Ascending Lauren

[venus-can99]

Thank you SimpleEnigma for the latest chapter - well worth the wait. Looking forward to the next one adding Zane to the mix along with Caroline and DeAndre in confined quarters and the cross country drive.

[hongtea]

Now looking forward to see if Caroline's dream will become a reality!

[hongtea]

Caroline's fortune said "The fortune you seek is in another cookie" and Lauren's fortune said "Be careful what you wish for; everything that is, was first a dream"

Note sure what "Never play leapfrog with a Unicorn" means, anyone else figure this out?

[Johng1953]

Caroline's fortune said "The fortune you seek is in another cookie" and Lauren's fortune said "Be careful what you wish for; everything that is, was first a dream"

Note sure what "Never play leapfrog with a Unicorn" means, anyone else figure this out?

You might land on its horn??

[hongtea]

Sure, so I think it means not to enter into an unnecessarily dangerous game. Interesting that Caroline's boyfriend got that fortune, I wonder what it will entail. The other three fortune cookies are easy to understand.

[hongtea]

Really looking to see what mischievous shenanigans the mother-daughter duo come up with. There's a long drive, then an Airbnb, then another long drive, then Miami. Lauren mentioned she didn't pack any 'sexy' outfits this time and based on Caroline's reaction during the sex 'But...my...my parents' it seems Caroline came with wholesome intentions as well (possibly literally just came to help with the move), so any naughty plans will develop over the next day. I don't think anyone anticipated Lauren coming to help with the move (I didn't think Lauren would be there during the next part of the Caroline arc)---it was impromptu since Corey got an immediate higher offer on the house. Based on DeAndre's sex-talk saying he should fuck Lauren and that Zane is coming to help with the move which Caroline doesn't know about, I think we're looking at a couple swap (with Lauren-Zane as the other couple, sorry Corey), perhaps some MMF (DP?), FFM (Double blowjob like Caroline's dream? There was the fortune cookie that referenced a dream). Maybe we'll see some submission since Zane seemed to comment 'Neither minded being smack around a bit, proving just what submissive sluts they were,' the submissive sex acts really did begin with Zane's chapters. Long shot but perhaps we'll get a mother-daughter rimjob, one rimming and the other blowing ;-) I know there will be no actual incest but in Caroline's dream Lauren was guiding Caroline's head to Zane while Corey was jacking off in the corner, so I wonder what the next sex scenes will be like and how much the dream sequence foreshadowed them.

Really wanting to see Caroline and Lauren 'twinning' and wearing the same sexy outfit, hairstyle, and makeup. Lauren didn't bring any sexy outfits but the 'Ashley' outfit is still in Iowa, Caroline also has her own 'Ashley' outfit. Pointing out Lauren and Caroline's similarity has been Lauren's go-to sex talk, for example, 'Same hair, same hips, same slutty attitude' and 'Same silky hair, same smooth skin, same figure. Same ass. Same tits. ... Listen to our little girl, baby. She's a size queen ... just like me. ... We're both sluts, Twisty. Whores for the taking.' So there's a lot of potential if they do decide to 'twin.'

[hugh58]

Really looking to see what mischievous shenanigans the mother-daughter duo come up with. There's a long drive, then an Airbnb, then another long drive, then Miami. Lauren mentioned she didn't pack any 'sexy' outfits this time and based on Caroline's reaction during the sex 'But...my...my parents' it seems Caroline came with wholesome intentions as well (possibly literally just came to help with the move), so any naughty plans will develop over the next day. I don't think anyone anticipated Lauren coming to help with the move (I didn't think Lauren would be there during the next part of the Caroline arc)---it was impromptu since Corey got an immediate higher offer on the house. Based on DeAndre's sex-talk saying he should fuck Lauren and that Zane is coming to help with the move which Caroline doesn't know about, I think we're looking at a couple swap (with Lauren-Zane as the other couple, sorry Corey), perhaps some MMF (DP?), FFM (Double blowjob like Caroline's dream? There was the fortune cookie that referenced a dream). Maybe we'll see some submission since Zane seemed to comment 'Neither minded being smack around a bit, proving just what submissive sluts they were,' the submissive sex acts really did begin with Zane's chapters. Long shot but perhaps we'll get a mother-daughter rimjob, one rimming and the other blowing ;-) I know there will be no actual incest but in Caroline's dream Lauren was guiding Caroline's head to Zane while Corey was jacking off in the corner, so I wonder what the next sex scenes will be like and how much the dream sequence foreshadowed them.

Really wanting to see Caroline and Lauren 'twinning' and wearing the same sexy outfit, hairstyle, and makeup. Lauren didn't bring any sexy outfits but the 'Ashley' outfit is still in Iowa, Caroline also has her own 'Ashley' outfit. Pointing out Lauren and Caroline's similarity has been Lauren's go-to sex talk, for example, 'Same hair, same hips, same slutty attitude' and 'Same silky hair, same smooth skin, same figure. Same ass. Same tits. ... Listen to our little girl, baby. She's a size queen ... just like me. ... We're both sluts, Twisty. Whores for the taking.' So there's a lot of potential if they do decide to 'twin.'
Sorry Hongtea but I don't think you will get your wish as if you read carefully the group do not do incest or things like that

[Barthvader]

I hope they didn't crash between Des Moines and Miami ...

[hongtea]

I hope they didn't crash between Des Moines and Miami ...

Maybe an "unexpected delay" between Des Moines and Miami would lead to more fun like the time Caroline's flight was delayed due to a snowstorm

[hongtea]

What are people's thoughts on piercings? I find them very erotic (bellybutton, clit, nipples, venus dimples, tongue, lip) but only in specific scenarios (both nipples pierced, only one piercing in tongue, only bottom lip pierced). Tattoos are also hit or miss for me. Some tattoos look very good on a woman whereas others are not very flattering, usually if the tattoos are too excessive.

[hugh58]

Hi To, Simple Enigma
I know that this is a group effort and that you only write this for fun, but your fans feel starved of the continuing story of Larsen and her hubby Corey so can we please have a further episode or 2 of this beautiful woman

[SimpleEnigma]

Hi hugh58,

Lauren here. For amateur authors, the fan base we've amassed is quite shocking and the requests for more - like yours - are very heartwarming.

I finished up my piece of Chapter 25 yesterday. Simple is traveling this week but has every intention on reviewing for final edits in his hotel room at night. I'd say give it another week or so.

Much love...

Lauren

[hugh58]

Hi Lauren
Thank you for the heart-warming reply and I think your fans all over the world will be delighted with this news. I will say this to you, I feel I know you through this story and you are a beautiful well-intentioned woman, but please can you cut Corey some slack as he loves you dearly and would like some of your love sometimes
Hugh58

[hugh58]

Hi Lauren
Thank you for the heart-warming reply and I think your fans all over the world will be delighted with this news. I will say this to you, I feel I know you through this story and you are a beautiful well-intentioned woman, but please can you cut Corey some slack as he loves you dearly and would like some of your love sometimes
Hugh58

[hongtea]

Hi hugh58,

Lauren here. For amateur authors, the fan base we've amassed is quite shocking and the requests for more - like yours - are very heartwarming.

I finished up my piece of Chapter 25 yesterday. Simple is traveling this week but has every intention on reviewing for final edits in his hotel room at night. I'd say give it another week or so.

Much love...

Lauren

Just curious but how much of this story do you have left to tell? Have we passed the halfway point?

[SimpleEnigma]

@hugh58...I hear what you are saying and I respect that you want 'Lauren' to show 'Corey' more compassion. That the story invokes this kind of emotion shows we are hitting the mark.

While a good majority of the tale is based on me and Simple's life, you may remember that the story's protagonists are a composite of several women and men we've known over the years. IRL, the degree of 'cucking' varies from couple to couple. It our case, needs have varied over time. As mentioned before, the Ascending Lauren saga is still at a time when I was very promiscuous and both of us were very much into humiliation. Once the floodgates were open (similar to how the story unfolds, only earlier in our marriage), I went full tilt slut, dominating and humiliating Simple (at his request), sometimes until he whimpered. Many may see that as cruel, and wonder how that can be a healthy relationship. What's hard for those outside the lifestyle to understand is that wittols are just wired that way, needing and craving that angst like others need compassion. Even Simple doesn't fully understand why he feels the way he does. But it’s a win win. He gets what he needs and I get to have some pretty damn good sex.

If it makes you feel any better, in real life the torrid pace of AL does slow down, although not sure we'll portray that in the series. Simple and I have grown older and the adventures not as frequent. Health and stamina (even mine) has a great deal to do with that. We live a much more 'normal' life now. Years ago, you might have been able to tell we were a bit different from other couples, mainly from the way I dressed and how Simple acted. Today, I still play, just not as often. He still watches and I still humiliate him when the moment is right, but our priorities have shifted to important things like facing our mortality and grandkids. To see us now, you'd just think we were a happy loving couple in their sixties with a lot of spunk.

Love, Lauren

[SimpleEnigma]

@hongtea, who asked "how much of this story do you have left to tell?"

That's a good question. We still have around twelve or so 'encounters' that our friends have had which they've asked us to 'novelize'. We've got notes and outlines, but how many of those are actually going to make it to AL remains to be seen. While we've tried to pick out unique and interesting ones to write about, at some point they would become repetitive scenarios and no one wants that. Plus I know Simple wants to try his hand at pure fiction. So I would say definitely more than half way, maybe even 75%.

Now you know as much as we do.

Stay tuned.

Love, Lauren.

[venus-can99]

Thanks Lauren for sharing updates with regard to this excellent and exciting story. I am indeed grateful that you and simple take time out of your busy lives to recount the story and weaving the characters of Lauren an Corey so well even though they are composites of multiple couples in RL.

I for one look forward to the coming episodes

[Johng1953]

Thank you for that insight. I, whilst fully relishing this lifestyle, have sometimes regarded you (Lauren) as a heartless bitch and Corey correspondingly as a total wimp. On realising along the way that this story is an amalgam of several people's experiences, plus it being historical and you are still together I almost apologise. Only almost because I'm sure you and Corey are aiming for that reaction at least sometimes! Plus I think invoking feelings like that in the reader is a mark of great story telling. If Corey does decide to turn his story telling talents to fiction, I will be an avid reader and look forward to that immensely.
I am also btw looking forward to how you further torment Corey going forward in this tale!

[hugh58]

Hi Lauren
Thanks for those kind words but I think that we forget how powerful the written word is that it can read differently by by everyone but it can convey a lot of different emotions. Who would think that a simple story would bring out the love and affection in so many people keep up the good work
Love
hugh58

[SimpleEnigma]

@Johng1953, et al...

If AL 'Lauren' comes across as being a heartless bitch sometimes, your assessment is very accurate and we've definitely nailed it. There was a period of about 10 years when I took Simple's kink and amped it up to the extreme, fucking everyone I could and being one of the cruelest human beings you could imagine (at least in a cuckolding sense). During those years I kept telling myself that's what he wanted. And he did to some extent, only using our safe word once the entire time. Still, looking back, I am not proud of myself for some of things I did to him (even though he asked for them). I am very, very fortunate that Simple loved me enough to stick it out.

Insider tip: while chapter 24 and the upcoming 25 immortalize the shenanigans of our friends from California, subsequent chapters will focus more on Simple and me as we wrap up the series and pull the storyline from our own lives. That's not to say we won't feature and project more of our friends' lives onto Lauren and Corey - that's why we started this, after all - but a lot will be about us. And yes, it will get into some of those things I am not proud of. If you think I've been a heartless bitch so far, well, you may want to skip those. It gets really bad, and I'm not kidding. In fact, there are some things we are considering holding back because non-lifestyle folks will absolutely NOT get it.

PS: some people have been PMing us about the backstory on Chloe and Charlie, so I figured I'd respond here in case others had the same interest. Chloe and Charlie live in the same city as we do and represent a couple we met at a hedo event decades ago. They are among the eight or so like minded couples we still run with. 'Chloe' did indeed used to be a stripper and escort, and I even helped her out from time to time when clients wanted more than one girl. Those days are long gone now, but it used to be fun. And yes, 'Charlie' is a wittol like Simple, just not as heavy into the humiliation.

Hope this helps,

Love, Lauren

[Johng1953]

I won't be skipping anything and please don't hold anything back. If I then criticise any of what you did then, please remind me that I asked for it!
I really want to know, in the light of what we know so far what you (Lauren) did that induced Corey to use his safeword.
Thank you both for the time and effort you put into telling your amazing story.

[hongtea]

I won't be skipping anything and please don't hold anything back. If I then criticise any of what you did then, please remind me that I asked for it!
I really want to know, in the light of what we know so far what you (Lauren) did that induced Corey to use his safeword.
Thank you both for the time and effort you put into telling your amazing story.

Seconded

[SimpleEnigma]

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Chapter 25
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For Patti and Mark, thank you for sharing your unusual encounter with your daughter. We hope we've done it justice.

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Note: while there is no incest in this story, the following chapter depicts scenes between parents and their adult daughter that may make some uncomfortable. You’ve been warned.

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Thursday, February 22nd

The early morning sunlight seeped through the curtains of Corey and Lauren Miller's cozy Des Moines home, casting a golden hue across the master bedroom. As they sat and stretched on the edge of the mattress, both felt an unspoken mixture of excitement and melancholy that hung in the air as the family prepared to leave their home of decades for the last time. Saddened by the memories they were leaving behind, but happy about the new life and adventures that awaited them in Miami.

After a round of hurried coffee, Corey and their daughter's current friend with benefits, DeAndre Brown, took to carefully strapping down boxes in the U-Haul and ensuring a balanced load. Inside, Lauren donned a ribbed turtleneck sweater and a pair of old blue jeans, then moved from room to room, checking to make sure nothing of value was being left behind. Although she had sneakers on, her footfall eerily echoed against the bare walls. Upon entering Caroline's room of youth, where the younger couple had slept in the prior evening, the odor of stale sex stung the older brunette's nostrils. Lots of sex, judging from what she and Corey had heard.

The furniture and mattresses were going to be in storage for a while, and as such, she began to strip the bed to throw the linen away. In doing so, a hand landed squarely in the middle of the fitted sheet. The center was already dried and stiff, but the surrounding fabric felt wet and slippery. An unmistakable sweet scent lingered. Ironworker cum, no doubt.

"Mom?"

Startled, she turned to see Caroline leaning against the doorframe. The younger woman was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a Colorado Rockies tee. She saw her mother's hand still thumbing DeAndre's drying semen. Embarrassed, Lauren turned beet red and crumbled up the sheet.

"Yes?"

"Sorry about that," the girl apologized for the mess. "It was a long night."

"So we heard."

Caroline smirked. "I could say the same thing." Then, after a quick pause, "He's that good you know. Rocks my world every time."

Lauren threw the dirty linen into a trash bag and stood straight, hand on hips. "Like Zane?"

The high school emotional health counselor stiffened. That biker had a big mouth.

"I..."

"Yeah, he told us."

"You and Dad?"

"He's our best friend," Lauren shook long bangs from her face, "among other things. What did you expect?"

Caroline threw her hands in the air with a huff. "Hell, I don't know. I figured he'd have some discretion. Fuck."

"Like mother, like daughter."

The two women stared at each other, unblinking. Finally, the youngest cleared her throat.

"And...and what did Dad say? About me and Zane."

Lauren sighed. "Your father is, well, shall we say...a bit of an enigma these days. It's hard to read him."

"And last night?"

Caroline was left with no choice but to interpret her mother's silence.

