as Tanya called her—Ana couldn't bring herself to call her boss by her first name quite yet—ran the show. When Amanda was around, the daughter also tended to take charge. The two men were submissive, following the lead of the women. Tanya said that everyone knew Ana had been watching them, and everyone was cool with it. In fact, they thought it was pretty hot, and had started to look around to see if the little, black-haired Latina was peering at them from around a corner.
"If you want to join in, don't be shy," said Tanya. "We all think you're totally hot and would love to have you." She licked her lips and smiled, and a shudder again ran down Ana's spine. She had never been with a woman, had never really considered it, but the thought that this gorgeous woman found her attractive really turned her on.
"But just take your time, and do it if and when you are ready," offered Tanya. "It took me a couple of months to get up the nerve to join in."
Tanya went on to declare that Michael, Mr. Harris, was an extremely accomplished lover with a huge dick, the best of all worlds. Ryan was almost as big, but not as artful in his lovemaking, more enthusiastic than skilled. Mrs. Harris, Susan, was insatiable, up for anything at almost any time. About the only thing she didn't do was submission. She was a dominatrix by inclination, although she often engaged in more vanilla lovemaking. Amanda took after her mother.
At that point Mrs. Harris passed by in the hall, wearing a robe and leading her husband to the stairs and down into the dungeon. Ana's eyes got wide.
"You like to watch," said Tanya. "Go for it."
So Ana followed Mr. and Mrs. Harris down into the basement dungeon. She stopped outside the door, which the couple had left open, and again peered around the jamb. Mr. Harris had already stripped naked and was kneeling before his wife. Ana watched as Mrs. Harris slipped out of her robe. She was wearing a black leather bustier and thigh-high, black leather boots. Her breasts were gorgeous, perfectly round globes with big, brown areolas. She looked quite the dominatrix. Ana watched as she slapped her husband on the cheek, not terribly hard, but hard enough to cause some pain and loud enough to send the crack of flesh against flesh across the room.
"Now, you know the drill," Mrs. Harris told her husband. "Lick my pussy well, and you will be rewarded. Don't satisfy me, and you will be punished." She then pushed her husband's face into her crotch.
From across the room Ana couldn't really make out how well Mr. Harris was doing at his assigned task. He was facing away from her, and all she could see was the back of his head, with Mrs. Harris's hand pushing it into her nether regions. Mrs. Harris, on the other hand, was quite expressive. She was biting her lower lip and her nipples were hardening into pencil erasers. So he was probably doing a good job. She pushed his head harder into her crotch, and after a few minutes shuddered with her first orgasm.
"That was acceptable," she said, passing judgment on her husband's pussy eating. "I guess I should reward you. What do you want? To be jacked off or to be fucked up the ass?"
Ana hoped he would choose the latter.
Mr. Harris said something in a low voice. Ana couldn't hear it.
He was slapped again.
"You need to speak up, slave. If you want your reward, claim it."
"Please fuck me in the ass, mistress."
"Okay, onto the horse."
Mr. Harris went to the center of the dungeon where there was a wooden horse with padding on the top and restraints at the four corners, halfway to the floor. Ana watched as her employer bent face-down over the horse, slipping his ankles and wrists into the restraints, presenting his ass to his wife.
For her part, Mrs. Harris was strapping on a dildo. It looked about six inches long and reasonably thick, about average size for a dick in Ana's experience. Mrs. Harris slathered lube all over it and moved behind her husband.
Mrs. Harris pressed the tip of the dildo against her husband's sphincter and slowly started to push. When she got to what looked to Ana to be about an inch inside she stopped for a few moments, evidently to let Mr. Harris get used to the dildo that was invading his ass. She slapped him on the buttocks and said, "Do you want more?"
"Yes, please, mistress."
She resumed the slow pushing, stopping again when it was about halfway. She didn't wait all that long this time, and resumed the slow progress again after a few moments. Mr. Harris grunted his approval. Ana unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down the front of them.
Mrs. Harris proceeded slowly, but it wasn't long until she was sunk all the way into her husband's ass. She reached underneath him and gave his penis a few tugs. "Enjoying this, my slave?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Does my dick feel good in your ass?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Do you want me to start fucking you? Do you want it hard?"
"Yes, fuck me hard. Please, mistress."
Mrs. Harris started rocking her hips back and forth, drawing the dildo out almost all the way, before plunging it back in again. She started slowly, but picked up speed as she went, and after a bit she was pounding her husband rather hard.
Ana heard a noise at the top of the stairs. Someone was coming down. There was nowhere to hide. She couldn't go back up the stairs without being seen by whomever was coming down. Her only choice was to step into the dungeon itself. There was no real place to hide there either, but at least she could stand off to the side and hope no one noticed her, maybe getting a chance to slip back out. Mr. Harris was too busy with the dildo up his ass to notice her, and Mrs. Harris was concentrating on giving it to her husband. So maybe she wouldn't be noticed.
The people coming down the stairs were Amanda and Tanya. The college student was leading the cook by the hand, and Amanda was wearing a leather harness and spiked heels. She led Tanya into the middle of the dungeon, beside her parents, and started kissing the African-American woman. Tanya responded. Ana just watched, her own hand again down inside her pants, as the daughter French-kissed the cook while her mother fucked her father in the ass only an arm's length away. What kind of house was this?
After a few minutes Amanda broke the kiss and ordered Tanya to undress and kneel before her. Once the cook was naked and on her knees, Amanda unceremoniously pushed her pussy into her servant's face. Tanya took to it immediately, plunging her tongue into Amanda's vagina, and licking upward, over and around her clit. Ana, closer now, had a better view of both couples. Mrs. Harris kept fucking away at her husband, but her eyes were on what her daughter was doing.
Amanda grabbed Tanya by the hair and pulled her face away from her snatch. Turning to her mother Amanda asked, "Do you want her to lick your asshole, mother?"
"Yes that might be enjoyable."
"You heard her. Lick your mistress's asshole clean," Amanda said to Tanya.
The cook obediently moved behind the older woman, spread her round cheeks, and began tonguing her anus as Mrs. Harris continued to fuck her husband. For her part, Amanda climbed on top of the horse, in front of her father, and gave his tongue access to her pussy.
