Harriet Meets the MC Porn Fairy
Part III
Her name was Evie Case and the girl looked as cute as a button or at least that was what Harriet would have said if anyone had bothered to ask her. She was her son’s girlfriend but right now, she was licking Harriet’s pussy.
“Am I doing it right?” the blond asked.
“Honey, you’re doing just fine,” Harriet told her. You know I’d tell you if you weren’t doing it right.”
“That’s what I love about you,” the girl said. “You’re always so kind.”
“Kind?”
“Yeah. You always let me lick your pussy whenever I want to and you always help me out by telling me what you like so I can do even better.”
“You do plenty fine on your own,” Harriet told the girl.
“I know and thank you but I still like it when you tell me what to do.”
“Well, I’m glad you like it then.”
“I don’t just like it, Mrs. O. I love it.”
“Mmm, well I like it, too, Evie, especially when you ... oh yes ... when you lick me there.”
“I know what you like, Mrs. O.”
Considering the amount of time that she’d been spending between Harriet’s legs, she should know what Harriet liked but then it was like what she’d always told her son before, “Bobby, if you don’t put away your toys, someone else is going to end up playing with them.” Well, Evie was one heck of a toy and Harriet did like playing with her.
Right now though, Harriet was less interested in playing and more interested in what the girl was going to make her pussy do.
“Are you going to cum for me, Mrs. O?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” Harriet moaned.
“I do actually. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“Okay, then yes. I’m going to cum,” Harriet said and she knew she was going to do it, too.
The girl wasn’t saying anything but then really, she didn’t have to. After all, her tongue was doing all the talking and her tongue was busy between Harriet’s legs.
“Oh my,” Harriet moaned as that tongue took her closer to the inevitable release. “Oh my.”
That tongue was right there on her clit and if it moved away, it was only for a moment or two before it was back again.
“Oh my,” Harriet moaned again and this time, she could feel her pussy succumbing to the inevitable. Oh my indeed. She was cumming and it just felt so incredibly good.
The girl finally pulled back from Harriet’s well-eaten pussy. “How did you like that, Mrs. O?”
“You did great as always.”
“Thank you, Mrs. O. I love to hear you say that.”
Harriet knew that was true. How long had they been doing this, she wondered. It must have been about a week now. Evie had come over to the house looking for her son but Bobby had been out and Harriet had told her so. Still, that hadn’t stopped Harriet from inviting her in. There was just something about the girl, something new.
It had started out as a drink in the kitchen. Harriet still hadn’t been sure what there was about the girl but it seemed as if something was different. Was everything all right, she’d asked.
“Everything was fine,” the blond had told her.
“No problems with my son,” Harriet had wanted to know.
“No,” Evie had said but was there something to that. It almost seemed as if there was something behind that.
“You’re sure,” Harriet had wanted to know.
“Bobby’s a nice boy,” the girl had said.
But. The girl hadn’t said it but that word was there nonetheless. “Something’s wrong,” Harriet had said.
“No,” the girl had insisted.
It was the eyes. They were so wide and open and they looked so innocent. Or maybe it was the mouth. Maybe that was it. Evie liked to smile or at least she had every time Harriet had seen her but she wasn’t smiling then. Something’s wrong, Harriet had said again.
“No, nothing,” the girl had said. “It’s just that ...”
“It’s just what,” Harriet had wanted to know.
“I think I should be going,” the girl had said.
“And I think you should be staying,” Harriet had said. She was sure that there was something that still wasn’t being said. “You’re not telling me something.”
The girl had looked nervous as if she were looking for any chance to escape.
“What aren’t you telling me,” Harriet asked again.
“I’ve been having these fantasies,” she stammered.
That had brought a smile to Harriet’s face. The girl was worried about having fantasies about her son. That was cute. “With Bobby,” she’d said with a smile.
“No.”
Almost as quickly as the smile had come, it had disappeared. “Not with Bobby?”
The girl had shook her head.
“With who then,” Harriet had wanted to know.
The girl had said nothing but Harriet wasn’t buying that. If her son’s girlfriend was harboring fantasies about some other boy, she wanted to know about it.