"Oh shit, he got off listening to us...me, didn't he?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to. Oh my God."

The young Miller didn't know what was worse: her father finding pleasure in her having sex or the bubbling fascination within herself.

In the distance, a low rumble broke the still of the morning. The timing couldn't have been more relevant.

Zane.

The closer the sound got to the cul-de-sac, the more it reverberated through the neighborhood. Both women went to the window and watched as the large chrome Harley-Davidson glided down the dead-end street. Astride the powerful bike, Zane Picardo sat helmetless, confident, and without a care, leather jacket flapping in the wind. Pulling into the driveway next to the U-Haul, he cycled the machine down and looked around. It was not his graying friend and the large black guy standing next to him that caught his eye. Rather, Corey's wife and daughter looking down from Amelia's old bedroom caused him to smile. Corey followed his gaze and gulped. DeAndre was the only one the poignant moment was lost on, unaware that his girlfriend and her mother were both another notch on the biker's bedpost.

With little effort, Zane gracefully swung a leg over the motorcycle's seat and planted both feet firmly on the ground, removing his gloves. One hand opened the Jetta's trunk and the other threw in a camouflaged duffle bag.

"I'm guessing you want me to drive that thing?" he jerked a thumb towards the rental truck.

Corey extended a hand. "Sure, have at it. Um, this here is DeAndre Brown, Caroline's friend. DeAndre, please meet my best friend, Zane Picardo."

The men shook, only one of them having a secret.

"Hey," Zane turned back to Corey, "mind if I bring Bessy? I can wheel her in the back. I'll make sure she cools off."

DeAndre cocked an eyebrow. "Bessy?"

"His bike," Corey replied. "He's in love with the goddamned thing. I swear he'd fuck it if it's tailpipe wouldn't burn his dick."

"Fuck you, chump," Picardo punched his slightly older pal on the arm. He could have said more. Much more. But didn't. "It's my ride back," he explained to the handsome black man. "Plus, I'm gonna hit the Keys first."

"What the heck are you guys waiting for?" Caroline shouted, walking out of the house with her mother, both women with luggage in tow. "Let's get this shitshow on the road."

"Go on," Corey nodded at Zane, pointing to the Harley and then the truck. "Just make sure it doesn't fall over. Fifteen hundred miles is a long way."

That was no joke, either. The entire journey covered a formidable distance, and it would take two legs to cover the twenty-six-hour jaunt. For safety reasons, they'd drive first to Tennessee, spend the night, then get up refreshed and finish it off.

Zane took off his jacket and wheeled Bessy up the ramp and into the U-Haul. Using a stability bar and rope, he made sure it would not shift in flight. Tying everything off, he glanced out of the back to where DeAndre and Corey were loading the remaining luggage into the Jetta.

QOS for real, huh? the mechanic thought, remembering Caroline's tramp stamp. He wasn't sure how long she'd been dating that guy, but there was a real good chance she already was when she showed up on Zane's doorstep. A nympho, just like her mother. And how did he compare to Mandingo here?

Stowing the ramp in place, he locked the box truck's doors and hopped down.

Guess neither chick can't get enough these days. 

On the lawn, DeAndre and Zane stood at a respectful distance as Corey and the girls gathered in front of the one place that had seen so much of their lives. After shedding a few tears, the family hugged each other and piled into the Volkswagen. With a toot of the horn, Corey took one more look, then pulled away from the curb, Zane right behind them.

Above the Midwestern city, the sun inched higher in the sky, illuminating the clear, cold morn.

The final move had begun.  

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Amy Rosinner lay in her bed, smoking a joint. It was a little early to get high, even for her, but it was one of those melancholy mornings that were hard to face for a single woman looking for love but having no prospects. After calling in sick, she had rolled a fatty and sunk deep in the pillows, balancing an ashtray on the edge of the mattress. Frustration in her current love life had been building for some time now. She knew her friends considered her happy-go-lucky, content to have one-night stands and then throwing the guy back after he'd rearranged her guts. But the truth was, she was looking for much more. Not that there had to be complete monogamy, either. Hell, she'd settle for a decent-looking guy that had at least some brains and the same interests. Most of the guys she went out with were classic meatheads: muscular and amazing in bed but couldn't hold down a conversation around world events if their life depended on it. The online dating sites had been a letdown, filled with self-absorbed individuals only interested in getting laid. And while Amy was okay with that short term - she was a self-proclaimed slut, after all - the wish for more than just a quick lay persisted. Sometimes the legal secretary longed for a companion who shared her passion for hiking, dancing, and the beach. Even gender was irrelevant, although she did have a particular fondness for cock.

And there had been many of those. With a body count of at least thirty, there was no question the twenty-six-year-old loved to fuck. At least two-thirds of those had come in the last three years; mostly guys she'd met at bars. But there were those frat boys too, Tony and Tommy, from Lauren Miller's apartment building.

And then a couple of other guys from work...

...and the park...

...and the...

Lauren...

Who'd have thought she and the rising star executive at Rekrap Industries would hit it off? After all, Lauren hadn't exactly been a wild one when they met. The consummate Iowan wife and mundane office manager had only turned slutty after her husband encouraged it.

Lauren...

Ah, those Demi Moore looks that had captivated so many men and women since showing up in Miami some eight months ago. The Midwesterner who had taken to hanging out with a barely legal stripper.

Lauren.

Even with a twenty-two-year age difference, Amy had to admit there was something about the older woman's lithe body, small breasts, and full lips that drove aspiring lovers to introspect. Including the secretary herself, who had suckled the older woman's clit more than once. As she thought back to her first time with the brunette beauty, a hand absentmindedly drifted to the bottom of her well-worn tee, pulling it up and over her braless breasts, resting it on the top of the well-formed globes. They bounced a little when popping out, the air-conditioned temps causing the nipples to tighten in response. Stabbing out the half-smoked blunt, she laid back against soft, fluffy pillows, letting nimble fingers flit over her tits.

Amy's mind continued to wander, as did her hands, finding their way to pleasurable spots, eventually between glistening thighs. Legs spread wide, her heartbeat raced as she plunged a couple of fingers into her wet slit, envisioning her BFF's body next to hers. Tearing one hand free, it attacked the younger woman's breasts once more, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh, imagining it was Lauren pinching and pulling at her hardened nubs, the gorgeous friend's lips and teeth devouring them.

Lauren...

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Route 61 through Iowa was an endless road of asphalt, white lane markings, and grain silos. Dull, drab, and utterly characterless. Alternating between Corey's classic rock and DeAndre's hip-hop playlists, along with mindless chit-chat, provided the only entertainment. Hours passed, and the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a welcome warmth into the Volkswagen's cabin and chasing the frost from the many cornfields.

Perhaps one redeeming value - maybe the only one - of being stuck in a car on a long ride with others is how much you can learn about them, and by the time they reached St. Louis, Lauren and Corey had learned a great deal about their daughter's latest boyfriend. It seemed DeAndre Brown was born and raised in Atlanta to a hardworking African-American bus driver and a compassionate ER nurse. After struggling through conventional school, he picked up odd jobs, mostly as a laborer at construction sites, where the foremen liked his work ethic and attention to detail. Soon, he was working alongside experienced ironworkers, and the rest is history.

As the day wore on, fatigue began to set in. Taking advantage of the occasional rest stops, the convoy would pull over, pee, and stretch their legs. Always one to doubt the GPS, Corey spent most of this time alone verifying the map app and double-checking headings. On one such stop, he happened to look up from the dashboard and watched from afar while the others interacted. Lauren and Caroline appeared like starstruck schoolgirls in the presence of the other two men. No longer was Corey the apple of their eye, the man in their lives. Big dicks and confidence attracted them now, neither of which the older man possessed.

Tired eyes traced the girls' movements as they flirted in the most obvious ways. Subtle touches, stilted laughter, the twisting of hair. Except for age, at twenty-five paces, they appeared as identical twins.

Horny twins.

A twinge of jealousy mixed with frustration and longing, setting into motion the emotions he'd given himself over to the last few months. Now that both mother and daughter were aware of each's dalliances with the biker, every lingering glance caused Corey's dick to twitch with that strange blend of arousal and jealousy he'd come to crave...to need. Made even more acute by how they were glancing over at him, not caring what he saw, as if he was no more than a hired driver that was waiting outside a bar for them.

And now, as they entered a new chapter of their lives in Miami, he and Lauren's relationship was either poised to propel the couple into the next level of their shared kink or threatened to burn bridges that were dry and flammable, only needing that one particular spark to destroy them forever.

Miami...

Corey had been eagerly anticipating this day, the day when he would no longer have to bid a tearful goodbye to his wife at an airport. But as excitement was the soup de jour, a new sense of anxiety began to creep in. What would their dynamic be like now, with him constantly by her side, twenty-four hours a day? Would his fetishes continue to be indulged, or would this newfound proximity push their boundaries even further? Or shatter them?

The thought of humiliation, a fancy that had simmered beneath the surface, now loomed larger than ever. Would Lauren take it to the extreme, testing his limits in ways he had never imagined? He knew all too well that his wife was more than willing to dish out whatever excited him. His mind wandered to the possibility of things like cages. While not appealing at this moment, was this the next natural step in his spiraling emasculation? Was this where things were headed?

Corey gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling his palms moist with perspiration. Within arm's reach, the most important people in his life - one his bride of over twenty-eight years and the other a product of his loins - stared at him through the windshield, taunting him. Zane at one point grinned back at his older friend, flashing him devil horns. A year ago, that would have solidified their affection for rock and roll. Now, however, Corey wasn't so sure that was his intended message.

While he and Picardo had come to terms with their recently modified and peculiar friendship, the project manager at times felt very vulnerable. Zane, a bull? Really? Although it seemed surreal, it was technically accurate. One-night stands were traumatic enough. Could Corey handle the intensity of his wife having bona fide boyfriends? Would their marriage survive these fantasies realized? These kept him awake at night, gnawing at his twisted gut.

And then there was DeAndre. He could see the way Lauren leaned into him while chatting. The wry smiles, the fingers lingering on his chest. Listening to their daughters' escapades the previous evening had obviously stoked her curiosity. And ambition.

A passing air horn from a semi on the highway caused everyone to flinch, signaling the end of the break. Corey was surprised when Caroline jumped in the front seat with him, allowing Lauren to scramble into the back with her daughter's friend.

"What?" the girl answered her father's questioning expression. "Can't a daughter hang with her daddy? Besides, you need some serious help with those tunes."

Corey mustered a weak chuckle, his heart sinking deeper into his chest. The question pierced his fatherly facade, a painful reminder of the shifting dynamics within their family. He desperately wanted to believe it was Caroline's innocent desire to spend time with him, yet below it all, it whispered subtle, insidious suggestions.

As Zane cranked up the U-Haul, the two drivers signaled each other and began the long crawl back to highway cruising speeds, forcing Corey to shelve his doubts. He was glad to continue the trip but was beginning to fear the price that may have to be paid.

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A loud moan escaped Amy's lips while several fingers continued their exploration into her soft and slick pussy. As they moved in and out as one, her cunt walls clenched around them, feeding off the now erratic heartbeat pulsing through wet digits.

"Mmm, oh yes..."

Drawing on memories of her and Lauren, she harked back to the party at Jack Carter's penthouse apartment. Images of her, Lauren, and the two fraternity brothers Tony and Tommy going at it seared her masturbating mind. Especially when picturing Lauren's sloppy hole, puckering, hungry, waiting for Amy's tongue to take her to new heights. And she did, while the two boys looked on in amazement. It wasn't every day one got to witness Sapphic love between women of such varying ages. But they did. And loved it.

"Fuck."

The imaginings continued to come, fast and furious. Her tongue in Lauren's slit, lapping up the sweet acidic juices that flowed. Pink on pink, velvety, plush.

"Yesssss."

The two tribbing, hips joined in one continuous pelvic thrust, clit against clit.

"That's it."

Tony and Tommy kneeling before the raven-haired wife from Iowa as she serviced them, head on a pillow. The scorching heat from all four as they fell together in a cacophony of moans.

"SHIT!"

Lauren cumming. Amy cumming.

"Nuhhhhhhggggnnn," her lips drew into a sneer, "Oh, baby, yes."

Suddenly, her spine curved like a bow, back muscles tightening and flexing. Beneath her, the bedsheets twisted and wrinkled as she arched higher, grinding wildly against some invisible force. Like a freight train, it hit, a string of indiscernible utterances, moans, and whimpers pouring out of a gaping mouth as a flood of wetness soaked Amy's thighs, fingers flailing.

As the peak passed, the young blonde slowly lowered her back to the mattress, a contented sigh beginning the march back to regulated breathing. Body relaxed, she loosened her grip on the sheets and relished the warmth between sticky legs. A serene smile graced Amy's lips as her mind slowly returned to reality.

She could not wait for her friend to return home.

Please hurry home.

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As the Volkswagen barreled down the freeway, it was understandable that Corey was a little distracted from his driving duties. Occasional glances at his wife sitting next to DeAndre in the backseat stirred visions that felt obscene with his daughter just feet away. It felt...well...wrong.

And yet arousing.

As the miles passed, Lauren leaned in closer to her daughter's boyfriend, her body language, tousled hair, and coy laughter clear in their intentions. It wasn't overt, but DeAndre seemed to pick up what she was laying down. Sitting in the front seat, Caroline feigned obliviousness, engaging her father in idle and meaningless conversation, all while sharing a knowing grin with the two in the back. The younger woman didn't mind the flirting. It was evident she and her mother were cut from the same cloth sexually. Besides, DeAndre wasn't someone Caroline was committed to; they simply enjoyed fucking. The idea that her undeniably attractive mother had captured her friend's attention only added to the excitement.

Two hundred miles later, both girls dozed off. One with her bare feet resting on the Volkswagen dashboard, the other with her head nestled on the shoulder of a burly steelworker. Soon enough, he too succumbed to sleep, his woolly hair brushing against the window. Through the windshield, the road stretched out monotonously before Corey, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the soothing melodies of classic rock on the radio. Now and then, he would glance at the sideview mirror to ensure that Zane was still following close behind. With his wife snuggled comfortably against the sizable black man, peculiar images of DeAndre with Caroline, and then with Lauren, fired in Corey's mind like a steak cooking on a hot grill. Vibrant and twisted, these illicit visions morphed and evolved as he pressed the accelerator, passing the speed limit.

DeAndre and Lauren awakening, hands exploring each other's bodies. 

Their lips meeting in a hungry, feverish kiss, a pink tongue flicking from ebony cheeks into white ones. 

Sighs and moaning. Clothes rustling. Skin. Lots of skin.

The images were so clear there was no need to look in the rearview. Even as meaningless green and white exit signs flew by, the backseat was transforming into a virtual play pit where black and white bodies contrasted in a flurry of foreplay, then outright fucking. Consumed with such wayward thoughts, a hand drifted from the steering wheel to his crotch, where he cautiously squeezed and petted a growing cock beneath rumpled denim jeans. Every so often his eyes flitted over to his daughter who was slumbering peacefully only a yard away, feet planted firmly against the windshield. Being caught would surely be the death of him. And yet...

With his throbbing six inches straining against ungiving fabric, the friction sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. The back of the Jetta took on an ethereal, translucent light as otherworldly hallucinations took over.

Silhouettes of figures entwined in a passionate embrace.

A symphony of moans and sighs filling the cabin.

Lauren begging to be fucked by a big black cock, admonishing Corey for his inadequacies.

