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Story Codes: Male/Female, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Facial, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth, Watersports, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Domination/submission, Spanking, Bondage, Watersports, MILF, SciFi

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events.

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Click here for Chapter 14.

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T. Ropex

I appeared in the back of a vehicle.

A very cluttered vehicle.

I blinked and looked around. It was moving. I grabbed a shelf that was full of strange parts. Pipes of various lengths. Rubber circles. Gaskets, maybe. Others had fasteners of various types and materials. There were primitive-looking tools. A craftsman of some sort.

“Where are we?” I asked, glancing up front. I could not see who drove this conveyance.

“We are in the van of Phil Meyers, owner of Satisfactory Plumbing,” the AI reported in my mind.
Awe fell on me. “A plumber? Truly?”

“Yes, yes, from my profile of your desires, I know that you greatly respect earth plumbers. Satisfactory Plumber seemed like the perfect match to make your holiday a success.”

“Yes,” I said, such awe pushing down on me. “You see, they are greatly respected. Women adore them because they ensure the flow of water. And women get so wet around them. The plumber must deal with their own pipes, their pussies.”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” the AI said.

“Often, women pay with their bodies, too,” I added, “because the plumber’s seed is so desired. Even married women will become sluts for them.”

The van made a turn. I was so eager for the plumber to arrive at the destination. This was a wonderful surprise. I could follow him on his route all day. Witness him dealing with many different women’s pipes.

It was a perfect choice.

“I am so glad that you find this scenario highly enjoyable,” the AI said. “If you would take a moment to fill out our customer satisfaction survey as we wait to arrive at the destination.”

“Sure,” I said.

“On a scale between one and two-hundred-and-seventy-seven, how would you rate your vacation so far? Keep in mind activities, the amount of adjustment, the choice of scenery, and the ease of the experience when making your rating.”

I had to think about it. While I had been disappointed by the humans, the AI had recreated them to become how they should be. Such a duplicitous race to put out those life re-creations and not have them reflective of real life on Earth. It was a blatant false advertisement, but that wasn’t Earthling Dream’s fault. It was the human’s fault.

The travel agency and their Fantasy Assist Version 4.27 had served me flawlessly.

“An easy two-hundred-and-sixty-nine,” I said. I couldn’t rate them the full points.

“Excellent,” the AI said. “We are Earthling Dream are glad that you chose us for your vacation needs. Now, we are about to arrive.”

The van turned. I had to grip the shelving again to keep from falling over. I smiled as we were arriving at the destination. The van came to a stop. The engine turned off. The door creaked open and the van rocked. That was surprising. It would take a great deal of weight to do that.

The back of the van opened and… a very fat man was there. He wore jeans and a T-shirt that hugged a rather… fat body. His belly hung out, covered in hair. He was pasty and ugly with greasy hair. I grimaced in disgust at him.

This was not a plumber. This was… a ball of dough shoved into clothes. How could any woman be turned on by this?

“Adjusting the scenario,” said T. Ropex.

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Phil Meyers

I hitched my pants before I opened the back of my van to grab my tools. A nondescript account was back there. I ignored the putz and yawn, my shirt riding up my belly. I needed to lose some weight, but, damn, those burritos were just too fucking good.

And the hamburgers. The shakes.

Life was short. Why should I starve myself because my jackass doctor said so? What did he know?
I had some Karen that was screeching at me to fix her plumbing. It was an emergency. Her hot water heater had a blown hose. Probably take five minutes to fix. If she had a man in her life, she wouldn’t have to be such a harpy.

I knew she would be the type to hover, too. Wouldn’t believe I could do it. Criticize me. We were in suburbia. Probably drove her husband to fuck some nicer broad and was offended when she learned he was banging some tight-ass side piece. Kicked him out. Kept the house. The kids.

Bitch.

I grabbed the toolbox and grunted. Fucking thing was heavy. I started to lift it when this dizzying… warmth swept over me.

