1. The Next Morning. The Judge Cooke Series # 7


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Coercion, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Spanking, Voyeurism, Young, Author: myra3808, Rating: 89.8, Source: sexstories.com

    The next morning, after I had watched Judge Cooke fucking his daughter, she and I went down to breakfast. As we entered the formal Dinning Room, Judge Cooke stood. He walked over to pull the chair our for me to be seated. He then did the same for his daughter, Sharon. We were served by the young black woman, that we had watched him fuck. As she moved to the left of him to serve, he reached around and patted her butt. She smiled at him. I looked at Sharon, I met her eyes, they revealed nothing. Was she remembering watching her Daddy fucking that woman? Was she thinking the fact that he had moved the servant into the room between hers and the room he shared with her Mother? During breakfast, we ate in silence. That day, we were joined by Sharon's Mother. When she appeared, Judge Cooke stood and walked over to her. He escorted her to the end of the table. opposite from the end of the table that his chair was at. After he seated her he returned to his chair. He rang the silver Dinner Bell, to his right. The young black woman entered through the butlers pantry. He informed her to serve Mrs. Cooke breakfast. She then disappeared. After Mrs. Cooke was served we continued with eating. The moment Mrs. Cooke finished she stood. She looked at the Judge and said. Would you please be so kind, as to keep these two quiet? He answered, " I will do my best." She then walked up the staircase and went into her room. Judge Cooke rang the bell again and the young black woman appeared. He told ...
    her, " Have the table cleared." He stood and ordered, with an authoritative tone, " Girls you are to meet me in my den immediately." He went in and sat down in his chair. He said," Sharon close and lock the door." She did as he said. He said, " Close the drapes" I just stood there, not knowing what to do next. He was staring at me with that sly smile again. When Sharon had finished closing the drapes, she walked over and stood next to me. He said, " Both of you are to be quiet: no matter what!" Judge Cooke said, " Myra, lift your skirt" I was hesitant, I guess too hesitant. He very firmly said it again. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled the skirt portion up. He was looking at me. I think it would be safe to say, that he was looking at my crotch area. The hem was to low for him to see my panties. With a strange voice tone in his voice he barked, " HIGHER." I did as he ordered. For a few seconds, he just stared at my pussy, with my panties over it. He then said, "Sharon pull her panties down and help her step out of them." Sharon knelt in front of me., reached up and pulled my panties down, As she pulled them down, I could feel her breath on my pussy. Since it was bare of hair, I could easily feel it. He then said, " Bring her panties to me." As she walked over to him, I lowered the skirt of my dress. He sort of squinted his eyes, looking rather angry. He barked again, " Lift it and don't lower it, unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?" I meekly said, " ...
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