'Why can't you satisfy me like other men can?'

Whispers of passion swirled around his head, their murmurs of longing and exaltation echoing through Corey's mind, causing his fingers to aggressively trace the outline of his erection beneath the jeans. It became increasingly necessary for the older man's consciousness to be divided between steering and the caressing of his rock-hard dick. The rules of the road were losing.

'Do you see what he does to me? Do you see how he makes me come unglued?'

SHIT! Did that come from the passenger seat? Startled, he glanced over to see Caroline, head propped up with one hand, grinning, staring at the tent in his pants.

NO! 

And then she wasn't. In a blink of Corey's eyes, his daughter was asleep once again, snoring even.

Fap, fap, fap.

'Why can't you do this to me, loser? Why can't you be a REAL man anymore?'

The old vacation photo of Lauren and he dangled from the rearview mirror, her smile mocking him. His hand continued to move against the bulge in his denim, grasping, pulling, and prodding. Meanwhile, fifty feet behind the Volkswagen, Zane noticed the sedan gently swaying between the white lines. It wasn't anything perilous, but attention-worthy, since their speed has increased significantly.

'Does it hurt, Twisty?' Lauren's disembodied voice oozed with sadistic pleasure. 'Knowing that there is cock filling me in ways yours no longer can? Does it sting, knowing that you'll never be enough?'

A small gasp escaped Corey's mouth, imperceptible over a Pearl Jam song. The hallucination's humiliation cut deep, but he savored it like a sweet morsel of crab meat.

Fap, fap, fap.

The pressure and heat building in his underwear were nearly unbearable now, driving him to the brink of madness. Every squeeze brought Corey closer to the edge. Imaginary screams of rapture tormented him as his hips began to buck.

'Go ahead, Cuck,' Lauren's ghost taunted, 'stroke that pathetic cock of yours. That's all it's good for these days.'

Corey grimaced. The Jetta involuntarily changed lanes, forcing two other cars to swerve with horns blaring. A profusion of cum erupted into the project manager's tighty whities, flooding his thighs with sticky goo. The reality of masturbating just feet from his sleeping daughter suddenly hit him and instantly turned his stomach. Hastily, he overcorrected the drift, first skirting the shoulder, then shooting into the middle lane where the sedan's trajectory was finally stabilized.

Wild eyes peeked first at Caroline, then in the backseat. Thank God. Beyond a little jostling, all three passengers were still sleeping, serenity on their faces. Slowly but surely, a calmness returned to Corey's breathing. He felt and saw a small wet spot forming in his crotch just above his pants leg.

For Christ's sake.

Just then his cell rang. It was Zane.

"What the fuck are you doing up there, dude?"

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Chloe Ceallaigh and newly minted boyfriend Charlie Weber stepped from the back door of Randy Sandy's and savored the humid air. The club tended to crank the ac at max, and after eight hours, the warmth felt good. Glad to have made it through another shift, they simply wanted to go back to their apartment and enjoy a quiet evening together. Secretly, the young man was more than happy to go home. It beat driving Chloe's alter ego Autumn Breeze to another 'date'. The last time he had waited for a good three hours in a parking garage while her client did God knows what to her. It was something she didn't talk about, and although he was eternally curious, something he didn't press her on.

As they reached Charlie's Kia Soul, a long, sleek limousine pulled into the lot, gravel crunching until it glided to a stop in front of them. With a wary eye, they watched as a back window rolled down, revealing a handsome, debonair man in his forties.

Chloe smiled.

Santiago 'Hammertoe' Pimento. 

A notorious figure associated with the Ruidoso Clan, Santiago was known for his involvement in a variety of crimes in South Florida, including racketeering, loan sharking, and prostitution. He also had a taste for BDSM with young girls. Chloe was one of his favorites, despite having his own stable of hookers. Another man, dressed impeccably in full chauffeur gear, stepped out and approached the couple. His voice was calm and businesslike.

"Miss Autumn, my boss is in need of your services tonight. He's throwing a party."

Chloe's shoulders slumped, face etched with disappointment. She had been looking forward to a quiet evening in, away from the demands of her profession.

"I'm not really dressed for a party."

The chauffeur glanced back at Santiago, who waved his hand.

"Mr. Pimento will double your normal fee."

The stripper-escort narrowed her eyes. That would mean four grand more for her retirement fund, all for a few hours of work.

"You have to go through the service," she told him. Everything had to go through Prurient Stables or there would be trouble.

The chauffeur cleared his throat. "Please check your phone."

Chloe paused and dug the device from her purse. Sure enough, there were three messages from Prurient asking if she would accept the assignment.

"Mr. Pimento realizes this is a last-minute request, so he is prepared to add a handsome bonus too, which the service need not know about."

Charlie could see the wheels turning in his girlfriend's head. "Your call, babe. That's a lot of money."

Actually, it was a no-brainer. A small fortune for just being what she was, a whore.

"Sure thing," the redhead nodded and started towards the limo. "I'll see you at home later," she told Charlie, surprised when he grasped her elbow.

"I want to go too."

"What? Oh no, Chaz, that's against the rules. Besides, you REALLY don't want to go."

Her client's term for gangbang was 'party', and as exciting as porn made them out to be, they weren't pretty. Especially for budding romances.

"Yes...yes, I do."

"No! No, you don't."

Finally, Santiago spoke, a bit of impatience in his Spanish accent.

"Let him come," he grinned, a grill of gold teeth shining in the lot lights. "We'll make a man out of the boy."

"Shit!" Chloe wrested her arm from Charlie's grasp, clearly displeased. "Now you've done it. Do you have any idea who this guy is? What he likes?"

The club runner's face fell. He didn't mean any harm. It was just that he wanted to be part of every aspect of her life.

"I'm sorry."

A sneer formed on the stripper's lips.

"Alright," she growled, thick with annoyance. Breaking from Charlie's side she blew past the driver and ducked into the limo.

"I guess it's fuckin' take your child to work day."

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DeAndre Brown's eyes fluttered open as a particularly nasty bump in the highway jostled him from a deep sleep. Head heavy from the disturbed nap, he began to sit up straight, only to realize his girlfriend's mother was still asleep in the crook of his arm. A quick look at the front seat confirmed Caroline was out as well. There was little else to do, so he cast his gaze downward, letting his eyes wander over the stunningly beautiful mature woman leaning against him. The resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny. Sure, Lauren was older, but beyond a few crow's feet and lines on her hands, her body was nothing short of flawless. A MILF by any other name. Tight, lithe...simply spectacular. Braless petite breasts, unrestricted beneath the tight turtleneck sweater, and their dark areolae, beckoned to be thumbed and pinched. Further below, fitted mom jeans contradicted their textbook definition, actually accentuating her curves and hinting at a nice, juicy cameltoe.

The virile black man sighed. In another place and time, he could see himself making this woman scream his name instead of her husband's. It wasn't like he was averse to fucking married women. Still, he checked himself; having been invited along to help this nice family move and hang out with them, this was not that place and time.

For now, he'd settle for whatever fell into his lap.

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The air was filled with tension and simmering salacity as Hammertoe's sleek black limo headed to the swanky part of town. Chloe sat next to the mob boss in white leggings and sports bra, staring with exasperation at Charlie, who sat opposite the pair, looking back with inquisitive eyes, not sure if he had made the right decision to come along. The young man was used to most of 'Autumn's' clientele. Most were married, not particularly attractive, and unsure of themselves. This guy was different. Sitting confidently with one hand on Chloe's knee, Santiago looked like he was in organized crime. Fancy suit and vest, exuding an attitude that was just north of cocky. Contrary to most mobsters depicted in the movies, Pimento was fit and handsome with a chiseled face and well-groomed beard, meticulously shaped to trace the outline of a strong jaw. Yet, in his eyes, there was something sinister, something depraved. Scary, but invigorating.

"And who is this again?" the dapper capo squeezed Chloe's leg while evaluating the unexpected guest with a guarded eye.

"This is Charlie. He works with me at the club. We're...roommates."

The hand moved up to the inside of a thigh. "Is that right?"

Roommates? It was clear from that introduction that Chloe did not want their true relationship revealed.

"That's right," Charlie feigned a smile. "Roommates."

Why the hell had he asked to come along?

The man they called Hammertoe blinked, then cocked his head to one side. "I have been watching you, amigo. The way you've looked at her since we left the club...the uncertainty when I laid my hand on her...the unspoken agitation when I touch her. This is not the indifference of someone who is simply a roommate. Or even a friend."

Neither Chloe nor Charlie said a thing.

"If this is true," Santiago continued, "you won't mind me doing this."

With a boldness one would expect of someone in his position, he moved the hand to the redhead's crotch. Using most of his fingers, he began massaging her pussy through the tights. Chloe gasped, then spread her legs wider.

"We've been friends too, haven't we, Autumn? For a very long time."

The stripper agreed and let out a moan.

The color drained from Charlie's face, but he did not look away.

"You see, roommate, she is without a doubt my favorite whore. The nastiest of the nasties."

Hearing his longtime friend and now the love of his life being called out made his cheeks flush, the heat radiating to his ears.

"Oh, you didn't know? Has she not told you of her adventures?"

Chloe's eyes widened, protesting his disclosure, but slammed shut again when he pressed his palm into her crotch. "Mmmm."

"Dress up, role play, latex..."

Charlie swallowed hard. He dared not say a thing.

"Rimming, anal, plugs..."

The redhead's eyes opened again, head shaking a silent plea.

"Tight seals, slavery, assorted toilet play. Tell me, friend, have you ever pissed in her mouth? I must tell you, it's a thing to behold."

"Sir!" Chloe sat upright. "Please!"

Santiago grinned from ear to ear. "I'm sorry, love. I just thought Charlie here might want to know the things his roommate does for a living. Now, let's see. What can I do for you?"

Without asking, his fingers sank into her slit, taking the legging material with it. He could feel the cotton wick away the dampness as she cried out. Applying just the right amount of pressure, Pimento continued to tease her now swollen clit with gentle circles. The dancer's hips instinctively rose and ground against his touch, a silent plea for more.

"What do you want, slut?"

Squinting, Chloe opened her lips, but just slightly. "I want to cum, sir."

Charlie watched in quiet disbelief as the mob boss skillfully pleasured his girl, who was anything but complaining. With each dig, Santiago could feel the wetness increasing, the fabric growing slick beneath his fingertips. Both men could smell the sweet tang of her arousal as her pussy throbbed against his hand, begging for deeper penetration.

"Then do it, love. Cum for Santiago."

As Chloe arched her back, he used the other hand to press against the hard clit protruding through the mesh, drawing shudders of pleasure deep within.

"Oh...fuck..."

"What do you think, Charlie? Shall I let her cum?"

The boy's gaze flitted between the older man's face and hers. His mouth was arid, making it difficult to even move his tongue to speak. "Yes," he croaked weakly.

Chloe's hips bucked against the Spanish jefe's palm, with a need for release becoming undeniable. Pervasive keening filled the confined space of the limo, loud and unfettered. Even the chauffeur glanced in the mirror as the sounds grew in intensity. Santiago's touch became more insistent, his fingers slipping beneath her tights, finally making direct contact with her eager cunt. A finger plunged into the waiting slit, then another, responding to the tightness and warmth that enveloped them. Drenched pussy walls clenched around each digit, thankful for the incursion.

"Harder...f-f-faster," Chloe begged, words punctuated by gasps and moans. She was losing her mind now, slick wet noises accompanying the flowing juices that ran down her ass crack and onto the leather seat.

Hammertoe continued his relentless assault, hand a blur now as they hit just the right spots. Tensing and relaxing, the escort's muscles coiled like a spring as numerous fingers pistoned in and out of her. Soon, Chloe's nails were digging into the leather seat, her hips lifting to meet every thrust.

"Oh, god... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna fucking cum!" Chloe's voice quaked, lips quivering.

With a pleased look on his face, Santiago paused, then forced his entire fist into her pussy,

"Oh, FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK. Yes... yes... YES!"

With her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, Chloe's hips lifted from the seat, pressing her taut nipples against the fabric of her top, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. The odor was unmistakable as she came, drenching Santiago's hand with copious amounts of clear, sticky marinade. The crime boss held her tightly as her pussy clenched and released, clenched and released. His eyes were locked onto Charlie but his own arousal was clearly evident in the bulge straining against his pants. As the dancer's cries gradually subsided, her torso went limp, breathing ragged.

Santiago smiled. "And that is how friends take care of one another, yes?"

Chloe nodded and was about to say something, when the big man cut her off, grabbed a handful of red hair, and forced her to her knees on the floorboard.

"Now, from one friend to another..."

With a heart beating out of his chest, Charlie watched with disconcerted and perverted wonder as the stripper unzipped the wealthy criminal's fly and fished his cock out.

For the second time in as many weeks, he was going to watch his girl suck another guy's dick. 

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A yawn next to Corey caused him to glance over at his daughter, who was awakening from her nap. He glanced at his crotch, hoping there was no evidence from his little jerk-off session.

"How long still?" she asked, stretching.

"A little over an hour, give or take."

Looking back over her shoulder, Caroline saw Lauren still snoozing on DeAndre. The handsome black man had a big grin on his face.

Uh-huh, I know what you're thinking, ya perv, she wanted to say but didn't.

If there was one thing they both had in common, it was sex. Dirty, unwholesome sex. And after what he had said about her mother the night before...well.

'Your momma's hot, baby doll. Wouldn't mind laying this black pipe to her white snatch too.'

Caroline shook her head. She didn't own the guy, couldn't, and wouldn't tell him what or what not to do. But she couldn't lie: the prospect of the woman who had brought her into the world taking black meat was kinda hot. Whether it would actually happen was anyone's guess.

One thing was for sure though. Mom was definitely curious about black dick.

Would she ever cross over to the dark side?

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Chloe glanced at Charlie and saw the stew of jealousy, envy, misplaced anger, and arousal in his eyes. Without hesitation, and almost as punishment for asking to come along, she pumped the mobster's cock in her hand, feeling its pulsating veins and warmth. She could already taste the pre-cum oozing from the tip and ran her tongue over the glans. Condoms were a must for fucking, but not for blowjobs. At least not with this client.

Leaning forward, her lips parted, taking him into her mouth. With a long lick, she could feel it throbbing against her cheeks. Skilled hands stroking his shaft, her head bobbed up and down, taking more of him in with each pass. Occasionally the average-sized dick hit the back of her throat, triggering an involuntary gag reflex that lasted only a second but caused tears nonetheless. That was okay. Chloe wanted to please him, to show him why she was his favorite whore.

Santiago sunk back into the plush leather seats, fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to take him deeper. She obliged, letting him fuck her mouth with abandon. The sounds of wet slurping and moans filled the air, mingling with the already pungent smell of sex that hung heavy around them.

Charlie squeezed his erection below navy blue board shorts, watching as Chloe sucked off the criminal, her mouth working him hard with rhythmic suction and wet slurps. Corey Miller was right, the emotions he was feeling were a powder keg and were very hard to deal with. It really did hurt so good.

Santiago's gaze shifted towards the young man on the bench seat across from him, a knowing grin playing on his lips.

"This IS your girl, isn't it?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement.

Charlie, unable to hold Santiago's intense gaze, simply nodded.

The grin turned into a wide, wicked smile, Pimento's eyes glimmering with self-importance and dominance. "You enjoy seeing your girl get others off?"

The boy remained silent, unable to muster a response, choked by the angst and the stew of gut-wrenching susceptibilities that Corey had warned about.