I lifted the toolbox with ease. I lifted far more than that every day. I had hit the gym this morning. Had to get my pump on. I wore a tight-fitting muscle shirt for the ladies. I hope this Karen that called would get so fucking wet at the sight of me. Just dripping.

I’d fix her pipe. Her husband had to be out of the picture. This would be a simple fix. Just replace a rubber hose. Five bucks from Home Depot. Just needed a flathead screwdriver. A monkey could do it. Even a Karen.

I marched up to the door, jeans tight. Women loved staring at my ass. I loved being a plumber. I got so much pussy. Why the wife got fed up and left me. She thought she owned my big dick. She was married to some dweeb. I was free to bang as many bitches as I could.

I headed to the door with a smile on my face.

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T. Ropex

I smiled and nodded at the sight of the hunky plumber. He was a handsome beefcake. The sort of man who got the sluts.

A proper plumber. I jumped out of the back of the van before he could close it. He marched up to the front door. That toolbox looked heavy, but he carried it with ease. I was so eager for the slut to be dripping for him.

He rang the doorbell.

I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.

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Phil Meyer

I put on my most panty-melting grin. The door wrenched open to reveal one mousy-looking Karen.

“I called two hours ago!” she hissed, glaring at me. “Two!”

“Relax,” I said. “I’m here. I’ll get you sorted out.”

She sneered in disgust. “Don’t be a pig. I need you to fix it. Now I have no hot water!”

That was for sure. She had fucking ice in her veins. Probably was a dyke. She wore a baggy sweater and sweatpants. She was clearly thirty or forty pounds overweight and trying to hide it. Probably pigging out on ice cream since her divorce.

“Just lead the way, Mandy,” I said.

“Mrs. Cartwright,” she hissed and marched through the house.

God, she was married? Poor bastard.

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T. Ropex

I was appalled by the lack of respect this woman showed. I expected her not to be a perfect ten in looks, but to have such a vile personality. It wasn’t right. He was a plumber. He deserved her respect. Her worship. The AI made him into a hunk for her.

And this was the thanks she gave him.

“It’s down here,” she said. “And don’t stare at my butt!”

The plumber shook his head and muttered, “Why would I want to stare at your fat ass?”

“Did you say something?” she demanded as she opened the door.

“Just lead on,” I said.

She headed down the stairs in a huff. The plumber followed, gripping his toolbox. I followed them, not pleased about this at all. Something had to be changed about her. I knew the AI would take care of it.

“Adjusting the scenario,” the AI said.

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Phil Meyers

This was going to be a nightmare.

“There!” said Mrs. Cartwright the Karen. She pointed at the hot water heater. “Floors a mess. Look at it! Burst in the middle of the fucking night. I didn’t know what to do. I finally figured out to get it off, but look at this! It ruined a box full of old keepsakes. I can’t believe you put it in so badly.”

“Lady, I didn’t work on this,” he said. “And they don’t last forever. Fuck, your husband should have changed them out when they were supposed to.”

“He’s dead,” she hissed. “Now get to it. Hurry! And you better use the best hose or whatever.”

“That’ll cost,” I said.

“Bullshit! Don’t think—” She swayed and I blinked. She was… dressed in tight-fitting jeans that hugged her curvy hips. A belly shirt clung to her big titties. They were clearly fake. It left her belly bare. She was a hot MILF.

Hadn’t she been fat and mousy? Her hair’s blonde now.

What a dumb thing to think. This bitchy MILF had been hot from the start. She just thought she was in charge. Her nipples poked at the front of her cress. She was turned on, the fucking whore. She wanted this to get hot and nasty. I could see it in her eyes.

The nondescript man at the foot of the stairs nodded.

“Hurry up and fix it, dick,” she said. “Stop staring at my tits and get to fucking work. I’m not paying you to ogle me.”

“Then why’d you dress like that?” I demanded of her.

She glared at me. “What?”

“Why’d you dress like a slut, Mrs. Cartwright?” I asked. “Did you dress like that when your hubby was alive? Or did you turn into a fucking whore after he died?”

