The Woman of the Household Ch. 01

This first chapter is written as a script for a video, which would be fun to make either with live actors or animated. One can only dream! Let me know if you like the format, not sure I will continue this way, the idea just struck me so I ran with it.

Constructive comments welcome and valued!

I hope you enjoy!

(Director)FADE IN to a scene with the camera facing the front door of an average suburban house where a slender young woman in a short plaid skirt, white stockings and a white blouse with a large bag bearing the local college mascot slung across her shoulder.

(Director)Enter Clara, a hot, petite 20 year old with small but firm tits, a tight ass and short cropped blond hair. As the door closes behind her, fade out, and fade back into a slender woman with long blond hair sitting in a chair in a living room drinking a glass of white win, her eyes closed, her expression clearly indicating that she is experiencing something pleasurable.

Taylor Jones was enjoying her afternoon pleasure. The white wine in her left hand was crisp and cool, her right hand gently caressing the mans head who was kneeling before her. Her eyes closed, head resting against the cushioned chair back.

Hearing the door, Taylor calls out "Clara, were busy in here, head upstairs and get cleaned up. You will know when to join us.

(Director)Camera pulls back to show Taylor wearing a white blouse, her bare legs spread, a mature, muscular man kneeling with his face pressed between her legs, obviously worshiping her pussy with his tongue.

(Director)Zoom in on a smiling, lovely Clara, her short blond hair moving slightly as she turns her lovely young head toward the mirror, where she can see her mother, with her new stepfather clearly pleasuring her.... again. She begins to smile, satisfaction at the scene before her evident in her youthful 20-year-old face.

Clara's mother had arranged viewings like this before, her new step daddy thinking he had privacy, while being displayed to his young new stepdaughter in this submissive position.

(Director)Nice view of Clara's young ass as she carries her bag up the stairs, her pert young ass cheeks showing under her red plaid skirt with each step.... With no one to appreciate it!

"oooooooh" Taylor murmured, pulling his head gently in to her needy pussy, then abruptly pulling him higher. "suck now baby.............. I'm about there." She whispered, mostly to herself.

Her orgasm was gentle, the warmth spreading from her now sopping pussy down her legs and deep into her core. Slumping slightly in the chair, now holding the mans head with both her hands, her body spasms again slightly as his tongue works one final bit of magic.

His head now gently resting on her left thigh he gazes up, his smooth shaved face serious, but obviously happy. No words are exchanged for several minutes as Taylor enjoys the slight tingling aftereffects of having her pussy eaten.

Looking down she smiles. "Honey, there is something we need to discuss."

"Sure honey, what is it?" he asked softly.

"Now that we have been married for 3 months, I think we should talk about a few things in our marriage contract, now seems perfect." she said, her smile widening into a mischievous grin.

"of course, dear...." The man said, sounding slightly confused. "... but I think it's clear. Our marriage is normal, except that I do whatever you say, uhm, sexually."

"To be clear dear, you lick my pussy any time I tell you to, and I fuck you... not the other way around. You do understand that, right? You can be "mister man" all you want outside of our home, or when we have guest, but here, well..... I have needs that you have to fulfill. Right?"

"Yes dear" he whispered, frowning only slightly, loving the shame but unwilling to admit it.

"Good". Now I know you aren't all that good with contracts, and there are a couple of things I added that you might not have followed, I just want to clear them up, are you with me so far honey?"

"Of course, but what......."

"For now" she said with an authoritarian tone, abruptly cutting him off mid question. "In the agreement we define in the first section that I am whom the contract refers to any time "the Woman of the Household" is stated, right dear?"

"Yes..........." he said hesitantly.

"And you are who is referred to as "the husband", or simple "he or him", right?"

"Yes............."

"Well, there is one section where I made a small change, you may have read 'Woman of the Household', but it actually states 'Women(pl) of the Household'. It's easy to miss dear, it isn't your fault." She says with a smirk.