The clan boss managed a hearty laugh between breaths hastened by Chloe's ministrations. It reeked of superiority. "Of course, you do," he cackled. "Why else would a guy date a stripper?"

Over time, his groans grew louder, a loose grip tightening on Chloe's red hair, growling primal grunts. With eyes trained on Charlie, he exploded in the dancer's mouth, hot spurts of his creamy cum shooting passed her gums. Remembering what the man liked, she held it in place, savoring the sweet smell and salty taste.

With the smuggest of looks, Chloe turned towards Charlie, making sure he had a front-row view of the depravity of her profession. The wide-eyed boyfriend simply tugged on his dick through his shorts and remained quiet while she opened her mouth, displaying a pool of cum, rolling it around with her tongue, feeling its thick, slippery texture against the roof of her mouth. Turning back to Santiago, the escort extended her tongue, allowing thick strands of his jizz to stretch and dangle, each droplet glistening in the passing street light. Finally, Chloe let it slide down her throat as effortlessly as a Pacific oyster.

"Now that," Pimento sighed, "is how friends treat each other, yes?"

The crackle of the limo's intercom startled pretty much everyone.

"Sir, we're here."

Looking out the window, the young man hadn't noticed them cross the causeway onto the wealthy Star Island. As he peered down a brick-paved, fountain-lined driveway to a magnificent mansion, Charlie suddenly realized he was about to witness yet another aspect of the girl he'd fallen in love with. 

And he wasn't sure he was going to like it.

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon when the Miller caravan peeled off I-24 at the Clarksville, Tennessee exit, and followed signs to the Tobacco Row B&B. Heeding earlier instructions from the owner, Corey pulled the Volkswagen behind the bed and breakfast and stopped in front of what looked like an old building with a fresh coat of paint. Zane wasn't far behind, the bright headlights of the U-Haul sweeping across the parking lot. As they stretched their legs, the quintet took a moment to survey the surroundings. Just as advertised, a converted barn stood before them with rustic charm. Its weathered wooden exterior alluded to its history, while modern upgrades such as illumination and vinyl trim added a touch of flair. Lauren smiled her approval at Corey. She should have expected this; the quaintness of the place was right up his alley. Too bad they were here for only one night.

While the others waited with the cars, Corey walked to the office, enjoying the brisk winter air that filled his lungs. Inside, he was greeted by the smell of freshly baked cookies. The elderly couple who owned the place introduced themselves as Hal and Bertha Strikestra and invited him to sign in on an old-fashioned registrar, fountain pen, and all. With a warm smile, Bertha handed him a set of keys and leaned over the counter.

"I hope you have a lovely stay, dear. We just love having wholesome families stay with us."

She went on to tell him about how the old barn had three bedrooms, central air, and an attached solarium at the rear of the barn, recently updated to house a small, heated pool. "Feel free to swim if you'd like."

Knowing everyone in their party was traveling light, Corey didn't think frolicking in a pool was on the agenda, but he thanked them anyway, and made his way back to the others.

Amused at having real keys instead of the more modern key cards, Corey unlocked the front door and held it open as the others entered, each carrying their own overnight bags. Inside, the Airbnb exuded a charming rustic vibe, with wooden beams and cozy furnishings. The air was scented with a hint of lavender, and fake candles burned throughout. The first floor contained a kitchen and a door to a glass atrium where the pool was. Up a steep flight of stairs, there was a sitting area with a large screen TV and the bedrooms. One had two queens, while the other two were kings. Being the odd man out, Zane threw his carry-on onto one of the queens and left to check on Bessy, hoping she hadn't tipped on the trip down. With DeAndre and Caroline claiming one of the kings, Lauren unpacked some toiletries in the other. While the travelers settled in, Corey searched for a local pizza joint that delivered both pies and beer. After being in the car for nine hours, none of them felt like going out for dinner, but they all felt like drinking.

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Chloe and Charlie stepped out of Santiago's limo, pausing in the driveway to appreciate the scenery. In the middle of the circular drive was a spectacular three-level fountain, the water lazily bubbling from the top and cascading over the sides of each tier. An expansive manicured lawn stretched for a hundred yards each way, all the way to rows of privacy bushes. On either end of the home were towering palm trees gently swaying in the tropical breeze.

"Have you been here before?" Charlie asked, mouth agape.

"No," Chloe whispered back. "Never. We usually just meet at hotels."

Inside, the foyer was a sight to behold, adorned with cool marble flooring and not one, but two, crystal chandeliers emitting a soft glow over the room. Its intricate design, reminiscent of swirling waves, added a touch of whimsy to the opulent space.

Adding to the ambiance, the walls were lined with tastefully curated works of art, each piece carefully chosen to enhance the decor. Paintings depicting vibrant tropical scenes were meant to transport the viewer to distant shores, while sculptures, carved from precious materials, evoked a sense of timeless beauty.

But the centerpiece of the entrance was a grand staircase, its steps covered in a plush carpet that invited a long climb. On the second floor, along the top of the landing, were several portraits of men, all stoic, all businesslike.

More mobsters, Charlie thought to himself.

Eerily, a stunning brunette in a shimmering evening gown appeared almost from thin air and stood next to Chloe. The dress clung to every curve, quite literally a woman with an hourglass figure.

"Welcome, Autumn. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Layla, please follow me."

Extending her hand, the brunette held the sultry redhead's and began to lead her up the staircase to the second level. Charlie watched with intense interest while the girls ascended, savoring the sight of Layla's perfect ass. There was something about the way she had used her free hand to hold her dress up to keep from tripping that was elegant yet foreboding. Doing so caused the side to split to her waist, revealing much more leg than a modest lady would have intended. As they disappeared from view, he found himself in an empty foyer. No butler, no staff, no Santiago. Nobody.

What the fuck?

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"Thanks for the pizza, guys," Zane flashed a thumbs up while tossing a crust into an empty box. "I'm stuffed."

The others nodded in agreement, pushing back from the picnic table next to the pool where they had decided to while away the hours until bedtime. Lauren noticed Corey's furrowed brow and a distinct look of pain on his face.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Headache. Guess from all that driving."

"Did you take aspirin?"

"Yeah, it hasn't done a thing."

Caroline eyed her father meekly and glanced at DeAndre, who nodded back imperceptibly.

"Um, I have something that might help." From a small purse, she produced a tin of confections and opened it. Inside were six or seven spheres of joy, sugary coatings glistening in the solarium lights. She appeared nervous in even offering them. After all, this was her father, the one who had lectured her on drugs her entire life.

Zane perked up. "And you got this through TSA how?"

"That's not important," DeAndre winked.

"You got enough to share?"

With a sly smile, Caroline dropped a small candy into Zane's hand, then her boyfriend's, before popping one in her mouth.

"Mom?"

Lauren grinned without hesitation. "I'm game. Babe? It really might help."

Corey delayed his response. Not because he was opposed to getting high, of course, but even in this day and age, it felt awkward at the prospect of imbibing with one of his kids. Still, was it really any different than having a drink with her? And certainly not as taboo as listening to her have sex the night before.

"Sure, hit me."

Everyone took a long draw on their beer to wash the edibles down and leaned back in their chairs. It wasn't long before Lauren and Caroline were pulling at their travel clothes. The solarium was a balmy eighty-five degrees, and heavy tops and jeans weren't cutting it.

Deciding to change, the girls stood and walked around the table, both subtly placing their hands on Zane's back, causing the biker to lock eyes with Corey. If the touches were meant to be discrete, they were anything but. Corey swallowed hard as his wife's fingers trailed across his best friend's shoulder.

"It's not the heat, it's the humidity," DeAndre quipped, watching the women disappear through the door leading to the Airbnb.

"You ever been to South Florida, man?" Zane asked.

"Nope."

"Then you ain't felt humidity yet, bro."

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Charlie's mind raced with anxiety and uncertainty as he was ushered into a room where four other men and Santiago waited with drinks in hand. Like the mob boss, they were all dressed smartly in suits and ties. Associates, no doubt.

The furnishings were sparse, but there was no mistaking this for anything but a playroom. To one side was a gothic four-poster king bed with plush pillows and a thick mattress. Along one wall was a hand-carved wooden rack filled with sex toys, on full display like pool cues might be in a suburban rathskeller. In the corner, a sex swing was suspended from the ceiling by four sturdy straps. Leather hand and feet restraints dangled from the soft and moldable cowhide seat, waiting.

Where the hell was Chloe?

Pimento had surely brought her here for sex, that much was certain. How and when was less so.

"You not going to be any trouble, eh?" Santiago asked in broken English, looking pointedly at the young boy.

Charlie felt his hands get sweaty. "No sir."

Why the hell had he called him that? 'Sir' was a show of respect, and this guy was nothing but a rich thug.

"Good. We don't want no trouble." With a clap of his hands, the older man raised his voice. "Bring her in."

The men's attention was drawn to a pocket door that slid open without a sound. The gorgeous brunette that had greeted them upon arrival entered first, holding a leash. On the other end, behind her on all fours, crawled Chloe, now fully immersed in her Autumn Breeze persona. Charlie gasped. Seeing his freshly minted girlfriend looking slutty was an everyday occurrence at the club, but this was next level. Dressed in a tight black twist-back leather halter, matching mini skirt with no panties, and thigh-high boots with silver grommets, she looked like the devil's plaything. A gold spiked collar was snug around her neck, guided by a leash that Layla held taut.

A murmur of approval rose amongst the nameless guests, their ravenous eyes fixed on the escort's voluptuous figure as she crawled towards them on all fours. Her movements were deliberate, each motion calculated, like a leopard stalking its prey. Slinking slowly towards the middle of a circle, Chloe moved gracefully, knees protected by boot leather, hands careful not to land on the long red mane that cascaded down around her cheeks and trailed on the floor. With pendulous breasts straining against a swaying top, those bright green eyes flickered from one man to another, locking onto each of them as she passed. A seductive smile played on her lips, assuring each she was there on her own accord and ready for some fun.

"Gentlemen," Santiago announced with a sneer, "the bitch is here for breeding. Shall we oblige her?"

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Lauren was pulling one of Corey's thread-bare Iowa Cyclones tees over her head when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. It was Caroline, now dressed in a red bandeau tube top and Daisy Duke shorts.

"Zane looks good, don't you think?" the twenty-seven-year-old asked as Lauren slipped on a pair of hot pink terry cloth running shorts.

"Have you, um...been with him since Bakersfield?" The younger woman was clearly fishing.

The look on Lauren's face was hard to miss. "You mean, more recently than you?"

Caroline froze, but just for a second. "So, I take it you know."

They stared at each other for a long period. Now with a common lover, the tension in the room was as powerful as one would expect. No longer were they just mother and daughter to each other. They were competitors.

"Mom, it just happened."

Lauren laughed. "Save it. You went to his house and seduced him. There's nothing else to say."

"It...it..."

The girl's shoulders dropped. It was no use. Her mom was right. She had no comeback for that.

"You had spoken so...highly...of him when I visited you, well, I just had to find out for myself."

"And?"

Caroline's jawlines became softer. "He rocked my world."

The two stood blinking, expressionless, until mischievous grins began to form on both faces.

"Mine too," Lauren acknowledged. "Several times."

"How long ago?"

"Just last week."

"And Dad?"

"A bystander. Sort of."

"Jesus fuck, Mom. I can't tell you how freakin' wild that is. You guys went from a Norman Rockwell painting to a Larry Flint article in under a year."

"A lot has changed, sweetie." Lauren gave her daughter the once over. She had grown into her body nicely, young and tight in all the right places. A spitting image of herself at thirty. "A LOT."

The tension that had been so sharp began to be replaced by another feeling. A weird, infallible, and gamy aura. Both felt it; neither wished it away. Finally, Caroline mustered some courage.

"How was he?"

Lauren's lips curled into a knowing smile. "As good as you remember. Rough, in charge...considerate. I'd ask how Mr. Brown is too if I hadn't already heard the audiobook last night."

Caroline put her hand softly on her mother's shoulder and squeezed.

"You can fuck him if you'd like, you know."

Lauren's pulse quickened, the smile leaving her face. She was still the girl's mother after all.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Mom. I think we're beyond the mother-and-daughter thing, aren't we? Maybe it's time to be friends."

The older woman stiffened at the hot breath on her neck and acknowledged the irony. "Maybe."

"Good," the younger brunette whispered as she turned and walked out of the room. "Then let your conscience be your guide."

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A wave of emotions came over Charlie as he watched Chloe crawl towards the men. His heart raced, torn between his love for her and the reality of the situation. Part of him wanted her all to himself. But he knew that wasn't realistic. She was a sex worker. It was all she knew how to do, and in turn, it was clearly fueling his budding cuckold fetish. The sight of his girlfriend's seductive moves, her ass high in the air as she shuffled on all fours through a throng of legs, stirred the stew of fascination and jealousy that he battled internally. It was truly a primordial contradiction, to possess...or to witness?

The thought of Chloe having sex with others - and to be honest - finding pleasure in it too - evoked a sense of arousal, vulnerability, and a strange sense of liberation in the boy. Charlie knew he was at a crossroads, but at the moment, there was very little else he could think about as she stopped in the middle of the circle, rose to her knees, and looked up at the five gentlemen, eyes full of desire. Her fiery red hair cascaded around sloping pale shoulders, some of it falling over her chest, some down her back. Now at eye level with the guests' crotches, her face seemed primed to be violated, especially when she began licking her full, red lips. The leather halter was almost laughable in what it covered, pushing sizable tits up, and nearly over, the top, while the mini skirt fluttered in the breeze from an overhead fan. Whether her lust was simply an act or real didn't matter much. Did it?

Gathering closer, each man pulled his own cock through the fly of freshly pressed suit pants, their fingers stroking in anticipation. Chloe's hands instinctively reached out, her fingers wrapping around the first man's stirring shaft, giving it a firm stroke, feeling its heat and hardness in her palm. Gradually, she made the rounds, working the magic she'd spent years honing, turning a wobbly mass of flesh into carnal steel. The redhead's touch was confident and skilled, delicate digits exploring every inch, teasing and coaxing each dick to its fullest potential. Every so often, the girl would steal a look at her boyfriend, who stood conspicuously away from the crowd, a look of confusion and arousal on his face.

'You wanted to come along,' Chloe's narrowed eyes seemed to say in contempt. 'Now behold the whore you fell in love with.'

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A brief quiet fell over the conversation, one of those disquieting lulls that people say happen every so often. Zane filled the void by tossing beers to the other men from the twelve-pack that was delivered along with the pizza. Searching for something to talk about, Corey remembered what Caroline had mentioned about her friend.

"Never seen an ocean, huh?"

The big man shook his head. "Nope. Only on Baywatch."

There was another pause, but it didn't have anything to do with theories.

"Good Lord," Zane muttered under his breath just loud enough for the other two to hear.

All three turned to see Lauren and Caroline re-enter the room, back from changing. Lauren moved sensuously in the thin Cyclones tee and terry cloth shorts, the latter hinting at a clandestine cameltoe. Behind her was her daughter, denim shorts short enough to show plenty of ass.

"What we talkin' 'bout?" Lauren asked, grabbing two beers and sitting at the edge of the pool, legs dangling lazily in the heated water.

"How DeAndre's never seen an ocean," Corey offered.

"You'll like it. It's wet and warm," Caroline quipped, taking one of the beers from her mom and taking a seat next to her.

"Most things wet are," Zane laughed.

"Then you'll like this," the girl giggled, kicking up a plume of water that drenched the biker.