She tried to slap me. I grabbed her wrist and gave her a warning look.

She wrenched her hand free and hissed, “I don’t have to put up with this. Get to fucking work!”

She turned around. I could see that tramp stamp. “MILF Slut.” She wanted everyone to know. Probably banging every young cock she could. A widowed cougar on the prowl, set free from her husband. Probably drove him to an early grave with her nagging. She deserved to learn a lesson.

I grabbed her and spun her around. “Were you going? I have to get to work fixing your pipes, too.”

“What?” she gasped as I pushed her toward a table.

“You heard me, slut,” I growled. “I know your type. You gotta leaky cunt that needs my big tool to fix. I’ll get you sorted out.”

“Pig!” she hissed, her eyes so bright with lust, her cheeks red and nipples hard. “You think I want that!”

“I know it,” he growled. “And you better start treating me with some respect, bitch.” I opened my toolbox and pulled out my leather strap. She gasped at the sight of it, a shiver racing through her. I grinned at her as she looked panicked.

And eager.

What the fuck am I doing? Why do I fucking have that?

I pulled out a pair of cuffs, too. I grinned at her. “Strip.”

“No,” she said, her voice quivering.

“Strip, or I’ll rip the clothes off your fucking skank-ass,” I growled. “You gotta learn how things work now, bitch.”

She shuddered, her eyes so wide. I loved it. She couldn’t believe it, but this was what she wanted. What she secretly craved. She was just a stuck-up Karen who thought she had to be in charge. My dick ached to teach her otherwise. I wasn’t some young guy desperate to fuck a MILF.

I was a man.

This isn’t me! I’ve never been like this? Jesus fucking Christ!

I ignored that voice as the woman grabbed the hem of her shirt.

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Mrs. Mandy Cartwright

How dare this pig say these things to me? He was such a sexy man, though. Fuck, he had muscles. All brawn. That shirt was so tight, outlining his pecs. He was proud of those muscles. He fucking should be. He had a fucking eight-pack.

Goddamn, he was sexy. Too sexy. I wanted to do what he said. I did. I was such a lust for him. I liked young men. Shy and unsure of themselves. That let me guide them during our lovemaking. I taught them how to worship me. I could control them. I… I…

Ripped off my top.

I gasped as I exposed my tits. I bought them with the life insurance of my husband. He had died so suddenly, and I just wanted to be a wild woman. I was done being a housewife and mother. Our daughter despised me for it, but I didn’t care. I have had so much fun the last two years. She was eighteen now. She could move out if she hated my lifestyle.

He grinned at the sight of those beautiful tits. I had paid the best money to get them perfect. They were glorious. He nodded in approval. He wanted them. He craved to bend me over and fuck me. I wouldn’t let him. No. No. I would be good. It was so hard, though. Just so hard to be good. I trembled as his eyes roamed over my body.

He lusted after me. It was so good to have him doing that. I loved the feel of him gazing at me with such hunger in his eyes. He would feast on me. I could feel it. He would ravish me. That would be so wild. I groaned, my cunt dripping.

His tongue licked over his lips. He wanted to just devour every bit of me. I loved it. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I wanted him to do nasty things to me. That would be so hot. He leered at me. Those eyes were so wild.

So hungry for me.

He had that strap, though. He wouldn’t really spank me. He wouldn’t really cuff me, either, right?

Of course not. That would be so dumb. Things like that didn’t happen in reality. No, no, they were just the sort of stuff found in male fantasies. I breathed in slowly and undid my pants. The snap echoed through the room.

He grinned, his cock tenting the front of his pants. I shoved them off. I worked them over my rump, wiggling my hips back and forth. I shuddered at the wetness that was soaking through me. This was so wild.

He grinned at me, his eyes boring into my face. I shuddered at that as I stepped out of the jeans. I was down to my thong. And my socks. I pulled those off. My bare feet on the cold, concrete floor. I shivered as I hooked my thong.

“That’s right,” he said, staring at the tattoo on my pubic mound. “’Cock Hungry,’ huh? You are a slut.”