This was too much for Ana. The sight of the wife fucking the husband in the ass while he ate out the daughter and the cook rimmed the wife was just too much. Usually Ana's orgasm built slowly, and she could tell when it was coming. This time it came without warning hitting her hard and fast. Next thing Ana knew was that she was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, and her legs splayed open and shaking, another pool of liquid forming in front of her. The others hadn't seemed to notice.
Amanda was thrashing about in the throes of her own orgasm, nearly falling off the horse. Evidently, her father had done the job well. When she had calmed down, Amanda went over to a table on which several sex toys were displayed, picked up a strap-on, somewhat larger than what her mother was wearing, and started putting it on. When she had it on, she walked over to her mother and whispered something in her ear. Ana couldn't hear what she said.
Mrs. Harris pulled out of her husband, turned, and commanded Tanya to lick her dildo clean. The cook obediently complied, giving her mistress a blowjob.
Amanda ordered her father to get out of his restraints—he hadn't been tied, the straps were only looped around his wrists and ankles—to place his hands on the horse and bend over. Her father meekly obeyed his daughter without uttering a word.
Amanda slathered a generous amount of lube on her dildo and moved behind her father, preparing to peg him. She wasn't as gentle as her mother had been. She positioned the tip of the dildo at her father's anus, and with one thrust buried the seven inches all the way to the hilt. She immediately began pounding away.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Harris had Tanya stand up and fastened her wrists into a pair of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. She moved behind the cook, one hand on the black woman's breasts and the other in her pussy, and proceeded to watch her daughter fuck her husband. Ana was clearly in her line of vision; both Mrs. Harris and Tanya could see her, but neither one acknowledged her presence.
It wasn't long before Tanya started writhing in orgasm, brought about by Mrs. Harris's expert fingers and the vision of daughter-fucking-father that was before her.
When she had come, Mrs. Harris uncuffed her and laid her on the floor, and then straddled her face, lowering her own pussy to her servant's waiting tongue.
Ana watched Tanya begin to expertly lick her mistress's pussy, while Amanda continued to fuck her own father in the ass. That familiar itch began in her loins, and Ana's hand again made its way down between her legs. She could see Mr. Harris's goodly sized and very hard cock swing with abandon with each of his daughter's thrusts, while his wife started yelping at Tanya's ministrations. Mrs. Harris grabbed her own breasts, tweaking the nipples while the cook alternated between sucking her clit and plunging her tongue deep into the older woman's vagina.
It didn't take long for Ana to come to orgasm the second time, but this time she felt it coming and it wasn't as intense, but no less pleasurable. Convulsion after convulsion swept over her, but she kept watching and rubbing. It seemed to go on forever, then when she could take the pleasure no longer, she erupted with a spurt of vaginal juice, and her clit became as if too hot to touch, the lightest contact brought delightful pain. Ana realized that she must have squirted before too, but she hadn't noticed. This time, she was more aware.
Mrs. Harris came at the same time, squeezing her own breasts even tighter and grinding down onto Tanya's face. When she had finished, she slipped off the cook, bent down and gave her a deep kiss. Then she ordered the cook to suck her husband's cock.
Poor Mr. Harris had been fucked all that time. While he seemed to be enjoying it, evidently the ass fucking alone wasn't enough stimulation to get him off. Tanya crawled over to him and took his cock into her mouth as Amanda continued to pound away. It only took a minute or two of sucking and Mr. Harris erupted, spewing cum all over the servant's face.
Amanda slipped out of her father's ass, dropped to her knees by Tanya, and began licking her father's cum off one side of the cook's face. Mrs. Harris joined her daughter, and together they cleaned Tanya's face with their tongues, engaging in a series of three-way sloppy kisses, exchanging the goo between them.
Ana struggled to her feet and, wobbly-kneed, stumbled out of the dungeon. All she could think of was a hot bath. She would clean up the mess later.
That evening Ana made her usual rounds of the house. Given the activities of the afternoon, she really didn't expect to find anyone playing around, but as she passed by the master bedroom she noticed the door had been left half-open, and there were some noises coming from within. She crept closer and peered in. A few days ago she would have been terrified of exposing herself, but now she knew that the Harrises all knew that she was watching them, so she positioned herself squarely in the opening so she could see the entire bedroom.
Ryan and his mother were standing in the middle of the room, naked and kissing. They were taking their time, simply kissing and running their hands across each other's bodies, just enjoying the feel of naked flesh and soft lips. They seemed to be in no hurry to proceed to the next level or to anything kinky. Ana found it nice to watch two beautiful people tenderly pleasuring each other.
Then Ana saw Mr. Harris come out of the bathroom, cross the room behind his son, and start to kiss him on the back of the neck. Ryan broke the kiss with his mother, twisted his upper body and father and son kissed deeply. A shudder ran through Ana's spine. She had never seen two men kiss like this. Sure, she'd seen some gay porn films and seen men kissing in public, but this was different; it was live, and it was naked. It took her a moment to realize that it was father and son, and when she did, another shudder ran through her, and she felt herself start to become damp between the legs yet again.
Mrs. Harris took her two men by their semi-erect penises and led them to the big, king-sized bed. Ana watched as the three positioned themselves in a daisy chain; Mr. Harris started licking his wife's pussy; Mrs. Harris took her son's cock in her mouth, and to Ana's astonishment Ryan took his father's cock in his mouth. She didn't know why she was surprised. The fact that Mrs. Harris, Amanda, and Tanya had lesbian sex didn't seem strange, but this was different. Maybe it was because men were supposed to be tough and gay sex seemed womanly. Although both Mr. H and Ryan were anything but. From some distance away, he appeared to be quite experienced at it, taking most of his father's rather large cock without gagging. That would take some practice, and Ana wasn't even sure she could do it herself.
The three continued to pleasure each other as Ana watched and pleasured herself. They were taking their time, and so did Ana. She thought that this was a change of pace. It wasn't the wild and kinky show that she had been enjoying up to this point, but then she reminded herself that it was incest and she was watching a son going down on his father. As for her own pleasure, she rubbed her breasts with one hand, while the other rubbed between her legs. She avoided touching her clit directly, taking pleasure simply in her own touch rather than trying to achieve orgasm—she wanted this session to be slow.