"Oh yeah?" Picardo responded, quickly closing the space between his chair and the pool, then pushing her off the edge where she landed with a splash. Moments later the brunette surfaced, sputtering. Because the water line was not quite high enough to conceal her breasts, the outline of her meaty tits was clearly visible through the waterlogged tube top.

"Goddamnit, Zane, what the fuck?"

Lauren tried to suppress a snicker but couldn't.

"Oh, is that how it is?" Caroline shot back at the family matriarch, wiping her nose. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed her mother's arm and yanked her off the platform.

The men jeered as Lauren also entered the water with a piercing yelp. Seconds later, she too came to the top, spitting water from her mouth.

"God, Cee," she gurgled.

Both women then looked down at their clothing and began giggling uncontrollably. The guys peered down from the loungers too, enjoying what they saw. Hair, once perfectly brushed, now clung to their faces and shoulders, wet and glistening. Tops clung to buoyant breasts, nipples excited and hard, and once carefully applied makeup formed slight smudges around their eyes, providing a sultry, come-hither look.

"Now that's better than Dank's wet t-shirt night any day, eh?" Zane elbowed his friend.

By then, the edible was beginning to work its magic. Through glazed eyes, Corey stared at the pair in the water, his brain processing the sensory overload. His wife and little girl were hopping about in the water, leaving nothing to the imagination. Fuck.

"C'mon in, boys, the water's fine, fine, fine," Caroline called out while lazily swimming to and fro. The hint of mischief in her voice was unmistakable.

DeAndre and Zane exchanged furtive glances. It was an invitation that many men couldn't resist, and they weren't about to be the ones that would. With silly grins sliding across their lips, they stripped off their shirts, revealing much different physiques. One young and black, with the ripped muscles and tight abs one would expect of a construction worker. The other white and older, yet fairly fit for a guy in his late fifties.

Corey's eyes widened as he watched his daughter's boyfriend and his best friend prepare to join the ladies in the pool. He couldn't deny the erection growing in his boxers and cursed himself for finding this in any way, shape, or form to be erotic. Still, he couldn't help but compare the bulges in the men's white briefs to his own. Pathetic, really.

Caroline smiled as Zane and DeAndre approached the edge of the pool. Swimming behind her mother, she pressed her boobs onto her back.

"Nice packages, huh?" she whispered, nuzzling the older woman's neck. "Looky there."

For a second, Corey thought the guys were going to shed their drawers too. He sighed a bit of relief when they decided against it and eased themselves into the pool, skivvies and all.

"Damn, baby, you look fine as hell," DeAndre whispered as he tiptoed to her, strong hands finding their way to her waist.

Zane stood immobilized, staring at Lauren. So, he was in the pool with soaked underwear clinging to his dick. Now what? She looked as fuckable as he'd ever seen her, but the fact that her husband was undoubtedly watching their every move was a bit of a cock block. And yet, isn't that what his buddy liked? It wasn't until she shuffled over and put her arms around his neck that he relaxed.

But only for a minute or two.

"Chicken fight!" Caroline yelled, clambering up DeAndre's back onto his shoulders.

Lauren looked at Zane with a knavish smile, who simply shrugged. With a little help, she managed to straddle his muscular neck, feeling the heat between her thighs as she shifted to find balance. He returned the smile as her tits pressed against the back of his head through the wet tee, hardened nipples brushing against his skin.

With DeAndre and Zane sharing a grin, the girls on their shoulders locked arms and began a fiery effort to topple each other. Corey watched from the pool deck, mind blazing with THC, cock hard. His stoned vision could only focus on the two sets of tits flopping about, constrained only by the fabric of their weak tops. Especially Caroline's, whose tube was struggling to contain her considerably larger breasts, nipples poking out as if they were going to slice through the material. Shivers shook his spine.

Get a grip, asshole. That's your daughter.

The battle raged on as the gallant horsemen below the two fair maidens tried to maneuver in ways that would give their riders a tactical advantage. It didn't take long before the competitiveness of the women came out and they were trading soft but firm blows. Eventually, the momentum began to favor the younger couple and in a moment of desperation, Lauren reached out for Caroline, only to grab a handful of loose top. In that instant, quite unexpectedly, mom lurched forward and pulled daughter's tube down around her midsection, exposing the Denverite's pallid tits and leaving them to bounce unrestrained.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Lauren's hand went to her mouth.

Zane stopped maneuvering in the pool and gawked. DeAndre felt his girlfriend's freed tits whacking him on top of the head.

"Oh, hell yeah."

Through the fog of Delta-9, Corey saw his daughter's naked breasts flapping around, bolstered only by the tube top that was now around her belly. He opened his mouth to utter rebuke, to remind them that they were not at home anymore, but then realized no one else was around. That was the beauty of this Airbnb...total privacy.

"What are you laughing at?" Caroline cried out playfully and struck back, leaning over and merrily gripping her mother's tee. "Let's see YOUR tits."

With one pull, Lauren's oversized shirt came over her shoulders. In an instant, those itty-bitty titties were free, dampness from the discarded fabric forming rivulets between her small mounds, carving a path to her abdomen and waist.

Corey thought he was going to pass out. DeAndre and Zane simply maintained their grins.

Momentarily stunned, Lauren quickly recovered and pushed Caroline backward, causing her to fall off her boyfriend's shoulders and into the pool. The older woman soon lost her own balance and joined her daughter in the water.

Finding her footing on the concrete bottom, Lauren resurfaced, hands in the air, breasts lying flat against her chest. Literally.

"We win!"

Gleefully, she snuggled up to Zane who had swam to the other side to take a sip of beer. Putting her arms around his neck as matted hair stuck to her face, they floated together across the pool. Although Corey couldn't see below the water line, it was clear she had her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. Without regard to anyone else who may be looking, including her husband, Lauren gave Zane a kunik, and then kissed him. Not a celebratory peck, mind you. A full-blown, lips parted, tongue-touching kiss. On the other side of the water, Caroline had nestled into DeAndre's chest and those two also began nuzzling.

Corey squinted, trying to power through the euphoric buzz, his brain trying to comprehend what was playing out in front of him. His daughter, naked from the waist up, making out with her black boyfriend while his wife, also topless, French kissed his best friend, tits against his bare chest. To say the older man was out of his mind and cock rock hard was an understatement.

DeAndre was also trying to process what was going on. Here was his girl, titties out in front of her parents, while her own mom sucked face with her father's best friend. He shook his head when Caroline came up for air between kisses.

"Your family is total whack."

"You have no idea."

Meanwhile, Lauren and Zane were getting into it, lips smashing, tongues tangling hungrily, saliva mingling. Water splashed as the biker's big hands roamed freely over her body. That is until he happened to catch a glimpse of Corey sitting on the lounger, pale as a ghost.

"Um, what about him?" he asked calmly but cautiously. Although it wasn't the first time in front of his buddy, being intimate with the guy's wife - even endorsed - was still new and awkward.

"Just kiss me," she purred, turning his chin back to her ruby-red lips. "He'll take care of himself if you know what I mean."

Zane feared he did. Glancing over at Corey with one eye as Lauren began kissing him again, he wondered how things had gotten to that point. Here was his lifelong friend, apparently content to be a perpetual bystander, hand down his shorts, staring blankly at the two couples necking. The mechanic had resigned himself to the fact that his pal was simply different these days. All three of them had ushered in a new era marked by some weird dynamic driven by a fetish that Zane would probably never fully understand. It tested the biker's loyalty, of course, a bro code whose conventional sensibilities would keep him at bay from another's chick. And yet, the couple had invited him into their new reality, and, Goddamnit to hell, he did love that pussy. With a small sigh, Picardo folded his arms around his chum's wife and held her tight. If this is what the guy wants, then he'd certainly oblige.

Back in the lounge chair, Corey suddenly felt very high.

Caroline and DeAndre...

Lauren and Zane...

Bobbing in the water...

Kissing...

Groping...

Very, very high.

Needing water, he attempted to stand, trying to remember where the door to the kitchen was. Legs wobbling beneath him as they tried to support his weight, the loaded project manager managed to push himself off the chair and lurch towards something that looked like an exit but wasn't sure. With his body seemingly disengaged, Corey teetered and stumbled through the solarium, grasping at passing planters as he went. The erratic path did not go unnoticed.

"Dad, you okay?" Caroline stopped kissing DeAndre and shouted after him.

Lauren's brow furrowed in concern and Zane was about to go to him when he disappeared around a fake palm tree with a thumbs up.

"Maybe we should go in too," the impish daughter cooed, shuffling over to her mother and taking her hand. "We can check on him...and, you know...stuff."

Emerging from the pool together like two enchantresses, the women intertwined their fingers while water cascaded off their naked backs and down shapely legs. The men followed, spellbound, eyes glued to the firm, round asses in front of them, the wet fabric of their shorts clinging to buttocks that rippled with every step. The fact that these two were related made their dicks that much harder. The prospect of bedding them both was like having two sides of the same coin, yet different.

A lot different.

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With both hands each jacking a cock and her lips around another, Chloe continued servicing the five men on her knees, three at a time. They groaned at her deft touch, bodies swaying with the rhythm of proficient skills.

She too reveled in the ever-changing sensations--the warmth of a penis in her mouth and the firmness of another in her hands. Her lips moved with purpose, soft tongue dancing along the shaft of the lucky dick-of-the-moment as she bobbed her head, engulfing each member with voracious hunger. Having only one mouth, Chloe ensured the others were being cared for in the interim, hands gliding up and down engorged shafts, fingers caressing and squeezing. When she sensed one was about to blow, she moved on, her lips tight and wet, tongue exploring every ridge and vein.

From afar, Charlie watched as his new love moved from one cock to another, her mouth a mess of foam and spittle that stuck to the corners of her lips, creating arching strands of precum that stretched until distance broke the bond.

"Yes, yes, that's it, boys. Fuck my face like a dirty slut."

Glub, glub, glub.

"C'mon, is that all you got?" Chloe peered up at the men with an insolent but playful expression. "GIVE ME THAT NASTY SPUNK!"

A particularly well-hung one grabbed her hair and held her head fast, growling. Thrusting his engorged cock deep into the escort's waiting mouth, he fucked it with relentless force. Charlie could see her eyes widen, both surprised and overwhelmed at its girth. Like a pro, she relaxed her jaw, allowing it to graze her palate. Seconds later, the man groaned and came, sending a surge of blood-warm sperm to the back of her throat. Gagging, Chloe took most of it. What she could not, spilled over her gums and down her chin as she turned her attention to the next guy.

On and on she went, shifting her knees and boots around to service the other three, wheezing for air in between sucks and deep dives. Disappointment punctuated each man's desperation when she would pull her mouth off one cock to go to the other, but she always returned, lips open, eager and willing. Swaying in their crumbled suits and displaced ties, Chloe could sense the men were close. Picking up the pace, her mouth became a whirlwind, sucking, stroking; stroking, sucking, creating a perfect storm. This was, after all, in her job description.

Without warning, another one of the men tensed, his muscles contracting, a primal groan escaping his lips as he blew, this time dick in his hand and aimed at the whore's pretty face. Ropes of cum arced through the air, landing in Chloe's hair and on her cheeks. Now that the dam's spillway was unplugged, the others came hard, spewing out uncountable thick streams of white semen that rained down on the stripper in torrents. Purring and cooing as it dripped down her neck, she milked their dicks, coaxing out that one last spurt from each. Some of it managed to find its way onto her black halter top and provided a twisted contrast between the murky white liquid and a dark, porous fabric. From where Charlie was standing, Chloe's figure cast a fitting, glistening tribute to what a professional cumslut should be.

Wiping gobs of customer sperm from her eyes, she finally caught a glimpse of her friend, who, to her dismay, looked away in what seemed to be disgust and disapproval.

'I told you not to come,' she mouthed, as Layla scolded her for attempting to talk, yanked the leash, and led the redhead to the swing.

'I told you.'

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The first thing noticeable upon entering the Airbnb from the solarium was the temperature difference. Warm still, but with a lot less humidity. The second was loud snoring coming from the common area just before the bedrooms.

"Snakkkk, apppp, pewww."

"Still a freight train, huh?" Caroline gibed as they passed her father passed out on a couch.

While the others made their way to Zane's bedroom, stripping off wet clothes that hit the floor with a soft thwack, Lauren kissed her husband and draped a decorative throw over him.

"Corey, honey, are you okay?" she asked, caressing his graying hair.

Barely conscious, the sixty-one-year-old stirred and mumbled.

"I am soooooo fucking high."

That was all he could muster. His eyes remained shut, lost in his own hazy world.

Lauren smiled gently and tucked him in, then gazed towards where the others had gone. She was at yet another crossroads. The raven-haired beauty could either simply go to sleep for the evening and wake rested for the final push to Miami.

Or...

As the mother of two's gaze lingered on the doorway of decision, she ran her fingers through her damp hair, pushing it away from her eyes and throwing it over her shoulder. The midnight black locks hung down her naked back and slapped it like a wet rag, drops of water flying. With hopeful eyes fixed on Zane's room, she took a step forward, hands finding the waistband of her soaked terry cloth running shorts. Step by step, Lauren slowly peeled them down, first revealing the fox red tattoo with curled tail, inked in Miami on a whim, and sitting conspicuously above the bare labia of her pussy. Soon, her entire ass was visible, a testament to all those squats and lunges.

Bare cheeks rocked up and down until she reached the doorjamb and stopped. Inside, the air was heavy with anticipation. Caroline and DeAndre, both completely naked now, laid side by side on one of the queen beds, bodies slick with residual pool water and sweat, kissing. The sight of the latter's ebony skin against her daughter's pristine white flesh beckoned to the older woman's inner Kumiho, fueling her lust. Across the room, Zane sat in the other bed, his cock engorged and standing proud while watching the couple exploring each other, tongues dancing feverishly.

With a seductive sway of her hips, Lauren moved towards the mechanic, her bare skin brushing against his as she sat next to him on the edge of the bed. As he stroked his dick with one hand, his other found its way to her back, fingers tracing gentle circles that sent shivers down a delicate spine. Their eyes never left Caroline and DeAndre, the wet sounds of their kisses and the rhythmic movements of their bodies filling the room. Seconds later, the young girl sat up in bed and curled her legs beneath her. Without hesitation, Caroline's lips engulfed DeAndre's throbbing cock, tongue swirling and teasing, savoring the heady taste of salt and musk.

A mere three feet away, Lauren's breaths came out in ragged gasps, her pussy aching with need and panties soaked. Unable to resist, she seized control, brushing Zane's hand away from his throbbing erection. With a firm grip, she took matters into her own hands, matching Caroline's fervent cocksucking on the adjacent bed with a hunger that mirrored her own.

"Fuck, baby, that's good," DeAndre moaned, his voice thick with pleasure and admiration as he lifted his head slightly from the pillow. His eyes were ablaze as he took in the bawdy scene.

And oh, what a view it was.

Caroline's lips tightened around DeAndre's pulsating, eight-inch cock, showcasing a level of expertise that left Zane and Lauren utterly captivated. She skillfully stretched her mouth wide, effortlessly accommodating his thick girth that could rival a beer can, engulfing it deep into her throat. Meanwhile, DeAndre's sizable testicles swung heavily beneath, brimming with the promise of another powerful release. It didn't take long for his moans to grow louder, a clear indication of a mounting climax. Sensing that, Caroline slowed her pace, focusing solely on teasing the sensitive head of his cock. With a subtle motion, she beckoned her mother to join them on the mattress. Lauren looked hesitantly at Zane, then back at the big black cock waving in the air mere feet away. The conflict was palpable, the idea of her naked in a bed with her daughter both provocative and taboo. Lubricated by the gummies, beer, and her own twisted libido, she dismissed any reluctance and closed the gap between the beds quickly. With twinkling in her eyes, Caroline firmly grasped the back of Lauren's head and with a steady, almost forceful pressure, guided her mother's mouth onto DeAndre's throbbing cock, the tip glistening with precum.