“Evie, you have to tell me about it,” Harriet had said.
And still the girl hadn’t said anything.
“I promise I won’t be mad,” Harriet had promised. She wasn’t sure that was a promise she could actually keep but she’d made it anyway. “I won’t be mad,” she’d said again. “I won’t be mad but I need to know who the other boy is.”
Whatever Evie had said next was lost in a muffle.
“What’s that,” Harriet had asked. “I didn’t catch that.”
“It’s not a boy,” the girl had said glumly.
“What?”
“It’s not a boy,” the girl had said again. “It’s you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s you,” the girl had said dejectedly. “I really want to eat your pussy.”
Harriet couldn’t help but stare at the girl. That was hardly what she’d expected to hear her son’s girlfriend say. “I don’t know what to say,” she’d said.
“I know,” the girl had said.
“I think I know,” Harriet had said.
“What?”
“You can lick my pussy.”
“Mrs. O,” the girl had said in a shocked voice.
“What,” Harriet had said. “You’ve already said you thought about it. Now it’s time to do it, just to see what it feels like.”
“But you’re ... you’re Bobby’s mother.”
“So?”
Harriet had sensed it. The girl was wavering. It was like the girl had tried her best argument as to why they shouldn’t do this and when Harriet had called her bluff, she had nothing to come back with. “You know you want to,” Harriet had said.
The girl was wavering. She was right there.
“Come on,” Harriet had said and this time, the girl hadn’t resisted. She’d let Harriet lead her into the living room and then over to the couch.
Harriet had pushed the girl down on the couch and then as she stood before her, she’d lifted her skirt. “Look at what we have here,” she’d said.
The girl wasn’t turning away. She was looking at Harriet’s panties.
“I think you know what to do.”
Evie certainly had known what to do. She’d taken down Harriet’s panties.
Harriet had sat down on the couch and her fingers had naturally found their way between her legs. She knew the girl was watching. “Would you look at what we have here,” she’d said.
She’d known the girl was going to look.
“Wouldn’t you like to taste this,” she’d asked and Evie had nodded and she’d let herself slide between Harriet’s legs and she’d let herself taste Harriet’s pussy and ever since that day, she’d been coming over to Harriet’s house just so she could lick Harriet’s pussy.
Harriet moaned. Just as had happened every day before, the girl was going to make her cum. Just a little bit more, she told herself. Just a little bit more.
Her hands played with her tits. She was so close and then she moaned as that tongue finally pushed her over the edge. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah.”
“Did you like that, Mrs. O?”
“I loved it,” Harriet said and even as she said it, she felt a pang of guilt just as she had every time before.
“Are you sure?” the girl asked.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“I’m glad,” the girl said, “because I love licking your pussy.”
“I love it, too, my dear.”
Evie left soon after that and as soon as she was gone, Harriet’s doubts returned. She did like it but that wasn’t the point was it. She wasn’t supposed to be doing these things and she knew it.
It was Millicent’s fault and Harriet knew it. She had to find the porn fairy and she had to make her take the wish back.
The last time she’d seen the porn fairy had been when she was in one of her mirrors so that was the first place Harriet checked but try as she might, she couldn’t find the porn fairy.
Of course, that wasn’t the first time she’d met her. That had been in the kitchen so Harriet had gone there. She’d even called out the porn fairy’s name as she’d searched the place high and low.
Again, the results were without success.
So where else might she find the porn fairy?
There was always the bedroom. She hadn’t seen Millicent there but given Millicent’s self-professed proclivities, she wouldn’t have put it past her but if she was in the bedroom, Harriet couldn’t find her there either.
So just where the heck was she? Her husband and son would be home soon and she certainly didn’t want either of them walking in on a conversation between her and Millicent.
So where was she?
Her phone started to ring.
The voice mail could get it, Harriet thought. She had more important things to do but the phone kept on ringing and that’s when Harriet realized something else. Her phone wasn’t in her purse where it was supposed to be but instead it was out on a counter.