Mrs. Harris shuddered with a small orgasm, and with her release the three switched up. Ryan moved behind his mother, spooning her and entering her from behind. His father lay down behind Ryan and, after liberally applying some lube to his penis, entered his son. The three moved back and forth in a slow rhythm, son fucking mother, father fucking son. Ana watched from the doorway. This was different from watching a porn movie, she thought. Not only was it live and only a few feet away, but she couldn't really see much, just three, beautiful naked bodies moving in unison. A gentle orgasm swept through Ana's body, waves of soft pleasure.
Mr. Harris was the next to cum. It wasn't spectacular, he just grimaced and then slowly withdrew from his son. When she realized her husband was spent, Mrs. Harris pulled away from her son, turned him on his back, and then climbed back on board his penis, riding him cowgirl style. Ana watched as Mrs. Harris impaled herself on her son's cock and started rocking back and forth. She fondled her own round breasts and stared directly into Ana's eyes. This time, Ana didn't look away.
Ryan couldn't take this treatment for very long, and soon he was throwing his head back, eyes closed, and moaning as he ejaculated into his mother. Mrs. Harris broke eye contact with Ana and dropped down to kiss her son.
Ana collected herself and started to turn away from the door when she realized that Mr. Harris was standing next to her. The man leaned in and kissed her. Ana returned the kiss.
"We've really enjoyed your watching us these past few days," he said after he broke the kiss.
Ana looked away, not saying anything.
"You know you're welcome to join us anytime. You don't have to, but if you're comfortable with it, we'd really enjoy something more than just your watching."
"Thank you," Ana replied. "I don't think I'm ready yet."
Copyright 2014 by the A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved
[This chapter contains some bisexual male sex. I know some people are really turned off by it, so if you are, this notice serves as a warning. There isn't a lot of it, and the later chapters don't have any.
This story took longer to write than I hoped. I'm pleased with its start, but I don't think the later chapters turned out as well. Still, I hope you enjoy it.]
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Ana stood rooted in the doorway to the bedroom, watching Ryan fuck his sister, hard. She couldn't move; she just watched him slam his cock, a good-sized one at that, into Amanda's pussy. They were brother and sister, and they shouldn't be fucking each other. When Ana had taken the job she had expected to see the Harris family have sex, but she never expected incest.
She had been on the job for three days, but up until now nothing unusual had happened. Until this moment the Harrises had been, as far as she had been able to tell, a perfectly normal family. When Mrs. Harris told her that the family was into rough sex and orgies, she had half suspected to find clothes flying and naked people lounging about, but no, it had all been a very normal housekeeping job, up until that third day when she looked into Amanda's bedroom and saw her fucking her brother.
A week before, Ana Medina-Aguilar had answered the ad for a live-in housekeeper, having just fled her latest jerk of a boyfriend a few weeks before that. With her welcome at her friends' apartments growing thin from her chronic couch surfing, she figured that a live-in job would be perfect. It would give her a place to stay while she paid off the credit cards her boyfriend had maxed out and until she had saved enough for first and last month and security deposit on a place of her own.
Ana was twenty-seven and had never been married, but over the last few years she had lived with a string of not-so-nice boyfriends. Her parents had emigrated to California from Mexico, but she had been born and raised here in the States. A good student in high school without working hard at it, she could have gone on to college if she wanted to, but didn't. While she was good at school, academic work didn't appeal to her.
Out of high school she had worked for a couple years as a hospital orderly, the best job she could get with only a high-school diploma and no work experience. That job really sucked. Helping the patients was nice, but orderlies didn't get to do that too often. Mostly her job was just cleaning up shit, often literally. Even worse was the blood. Cleaning the ER after an accident victim comes through is pretty disgusting work. Plus, the pay sucked. So when a friend offered her a job in a housecleaning service she left the hospital and didn't look back. House cleaning isn't bad work, at least not once you've been doing it for a while and have built a clientele of good families who are decent to work for.
From the start it was obvious to her that the Harrises weren't normal in one respect. They were wealthy. Not doctor-rich, or big-city-lawyer rich. Really rich. Bill Gates rich. Well, maybe not that rich, but they had many times more money than anyone else Ana had met, and she had cleaned a lot of homes of rich folks. The Harris house wasn't just a mansion, it was more like a palace. It had wings. She had never even seen, much less been in, a house with wings. The money was inherited. Mr. Harris's dad had inherited a modest amount of money, put it into the stock market, then hit it big with tech stocks in the 1980s and 90s, and the family moved into the class of super-rich. Mr. H, Mike to his friends, didn't work, except to manage the family's money, which was pretty much a full-time job.
When she first saw the house, Ana figured she would never get the job. It was out of her league. Then when she found out that she would be the only live-in, she wondered if she really wanted it. One person could never manage that house on her own. It needed a whole staff, not just one live-in maid. But Mrs. Harris, Susan, was very nice in the interview. Ana wasn't sure what she expected, but Mrs. Harris wasn't it. She was in her early forties, and beautiful. A tiny, little spitfire of a woman. Brown-haired with big, wide eyes, she was barely 5' 2" and had a nicely sized pair of breasts—Ana supposed that one of the perks of being rich is store-bought tits. Mrs. Harris looked more like a trophy wife than an original. Plus she was really down-to-earth and friendly, not stuck up or pretentious.
Mrs. Harris explained the job. The live-in wouldn't be doing any heavy cleaning. They had a crew come in twice a week for that. All the live-in would have to do was make the beds, do the laundry, clean up "spot messes" as Mrs. Harris called them, do some shopping for the household, and odd little duties like that. There was a cook who came in on weekdays and on weekends when the family was entertaining and who did the grocery shopping and, of course, the cooking. Mrs. Harris said that live-in's duties probably wouldn't take more than a few hours a day, and her schedule would be pretty much her own.