"Suck him off, Mom."

The black man groaned as the Iowan wife's lips tried to fit around his shaft. While not the longest cock she had ever enjoyed, it was definitely the thickest. The musky sweet smell of semen hit her nose and caused it to crinkle.

"Yeah, momma, suck my dick," DeAndre lifted his head again, enjoying the view, hardly believing he was part of something very few men ever get to experience. The striking resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny...and very, very hot.

Caroline tightened her grip on Lauren's hair, urging her to take DeAndre deeper. Each push sent her boyfriend's enviable tool deeper down her mother's throat, frequently triggering a gagging reflex.

"Do you like that black cock, Mommy?" the younger woman would ask, allowing spittle to flow from Lauren's mouth before shoving it back down on the very dark, very veiny shaft.

Glub, glub, glub.

Fascinated by a side of her mom she'd never seen, Caroline began fingering herself with a free hand. While she had witnessed firsthand her mother's infidelity with that frat boy Tony, this was different. The likelihood that her father could come walking through that door and catch them all was downright deviant.

Her father.

Wonderful person, great dad. Cuckold.

While Caroline had accepted the fact that he had internalized a great deal of loneliness and jealousy in a fetish, inspired by the months he had spent by himself, the fact that he got off on watching other guys fuck her mom was still kind of hard to accept. This was the man that taught her how to play catch, fish, and yes, stand up for herself. And now he loved nothing more than to beat off while being sexually humiliated? Very odd indeed. Still, her parents were beholden to no one on how they should live their lives. And as someone who daily encouraged people's passions, paving the way for personal happiness, Caroline understood that this was a lifestyle that was emerging from the shadows and gaining popularity - or at least recognized acceptance - in society. Many people no longer looked at it as a mental illness, just another part of valid human sexuality. Perhaps it was time for the free-spirited girl to help her parents out.

Right at the moment, however, Mom was proving herself to be a first-class cumslut, bobbing her head up and down with abandon, swirling her tongue around DeAndre's massive and swollen head, stretching her mouth to accommodate the expansive girth.

"That's right," Caroline encouraged her, "Milk that shit with your tight throat. Show him what a hungry slut you really are."

Lauren's moans reverberated through the room. Such dirty talk pouring out of a mouth that she once breastfed was overwhelming, sending tremors down the older woman's spine. As waves of arousal crashed over her, her pussy responded eagerly, drenched with a surge of juices that flowed freely. Her ass wriggled enticingly in the air, a tempting invitation as she continued to lavish oral attention on the well-endowed black man before her.

"Please fuck me...oh God, I need to be fucked so bad!"

Accepting the challenge, the biker positioned himself behind Lauren, hands gripping her hips firmly, cock throbbing with the need to penetrate something...anything. With a low growl, he moved forward, sliding effortlessly into her slick canal. Just a few inches at first. Adjusting her pelvis to his height, he pushed again, this time filling her with the fullness she'd come to love. Something her husband could no longer provide, if he ever did. Suddenly a low guttural sound escaped the brunette's lips; a raw and untamed noise that reverberated through the room.

"Ohhhhhmmmmm..."

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As Layla tugged on the leash, Chloe heeled, crawling like an eager puppy on her knees, stilettos pointing at the ceiling. Lowering herself into the swing, the madame's grip tightened on the lead and commanded Chloe to 'sit like a good bitch'. The redhead obeyed, awaiting further instructions.

Slowly, Layla spread her legs, her tanned thighs opening the gap in her gown as they parted. Soon the dress appeared like an erotic husk around her lower body, showcasing a neatly trimmed bush and ever-moistening cunt. Yanking on the leash, Layla pulled Chloe's face to her belly, leering salaciously at the escort.

"You know what to do, slut."

The entire room gather closer as the bridled girl buried her face in the assertive woman's juicy pussy, lapping up the nectar that flowed from her cunny. Layla's moans mixed with the sound of slurping and licking, as Chloe's tongue worked tirelessly, thrusting and twirling, tasting and flitting. More than a few times, the grip on the leash tightened, guiding the whore's movements, urging her to be the obedient cum-slut she was.

Every lick, every suck, was an act of pure submission, and the men could barely contain themselves as they stroked back to full mast, eager to get another turn. The swing creaked as it began to sway from the motion of Chloe's cunnilingus. Layla's head hung back over the chair, hair dangling to the floor, mouth open as pleasure racked every fiber of her being. Instinctively her fingers found the stripper's crimson mane, pulling and pushing. Chloe responded eagerly, her tongue delving deeper into the pink wetness, lips forming a seal around an engorged clit.

Gradually, the brunette's knuckles grew white as Layla cried out, back arched, legs trembling. With little warning, a primal scream tore from her throat as a world-class orgasm ripped through her. Like a champ, Chloe continued nibbling at the woman's clit and didn't stop until she felt the telltale signs of post-climax collapse, hair being released and slack in the leash.

For just a moment, the entire room paused, four dicks in hand while the hired help surfaced from between glistening thighs and looked around.

"Well done, Autumn," Santiago clapped his hands and took the leash from his assistant. "Now...please allow us to reciprocate."

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Back on the couch in the Airbnb, somewhere in Clarksville, Tennessee, Corey's consciousness slowly returned, his head pounding as he groggily opened blurry eyes. The first thing he heard was a seemingly distant feral growl, a sound akin to an animal in the throes of passion, lost in the depths of the wilderness. Confusion and unease washed over him as he lurched to his feet, body heavy and disoriented.

Stumbling about, his glazed eyes landed on a trail of discarded clothing strewn haphazardly on the floor. Wet garments clung to his feet as he stepped through them, adding to the disorientation that surrounded him. They appeared to lead to the bedroom Zane had earlier claimed. Plodding forward, Corey's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse beating in his ears. Pushing open the bedroom door, his eyes squinted in disbelief and shock. There before him was the now familiar sight of his wife being taken by his best friend from behind, and his youngest daughter, naked as the rest of them, scrambling onto her boyfriend to ride him. All in the same bed.

Jesus, Joseph, and Mary.

Feeling faint, Corey grasped the doorjamb while each creak of the bed bending under every forceful jab could plainly be heard. Breathing labored, he watched his buddy fuck Lauren hard, her body trembling with an untamed fervor, any and all inhibitions obviously shattered. The growls were louder, more urgent, exactly like a wild beast getting plowed.

"Fuuuckkkk meeeee!"

"Yeah, slut," Zane grunted, slapping her ass. "God, I love your pussy."

"Yes, I'm yours, baby, all yours!"

At the head of the bed, Caroline moved swiftly. Facing DeAndre, she swung her legs over his pelvis, straddling his waist while placing her hands on his strong chest. With a seductive sway of her hips, the Miller girl guided her boyfriend's erection to her eager slit. As she slowly sank, she brayed as his ebony member, well-lubed from her mother's spit, slid inch by inch into her young pussy.

Corey's knees began to knock.

Oh no.

The lack of strength was no longer due to the edible. Reeling, he reached for the nearby empty mattress and flopped down on it, landing on his ass, somehow managing to escape notice from the others.

As a discordance of moans, soughing, and grunts filled the room, the older man felt considerable turmoil raging inside, twisting his gut into knots. Although he had listened to Caroline have sex less than twenty-four hours ago, this was on a completely different level. If that was wrong, then what was this? Where were his fatherly instincts to protect his child's innocence? How was this shielding her virtue? No, here he sat as disgust, guilt, shame, and arousal washed over him like some sick blister straining to be popped.

And then there was his best friend, humping Corey's wife from behind like a stray dog, both oblivious to everything but their own pleasure. Lauren's body was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, ass raised high in the air so Zane could better access her willing cunt.

That look. The look on her face...so primal, so alive, so full of lust. An expression that Corey had not seen in years. Moans and gasps were uttered through parted lips, long black hair tousled and tangled with perspiration, clinging to her forehead. The way her body responded was pure carnal poetry. Body arched, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as her tiny breasts hung down and swayed like two small pieces of flesh capped with nipples. With every push of Zane's dick, a wince of felicity played across Lauren's face.

But that wasn't the most erotic thing overloading the ambivalent wittol's senses. Next to his wife was Caroline riding her boyfriend cowgirl for all she was worth, hips doing a number on his thickness, a well-coifed pussy slamming down on that glossy black cock. Corey's eyes darted between the two women as their bodies moved in sync, their skin occasionally touching as they yielded to their yearnings. The similarities between the two were bizarre, blurring the familial differences. Slowly, but not without shame, the graying husband and father rubbed his crotch through his khaki pants. Although the war in his conscience was waged day after day, the current battle was being won by his ever-growing erection. It didn't help matters that his wife had her filthy mouth running.

"Fuck me harder, Zane, give me every inch of your cock!

"Don't hold back, baby! Give it to me rough and deep!"

The vile spewing from her mother seemed to spur on Caroline's efforts too. Doubling down on the ride she was giving DeAndre, she leaned back, propping her hands on his knees. With face to the ceiling, her mane of hair cascaded down her shoulders as her hips became a blur. In an instant, her body trembled, and moans escalated to desperate cries. Mouth open but no words, she came, and seconds later crashed on top of her boyfriend's chest.

Corey squeezed his bulge and narrowed his eyes in perverted mirth. He had just joined the very small populous of men who had ever witnessed their daughters having an orgasm. The coming days would judge him in the eyes of society, but for that night...

"I'm cumming!"

Behind Lauren, Zane had frozen and thrown his head back, howling at the suspended light fixture, no doubt unloading into her. After a couple more strokes, he pulled out, sporting a satisfied look, cum dripping from the tip of his hard and reddened cock.

Thankfully, the next couple of minutes saw a lull in the action. Lauren swiveled from all fours to sit legs beneath her, while Caroline rolled off DeAndre to take a seat next to him. For just a moment, the girls' eyes met and held, both realizing they'd crossed into the rarest of air. Small half-smiles were creeping across their faces when the hunky black man snapped them back to reality.

"Oh, shit."

All four looked to the other bed, finally noticing the huddled mass of the Miller patriarch staring back at them in the dim light.

"Cors," Zane muttered, dick flapping against his thigh.

"Shhh," Caroline hushed the mechanic with a finger to her lips.

Sliding off the mattress, she cautiously drifted across the space between the queen beds and sat beside her father.

"Are you okay?"

Corey nodded bleakly. "I think so."

The tent in his trousers beneath a cupped hand confirmed that.

This is wrong. What am I thinking?

"Are you angry?"

Across the room, the others were silent, looking for some indication of the older man's state of mind. Corey shook his head.

"So, you liked what you saw?" Caroline asked sweetly.

Another nod.

She took his chin in her hand and turned his uncertain face towards hers.

"Did you like seeing me fuck, Daddy?"

The young girl could see it in her father's eyes as they began to mist up. The shame, the remorse, the compunction. But there was more. Much more. The hint of immense arousal, the titillation, the angst. As taboo as it was, Caroline could see the fight he was putting up, draining his mind and body. He was putty in her hands, and both knew it.

"Would you like to see Mom taking that big black cock?"

The twitch beneath his pants answered her question. Lauren's lips curled at the corners but said nothing.

"She's already sucked his dick, you know."

An involuntary moan escaped Corey. He squeezed his small package again.

"Go on, take it out. You know you want to."

Watching his wife crawl to DeAndre's side, the aging hubby unbuckled his pants and slipped them off.

Caroline giggled. "And the underwear."

Hesitantly, Corey lifted his butt and slid off the navy-blue Hanes. He had never intentionally allowed his daughter to see his genitals, so to say stripping made him uncomfortable was an understatement.

"Are you shittin' me right now?" the black man whispered to Lauren, looking nervously between her and her husband. She shook her head as if to confirm.

"Cuck."

"No shit? I mean, I've screwed married broads before, but I don't think their hubs liked it."

"Welcome to my life."

DeAndre pulled the mature wife into his arms, fondling, groping, kissing. "Well, why didn't you say so? Let's fuck, Mom."

Caroline settled next to her dad as they both looked on.

"She looks so pretty, doesn't she, Daddy? See how his dark skin contrasts beautifully with her golden tan?" The younger Miller smirked as her father's wrinkled penis lurched with excitement.

That's pretty pathetic, Caroline simpered scornfully. No wonder Mom's no longer content. 

Across the aisle, Lauren and DeAndre lay naked on their sides, bodies pressed against each other while kissing. Corey watched intently as the young masculine African American caressed her cheek, that long shiny black hair falling disheveled against a fluffy white pillow. Their mouths groped hungrily, his thick tongue snaking passed her ruby lips, reaching deep. Soft moans escaped as their hands roamed freely.

Lauren breathed heavily while her delicate fingers explored the ironworker. This was as close as she'd been to any black man, and he was quite the specimen. With a broad and powerful chest, each pectoral muscle rippled with strength, blue veins snaking across them beneath his ebony skin. Biceps were thick and bulging, impossible to place her hand around them. Not that it mattered. Below, his legs were pure brawn. Perfectly sculpted glutes, meaty calves, and strong and sturdy legs. But the prize was this man's cock. Every bit eight inches and extra-wide, her fingers wouldn't even touch when she put her hands around it. Moreover, thick veins ran from the tip of the massive head to the base, pumping blood where it was needed most, while a forest of black, wiry pubic hairs rounded out a simply magnificent penis. The perfect fucking machine.

"They look like they belong together, don't they?" Caroline asked Corey as he slowly stroked his cock. "I don't think she'll want what you're selling much longer."

DeAndre's hands, large and calloused, glided along Lauren's supple form, teasing and tantalizing every inch of her. Fingers finding those small breasts - much smaller than Caroline's - he cupped them with just the right amount of pressure, eliciting low moans of pleasure from the older woman's lips.

Holy fuck! This was his girlfriend's mother! The construction worker had done some crazy shit in his life, but this took the cake.

Lauren shifted on the mattress, pulling herself on top of DeAndre and laying prone. Her slender limbs wrapped around his waist while kissing his neck and sucking on his dark and dusky nipples.

"Uh oh, Daddy," Caroline whispered. "I think she's going to fuck him."

The kisses grew more urgent, more fervent, as one of Lauren's hands ventured lower, sliding past the man's abdomen and wrapping around his throbbing cock, stroking it with a firm grip. DeAndre reached down between her legs and inserted one, then two beefy fingers into her pussy, almost immediately finding her swollen clit. This caused the older woman to cry out.

"Oh, he's definitely going to fuck her now."

After a minute or two of heavy petting, Lauren sat up on DeAndre's pelvis, a hand still on that engorged cock. Looking down between her thighs, her hair falling into his face, she carefully placed her slick labia against the tip of the throbbing shaft, rubbing it along her bare slit, but without penetration. The mere contact sent trembles down her spine, but she resisted the urge to sink on it, contemplating whether she could even accommodate its massive size. The past eight months had seen her pussy stretched by large dicks, but this one...

This one was a beast.

With facial expressions swinging between uncertainty and determination, Lauren bit her lower lip, eyes fixated on the throbbing member hovering at the entrance to her quivering hole.