She approached the phone warily. It was still ringing.
It was from a blocked number. Hmm. Should she answer it?
Part of her said no but there was a whole other part of her that said yes. She picked the phone up. It had better not be some damned telemarketer she said as she answered the phone.
“You wanted to see me?” Millicent asked as her face appeared on the phone.
“Yeah, I wanted to see you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Yeah well I was kind of busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Well if you must know, I was about to get fucked by the Dawson twins, not that that’s any of your business.”
In spite of herself, Harriet just couldn’t help but ask. “The Dawson twins?”
“Hank and Frank. They’re a couple of sprites that live down the road from me but like I said, that’s none of your business. What do you want?”
“I’m still a slut.”
“You got me here to tell me that?”
“I made a wish.”
“Yeah so?”
“So I’m still a slut. I can’t seem to stop wanting to get my pussy licked.”
“You been fucking any men?”
“No, but—oh no. That was what I wished for, right?”
“Yep. You said you wanted to stop fucking all those guys. You’re not fucking any guys anymore, are you?”
“No.”
“So there you go.”
“But now I’m fucking only women. Heck, I’m not even having sex with my husband anymore.”
“Yeah, we talked about that. Remember rule number two? That’s the one about the heat. That sexual heat has to go somewhere. You say you don’t want to fuck any guy that comes in range, it has to go somewhere.”
“But I didn’t mean for it to do that.”
The fairy just shrugged.
“Can we stop making me be such a slut?”
“I suppose, but if we did, you’d be boring again.”
“It’s what I want. I don’t want to be a slut anymore.”
“It would take another wish.”
Harriet bit her lip. She’d tried this before and the results had been less than satisfactory. Well actually, that wasn’t exactly true. She’d been very satisfied but it wasn’t what she’d wanted to have happen.
“Are you ready?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Okay, but first I got a question for you.”
“What is it?”
“You don’t have to sound so huffy about it.”
“Sorry.”
“Okay. Here’s the question. What do you think MC stands for?”
“What?”
“I’m the MC porn fairy. What do you think those letters mean?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“Just curious.”
“Judging by what I’ve seen the past week, I’d probably say carpet munchers.”
Millicent grinned. “That would actually be CM, not MC.”
“Okay, Munchers of Carpet.”
“Cute, but you haven’t seen me eating any pussy, have you?”
“No, but I wouldn’t put it past you.”
Millicent grinned again. “You’ve got a point there but why don’t you try again.”
“Okay. How about Misdemeanor Crimes.”
“Oooh, I like that. I’m going to have to remember that one.”
“Can we just get on with it? My husband and son are going to be home soon.”
“Fine. I was just making conversation you know.”
“I just want to get it over with.”
“Okay fine. Make your wish.”
“I wish I wasn’t a slut anymore.”
“Your wish is granted.”
“Just like that?”
“You were expecting what? Some sort of Broadway production number?”
“But I thought—”
“You thought what?”
Harriet shrugged. “I don’t know what I thought. So it’s over then?”
“Yeah, it’s over. You’re no longer a slut and now if you don’t mind, I need to go see if the Dawson twins are still around,” and with that, Millicent was gone.
She hoped it was over. She really did. She didn’t want to go around fucking whatever men or women she felt like and that’s when she remembered Evie. Oh my God, she told herself. Oh my God. How could she have done that with the girl, and with her son’s boyfriend no less. She felt so ashamed.
But ashamed was good because ashamed at least wasn’t horny but ashamed meant she didn’t want to be a slut anymore. She just hoped her son and her husband wouldn’t find out what she did.
They apparently knew nothing and that was good, Harriet told herself. Finally, she could put this whole fiasco behind her and she’d certainly learned her lesson. As enticing as the prospect might have sounded, dealing with a porn fairy certainly wasn’t everything it was cracked up to be.
The next day, Harriet got up to fix breakfast for her boys just like she always had. Her boys hadn’t seemed to notice anything wrong the night before but then it wasn’t them she’d had to worry about. It was everyone else.