Then she told Ana the salary, and Ana's jaw dropped. It was thirty thousand, plus room and board. Ana would have basically no expenses other than clothes and whatever she wanted to buy for herself. She would be able to pay off those credit cards really quickly. Mrs. Harris showed her the suite where the live-in would stay. It was in the east wing of the house, above Mr. Harris's office, and consisted of a bedroom, a good-sized private bath, and a small sitting room with a television. It was great, and Ana figured she had no chance of getting the job. But Mrs. Harris told her that she wanted to have her back to meet the family; as it was a live-in position, she wanted the whole family to be in on the decision.
The only odd thing about that first interview was that Mrs. Harris kept emphasizing that the job required "utmost discretion." Ana figured that was a bit weird, but she knew the very rich are different than the rest of us, so it didn't concern her too much. They were probably just private people. With that much money, she could understand why.
She came back a few days later to meet the family. Mr. Harris was a handsome guy, tall, toned, and in really good shape, also in his mid-forties, with brown hair that was going gray in a very distinguished fashion. Their son Ryan was eighteen and just finishing his senior year in high school, a handsome kid who looked like his father and was almost as tall. The daughter Amanda was away at college. Ana didn't meet her that day, but she saw a picture, and Amanda looked like a younger twin of her mother. The two men mostly kept quiet during the interview, and it became clear that Mrs. Harris was the one in charge of the household. Ana also met Tanya the cook, a stunningly beautiful, African-American woman, light-skinned, and slim. She was in her mid-thirties, but looked like she could be twenty.
Then Mrs. Harris got down to business and dropped the bomb. The reason for all the privacy was sex. The Harrises had a lot of it. The entire family. She said that they had guests over regularly, and all sorts of things went on right out in the open. Lots of rough sex, S&M-type stuff, bondage, domination, that sort of thing. It was all among consenting adults, but they didn't want the world to know. If Ana wasn't okay with that, they'd pay her for her time and send her on her way. Mrs. Harris revealed what the "spot messes" were. Ana would be responsible for cleaning up after the sex. It turned out that one of the things that recommended her was that hospital orderly job; Mrs. Harris figured that she wouldn't be squeamish about cleaning up bodily fluids. And Ana finally realized why the salary was so high. They were paying for her silence.
Then she took Ana down into the basement and showed her the dungeon, which had been skipped on her earlier tour of the house. It was dark, but not dank. Padded all around, it contained all sorts of sex furniture, stuff Ana had only seen in the porn movies her last deadbeat boyfriend watched all day long. There was a sex swing, a set of stocks, and various cages and benches where a person could be tied down. It would also be Ana's job to keep the dungeon clean, as the twice-a-week cleaning crew didn't come down here.
Mrs. Harris also said, and this really blew Ana away, that if she took the job she would be welcome to take part in the sexual activities. It wasn't a requirement for the job, and if she didn't want to, that was perfectly fine. And if she did and later decided to stop, that would be fine too. She would still have her job. But the offer of sex was there if she took the job.
Then she sent Ana home to think about whether or not she still wanted the job, saying that she'd call Ana back in a day or two.
Ana debated whether or not to take the job, but there really wasn't any question. While her sex life up to that point had been positively tame compared to that of the Harris family, Ana didn't have any hang-ups about what other people did. The Harrises were obviously a lot kinkier than she was, but it was all cool. And the cleaning didn't bother her. When she worked at the hospital she'd cleaned up a lot worse things than some dried spunk and lube. And the money and apartment were too good to be true.
But as for participating, she didn't really see that happening.
Mrs. Harris called two days later asking if she wanted the job. Ana moved in the next day.
Then three days after that Ana stood in the door of Amanda's bedroom watching the girl get fucked by her brother. Ana hadn't met Amanda yet. She had arrived back from college late the night before, but she recognized her from the family pictures. She was a younger version of her mother, with smaller, perky tits. She was shaved down under, which for some reason Ana found to be really sexy, this young girl, barely nineteen, shaving herself for wild, incestuous sex. It was plain old, missionary-position sex, but it was brother and sister, and that just blew Ana's mind. When Mrs. Harris had said the whole family participated in the sex games, Ana hadn't imagined it was with each other.
She was mesmerized, unable to move. She knew she should move away from the door, letting the siblings have their privacy, although they had left the door open. She didn't know what she would do if they looked up and saw her, but still she couldn't move. Her hand slipped down, as if of its own accord, and started to rub her crotch through her jeans.
She watched Ryan's cock slide in and out of his sister, their eyes locked on each other, a fierce look of desperate pleasure in their glares. Ryan was really a good-looking guy, big cock, at least seven inches and reasonably thick, plus he had a cute butt. They were a cute couple.
"Isn't that a beautiful sight," a woman's voice said in Ana's ear. It was Mrs. Harris. "There's nothing quite like a brother and sister making love."
Ana was frozen with fear, even though she knew that she should have nothing to be afraid of. Seeing the family having sex was to be expected. But knowing something is going to happen and having it happen are two entirely different things.
"Although, watching my husband fuck my daughter may just be a bit better," continued Mrs. H. "Doesn't Ryan have the nicest cock?"
Ana nodded in agreement. She couldn't really see if it was nice, but it was big.
"It's more shapely than his father's, although Mike's is a bit bigger."
Ana tried to look round at Mrs. Harris without turning her head, but Mrs. Harris was directly behind her, speaking right into her ear. Ana could feel Mrs. Harris's breath on her ear and neck. By this point Ana was pretty sure that Mrs. Harris was trying to deliberately excite her, but without seeing her she couldn't tell for sure.
Then Ryan threw his head back, emitted a moan, and shot his load into his sister. He collapsed on top of her.
"That's just like a man," said Mrs. Harris, "leaving the woman high and dry. I guess I'll just have to finish for him." With that she swept past Ana into the bedroom. She was wearing a bathrobe, which dropped to the floor, and she climbed into the bed, moving Ryan aside, and bringing her head down into her daughter's crotch.
Ana watched this woman go down on her daughter just after the girl had been fucked by her brother. Then, unbelievably, Mrs. Harris moved up her daughter's body and started kissing her, and Ana realized that she had sucked out her son's cum and was depositing it into her daughter's mouth. They kissed for a while, sloppily swapping saliva and cum, then Mrs. Harris returned to her daughter's pussy as Ana's hand returned to her own crotch.