“Yes,” I moaned as I pushed down my thong. I’m not. I never had a tattoo in my life Where did that come from?

Stupid voice. From the tattoo shop. I got a discount because I let him fuck me up the ass.

“Mmm, you want to sort out my pipes?” I asked. “Get on your knees and get to work.”

He smacked the leather strap into his hand. The stinging sound made me jump. “Bitch, you ain’t calling the shots here. I am. Turn around. Hands behind your back. You end to learn your fucking place!”

I blinked in shock. “What?”

He spun me around and bent me over the washer machine. I gasped, my tits rubbing into the cool surface. I shivered at that. It felt so naughty to have it rubbing against me. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest. This was not happening. This could not be happening.

He slapped the first cuff on my right wrist. I gasped as he did that. Then he pulled my wrist together and slapped the other one over my left. I shivered at that. I was cuffed. I whimpered as my hands were restrained.

He stroked my butt-cheeks, his strong hands squeezing them. I could feel his grin. He loved my ass. He wanted to spank me. To discipline me. I trembled, my pussy dripping with juices. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Oh, no you want to be polite,” he said. “But you were a bitch, so you gotta learn, Mrs. Cartwright.”

I trembled as he pulled his hands from my butt-cheeks. This was it. He was about to—

SMACK!

My ass blazed with the pain of the leather strap striking my right butt-cheek. I gasped, my tits pressing into the cool surface of the washer machine. I cried out, my cunt clenching at the stinging pain that washed through my nethers.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

SMACK!

“Shit!” I cried out, the pain blazing across my other butt-cheek. The handcuffs bit into my wrist as I tried to move my arms. “I’m sorry!”

SMACK!

“You will be, bitch,” he growled. “You’ll apologize by being my fucktoy!”

SMACK!

“Yes, yes, you can fuck me!” I moaned, my cunt on fire. “I’m so wet and ready. Ram you big tool into me! Fix my pipes!”

SMACK!

My ass burned as he growled, “Gotta do things right. I’m a professional. Gotta go through every step. Your cunt ain’t ready to be fucked. Not yet.”

SMACK!

“It is!” I gasped, my blazing butt-cheeks clenching.

More pussy cream ran down my thighs like a leaky faucet. I was so fucking wet. I trembled, my nipples throbbing. Not any of the young studs or my dead husband ever turned me on like this. I just wanted him to use me.

SMACK!

“I’m ready!” I howled.

SMACK!

“Please, please, fuck my slutty cunt!”

SMACK!

“I’m so ready to be pounded by you!”

SMACK!

“Shit, shit, shit!” I gasped. “Just fuck me!”

SMACK!

I loved every last second of this delight. It was so good to have it washing through me. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. It was a powerful joy to have him spanking me. I groaned at that heat. It was so good to have him slapping down on me.

SMACK!

“Fuck my slutty cunt with your big dick!” I gasped, my ass on fire. “Please, please, please, fuck me!”

My handcuffs rattled as I squirmed there, my nipples throbbing against the washer machine. It was so incredible to feel that kiss on them. I shuddered, my cunt dripping wet. I loved every last second of this. The cream ran down my thighs.

A fastener popped.

A zipper rasped.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Fuck my—”

SMACK!

“—CUNT!” I howled, my ass burning.

His cock buried into my cunt. I gasped as that huge dick filled me up. My eyes rolled back in my head as he plowed that massive rod into my snatch. It felt so good to have him doing that. Just so amazing to have him filling up my cunt.

I trembled there, my pussy stretched to its limits by his massive cock. I trembled, his nuts twitching against my taint. I shuddered and clamped my cunt down on his big dick. I squirmed and threw a look over my shoulder at him. He stood over me. He looked so strong and resolute, his shirt off. A muscular stud.

“Fuck my brains out!” I squealed.

“Still think you’re in charge,” he growled and ripped his cock out.