Oswald went off to work and Bobby went off to school and Harriet was left alone to clean up the house. After everything she’d been doing so far, she actually welcomed the mundaneness of doing nothing but cleaning but try as she might to tell herself that everything was okay, she knew that in the end, she was just hiding here in the house. If she really wanted to see if she wasn’t a slut anymore, she was going to have to go outside and she was going to have to interact with people.
Well, they were running low on things in the fridge and even if she hadn’t wanted to go out, she was either going to have to go to the store or she was going to have to ask Oswald to do it. Of course, if she asked Oswald, she’d have to have some kind of reason why she couldn’t do it herself and she couldn’t very well tell him that it was because she was afraid of getting fucked in the parking lot ... again.
Harriet sighed. And besides, the store was as good a place to start as any. So many people there. If she could avoid being a slut there, she could avoid being a slut anywhere.
It was a good plan and who knows, it might even have worked but Harriet never made it to the store to try it out.
She almost made it there when she saw the red lights in her rear view mirror. What the heck was this, she wondered even as she pulled the car over to the curb. She’d been driving the speed limit ... kind of ... and as far as she knew, she hadn’t run a stop sign or a red light.
She rolled down her window as the man walked up to the car and the man was there and suddenly she was consumed with ...
Lust. Hot, sticky, wet want-it-now lust. No, she told herself. No. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She could barely seem to form the words when the man was standing there. “Wh-what seems to be the problem?” she stammered.
The man just looked in through the window at her. “Would you step out of the car, please?”
“Did I do something wrong?” Harriet asked even as she complied with the man’s order.
“Just step out of the car and turn around.”
“Wh-why?”
“Just do as your told.”
“Of course, officer.”
“Put your hands against the vehicle.”
Again, Harriet did as she was told to do.
“Do you know what you’re guilty of?” the man asked and Harriet shook her head. “You’re guilty of driving while sexy.”
Driving while what, Harriet thought. That wasn’t actually a crime, was it, but then she felt the man’s hand pull her skirt up just a bit and she could feel his hand stroke her panties against her bottom and Harriet found herself incapable of saying anything.
“Do you know what we do when we find people like you?” the officer asked.
Harriet shook her head.
In one swift move, the officer took her panties down and Harriet could feel his hand on her bottom. “We fuck ‘em,” he said harshly. “That’s what we do. We fuck ‘em.”
This was so wrong, Harriet thought to herself. She should say something but she found herself incapable of speaking and then she felt the man sliding between her legs and his cock was right there. Oh my God, Harriet thought. Oh my God. This is so wrong.
But then she felt the man’s cock slide into her pussy and she couldn’t help but moan.
“I see someone likes this,” the officer said.
This was so wrong, Harriet thought. This was so wrong, and yet ...
She couldn’t help but moan. She wasn’t supposed to like this, she told herself. She wasn’t ...
Oh but geez. She did like it.
“I’m going to cum,” the officer announced.
Oh yeah, Harriet thought. Oh yeah. That was what she wanted. No wait. That was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to want that. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want strange men to cum in her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and in the next instant, Harriet felt it, too. He was cumming inside her. Oh fuck. This was so wrong and yet it felt so good.
“I think someone liked that,” the officer said.
Say no, Harriet told herself. Say no. Say she didn’t like it. Say she was a married women and married women didn’t do things like that.
That was what she told herself but in the end, she didn’t say anything.
“You live around here?” the cop asked.
Harriet nodded.
“Well you keep driving around here and if I see you, I’ll pull you over for sure so we can fuck again. How’s that sound?”
It sounded terrible, Harriet thought and yet she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to say those words.
“Cat got your tongue,” the officer said. “Hey, that’s okay. You don’t need your tongue for what I want to do with you.”
Harriet couldn’t help but groan.
“Okay, you can go now but just remember, next time I see you, I’m going to pull you over and fuck you for sure. You got that?”
Harriet nodded.
“All right then. Get out of here.”
Harriet got in her car and she drove away but as she drove away, she had only one thing on her mind. She was going to find that stupid porn fairy and when she did, she was going to make her take that stupid wish back.