She dove right in and started lapping away at her daughter's clit, inserting a finger into her vagina, then two, then three. Amanda threw her head back in pleasure. Then the younger girl started writhing and bucking as the orgasm hit her. She did her best to buck her mother off, but the older woman's mouth was firmly attached to her daughter's pussy. Finally, Amanda sank back, whimpering quietly. Only then did Mrs. Harris release her hold on her daughter's pussy, moving up to kiss her daughter again, deeply and desperately.
At that point Ana realized that Ryan was looking at her. He smiled and cocked his head, wordlessly inviting her to join him. Ana was frozen, unable to respond. She might have shaken her head "no," but she wasn't sure.
"Well my dear boy, are you up for another round yet," said Mrs. Harris to her son. "Your mother needs to get fucked this morning."
"I'm willing, but not up to it quite yet."
"I can fix that." And with that she moved and took her son's cock in her mouth, positioning her pussy near Amanda's head. Her daughter needed no prompting and buried her face in her mother's cunt.
Ana's hand moved from rubbing the outside of her jeans to shoving itself down the waist, so it could rub her clit directly.
After a few minutes, Ryan was again hard as a rock, and his mother stopped her sucking. Ana got her first good look at his whole erection, and it was as nice as Mrs. Harris had said it was, a good eight inches long, thick, uncircumcised, and very nicely shaped.
Mrs. Harris grabbed her son by the shoulders and threw the much larger boy down on his back, not that he was resisting. She then climbed on top and guided that beautiful cock into her cunt, starting to rock back and forth.
Amanda straddled her brother's face, lowering her pussy onto her brother's tongue. The three went at it, the boy servicing his mother and sister simultaneously, while the two women kissed.
Ana just leaned back against the wall, unbuttoning her jeans for better access and continuing her rubbing.
After a few minutes the threesome switched up. Mother and daughter moved into a sixty-nine with Susan on top, while Ryan fucked his mom doggie style. Amanda alternated between licking her mother's pussy and her brother's balls.
Amanda was the first to come this time, with her mother following immediately after. Amanda's orgasm didn't seem as intense this time around, but Susan was as expressive as her daughter had been a few minutes ago. Then Ryan blew his load in his mother's pussy, pulling out in time to let the last few spurts fall into his sister's waiting mouth.
"Mmm. Tastes as good as ever, Ry," said Amanda. "You don't know how much I've missed that while I've been away."
"Okay, shower time," said Susan. "The shower in my room is bigger, big enough for all three of us."
Susan took Ryan by the hand and, scooping up her robe on the way, led him out of the room, winking at Ana as she passed. Ryan just grinned a stupid grin at Ana. Amanda followed, but stopped short when she noticed Ana standing by the door.
"Oh, you must be Ana. Nice to meet you." She leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Her breath smelled like cum. "Join us next time. You're welcome to." Then she followed her mother and brother to the shower.
Ana was floored. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. Incest was wrong, but what she'd just witnessed had been so hot. She just didn't know how she was supposed to react. Her mind told her that she should object, or at least pretend she hadn't seen it, but her pussy was wet and ready. She hadn't been on the job for more than a few days, but in that time she'd come to trust Tanya, the cook. Tanya had a level head on her shoulders, and she'd been working for the Harrises for several years. She could help her sort this out. So Ana made her way down to the kitchen.
She walked into the kitchen and found Tanya half-naked, sprawled across the kitchen island with Mr. Harris fucking her in the ass.
He saw the live-in right away and smiled, but Tanya was too far gone in the throes of passion to notice that Ana had come in. Her head was down on the countertop, eyes closed, moaning, and yelping a little every time Mr. Harris drove his cock especially deep into her. Ana had never watched an ass fucking for real. She'd tried it once at the insistence of an old boyfriend—not the latest, but two before that, another deadbeat—but he'd hurt her and she hadn't liked it, although she did feel some pangs that made her think that she might really like it with someone who knew what they were doing. And Mr. Harris seemed to know. At one point he pulled out of Tanya, lubed himself up with more vegetable oil—it being the kitchen, that's what they were using for lube—and then thrust himself back into her.
Mr. Harris had a really nice cock, just like his wife had said. It was a bit bigger than his son's. And the sight of it against Tanya's milk-chocolate skin was just too much for Ana. She felt herself getting wet again, and it was all she could do to keep herself from masturbating right there. She was afraid that if she started, she wouldn't be able to stop and would end up fucking Mr. Harris and losing her job—she still hadn't internalized the idea that it was okay for her to fuck the boss, that his wife wouldn't not only mind, she'd encourage it.
Ana slipped out and headed back to her room. This was all too much. Once there, she shut and locked the door. She was on fire with lust. She stripped, threw herself down on the bed, and started masturbating furiously. She didn't even bother breaking out her vibrator. She was in too much of a hurry and knew she wouldn't need it.
Her clit was fully erect and poking out of its hood. Scooping up some of her vaginal juices with her fingers for lube, she just started rubbing it, closing her eyes and sinking her head into the pillow. Recollections of everything she'd seen that morning cascaded through her brain, a kaleidoscope of images. Mrs. Harris going down on her daughter. She'd never seen two women get it on outside of a porno. Brother and sister fucking. Mother and son fucking. Then Mr. Harris giving it to Tanya. That was the image that sent her over the edge. Tanya was so beautiful, and the contrast of his white skin on her black flesh was just too much for the pleasure center of her brain.
It was like her brain short-circuited from sensory overload. Too many images and too much clitoral stimulation all at once. She didn't actually lose consciousness, but may as well have, because her higher brain functions essentially stopped working. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.
She came back to reality a few moments later, lying in a pool of wetness. She wasn't sure, but thought that she may have squirted. She'd never done that before.
Weak-kneed, she made her wobbly way to the shower to get cleaned up. After all, she had a day of housecleaning ahead of her, and she knew of at least two bedrooms whose sheets needed laundering.
That was just the beginning. Over the next few days Ana witnessed more different types of sex than she had dreamed possible. But she couldn't bring herself to participate, and alternated between states of sexual excitement and multiple daily masturbation sessions, continually ducking back into her room to relieve the tension. As a result, within a few days she had worn out the batteries in her vibrator.