DeAndre's hands settled on her hips, applying gentle pressure, encouraging her to take him.

"You can do it. They all do. Caroline did."

Lauren glanced from the big man to her daughter on the other bed, where her upside-down view of the world landed on Caroline and Corey, the latter masturbating with purpose. That's when something in her gave. Call it Kumiho, call it perversion, call it mental illness, but something in the forty-eight-year-old snapped. With new resolve, the brunette lowered herself decisively onto DeAndre's cock, tentatively, inch by inch. Working through a blend of pleasure and slight discomfort, it began to disappear inside her. As she felt him stretching her walls, filling her completely, a moan escaped. The countenance on her face went from one of uncertainty to one of pure bliss.

"OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD."

DeAndre kept gripping her tightly. Lauren breathed in and breathed out, much in the same way one would if getting into a roiling hot tub. With one final push, she sank all the way and let out a low moan that grew in volume.

"OH...OHHHHHHH!"

A dollop of precum oozed out of Corey's decidedly undersized dick. At six inches, it was quite average, but compared to DeAndre's monster and Zane's long and crooked staff, he was the small guy on the playground.

"Yessssss, baby, fuck mommy," Caroline blurted out. "Fuck 'er good."

And fuck they did. With Lauren holding her hair atop her head, she began to move her hips along the shiny black man's. Hands on her waist, he guided her back and forth, helping her set the pace. Slow and deliberate, the grinding increased, seeking deeper penetration. As they settled into a passionate groove, she leaned forward and grasped her new lover's chest, fingernails raking his pecs. In doing so, all that hair came tumbling down around her body, creating a veil that cut her and DeAndre off from the rest of the world. It wasn't until she heard her daughter moan loudly that she turned her head, puffing bangs out of her eyes to see. There on the other bed, Zane had crawled between Caroline's legs and was feasting on her young cunt while her father sat nearby, looking on.

Fap, fap, fap. 

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The sex swing swayed beneath its sturdy chains as Chloe exchanged places with Layla, who unceremoniously unzipped her gown and let it fall to the floor, naked save for a pair of heels. The seat was surprisingly comfortable, plush with a velvet cushion and thick leather adjustable straps. These were soon secured around the young girl's legs and wrists.

With a huge smile on his face, Santiago himself stood in front of the chair, between its suspended chains, and took Chloe's chin in his hand. Looking down, he watched with bated breath as she spread her legs, the front and back of her leather mini skirt drawing taut against her smooth, creamy thighs. The other guests leaned in, leering at the soft, delicate wings of her pink butterfly, pussy lips plump and glossy, begging to be fucked. Charlie, sensing what was about to happen, looked away.

While the men continued to gawk, Layla placed her hand around the edges of Chloe's black halter and slowly pushed it up and over her breasts. Free now, they bounced a few times, then settled on her chest, their fullness causing them to spill slightly to her sides. The mob boss drew closer, his waist against the swing's seat. Massaging the redhead's tits, he let his fingers toy with her erect nipples. Chloe gasped and closed her eyes in blissful darkness. That didn't last long.

SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP!

Twice Santiago's hand struck both breasts, the sting catching the stripper off guard. She cried out in surprise, even though she knew it was coming. The clan leader liked his sex dominant and rough.

"OHHH YESSSS!"

The next strike was a backhand to the cheek.

"FUCKING WHORE!"

Charlie's concern for Chloe's safety briefly jarred him out of the suspended state he'd placed himself in. He took a step forward but then stopped when he realized she was not at all in danger.

"Is that all you got?" the young escort scoffed, then spit on the man. "I've had better Latinos in Little Havana."

Enraged by the audacity, Santiago pushed his suit trousers to the floor and kicked them away. Throbbing cock in one hand, he stepped forward, the other holding a swing chain for balance. Layla bent over, condom in hand, and rolled it with care over the length of his shaft. With a gritty sneer, he lifted what little flap of a skirt there was and, without regard to any pain it might inflict, forcefully shoved his rigid dick into Chloe's wet and eager pussy.

Bleating with pleasure, she took the onslaught as the crime boss brutally fucked her, each deep and powerful stroke sending toe-curling shockwaves of exhilaration coursing through her body, inner walls gripping and clenching around the molten steel.

"OH GOD, YES! Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am!"

As tears of shock ran down Charlie's cheeks, mesmerized by the level of carnal depravity his girlfriend showed an immense propensity for, he did the only thing his conflicted mind allowed him to do, and that was to step up and join the other men in the room. Shouldering himself into place, he lowered his shorts' zipper and pushed his briefs aside. Seconds later, he was jerking off like the rest of them.

Fap, fap, fap.

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Corey's eyes were transfixed on the scene in front of him. He couldn't help it. He was immobilized watching Zane, his best friend, godfather to the woman he was now eating out, bury his face between his little girl's splayed thighs. In that moment, Caroline's christening, first day of kindergarten, and high school graduation seemed a lifetime away. Between her moans and his wife being fucked to oblivion mere feet away, poor Corey's senses were on overload as he beat off.

"Fuck YESSSS!" the younger woman cried out, squirming as Zane's hands cupped her ass. She arched her back and twisted her hips while pulling frantically at hard nipples. Every so often he would change position and Corey could see the tip of his tongue entering his daughter's snatch and the glistening wetness of her butterfly.

I'm going to hell for this, the abhorrent father thought while his dick slipped through his fingers. I just know it. 

Zane's lips were locked onto Caroline's labia flaps, his tongue delving deep into the pinkness of her canal. He expertly explored every inch, occasionally flicking and teasing her sensitive clit. His mouth was a master at its craft, employing a mixture of soft licks and forceful sucks that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Caroline couldn't help but writhe beneath him, her moans escaping in throaty bursts. Fingers tangled in his hair, and she urged him to continue his oral assault.

"Don't stop, baby. I need you...just like that...just like that. Show me how much you crave my pussy."

When Zane looked up from his goddaughter's vagina and saw her father, his longtime friend, jerking off, the mechanic knew he too had crossed over to the other side, sucked into Lauren and Corey's licentious and arguably despicable new life. But that didn't keep him from digging deeper into that pink slit as copious amounts of juice poured from the pretty little gash.

"I'm close," Caroline mewled. "God, I'm so close."

Tongue lapping faster now, it flicked rapidly against her clit with a feather-light touch. Every little movement was sending the ravenous youngster into a frenzy of pleasure. Corey watched as Caroline's hips bucked against Zane's face.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" she caterwauled, "Make me cum!"

Coming up for air briefly, Zane inhaled, then grabbed her ass even harder and pulled her cunt to his mouth, alternating between swirling circles around her clit and quick, teasing flicks. His lips closed around her swollen bud, sucking gently and sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through Caroline's body.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"

Corey's eyes locked onto his daughter's tensed muscles, a clear sign that her body was on the brink of orgasm. Her breathless gasps filled the room as her hips ground against Zane's face, a desperate plea for release. And then, in a sudden surge of ecstasy, Caroline's body arched off the bed, her back bowing as a primal moan erupted from her throat.

"Cumming!" she cried out, "I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!"

With an unholy look of want, Corey paused masturbating briefly to keep from blowing. Shame took him by the shoulders and tried to shake some sense into him. But he was having none of that.

Fap, fap, fap. 

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"Take my cock, you worthless cum dump!"

A cacophony of moans rose from the circle surrounding the swing. It swayed from Santiago's tireless pounding. Flesh against flesh echoed throughout the playroom as Chloe met each thrust with equal force, lips curling up into a fiendish jeer.

"Give it to me, baby, show these guys how a real man fucks."

"Goddamn right, cunt," the mobster shouted back, eyes gazing down on his favorite whore, the one who understood his need for dominance, the one who 'got him'.

"Fuck her, Santiago. Make her scream," Layla shouted.

The two bodies sustained a ferocious rhythm as they collided.

SLAP! SLAP!

Strikes to Chloe's breasts continued, not only from her psychotic client but his naked secretary as well.

"Pretty little tramp, pretty little tramp," Layla repeated, over and over, an unhinged laughter that was as unnatural as it was hot. Quite by accident, Chloe looked over and locked eyes with Charlie's, her expression telling the tale. She was in full slut mode and loving every second of it as she earned her pay. There was no remorse, no apologies in those bright green eyes. Just unfettered lust and a love of everything carnal.

"Harder...faster," she begged for it, "breed me!"

Fap, fap, fap.

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"Who be pounding this sweet little pussy of yours?" DeAndre growled, looking up at the mature wife riding his cock.

"Dee...DeAndre."

The sweaty black man smacked her ass. "Who?"

Lauren's eyes met his, lust and surrender bubbling as she quickly understood.

"Daddy," Lauren sighed, clutching at his pecs.

The first strike to the breasts came quickly. Smack! Smack!

"WHO?"

"Daa-deeeeeee," she squealed, her small tits recoiling.

"That's, right, bitch. I'm your Daddy now."

DeAndre's hips surged forward with unprecedented force, driving his pulsating cock deeper into her depths. Corey's mouth dropped as Lauren's moans grew louder, more desperate, her lips begging for it. Beneath them, the Airbnb bed squeaked and protested, struggling to withstand the intensity.

"Harder, Daddy! Give it to me like the fucking whore I am!" she pleaded, grinding her pelvis into his.

Nearby, Caroline was watching with great interest as her father masturbated. It was getting weirder by the minute.

"See that? Mom's finally getting the real deal. A cock that can actually satisfy her. It seems you've lost your touch, Daddy. IF you even ever had it."

Corey grunted and lurched as Lauren's hair flew, DeAndre driving his steel upward into her dripping cunt.

"But you keep on trying, don't you? How'd she ever put up with that little thing? Oh, I can see the envy in your eyes, Daddy. Another man doing what you've never been able to do. Pity."

Fap, fap, fap.

Caroline was shocked at her own words. Normally, she would never think of being mean to him in any other context. He was her father, after all. But circumstances were different now. Dad wanted, no...craved this, the corporeality of body, mind, and soul demanding belittling and humiliation. Who was she to deprive him of depravity?

"Hard to believe I came out of that little worm. You'll be lucky if you ever get it in her again. Not that she'd feel you."

A grimace painted Corey's face as he beat off, a desperation to cum welling up inside. Gripping his dick tightly, he was hit by both his daughter's cruel words and his wife screaming another man's name. He deserved it. He deserved it all.

Strokes came fast and rough, his brain processing the visual and aural data, bringing them together as one does salt and pepper.

Lauren...riding...black...cock.

Caroline...teasing...my...manhood.

His fingers slid up and down the length of his underwhelming shaft, the friction causing rub burns where he gripped too tight. Face contorted with pleasure and torment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Corey's lips parted to gasp. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he tried to keep from cumming.

Not yet.

Please...

Not yet.

+++++

Santiago's grip tightened on the chains of the swing as Chloe wrapped her legs around his hips, her ass firmly planted in its seat. From the waist up, the mobster was still in a dress shirt, tie, and vest. Below, he was mercifully fucking the whore's ever-loosening cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both.

The young girl stared into his eyes, a sneer forming as she took the onslaught.

"Fuck me, you bastard, fuck my hole into next Sunday!"

With one final push, Santiago shook, roared, and came into the condom, the heat of the redhead's pussy almost excruciating through the latex. Pulling out, he stumbled back and grabbed Layla by the hair. After giving her a deep kiss, he pushed the brunette to her knees, his cock bobbing like a diving board. Sensing her duty to clean up, she grabbed his shaft, eyeing the reservoir which was now weighted by a tablespoon or more of semen. Without batting an eye, the seductive assistant pulled off the rubber and immediately engulfed the still-hard tool with her lips, mouth, and tongue vacuuming up any remaining remnants.

Back in the swing, Chloe glanced around, looking each of the other men in the eye.

"Well, boys, who's next?"

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"Do me, Daddy!" Lauren yelled, bouncing on DeAndre's cock, hair flying wildly.

The black man chuckled and looked at Caroline. "Your momma fuck like you!"

Seeing Zane sitting at the end of the bed, dick in hand, he beckoned for the biker to join in.

"Come here, bro," DeAndre motioned him closer, "Let's stuff this bitch."

His huge hands stopped Lauren's hips in their tracks. Pulling them up while still keeping himself firmly lodged inside her, he spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing a tight, puckered hole.

A strange sense of dread came over the older woman.

"Wha...noooooo," she fretted, shaking her head.

DeAndre put a finger to his lips. "Hush now. You gonna love it."

Even Zane was a bit hesitant, for several reasons. One, he had never done what was being suggested. In all his worldly experiences, a DP had not been in the offering. Two, he wasn't young anymore. Neither was Lauren. The pornos made it look easy, but he suspected it was not. Definitely a young person's thing. Still, the sight of Lauren's brown starfish on display made his hard cock even harder. Slowly, he knee-walked across the mattress to where the couple lay. Caroline followed.

"I don't know," Lauren protested feebly. It wasn't anal she was unsure about. It was taking two cocks at the same time. This was uncharted territory.

"You'll be fine, Mom. The feeling is incredible."

"You?"

"Yes," her daughter assured her. "Several times."

Nodding, Lauren lowered her head and waited. With DeAndre's thick pole in her, it's all she could do.

Zane drew closer. Knowing she was okay with it, he felt better. Rising carefully from his knees to a half-standing position, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Placing both hands on Lauren's back for balance, the mechanic looked down to see the head of his dick knocking on her back door.

Caroline snickered, her eyes locked on her godfather's throbbing cock. "Seems like you could use a helping hand," she purred. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat against her palm.

Using her throat to summon a generous amount of saliva, she spat on his dick, smearing the slippery mucous along his rippled skin, ensuring every inch was slick and ready.

Placing her hand on the small of Zane's back, Caroline exerted gentle pressure, coaxing him forward. Slowly, deliberately, she guided the swollen head towards her mother's tight, star-shaped entrance. "Take it easy now," she whispered.

Trying to remain upright, Zane did small stuttering steps on the mattress, like the fast feet exercises football players go through for agility. Leaning over Lauren, he caressed her back as he began to ease in.

"You okay?"

With a firm grip on her hips, he positioned himself and guided the tip of his hard cock toward the tight entrance of her asshole. A low, guttural sound escaped Lauren's lips as Zane's cock breached the unyielding ring of her anus. She gasped, feeling a mix of pleasure and a mild ache as he slowly pushed deeper. The throb sent shivers of ecstasy through her body, mingling with her own racing heartbeat.

Zane's hips rocked forward, inch by inch, as he buried himself deeper inside Lauren. At first, the sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurred together. The tightness of her sphincter clung to Zane's thick shaft, gripping it tightly as Lauren adjusted to the intrusion. Designed for exits only, it wasn't a natural thing, and her body tensed as her muscles fought against the invasion. But with each gentle nudge, the biker was able to work his cock, stretching her rectum until all resistance disappeared.

Gripping Lauren's hips as he increased the pace, Zane's pushes became more forceful. The combined sensations of their cocks moving inside her sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. It was an intoxicating blend of agony, elation, and pure sex.

DeAndre's moans mingled with the older man's, their voices loud and boisterous. The thin barrier between them allowed each to feel the other's every movement, every shift of their cocks while moving within her.

"I told you you'd like two dicks," Caroline smiled. "Such a dirty slut."

