First to awake the following morning, his dreams dark and foreboding, Matthew felt sickened by his actions, an overwhelming urge having arisen to escape the claustrophobic apartment. One person he could rely on to take his mind off things was Johnny Fucks, an earlybird whose day could start literally at any hour.
The streets outside were awash with the residue of the previous night's storm: billboards had splintered and fell, trees were upturned, fences had panels missing, resembling rotten teeth and slates from roofs lay wherever they happened to fall. Taking the long route, Matthew reflected on his infidelity as the effects of the storm became ever more severe the closer he got to the marina. For all its beauty, Manila had some dark undertones.
Ankle deep in water along the esplanade, he hopped from raised paving slab to drain cover, only to discover Johnny slouched in the doorway of the office, broom in hand. The flood barriers having been breached, the office had little protection from the elements and a raging cesspit of water. "It happen every so often," observed Johnny ruefully. "A day or two we be up and running again. But for now I go home if I were you, Matthew."
Traipsing off home, again Matthew took the long route, if only to clear his head. He observed folks taking stock of their losses and assessing how to put the wrong right. They were a resilient bunch these residents of Manila, used to this sort of thing. When eventually he arrived back home it was gone nine and the house was quiet. He discovered a handwritten note left by Rosie: "Gone sightseeing with Connie. Tom's still in bed."
Heading off to the study, Matthew buried his head in his hands and sighed long and hard. He looked at the picture of Heather on the desk, smiling and happy. "Give me one more chance, please," he mouthed.
Turning on the pc, he had it in mind to seek solace from a family member in England. However, a buzz on the intercom drew his attention away. It was one of twins, Mia. In all that had happened, Matthew had forgotten it was cleaning day. Tia was doubtless at one of the other apartments, thanks to Matthew having persuaded three of his neighbours to take them on. It meant that the girls now enjoyed almost full-time employment. At least that had bought him a few brownie points with Heather.
He allowed Mia up but, head pounding and weighted down with guilt, he was in no mood for making conversation. Instead he secreted himself back in the study and waited for the connection to kick in. It was only then, however, that he realised having omitted to mention Tom to Mia. Whoops. Quickly he activated the live stream to the bedroom. Too late now for a warning, Mia had just barged in wearing the French Maid's outfit, as at the same time Tom was busily giving his cock a good tug on the bed. It was hard to imagine who was the more shocked of the pair. Mia stood dumbfounded, Tom flustered, desperately trying to cover up. "I sorry I come tidy room," Mia clarified, blushing profusely.
Tom too blushed from head to toe to match his hair colour. "Why didn't you, um, knock first?"
"I not know Matthew have guest staying," she pleaded, her dark eyes welling up with tears.
Raising her hands in a show of contrition she took an unsteady step backwards, elbow brushing a vase that sat atop of the chest of drawers. It tottered from side to side before, almost in slow motion, crashing to the floor and splintering into hundreds of pieces. Mia shrieked when the realisation dawned of what she'd done, quickly bursting into tears. Surveying the scene, Tom exhaled deeply, the mood changing. "You realise if Matthew found out about this he'd fire you?"
Mia trembled. "Yes I know," she replied through sobs, head bowed.
With that, still naked Tom moved to the door and slid the bolt across. He placed both hands on the girl's shoulders. "Look, there is one way we can resolve the situation," he mused. "And hopefully you get to keep your job."
Mia looked up into his eyes with a hopeful expression. "I'll do anything," she promised.
Tom issued a lecherous grin, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his cock at half mast but soon back on the ascendancy. "First though you need to be taught a lesson."
Mmm, definitely a man after my own heart, thought Matthew as he observed from the comfort of the study. This was something he'd fantasised about doing hundreds of times. Mia seemed to know exactly what was required of her, moving in close and resting her belly across Tom's knees. The outfit's white frilly skirt hem rode up to reveal the girl's pert backside. Tom grappled around inside, his hand emerging with her panties. He let the garment twang on the backs of her knees as Mia wiggled in discomfort, fully exposed. "So what have you got to say for yourself?" Tom enquired in a menacing tone, revelling in the control he held.