The first thing she saw was Mr. Harris and Amanda the night after she had seen the Mrs. and the two kids. Ana was curious, wondering if more fucking was going on, so she went through the house at about ten p.m., ostensibly to see if there was any spot cleaning to do before turning in for the night, or at least that would be her excuse if anyone asked why she was wandering through the house, but it was pretty quiet. Mr. Harris was at his desk in the office that was below her room. Ryan was evidently out, and Ana didn't see Mrs. Harris, but the master bedroom door was closed and she could hear the television, so she was probably in there. There was a light in Amanda's bedroom and the door was open, but before Ana could walk past, she saw Mr. Harris coming in the other direction, toward the master bedroom. He must have finished whatever he had been doing in his office and come upstairs to turn in. Ana stopped and stepped into an alcove in the hallway as he paused at the doorway to his daughter's room.
"It's good to have you back home for the summer," he said to someone in the bedroom, presumably Amanda. "I've really missed you this year. It's not the same without you here."
Amanda replied, but Ana couldn't make out the words.
"It's not just that," he said, smiling. "I just like having my little girl around." Amanda said something else, and then he said, "that's good to hear. I'm glad all those young college studs haven't made you forget all about your dad." Ana could hear Amanda murmur something else, and then he went into her room.
Ana crept up and peeked through the open doorway. Amanda was on her knees before her father, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and then pulling his pants and underwear down around his ankles. She took her father's soft, but rapidly hardening cock in her hands and gave the head a kiss. "This is one guy I have really missed," she said, smiling and looking up into her father's eyes. Then she took his penis into her mouth.
It didn't take long for Mr. Harris to get fully erect, but Amanda was evidently not treating this blowjob just as a way to get her dad hard. She was intent on oral pleasure. She licked around the head, paying special attention to the cleft in the head, doing the best she could to insert the tip of her tongue down her father's urethra. Once he was fully hard, she could no longer get his whole cock into her mouth, so she spent some time running her tongue and lips down the underside of the shaft.
Mr. Harris threw his head back, and as he did so, Ana thought she saw him hesitate for a moment. He was looking in her direction and may have seen her, at least an expression of recognition passed over his face. She tried to make herself as small as she could, peering around the corner of the door jamb. Her hand, again with a seeming will of its own, rubbed against her breast, tweaking her nipple. A shudder of excitement passed through her.
She watched as Amanda stopped sucking, stood up, and guided her father to a chair, making him sit, his nine-inch cock sticking straight up. Then she climbed onto his lap and lowered herself, impaling herself on his shaft. Ana's other hand dropped to her crotch, and she started rubbing herself through her jeans.
Amanda's breasts were at her father's mouth level, and the man attacked them hungrily as his daughter started slowing rocking back and forth on her father's cock. Amanda grasped her father's face and turned it upward, lowering her own to kiss him deeply. Ana's hand slipped inside her jeans.
The two continued kissing and fucking for several minutes, then Amanda lifted herself off her father, walked over to the bed and lay face down. Her father came up behind her and entered her from behind, fucking her harder this time, reaching around and rubbing his daughter's clit as he pounded her. Amanda became very vocal, grunting loudly with each thrust. Surely Mrs. Harris down the hall in her bedroom could hear. Ana unbuttoned her jeans to make more room for her rubbing.
Soon the young woman was shuddering and yelling even louder as her orgasm coursed through her. Mr. Harris kept up his pounding for a few more minutes before he threw back his head, emitting a quieter, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" as he ejaculated inside his daughter.
Mr. Harris didn't pull out immediately, leaning down to kiss his daughter. Then as his penis softened and slipped out of her, Amanda stood up, turned her father around, slapped him on the ass, and told him, "Now go and tell Mom what you've done."
Mr. Harris left the room, and Ana had to scramble to get back to the darkness of the alcove a short distance down the hall. It was hard to move quickly with one hand jammed down her pants. She thought the man looked in her direction as he went into his own bedroom to confess to his wife what he had just done with his daughter, but Ana couldn't be sure if she had been seen.
Then the next day Amanda witnessed her first dungeon scene. She had checked the dungeon several times each day, but it had remained unused until her fifth day on the job.
That day she finally got up the courage to talk to Tanya about watching Mr. Harris fuck her in the ass. When she mentioned that she had seen them, Tanya said, "Girl, I was wondering when you were going to bring that up. You should have joined us, or do you just like to watch?"
That began a conversation in which Tanya told her, without going into specific detail about sexual practices, which she said Ana "would learn in due course," about what went on the Harris household. Mrs. Harris, or Susan as Tanya called her—Ana couldn't bring herself to call her boss by her first name quite yet—ran the show. When Amanda was around, the daughter also tended to take charge. The two men were submissive, following the lead of the women. Tanya said that everyone knew Ana had been watching them, and everyone was cool with it. In fact, they thought it was pretty hot, and had started to look around to see if the little, black-haired Latina was peering at them from around a corner.
"If you want to join in, don't be shy," said Tanya. "We all think you're totally hot and would love to have you." She licked her lips and smiled, and a shudder again ran down Ana's spine. She had never been with a woman, had never really considered it, but the thought that this gorgeous woman found her attractive really turned her on.
"But just take your time, and do it if and when you are ready," offered Tanya. "It took me a couple of months to get up the nerve to join in."
Tanya went on to declare that Michael, Mr. Harris, was an extremely accomplished lover with a huge dick, the best of all worlds. Ryan was almost as big, but not as artful in his lovemaking, more enthusiastic than skilled. Mrs. Harris, Susan, was insatiable, up for anything at almost any time. About the only thing she didn't do was submission. She was a dominatrix by inclination, although she often engaged in more vanilla lovemaking. Amanda took after her mother.
At that point Mrs. Harris passed by in the hall, wearing a robe and leading her husband to the stairs and down into the dungeon. Ana's eyes got wide.
"You like to watch," said Tanya. "Go for it."
So Ana followed Mr. and Mrs. Harris down into the basement dungeon. She stopped outside the door, which the couple had left open, and again peered around the jamb. Mr. Harris had already stripped naked and was kneeling before his wife. Ana watched as Mrs. Harris slipped out of her robe. She was wearing a black leather bustier and thigh-high, black leather boots. Her breasts were gorgeous, perfectly round globes with big, brown areolas. She looked quite the dominatrix. Ana watched as she slapped her husband on the cheek, not terribly hard, but hard enough to cause some pain and loud enough to send the crack of flesh against flesh across the room.
