With that she wore a long, slender straight stole of silvery blue fox. It was draped low across her back then forward through the crooks of her arms. Her long blonde hair had been brushed forward over her right shoulder. It sheened in the soft light like a cascading torrent of spun gold.
Benton sucked in a sharp gasp of delighted surprise. "Regina, I've never seen you so entrancing!”
She dismissed the remark with only the slightest flicker of a smile. The effect was exactly as she had calculated. His mouth was still gaping.
"Where are the others?" she asked without seeming to notice him at all.
"Oh, er… they're waiting in the other room." She looked like no virgin he'd ever seen. His cock was already twanging under his tightly belted silky lounging robe.
"Shall we join them?” "Er, no… not yet. Let me look at you. Let me feast my eyes!”
Regina remained aloof. "Save your breath. I have no interest at all in old men.”
Stanhope managed to maintain an air of civility. "The difference in age does nothing to dull your splendor.”
She turned her back on him without reply, feigning interest in an abstract impressionist painting on the wall. He stood so close behind her that Regina could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.
"Interesting, isn't it?” "Ridiculous would be a better word. It looks like a rag someone used to clean paint brushes." She turned with a toss of her head and walked grandly into another part of the room.
Benson was thinking, you snide little bitch! What happened to that shy, sweet girl? She was putting on airs worse than her mother, the socially ambitious slut.
Regina paused to glance at a free-form metal sculpture near the window, another expensive abstract original. After a moment she shrugged her bare shoulders. "Your taste in art is appalling.”
He followed her, fuming. Stanhope didn't know what her game was, but the girl was playing right into his hands. He would have felt some slight tremors of guilt ravaging an innocent girl no matter how beautiful, but playing the regal bitch would make her planned torment pure pleasure.
"We should try to get along," he said. "Your mother and I are getting married next month.” "So I've heard," she answered dully. "Her taste in men is disgusting.”
That did it! Stanhope grabbed her arm from behind and whirled her to face him.
"What's with you?" he snarled. "I tried to be nice, but-”
Cool and serene, she said, "Let go of me, Benton. I know what you want, and you aren't going to get it. My sister might find your attention enthralling, but to me you're nothing but a dirty old man. And I mean a dirty old man!” "I'm not too old to take good care of an imperious bitch like you, young lady." He pushed her toward the closed bedroom door.
"Stop it or I'll scream! Mother won't marry you if you dare lay a hand on me, and I know how desperate you are to gain control of Wallford Electronics.” "Scream your head off," he said with a hearty laugh. "I've already gained control of your mother. She's going to sit and watch me pop your cherry!” "Nnnooo!" the blonde cried. "I hate men! I never want one to touch me! My father was mean and cruel, and you're even worse!”
Stanhope held the hysterical blonde and pushed open the bedroom door. Regina saw her mother, naked except for the mink coat that had slipped half off her back. She sat bound in a throne-like chair, unable to move except to toss her head.
That she did wildly because Vicki was on her knees and eating her mother's cunt. Her fiery long mane swirled as her head bobbed lewdly in Rita's lap. The woman gasped cries of tormented delight. She thought sex between family members was unthinkably obscene, but her daughter was an expert cunt sucker, and watching Benton fuck Vicki had heated her cunt to a roiling boil.
Vicki looked up with a guilty little grin when Stanhope and her sister burst into the room. She was stark naked, her curved lips glossed with gleaming fuck honey fresh from her mother's cunt.
"I got tired of waiting for dinner," she told Benton.
Reggie gasped, "Mother! Vicki! Oooh, my God! This is too much!” "Yours isn't the only pussy I like to eat," Vicki said with a smirk. "Mom's has a much stronger taste!" She licked her lips like a cat sweeping away canary feathers. "Yours will too after it's been heated by a hot prick.”
Reggie began to struggle with new and desperate strength. Benton could hardly hold her. Vicki leaped up naked, her pussyhair still damp and sheening with cum. She grabbed the trailing ends of the silvery blue fox stole draped over her sister's arms and yanked them behind her. The fluffy fur tightened around Reggie like a rope, wrenching her arms behind her back.
Reggie cried, "Aaagggh!”
Vicki pulled the long ends of the silvery stole and tied them in a knot, binding the blonde’s elbows together behind her back.
“Be glad it’s not a hemp rope or a steel chain,” Vicki said. “Those cut and scrape tender skin like yours.”
Reggie cried, "Vicki, don't do this to me!" Glittering tears filled her wide blue eyes. She could see the welts left by a whip on her mother's lusty figure. And red marks of restraint circled her sister's tits and pussy.
Benton looked smugly at the weeping blonde. "You're mine now. I was going to save your cherry for my wedding night, but I know I don't want to wait!" His right hand hooked like a claw and ripped open the plunging V front of her filmy dress.
Her ripe young tits heaved in a flesh-colored bra. As the torn dress slid down her back, Vicki reached up and unfastened the clasp. Reggie moaned in a futile protest. The strapless bra fell away, The blonde's big tits swelled and shivered. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped on her creamy soft tits. Those were stark white with ruddy pink tips, not bronze tanned like the rest of her figure. They stood out like chrome bumper bullets on an old-fashioned luxury car.
"Your body is even more ripe and tempting than your mother's," Stanhope said. "And to think it has never been touched by a man!”
He cupped his hands on her creamy tits and began to knead them fondly. Reggie twisted and squirmed, trying to wiggle away from his lecherous hands. Vicki grabbed her sister's long blonde hair and yanked on it like the reins of an unruly horse.
Benton narrowed the grasp of his fingers to concentrate on Reggie's nipples, twirling and teasing them hard despite the girl's bitter sobs. Vicki held her sister's hair with one hand and, with the other, working the ruined dress farther down.
It slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving Reggie in only her panties, garter belt, long stockings and high-heeled shoes. She tried to kick Stanhope in the balls, but the filmy dress bound her ankles in a tangle of cloth.
Stanhope dipped a hand into her flesh-colored bikini panties and pulled them down. He cupped her pussy dome and teased his fingers through its blonde wedge of curls.
Reggie felt a deep-reaching chill of disgust, but her tender pussy slit clenched and squeezed up simmering wet heat from some hidden place beyond conscious control. Stanhope fingered her clit and sent tremors rippling up Reggie's back.
Her breath rasped in quick shallow gasps. "You bastard! You filthy old man!”
Stanhope smiled, slipping off his robe to proudly display his stiff cock. "Take a good look at what this old man has for you," he said.
"Ungh! It's the most repulsive thing I've ever seen!” "You'll like it better when it's out of sight… deep in your sweet cunt." He pressed his middle finger into her golden-haired pussy gash. He probed to find her cherry and strained the rubbery little membrane that sealed off the depths of her cunt.
"It's so nice to know that you still have your cherry," he said. "I was so afraid some schoolboy might get into you first.” "I don't want anyone in me!" Reggie moaned. His wiggling finger was driving her wild, straining her precious cherry and giving some hint of the pain soon to come.
"But I must have you," he said. "I collect young virgins the way some men collect stamps. I added your beautiful sister to my collection some time ago. Now I need you to complete the set.”