“No, no, you’re in charge!” I whimpered. “Use me! Use me as a cum-dumpster. I haven’t had anyone but my husband bust raw in me. I haven’t felt a man’s seed in me since he died. Please, please, fuck me! Breed me!”

He buried his cock back into me. I shuddered as his balls slapped into my clit. That felt incredible. I shuddered as he drew back his cock and plowed back into me. He fucked my cunt so hard and fast. He buried into me with all that he had.

I shuddered as he pumped away at me. He plowed into me with hard strokes. He grunted, hammering my snatch with his mighty cock. I loved it. I savored every second of him fucking me. He plowed into me with all that he had.

It was just so good to have him fucking me like that. I loved it so much. He thrust away at me. He buried into my snatch with all that he had. It was just incredible to have him doing that. I squeezed my cunt down on him.

I loved his big dick fucking me.

I savored that huge cock slamming into me. It was just brilliant to have him doing that to me. I groaned as he fucked me hard and fast. He plowed into my snatch with force, his nuts slapping into my love button over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned, the cuffs biting into my wrists. I had never felt so helpless before. That made it even better. “Please, please, don’t stop pounding my cunt! Use my slutty pussy! Oh, my god! You’re so fucking huge! Fix my pipes with your massive fucking tool!”

“That’s right!” he growled, fucking me so hard. So fast. He churned me up with his big cock. He plowed into me with all that he had. It felt so good to have him doing that to me. He churned me up. “Squeezed that cunt down on my dick. I’m gonna make you cum!”

“Make me explode!” I squealed, my orgasm building and building with his every thrust.

It was incredible to feel him plowing into me like that. He buried to the hilt in my tight snatch. I gasped out in delight as he did that. It was incredible to have him burying into me with such force. Such passion. It was awesome.

“Yes!” I gasped as he churned me up.

My pussy gripped him. I held him tight with my snatch. I loved every second of this. Every last moment of him fucking into me. I groaned as that mighty cock churned me up. That huge rod buried into me so deep and hard. He was so hung.

His heavy balls slapped into my clit. Sparks sizzled each time. I squeezed my twat down on him, the friction burning hot. It was all driving me wild. All driving me to cumming on his dick. To have a huge climax on him. I could not wait for that.

I ached for it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, pounding me hard. “MILF slut!”

“I am!” I moaned, my reddened asscheeks jiggling from the hard thrusts of his cock.

I hurtled toward that moment when I would cum. I could not wait for it. I just wanted to burst on him. He grunted, fucking me so hard. So fast. He buried into me with all that he had. It was just so good to have him doing that to me. I groaned as he buried into me.

He plowed to the hilt in my snatch. It was just a wild treat to have him fucking me like that. He plowed deep and hard into my snatch. I hurtled toward my climax. I could not wait to climax on him. He felt incredible in me.

His nuts slapped into my clit.

My orgasm burst through me.

“Yes!” I howled, my cunt writhing around his big dick.

I shuddered, spasming around him as he fucked me. It was so incredible to have his big dick fucking into me. He buried into my cunt hard and fast as the pleasure swept through me. My snatch writhed around him.

“Fucking MILF-whore!” he roared as he plowed into my convulsing cunt.

He erupted

He flooded my cunt with his seed I gasped in awe at that amazing moment. It was incredible to have his jizz pumping into my snatch. I suckled at him. It was incredible to feel him dumping his load into me.

He flooded me with all that he had. It was so good to have him spurting his jizz into me. I shuddered at the wonderful moment of his cock spurting all that jizz into me. It was fantastic. My orgasm swept such rapture through me as he used my snatch as his cum-dump.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I gasped as the plumber filled my pipe up with his jizz.

He spurted into me again and again. It was wild. I loved every second of it. This was so hot. The pleasure shot through me. I groaned at the heat washing through me. It was so wild to have all that ecstasy swarming through me.

“Shit!” I gasped as he grunted, dumping the last of his cum into me.