"Now, you know the drill," Mrs. Harris told her husband. "Lick my pussy well, and you will be rewarded. Don't satisfy me, and you will be punished." She then pushed her husband's face into her crotch.
From across the room Ana couldn't really make out how well Mr. Harris was doing at his assigned task. He was facing away from her, and all she could see was the back of his head, with Mrs. Harris's hand pushing it into her nether regions. Mrs. Harris, on the other hand, was quite expressive. She was biting her lower lip and her nipples were hardening into pencil erasers. So he was probably doing a good job. She pushed his head harder into her crotch, and after a few minutes shuddered with her first orgasm.
"That was acceptable," she said, passing judgment on her husband's pussy eating. "I guess I should reward you. What do you want? To be jacked off or to be fucked up the ass?"
Ana hoped he would choose the latter.
Mr. Harris said something in a low voice. Ana couldn't hear it.
He was slapped again.
"You need to speak up, slave. If you want your reward, claim it."
"Please fuck me in the ass, mistress."
"Okay, onto the horse."
Mr. Harris went to the center of the dungeon where there was a wooden horse with padding on the top and restraints at the four corners, halfway to the floor. Ana watched as her employer bent face-down over the horse, slipping his ankles and wrists into the restraints, presenting his ass to his wife.
For her part, Mrs. Harris was strapping on a dildo. It looked about six inches long and reasonably thick, about average size for a dick in Ana's experience. Mrs. Harris slathered lube all over it and moved behind her husband.
Mrs. Harris pressed the tip of the dildo against her husband's sphincter and slowly started to push. When she got to what looked to Ana to be about an inch inside she stopped for a few moments, evidently to let Mr. Harris get used to the dildo that was invading his ass. She slapped him on the buttocks and said, "Do you want more?"
"Yes, please, mistress."
She resumed the slow pushing, stopping again when it was about halfway. She didn't wait all that long this time, and resumed the slow progress again after a few moments. Mr. Harris grunted his approval. Ana unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her hand down the front of them.
Mrs. Harris proceeded slowly, but it wasn't long until she was sunk all the way into her husband's ass. She reached underneath him and gave his penis a few tugs. "Enjoying this, my slave?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Does my dick feel good in your ass?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Do you want me to start fucking you? Do you want it hard?"
"Yes, fuck me hard. Please, mistress."
Mrs. Harris started rocking her hips back and forth, drawing the dildo out almost all the way, before plunging it back in again. She started slowly, but picked up speed as she went, and after a bit she was pounding her husband rather hard.
Ana heard a noise at the top of the stairs. Someone was coming down. There was nowhere to hide. She couldn't go back up the stairs without being seen by whomever was coming down. Her only choice was to step into the dungeon itself. There was no real place to hide there either, but at least she could stand off to the side and hope no one noticed her, maybe getting a chance to slip back out. Mr. Harris was too busy with the dildo up his ass to notice her, and Mrs. Harris was concentrating on giving it to her husband. So maybe she wouldn't be noticed.
The people coming down the stairs were Amanda and Tanya. The college student was leading the cook by the hand, and Amanda was wearing a leather harness and spiked heels. She led Tanya into the middle of the dungeon, beside her parents, and started kissing the African-American woman. Tanya responded. Ana just watched, her own hand again down inside her pants, as the daughter French-kissed the cook while her mother fucked her father in the ass only an arm's length away. What kind of house was this?
After a few minutes Amanda broke the kiss and ordered Tanya to undress and kneel before her. Once the cook was naked and on her knees, Amanda unceremoniously pushed her pussy into her servant's face. Tanya took to it immediately, plunging her tongue into Amanda's vagina, and licking upward, over and around her clit. Ana, closer now, had a better view of both couples. Mrs. Harris kept fucking away at her husband, but her eyes were on what her daughter was doing.
Amanda grabbed Tanya by the hair and pulled her face away from her snatch. Turning to her mother Amanda asked, "Do you want her to lick your asshole, mother?"
"Yes that might be enjoyable."
"You heard her. Lick your mistress's asshole clean," Amanda said to Tanya.
The cook obediently moved behind the older woman, spread her round cheeks, and began tonguing her anus as Mrs. Harris continued to fuck her husband. For her part, Amanda climbed on top of the horse, in front of her father, and gave his tongue access to her pussy.
This was too much for Ana. The sight of the wife fucking the husband in the ass while he ate out the daughter and the cook rimmed the wife was just too much. Usually Ana's orgasm built slowly, and she could tell when it was coming. This time it came without warning hitting her hard and fast. Next thing Ana knew was that she was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, and her legs splayed open and shaking, another pool of liquid forming in front of her. The others hadn't seemed to notice.
Amanda was thrashing about in the throes of her own orgasm, nearly falling off the horse. Evidently, her father had done the job well. When she had calmed down, Amanda went over to a table on which several sex toys were displayed, picked up a strap-on, somewhat larger than what her mother was wearing, and started putting it on. When she had it on, she walked over to her mother and whispered something in her ear. Ana couldn't hear what she said.
Mrs. Harris pulled out of her husband, turned, and commanded Tanya to lick her dildo clean. The cook obediently complied, giving her mistress a blowjob.
Amanda ordered her father to get out of his restraints—he hadn't been tied, the straps were only looped around his wrists and ankles—to place his hands on the horse and bend over. Her father meekly obeyed his daughter without uttering a word.
Amanda slathered a generous amount of lube on her dildo and moved behind her father, preparing to peg him. She wasn't as gentle as her mother had been. She positioned the tip of the dildo at her father's anus, and with one thrust buried the seven inches all the way to the hilt. She immediately began pounding away.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Harris had Tanya stand up and fastened her wrists into a pair of cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling. She moved behind the cook, one hand on the black woman's breasts and the other in her pussy, and proceeded to watch her daughter fuck her husband. Ana was clearly in her line of vision; both Mrs. Harris and Tanya could see her, but neither one acknowledged her presence.
