High strung Margo. Nursing Home Hijinks. Don't rub it in Grandma. Who's that CNA? Nice EspanHOLE!!!
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Cabot Ross had spent the last two days at his parents home. Family pulling together in trying times led to their placing his grandmother Edith into a nursing home. Unable to care for her properly, being very busy with their careers, they chose the easy way out. Cabot was not very happy about her new home feeling his folks just gave up on her. Taking the day off from his job at Hilltop restaurant, Wildwood's finest dining to help settle her in, he finally decided to head home. He worried what his friends were doing to poor Margo. She might be the sexiest woman alive but she was also ever so slightly gullible. So she let them believe. His buds would eat her alive. Of course, she would enjoy that. Perhaps even being the predator herself. Margo Needy was a glorified nymphomaniac.
The only good thing to come out of losing his Grandmother to that nursing facility was that he inherited her car, much better than his own Junker, more reliable with far less mileage. Of course he needed to switch over his plates, her plates saying GRAM AWW would make the guys mock him until he did. It was a step up though considering his original car looked more senior citizen than Edith's grey Subaru Outback. Beggars couldn't be choosers. It could have been a restored Gremlin. She did have an old stuffed movie Mogwai glued to her dash. Cute but needing to be retired at some point. Who knows, maybe the furry thing might get girls, equivalent to having a puppy. Naaaa!
Pulling in at home the Needy House looked quiet. His roommates were all gone so a sigh of relief crept over him knowing at least for now Margo was resting after her late night gangbang at Brian's moneymaking scheme. The guys really needed to corner him over abusing Margo like that. She may have appeared fine with it but was she really? Even a nympho has limits, don't they? The more she let on that she enjoyed herself the more Brian or even Heath would prey on her abilities. Heath was scaring him more each day. He had come into the house appearing happy go lucky, yet shortly after a darker side they weren't used to seeing started emerging. Her reluctance to tell the boys no was bringing out a more aggressive side. Jekyll was losing to Hyde very quickly.
Unlocking the front door Cabot opened up to the shock of his life. A gust of cold air made him drop his jaw. Margo had turned on the AC. "HELL YES!" Cabot entered and inhaled deeply. "About damned time." Even if her being whored out was what it took to get the air on. Sleeping would be so much more comfy now. A squeaky ceiling fan was no longer required,
It was really quiet in the house. Either Margo had gone off to town with one of his friends or she was sleeping off her exhaustion at the guys that to a degree raped her, even if she became willing. She sure wasn't aware of the smuggled in freaks that Brian sold her holes to. Days earlier Brian had even blindsided her by letting his brother Jeff fuck her in total darkness, she thinking it was Brian. Cabot Ross just didn't have it in him to be so cruel. Sure he liked a good gangbang porn like any red blooded American male but what he didn't approve of was catching her off guard and making money off of her like they were her Pimps. Jeffrey was free, but they all knew that Margo was fond of him. That one could be overlooked. The wrestlers? Not so much. Even if a few of them had already been teased at the bonfire for Elliot. Worse yet, Brian videotaped the entire thing in a future moneymaking scheme, piecing together her adventures into a hardcore porn to be sold. Of course, Margo seemed okay with even that. Maybe he should just join in on the fun. Time would tell.
Stopping in the kitchen for a glass of sun tea and an apple that he had brought home from his parents, he headed upstairs. Deciding to check on Margo he stepped into her room, her door having been removed gave them all easy access. To his shock she wasn't in her bed, nor her door less bathroom. Maybe she went for a run. She did enjoy her exercise routine. Eying her digital clock at bedside it seemed rather late in the day for that. Shrugging he looked further down the hall to the attic door. He had forgotten that his friend Eric had mentioned that he and Heath were allowed upstairs. Being so busy with family he really hadn't given it much thought. Apple and drink glass in hand he decided to go up and check it out. It was certainly gloomy up there, not to mention the air vents were shut off to save money. That being said it was balmy still compared to downstairs. Halfway up he heard a muffled voice.
"What the hell was that?" He froze listening. Another muffled voice of strain, he rushed up and looked around at the full size attic covering the entire house. In a bright corner directly under a skylight he found his landlady strung up horizontally, face down. She was blindfolded and had a ball gag in her mouth. Her long hair bound by rope and pulling her head backwards over her completely nude body. Her legs roped together so her thighs and calves were touching, legs held wide by a wooden bar joint, buttplug up her ass. Even her arms were wrapped in rope behind her back with her hair rope tied to them. "Hollllllly fuck. Who did this?" He pondered while exploring her predicament without a word. She knew someone was there but was uncertain who. The cologne in the air was deceiving.
Setting his glass and apple aside he reached up and removed her blindfold. Brightness made her squint until she could regain focus. The ball gag tugged from her lips in a spatter of saliva forced her to gasp and swallow.
"Who did this to you?"
"Hello sweet Cabot." She smiled.
"Don't hello me. Who tied you up like this in this fucking hotbox? You're a ball of sweat."
"Brian."
"After whoring you out he has the nerve to..."
"I asked for this."
"What? Why?"
"Darryl used to do this too me. I find it relaxing. After Heath showed him the contents of the attic we talked about things Darryl used to do to me. As I've said before there are things I have kept from you boys. I'm just now opening up to each of you."
"How can this be relaxing? You're going to get rope burns."
"Not as bad as you imagine. If I fought the ropes yes, but I'm just suspending here. It is almost meditating."
"With a piss pan on the floor beneath you? Pungent odor Margo."
"Unfortunate I know. I really don't want to ruin the floors, the house is old as it is."
"How long have you been hanging here?"
"What time is it?"
"3:18. Your backside is a little red even from the sun coming down on you."
"Four hours roughly. I'll need to tan to compensate the ropes then. Luckily the forecast is sunny the next few days."
"Margo?"
"Yes handsome?"
"You're...amazing."
"I know. How is your Grandmother?"
"You heard."
"Yes. Why have you not talked to me about her?"
"Personal I guess. Lil emotional."
"You know I would have held you and gotten you through this. Please come to me in your time of need."
Swallowing dryly he nods, "Want me to untie you?"
"No. I told the boys I would be waiting here for them to come home. My holes are home." She smirks.
"You really do thrive on being a slut don't you?"
"Yesssss! It is gratifying. I like being..."
"Fucked?"
"Yes. But I meant to say...used. Sexually that is. I know you worry about me Cabot but you shouldn't. Use me as you want to, I am here for all of you."
"So crazy. Elliot's mom is the biggest slut in Pennsylvania."
"Mmmm! Perhaps. Does that not appeal to you?"
"You thirsty up there?"
"I am a bit parched."
Cabot started to retrieve his tea then found inspiration in it. Facing her as she leered over her cheeks at him he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them. Boxers followed. Shoes removed thirdly he kicked everything but his shirt off and away. Realizing he could never reach her he spotted a short footstool and scooted it in front of her. Retrieving his tea he sipped it in front of her smiling gaze. "Quit teasing me." She huffed.
"Want some tea?"
"Please."