“Fucking MILF-slut,” he growled, my pussy rippling around him. “Damn, you got a cunt. Love it. But…”

Something hot streamed into my pussy. He was…

Pissing in me.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped at the humiliation of him using my pussy this way.

I groaned, his piss filling up my cunt. I tossed my head, the nondescript IT guy nodding along. The plumber flooded my pussy. I shuddered as my snatch stretched and stretched with all that piss. It was so degrading.

“That’s right,” he growled. “That’s what you’re good for, bitch! Thought you were hot shit, right? You ain’t. Just another desperate MILF looking to be stuffed by a big dick!”

“Yes!” I moaned as the piss filled me up. “I… I… Shit!”

I trembled as my pussy rippled around his cock. I gasped as he spurted the last few blasts of his piss into me. I shuddered at how that felt. My heart pounded in my chest. This could not be happening, but it was. I trembled at the sensation.

It was an incredible one. I groaned at the heat that washed through my body. A shiver raced through me. My nipples as he grunted, firing a last stream of piss into my pussy. I felt so fucking full. I quivered there.

He ripped out of me.

I gasped as the piss gushed out of my cunt and ran down my thighs.

I groaned out at the sensation. It was incredible to feel all that piss flooding down my thighs. I could not believe that this had happened. But it had. He had used me like this. He had demonstrated that I was just a whore.

Good for nothing but being used.

I shuddered as the piss spilled down my thighs. More splashed on the floor. I trembled, my hands cuffed behind me. I trembled as he chuckled. My ass burned as my body quivered through this nasty moment.

“Quite a mess,” he said and grabbed me by the hair. He yanked me back and shoved me down to my knees. “You should clean it up!”

I gasped, staring at the puddle of piss mixed with his milky cum.

He wanted me to lick it up? I… I…

Was a whore.

I leaned over, my big, fake titties swaying. I pressed my lips into the puddle of piss on the concrete floor. I kept it clean, but still… This was so humiliating. I slurped up the piss. The acrid flavor filled my mouth.

“Goddamn, you’re disgusting,” he said, chuckling.

I trembled at his words as I suckled up the piss. I moved around, slurping up every drop of it that I could. This was just so wild. My tongue licked it up, too. I was just a whore that had to do this. It was all I was good for.

“That’s right,” he said. “Just like that. You’re doing such a good job. Damn, just slurp it up, slut. Slurp it all up.”

I did. I slurped it all up, my hands bound behind my back. I licked up more of the piss as he stared at me. At my reddened ass. I shuddered, knowing he was staring at me in such a vulnerable place. He could easily just do awful, awful things to me. I trembled at that, so eager for him to demean me.

I wanted to be degraded over and over by the plumber.

Why, why, why? that stupid voice asked in me.

Because I was a slut. A MILF-whore who hungered for the biggest tools.

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T. Ropex

I smiled, approving of it.

The whore suckled up all the piss. She had learned her place.

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Mrs. Mandy Cartwright

I licked up the piss, tasting the concrete beneath. I had almost cleaned it all up like the filthy whore I was.

He slapped his cock down on my rump. Stinging pain swept through me. The plumber chuckled as he did that. He slapped his rod from cheek to cheek. I moaned, tasting his piss on my lips. Then he pressed his wet cock between my butt-crack.

He found my asshole.

I moaned as he drilled against my anal ring. I shuddered at the burning heat. He was so much bigger than any of my previous lovers. I wasn’t sure I could take him, but I wanted to find out. I wanted to have all his dick in me.

I craved that so much.

He pushed so hard on my asshole. I groaned as he did that. I shuddered at the feel of him pushing and pushing against me. I loved it immensely. I gasped in delight as he drilled against me. He pushed so hard on my backdoor.

He rammed his cock to the hilt in my bowels.

“Yes!” I moaned as he sank into my anal sheath. “Oh, oh, that’s so good. Shit!”

“Goddamn,” he growled as my asshole devoured his mighty cock. “You’re such a whore! A three-hole whore!”