It wasn't long before Tanya started writhing in orgasm, brought about by Mrs. Harris's expert fingers and the vision of daughter-fucking-father that was before her.
When she had come, Mrs. Harris uncuffed her and laid her on the floor, and then straddled her face, lowering her own pussy to her servant's waiting tongue.
Ana watched Tanya begin to expertly lick her mistress's pussy, while Amanda continued to fuck her own father in the ass. That familiar itch began in her loins, and Ana's hand again made its way down between her legs. She could see Mr. Harris's goodly sized and very hard cock swing with abandon with each of his daughter's thrusts, while his wife started yelping at Tanya's ministrations. Mrs. Harris grabbed her own breasts, tweaking the nipples while the cook alternated between sucking her clit and plunging her tongue deep into the older woman's vagina.
It didn't take long for Ana to come to orgasm the second time, but this time she felt it coming and it wasn't as intense, but no less pleasurable. Convulsion after convulsion swept over her, but she kept watching and rubbing. It seemed to go on forever, then when she could take the pleasure no longer, she erupted with a spurt of vaginal juice, and her clit became as if too hot to touch, the lightest contact brought delightful pain. Ana realized that she must have squirted before too, but she hadn't noticed. This time, she was more aware.
Mrs. Harris came at the same time, squeezing her own breasts even tighter and grinding down onto Tanya's face. When she had finished, she slipped off the cook, bent down and gave her a deep kiss. Then she ordered the cook to suck her husband's cock.
Poor Mr. Harris had been fucked all that time. While he seemed to be enjoying it, evidently the ass fucking alone wasn't enough stimulation to get him off. Tanya crawled over to him and took his cock into her mouth as Amanda continued to pound away. It only took a minute or two of sucking and Mr. Harris erupted, spewing cum all over the servant's face.
Amanda slipped out of her father's ass, dropped to her knees by Tanya, and began licking her father's cum off one side of the cook's face. Mrs. Harris joined her daughter, and together they cleaned Tanya's face with their tongues, engaging in a series of three-way sloppy kisses, exchanging the goo between them.
Ana struggled to her feet and, wobbly-kneed, stumbled out of the dungeon. All she could think of was a hot bath. She would clean up the mess later.
That evening Ana made her usual rounds of the house. Given the activities of the afternoon, she really didn't expect to find anyone playing around, but as she passed by the master bedroom she noticed the door had been left half-open, and there were some noises coming from within. She crept closer and peered in. A few days ago she would have been terrified of exposing herself, but now she knew that the Harrises all knew that she was watching them, so she positioned herself squarely in the opening so she could see the entire bedroom.
Ryan and his mother were standing in the middle of the room, naked and kissing. They were taking their time, simply kissing and running their hands across each other's bodies, just enjoying the feel of naked flesh and soft lips. They seemed to be in no hurry to proceed to the next level or to anything kinky. Ana found it nice to watch two beautiful people tenderly pleasuring each other.
Then Ana saw Mr. Harris come out of the bathroom, cross the room behind his son, and start to kiss him on the back of the neck. Ryan broke the kiss with his mother, twisted his upper body and father and son kissed deeply. A shudder ran through Ana's spine. She had never seen two men kiss like this. Sure, she'd seen some gay porn films and seen men kissing in public, but this was different; it was live, and it was naked. It took her a moment to realize that it was father and son, and when she did, another shudder ran through her, and she felt herself start to become damp between the legs yet again.
Mrs. Harris took her two men by their semi-erect penises and led them to the big, king-sized bed. Ana watched as the three positioned themselves in a daisy chain; Mr. Harris started licking his wife's pussy; Mrs. Harris took her son's cock in her mouth, and to Ana's astonishment Ryan took his father's cock in his mouth. She didn't know why she was surprised. The fact that Mrs. Harris, Amanda, and Tanya had lesbian sex didn't seem strange, but this was different. Maybe it was because men were supposed to be tough and gay sex seemed womanly. Although both Mr. H and Ryan were anything but. From some distance away, he appeared to be quite experienced at it, taking most of his father's rather large cock without gagging. That would take some practice, and Ana wasn't even sure she could do it herself.
The three continued to pleasure each other as Ana watched and pleasured herself. They were taking their time, and so did Ana. She thought that this was a change of pace. It wasn't the wild and kinky show that she had been enjoying up to this point, but then she reminded herself that it was incest and she was watching a son going down on his father. As for her own pleasure, she rubbed her breasts with one hand, while the other rubbed between her legs. She avoided touching her clit directly, taking pleasure simply in her own touch rather than trying to achieve orgasm—she wanted this session to be slow.
Mrs. Harris shuddered with a small orgasm, and with her release the three switched up. Ryan moved behind his mother, spooning her and entering her from behind. His father lay down behind Ryan and, after liberally applying some lube to his penis, entered his son. The three moved back and forth in a slow rhythm, son fucking mother, father fucking son. Ana watched from the doorway. This was different from watching a porn movie, she thought. Not only was it live and only a few feet away, but she couldn't really see much, just three, beautiful naked bodies moving in unison. A gentle orgasm swept through Ana's body, waves of soft pleasure.
Mr. Harris was the next to cum. It wasn't spectacular, he just grimaced and then slowly withdrew from his son. When she realized her husband was spent, Mrs. Harris pulled away from her son, turned him on his back, and then climbed back on board his penis, riding him cowgirl style. Ana watched as Mrs. Harris impaled herself on her son's cock and started rocking back and forth. She fondled her own round breasts and stared directly into Ana's eyes. This time, Ana didn't look away.
Ryan couldn't take this treatment for very long, and soon he was throwing his head back, eyes closed, and moaning as he ejaculated into his mother. Mrs. Harris broke eye contact with Ana and dropped down to kiss her son.
Ana collected herself and started to turn away from the door when she realized that Mr. Harris was standing next to her. The man leaned in and kissed her. Ana returned the kiss.
"We've really enjoyed your watching us these past few days," he said after he broke the kiss.
Ana looked away, not saying anything.
"You know you're welcome to join us anytime. You don't have to, but if you're comfortable with it, we'd really enjoy something more than just your watching."
"Thank you," Ana replied. "I don't think I'm ready yet."
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