"But..." he stammers. "what do you mean, 'women(pl)'? You are the only woman here."

Taking his face firmly in her hands as she stares deeply into his eyes she whispers "At 20, Clara is a woman, a young woman, but a woman none the less. Per the contract, she has sexual dominion over you here too. And Brad honey, she has needs..... a LOT of needs."

Zoom in on Brads shocked, but accepting expression.

(Director)Enter Clara, her shoes and stockings gone showing off her lovely slender legs, her school skirt still in place, her sheer white blouse, the nipples on her firm young breasts clearly on display.

"Now what do you say honey?" her hands gripping is face a bit more firmly to keep him from turning at the slight sound of footsteps behind him. "Come on in dear, your father is waiting...."

(Director)Zoom out as Taylor firmly pushes Brad onto his back, ignoring his imploring looks.

"We talked about this Clara, mount him now!" Taylor commands as her lovely, slender young daughter slowly lowers her tender young bald cunt onto Brads waiting face, his tongue extending as if it had a mind of its own. With his head completely covered by the red plaid skirt she was still wearing (sans panties of course!), he could hear little of the conversation that ensued between his wife and her daughter.

"Are you sure mommy? He seems so surprised, and I actually like him. I don't want him to get scared off!... ohhhhhh" she gasps as his tongue inched it's way into her love canal.

"Don't worry honey, he is bound to us by contract, even if I did sneak a few things in. And don't worry, not only is he submissive by nature, but Dr. Sue gave me some pills that help keep him docile in return for a few things we can talk about later. Don't worry, they aren't any stronger than a stiff drink, just with a slightly different effect on the male brain.

"Oh goody! Oh......... that feels nice.... Can I cum on his face mom? Is that ok? Oh............ I want to cum on his face.... Oh, face fucked daddy toy... oh, oh, OH!" this last coming at high volume as young Clara drenches Brads face in her young cunt honey.

"Of course darling, you can do whatever you like, he's ours, all ours. And he has excellent breath control, so if you want to stay there for a little longer feel free, just let me know when you are relaxed, and I will show you something you haven't tried before!" Taylor said, smiling brightly at her young daughter and protégé as the aftereffects of her first orgasm subside.

"What's that mommy?" Clara asked, her innocent looking young face showing her curiosity. "You get me all excited when you say things like that........ I remember the first time you............."

"We can talk about that later dear, for now, lean back, let mommy hold you.

Pan out to show Taylor placing a firm pillow behind Brads head, then kneeling behind her daughter, positioning her ass over Brads waiting face, cupping her young breasts, then reaching down to help spread her firm ass cheeks.

"But mommy, that puts his mouth on my............... oh." Taylor said, breathing out softly, pleasure now rippling from her tight young asshole which was now receiving a thorough cleaning. "That feels nice, but mommy...."

"Shhh sweety. He likes it, let him feast for a while" Taylor said as she helps Clara rock forward and back, Brad's tongue slipping out of her asshole, across her young, damp pussy, then back to her tight anal pucker.

"It's ok baby, can you come again?" Taylor asks her now mesmerized young daughter.

Clara, completely caught up in the moment has her eyes closed and can do little more than murmur in pleasure, her breathing becoming more pronounced, then transitioning into breathless panting as this new anal stimulation brings her close to orgasm.

"Mommy, I'm close, but............"

"Mommy understand dear" Taylor whispers, reaching around her daughter's tiny waist, fingers gently probing her young pussy, eventually finding her tiny clit. In no time Clara's body twitches and her moan of satisfaction echoed throughout the house.

Slumping back into her loving mothers' arms, tiny Taylor is now sitting on Brads handsome face with her full 90 lbs., but he doesn't mind, nothing but love for the women in his life flooding his slightly impaired mind.

(Director)The camera zooms out as Taylor and Clara change positions, Taylor whispering to her daughter that she needs one more ride...