“Yes!” I moaned, savoring his big dick sliding into my anal sheath. I trembled at the feel of him sliding all the way into me. It was just a wonderful moment. My asshole gripped his big dick. I loved the way he sank to the hilt in me. It was so good. “Oh, oh, yes!”

He bottomed out to in me. His thick bush pressed into my reddened ass. That felt so good. It was just wonderful to have him all the way in me. I groaned as his cock throbbed in me. That felt so good. Just so amazing.

He drew back his cock.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “That’s so good. That’s just amazing.”

“It is,” he growled and fucked into my asshole hard. “Slut!”

I whimpered as he buried into my bowels with all that he had. It was just an incredible moment to be buggered by the plumber. He pumped away at me. He fucked me with so much force. My butt-cheeks burned with his every thrust.

I groaned and gasped as he plundered my asshole. He plowed into me with all that he had. I loved every second of it. This was such a wild moment. I groaned, squeezing my anal sheath down his cock. He pounded my bowels with all that he had.

“Yes, yes, yes, turn me up, stud!” I groaned.

“Shit,” he growled and did just that. He fucked my asshole with hard strokes. It was wild to have him doing that. I loved it.

I loved it so much.

He groaned, fucking my bowels with that big dick. I loved him hammering me. He buried to the hilt in my asshole. He plowed deep and hard into my anal sheath. He buried into me that big dick. It was wild to have him doing that to me.

I groaned, savoring every inch of his dick. Every last moment of his rod fucking me. He pounded my anal sheath with all that he had. It was so good. My eyes rolled back in my head as he pounded my asshole hard.

My cuffs rattled as I moaned, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Whore!” he growled. “Take my big tool. Gotta fix all your holes!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my butt-cheeks burning.

He grunted, fucking me so hard. He pounded my bowels with all that he had. I shuddered, savoring the way he plowed into me again and again. He fucked my anal sheath with such force. I groaned, savoring the way that he fucked my bowels.

It was incredible.

Just so awesome.

He fucked my anal sheath so hard and fast. He plowed into me with all that he had. I trembled, my boobs jiggling. He pounded my asshole with such force. He slammed into my anal sheath with every thigh that he had.

I groaned, my bowels melting around his dick. He fucked my asshole with such force. He buried into me hard and fast. I groaned and gasped, my anal sheath massaging his dick. He slammed into me. He buried his mighty cock into my bowels.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s so good! Yes!”

He buried into my anal sheath with all that he had. It was incredible to have him fucking me like that. I loved it. I loved it so much. He grunted, burying into my bowels with his big dick. He slammed into me with all that he had.

“Yes!” I moaned, my orgasm building and building in him. “Oh, oh, that’s it. Just keep fucking my asshole, you big-dick plumber!”

The plumber grunted as he hammered my bowels. He drove me wild with his huge cock. I rose toward that moment when I would cum on him. I could not wait to burst on that huge dick. My bowels melted around his cock.

He buried deep and hard into my bowels. It was incredible. I loved every second of that huge dick in me. My orgasm built and built in me. I rose toward the moment when I would cum. When I would burst on him.

“I’m going to cum!” I gasped as he hammered me. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

“That’s right!” he growled. “You are. You’re going to fucking cum right now. Let me feel that asshole going wild!”

He slammed into me and I exploded.

My asshole convulse around his cock. My pussy gushed juices. The cuffs bit into my wrists as I moaned, my bleached-blonde hair swaying around my face. I trembled as the rapture blazed through me. My anal sheath burned around his thrusting dick.

“Yes!” he roared.

He buried into my bowels and erupted.

He dumped his cum into my anal sheath. I loved the feel of his jizz spurting into me. It was so good to have all that spunk flooding my anal sheath. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was incredible to have him spurting into me over and over again.

My asshole milked his cock. I shuddered, my tits slapping together as I enjoyed that pleasure. It was so good. The heat swept through me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I enjoyed this moment immensely.

“Use me!” I moaned.

“Yes!” he groaned, dumping blast after blast of his cum into my bowels.