Lauren's mind exploded, her body trembling like a major earthquake. The sensation of taking two big dicks was like a wild ride through heaven and hell, all rolled into one. It was next-level shit that she'd never experienced before. Her pussy, already reddened and wet, clenched the black man's thick cock, the ridges and veins rubbing against her walls. And with Zane behind her, crouching in a crablike stance and steadily ramming into her ass, it felt like pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, yeah! Take it, baby," DeAndre grunted. "FUCK!"

"You're doing great, Mom," Caroline comforted her mother.

The ironworker's hands struck both of Lauren's breasts.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Ow!"

Corey gasped, cock in hand. Suddenly Caroline's head popped up from the other side of her naked mom.

"Oh, you little pervert. You like that do yah, Daddy?" Caroline teased, puffing those long black bangs from her face. "Hearing your slut wife being used up?"

Corey tore his eyes from his daughter's face to his wife's. Lauren's eyes were rolling back in her head as she gurgled with delight. She had no idea he was mere feet away.

"This is what she needs now, Daddy. MORE cock, BIG cock, ANYTHING BUT YOUR SHRIVELED PECKER."

Corey's hand gripped his fleshy appendage harder, doubling down on brisk strokes, face beginning to contort as his own release became imminent. His daughter's words were cruel but truthful.

This was just a wet dream! It had to be, right? This was too twisted not to be. Surely a piece of undercooked potato. 

Fap, fap, fap.

As Zane's dick slid in and out of Lauren's tight asshole, the friction, the tightness, the way his balls collided with DeAndre's shaft, intensified every sensation. The mechanic wasn't gay by any means, but there was just something about the whole scene that was off-the-chain.

"Take it, slut," Picardo growled. Like her husband, he knew how much she liked to be degraded. "Take it all."

"Yes, yes, oh YES! Fuck my asshole, baby, FUCK IT RAW!"

Zane's hands came down on her buttocks. SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP! DeAndre added a backhand to her face, striking each cheek. Tears began flowing down Lauren's face.

"You okay?" Zane asked again.

"Yes, yes! Don't stop, DON'T YOU DARE STOP!" she cried at the top of her lungs.

As the three bodies moved in perfect sync, each man worked together to maintain a firm grip on Lauren's pelvis, making sure she didn't endure too much pain. Zane, positioned behind her, guided her movements with a gentle hand as he repeatedly pushed into her tight brown hole. Meanwhile, DeAndre held her tired legs upright, gripping her toned thighs tightly as he plunged upward into her dripping wet pussy. They didn't rush, everything they did was slow and deliberate. The last thing they wanted was a trip to the emergency room.

"Take it, babe. You're doing so fuckin' good," Zane grunted, his voice filled with praise.

Lauren moaned in response, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. The pressure from Zane's cock in her ass and DeAndre's relentless pounding in her pussy sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She was completely at their mercy, a willing participant in a filthy fuck fest.

DeAndre's grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust harder and deeper. His hips slapped against her ass, creating a deliciously dirty rhythm that echoed through the room.

"Damn, your pussy's fly, slut," DeAndre groaned, panting.

Lauren's head lolled back, her hair cascading down her back as she surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure. Her makeup was smudged, giving her a sultry, fucked-out look that only served to punctuate her attitude. Sweat coated her body, glistening in the dim light of the room.

Zane's hand moved from Lauren's hip to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He guided her movements, ensuring that each stab was perfectly timed and delivered with just the right amount of force.

"Fuck, yeah. Ride that dick, baby," Zane growled, his voice filled with lust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, the wet slapping noises of their bodies colliding, and the intoxicating scent of sex. They were lost in their own little world of pleasure, pushing each other to cum. Lauren's legs quivered, her muscles screaming with a mixture of pleasure and fatigue. But she pushed through, determined to ride it out. As the biker continued pounding into Lauren's tight asshole, a lewd, wet farting sound filled the room. One by one, nostrils flared as the unmistakable odor of feculence wafted through the air.

"Goddamn, girl, see? You getting' after it!" DeAndre chuckled.

The scent of raw, primal lust along with the musky aroma of anal sex and the tang of semen push them over the edge. Then, without warning, a surge of pleasure coursed through Lauren's core, gripping her with an intense contraction that radiated from deep within. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, and she succumbed to the powerful release of her climax.

"OHHHHHHHH Miiiiiiii GAWWDDDDD!"

The mature woman's pussy and ass tightened around the two throbbing cocks that were buried deep within her. Seconds later, Lauren felt another surge, a pressure building that was not to be denied. With an explosive force, her warm juices gushed forth, squirting between the wide black cock and the velvety walls of her canal. The torrent flowed past her swollen labia, uncontrollably spewing and drenching everything in its path.

"Whoa, fuck, look out!" Zane yelped in surprise.

The spray arched from the brunette's battered pussy, first catching Zane's nutsack and inner thighs, then splashing DeAndre and the mattress below.

"You go, Mom!" Caroline squealed with glee.

"OH SHIT!" Corey hissed from the other bed. The sight of his wife squirting with both her holes filled was too much. He just made it to the edge of the frame when several spurts of hot, creamy cum shot out of his quivering shaft, landing with a splatter on the carpet between the beds.

Zane didn't fare much better. With a roar, the biker pulled out of her dripping pussy, his cock ladened with her juices. The sight of her perfectly round ass, the ~EZ~ tattoo just above the dirty brown hole that he'd just fucked, hit him hard. Aiming at her lower back, he unleashed a torrent of milky white cum that spilled across her beautifully tanned and toned skin, leaving a memorable pattern.

Seeing the mechanic pull out and clear, DeAndre seized the moment to get his nut. Grabbing Lauren firmly by the mid-section, he flipped her over onto her back, her pussy still wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. With a sense of urgency, the young black man unleashed a relentless assault on her wet hole

"Gonna fuck you good, you dirty bitch," DeAndre growled, "Gonna fuck you so hard you gonna split."

Lauren instinctively wrapped her thighs around his waist and slid her arms under his, gripping his muscular shoulders tightly. She pulled him in closer, craving every inch.

"Yes! Give it to me, baby," she moaned, her voice filled with desperate need. "Give me your hot, creamy spunk! Fill me up!"

Their bodies moved in perfect unison, the slapping of flesh against flesh as DeAndre drove deeper, his powerful lunges driving her into the soaked mattress. Soon, he began to shake and grunt repeatedly. Lauren stared into his eyes and sneered.

"That's it! That's it! Make me your dirty little cum slut. Fuck my white pussy with your big black dick! FILL ME WITH YOUR BLACK SEED!"

DeAndre threw his head back, freezing in place before opening his mouth and letting out a primal howl. Lauren could feel his thick cock releasing hot streams of cum deep into her slippery, unprotected pussy. A surge of intense pleasure washed over both of them as they gazed appreciatively into each other's eyes, the sensation of his warm spunk flooding her womb invoking warm and tender amity.

While those two came down from their highs, Caroline and Zane nestled up alongside them, bodies intertwining in a blissful post-sex embrace. The younger woman snuggled up against her boyfriend, resting on his broad chest. She traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingertips. Zane wrapped his arms around Lauren from behind, his body pressed against hers in a comforting spoon, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and planting gentle kisses along her shoulder.

Everyone in the room was exhausted and well-fucked. Except for one.

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Charlie stood on the sidelines, his eyes glued to the wild scene unfolding in front of him. His own cock stood tall and throbbing in his hand, aching for release. One after another, guests took turns plunging into his girlfriend. The air was thick with moans and gasps, punctuated by the occasional smack or pinch. When the second guy came, shooting his hot load into the condom Layla had provided, Charlie couldn't hold back any longer. His body trembled, muscles tensing as he unleashed a deluge of hot cum onto the polished wood floor. Embarrassed, he hastily stuffed his deflating dick back into his rumpled shorts and discreetly made his way out of the room.

As post-nut clarity washed over him, the thrill of the moment faded, replaced by a hollow ache in his heart. Corey Miller had warned him about this too, but it didn't keep reality from feeling like a punch to the gut. The realization that the girl he loved would never truly be his alone was a bitter pill to swallow. And yet, because he loved her, he had to make it work. With a heavy heart, Charlie walked down the long hallway that led back to the grand staircase. As he descended to the first floor, he could hear Chloe's lustful screams as the men continued to fuck her. Slowly, the wails were lost in the big house, replaced by only one voice.

'I told you not to come.'

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Away from the limelight of orgasms and wet sheets, Corey tucked his now flaccid dick back inside his cargo shorts. Sadly, in their post-coital state, none of the others noticed as he walked towards the bedroom door. The four had now collapsed into a heap of naked bodies, entwined and undulating like a nest of slippery snakes, their lips smacking and soft sighs filling the air. Forget the images of his beautiful wife being DPd, the tormented father had watched his own daughter get fucked senseless. Who the hell does that?

A strange tightness gripped Corey's chest and arm while stepping over the trail of discarded wet clothes in the common area, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He had felt the odd sensation, before, but that night it was much more prevalent.

Entering the quiet and undisturbed bedroom, Corey's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the overwhelming mix of jealousy and arousal that consumed him. Laying down on the oversized king bed, his thoughts began to spill out in a stream of consciousness, a torrent of self-doubt and resentment.

Why? Why do I get off on this shit? Watching my wife fuck other men. And now my kid, my little girl? What kind of sick fuck am I?"

The walls seemed to close in around the graying man as he grappled with his very identity, a tortured soul that was staring back at him in the reflection of the chrome ceiling fan.

And he wasn't sure he liked what he saw. What he thought might had been an indigestion-induced dream was none of the kind.

That was no undercooked potato.

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Chloe stepped out of the grandiose mansion, taking in the front lawn that seemed to go on forever. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for a familiar figure.

"Where the fuck is Charlie?" she muttered to herself, frustration evident in her voice.

The events of the past few hours played in her mind, the intense role-playing and the wild group encounter that had left her breathless, satisfied, and wealthier. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when Charlie had disappeared amidst the chaos. It could have been during the vigorous swing session or perhaps when the men had later taken turns ravishing her on the bed.

Now dressed in her original outfit, the escort adjusted her tight leggings and sports bra, ensuring they accentuated her curves perfectly. As she made her way towards the circle drive, she noticed the familiar sight of the luxurious limo parked nearby. The driver stepped out, ready to open the rear door for her.

"Mr. Pimento has instructed me to take you wherever you'd like," the driver said, a tinge of curiosity in his voice.

Peering into the limo, Chloe's eyes immediately fell on Charlie, curled up against the far door. Relief and concern washed over her. "Take us back to Sandy's, please."

Tossing her purse on the floor without care, she huddled close to her man.

"Baby, you scared the shit out of me. I had no fucking clue where you went," she said, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Charlie squinted his eyes in the dim lighting of the car. It was clear he had been crying.

"Oh my God, Charlie, are you okay? I told you..." Chloe's voice trailed off, her own expression turning misty.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Charlie replied, his voice tinged with sadness.

Chloe's heart sank, realizing the toll these experiences had taken on her boyfriend. She pulled him close, his head resting on her shoulder. "I knew you weren't ready," she whispered.

With a shake of his head, Charlie vehemently denied her assumption. "Yes...yes, I am."

"Really? Look at you!" Chloe scoffed, her arms wrapped tightly around him. "You're a fucking mess."

Charlie tightened his embrace, his body trembling slightly. He hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing his words. "But...I...I thought it was...hot."

"Then why the fuck were you crying?" Chloe asked, a mix of confusion and concern in her voice.

"It's just...hard to watch, you know? It's both incredible and...gut-wrenching at the same time."

Chloe held him even tighter, understanding the conflicting emotions that came with being a wittol. She couldn't believe she finally found someone who found pleasure in her promiscuity.

"I get it. But they're not all this intense," she reassured him.

"All these years, I never knew the things you did were so..." Charlie paused, searching for the right words.

"Depraved?"

Charlie nodded. "Stripping, lap dances, the occasional date. That was all okay. But what I saw back there..."

"It's my job, baby," Chloe interrupted, her tone firm. "I made a shitload of money tonight, all towards my future. Our future. I'm not going to apologize for it. Just because you didn't know the details doesn't mean you weren't aware of what I do."

"I know."

Chloe's lips pressed against Charlie's neck. She understood the importance of aftercare. It was crucial for him to feel wanted and reassured, to chase away any vulnerability he felt from watching her with other men.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I'm glad," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.

Charlie's grip tightened, pulling her closer. His lips tasted her skin while inhaling her intoxicating perfume. Another erection began to stir.

"But maybe you'll not want me to stop. Maybe you'll like it too much. Me fucking other men. Two, three at a time."

Chloe's fingers deftly undid his shorts and freed his throbbing cock. She wrapped her hand around it, her touch sending waves of pleasure throughout his body like only she could do. Her lips found his, capturing them, toying with them, their tongues in slow motion. The smell of semen and the taste of sweet earthiness reminded him of where she'd been just minutes ago.

"I did," the boy murmured, "Jesus...I liked it. A lot. You're so beautiful when you...when you're..."

"When I'm a slut?"

"Yessss."

"When I'm naughty?"

"So, so naughty."

Charlie's breathing grew heavy, his eyes locked on Chloe's as she continued to pleasure him.

"You're such a fucking tease," he managed to say between ragged breaths.

Chloe's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Oh, baby, you have no idea."

Suddenly, she leaned down and took him into her mouth, sucking him deep. Her tongue swirled around his throbbing shaft, tracing every ridge and vein. The taste of his precum mingled with the lingering flavors of her earlier escapade. It made her want to please him even more.

"OH FUCK!" Charlie exclaimed, grabbing at the back of her head and pushing down. "Suck it, suck it hard."

His hands ran through his slutty girlfriend's hair, gripping it tightly as she bobbed her head up and down. He couldn't help but cry out, it felt so good. "Fuck, Chloe, you're so...you're so..."

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You like that, baby? You like it when I take your cock deep? Just like I do with all of them?"

Charlie's response was a primal grunt, his hips quaking involuntarily. Chloe's mouth worked its magic, her tongue dancing around his sensitive tip, her lips enveloping him in a tight, wet embrace. The combination of suction and pressure was driving him wild, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"God, Chloe, I'm gonna cum," Charlie warned, his voice strained.

She pulled away, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Not yet baby. Uh uh. I want to taste you right here," she said, trailing her finger down to her pussy. Slowly, she dipped her finger inside, coating it with her own wetness. She brought it to her lips, sensually sucking off her juices and his precum.

Charlie's eyes widened, his cock throbbing with anticipation. She smirked at his reaction, her finger still glistening. With a swift movement, Chloe was on top of him, positioning herself right above his aching cock. She sank onto him, her slick pussy clamping down hard. Their bodies began to move, synchronizing each thrust.

"Ride me, babe," Charlie moaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "Ride me hard."

Chloe obliged, her hips grinding against his. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the car, rhythmic slapping that would have been evident to the driver. As the limo sped on, the couple writhed together, oblivious to anything but their own small world. Finally, Charlie came, emptying what was left in his balls into his girl's womb. Chloe tensed when a small orgasm hit her pussy, then milked him for every last drop of his cum.

They collapsed against each other on the leather bench seat, a sheen of sweat coating their skin. Chloe's lips found Charlie's, and they kissed passionately.

"I love you," Charlie squeaked, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

"I love you too, baby," Chloe replied, the tenderness genuine and sincere.

Satiated, at least for now, the young man looked pensively out the oversized tinted window.

Maybe going to the office wasn't so bad after all.

[Johng1953]

Well! That was worth waiting for. I knew there'd be shenanigans during the move but that was more than I even imagined would happen.
And we got the bonus of further developments between Cloe and Charlie. Great update, thank you.