Mia thought for a moment. "I'm sorry, I been a very naughty little girl," she responded through exaggerated breaths.
"Yes you have been," Tom replied disdainfully. "And tell me, what happens to naughty little girls?"
Mia inhaled hard. "They, um, they get punished," she mouthed.
"Yes they do," Tom said with a nod, lifting a hand shoulder high as Mia held her breath.
Twisting the wrist in mid air, his hand descended in a blur, the palm connecting with a soft young buttock half a dozen times in rapid succession. The slapping sound caused Matthew to grimace -- and stiffen just a little. Mia yelped at each smack, her left bum cheek glowing as the hand moved away. Not wishing to leave out the right one, Tom administered six more of the best on its soft raised mound, leaving the surface rouge. "Oh, please no more," begged Mia, wriggling and writhing like an eel in his lap.
Tom placed a hand between her legs, the tips of his fingers disappearing readily inside. "Mmm, what a dirty little girl you are."
"Yes," Mia concurred, arching her back. "You tell Matthew you break vase, yes?" she asked throatily.
"I might," he replied noncommittally, still basking in the power.
"Please," she entreated, glancing up as he toyed with her wet pussy. "Pleeeeeeeease," she groaned as the fingers found her clit.
With that he lifted her up with ease to face him, her legs straddling either side of his legs, a stiff cock pointing at her navel. Reaching down she smiled and stroked its length. "Ah, you big strong English man," she cooed.
"Pfft," mouthed Matthew from the study.
His best intentions having almost completely eroded, he'd a good mind to get up there and show her what a real English cock looked like. But he resisted the temptation for now, content to watch from afar as Tom lifted the slight frame, hands beneath her buttocks. Taking a moment to nuzzle at the nipples that brushed his face, Tom directed the head of his cock towards her tight young pussy opening. "Damn you're wet," he commented between chews as the tip nestled in the juice-laden nest of soft black pubic hair.
Mia moved her knees outward and pressed down simultaneously, allowing her cunt to be impaled. With a whimper her body moved down until she was fully loaded and stretched by cock. Tom lay back flat on the bed and let her do all the work, the little minx riding his hard cock as he toyed idly with her tiny breasts. They seemed a welcome change from Rosie's cumbersome ones and he was enjoying himself immensely. Mia panted as she rocked back and forth, the frenzied copulation persisting for a good five minutes. As Tom groaned, her face turned alarmingly pale. "No cum inside me please, mister. I no take no precaution.
Tom understood. He wasn't happy, wanting nothing less than to blow his load up her tight Filipina twat, but he understood. "Okay, get on your knees."
Mia obeyed, looking up through big brown eyes and opening her mouth in readiness. Tom squatted, knees bent slightly and holding the back of her head for support. His juice-coated shaft slid over Mia's cheek and slotted in the warm hole, forcing her to taste herself. With that he began to ram furiously in and out, using her mouth like a tight cunt. He pumped hard, forcing from the buttocks as Mia took the pounding uncomplainingly.
Five minutes of face fucking, a pained groan marked his orgasm, Mia's cheeks puffing out as he dispensed a huge thick load. As he pulled out, he milked a second wad in her eye. Mia wiped a backhand across, licked it off and stood. "Thank you, mister," she said with a curtsey.
"On your way, I'll cover with Matthew," Tom offered.
"Oh thank you, thank you," Mia enthused, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Maybe me and my twin sister come thank you later?"
Tom sighed, as did Matthew. He just couldn't get enough of this hot family. And there was still the blossoming youngest sister Elise to come. God only knew what SHE'D grow into under the tutelage of Mia and Tia. Manila had him well and truly hooked. It was with that thought that Matthew nodded off in the study chair.