I shivered at this moment. It was so good to have all his spunk flooding my have all that spunk in me. I milked him dry. He panted. I shuddered, savoring this moment. It was so wild to feel this. He filled me up with all his cum.

I had all that jizz in me. It was so crazy.

“Yes!” he growled and ripped his dick out of my mouth. “Fuck, bitch, you got my cock dirty. You know what you have to do know?”

I was about to say, “Clean it up when I heard the door open.”

“Mom, I’m home,” Billie Jo called. “I see the plumber? You down in the basement.”

Panic swept through me, but the plumber just said, “I bet your daughter’ll suck my dick clean.”

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T. Ropex

Excitement swept through me. A daughter.

“I will be ready to adjust her,” the AI said as footsteps came down the stairs.

“Mom?” the daughter called. I glanced at her. A plain and slender girl of eighteen with a freckled face and the same mousy, brown hair as her mother. She wore big glasses and baggy overalls with a sweatshirt beneath.

Yes, she needed to be adjusted.

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Billie Jo Cartwright

I came down the stairs. “Mom?”

I stepped it the basement and froze. A naked, buff guy was standing over Mom. She was kneeling on the floor, her hair was… bleached blonde? What? And her breasts were huge, too. I stared in shock at her. When did she get a tit job and…

“Mom?” I asked in confusion. “What is going on here?”

“I’m being a whore for the plumber,” she said with such defiance. “I know how much you hate that I’m a MILF-slut, but that’s who I am. I’ll fuck who I want, especially if they have a huge dick. Look at that cock?”

“Mom?” I was so confused. “What’s going on? Why do you look like that? You have a tattoo that… Gross, Mom? What would Dad think if he saw you like this?”

“Don’t act surprise,” Mom purred. “You know I love cock. I fucked your boyfriends. Their friends. You’ve caught me plenty of times.”

I was so baffled while this nerdy guy standing beside me rubbed his hands and…

I felt so dizzy.

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T. Ropex

I rubbed my hands as the girl went from her baggy clothes to wearing hot pink short-shorts and a boob tube that hugged her big titties. She had bleached-blonde hair like her mother and didn’t have nearly as many freckles.

She still had the glasses, though. They were dainty now. Sexy.

Perfect.

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Billie Jo Cartwright

I ripped off my boob tube, flashing my pierced nipples. “You’re not the only slut, Mommy! My sugar daddy gave me these.”

“What?” gasped Mom. “When did you get your nipples pierced.”

“My clit’s pierced, too,” I said and shoved off my short shorts. I had no panties on, waxed-bare pussy dripping. “See!”

The plumber grinned.

“I just fucked your mother in the ass,” he growled. “Come and suck me clean!”

“Oh, I’ll suck your dick until it’s pristine!” I hissed and marched forward. “I’m a bigger slut than her!”

“Billie Jo!” Mom gasped. It was then I realized she was handcuffed.

Kinky.

“March your skank-ass upstairs right now!” Mom hissed. She wanted the plumber all to herself.

“I’m tired of you thinking you can have all the men!” I dropped to my knees before the plumber. “Mmm, I am going to suck your cock clean.”

“Yes, you are, slut,” he growled and slid his fingers through my hair.

He pulled me forward. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his cock. I suckled on him with all that I had. It was so good to work my mouth up and down him. I suckled so hard on him. He loved it. He stared down at me, his eyes burning hot.

I winked at him and worked my lips up and down his cock. The sour flavor of Mom’s asshole sent this taboo rush through me. This was incest. Indirect incest, but it was still such a forbidden thing for me to do. I loved it.

So did the plumber.

He grinned down at me. He was old enough to be my father, and he was so buff. So strong and commanding. I suckled hard on him, bobbing my head and polishing his pole. I groaned around his cock, savoring that earthy musk.

“You dirty slut!” hissed Mom. “Such a hussy, Billie Jo! I’m going to spank your ass!”

Not right now. Not with her hands cuffed, dumb whore.

What is going on? This isn’t right!

Stupid voice. This was soooo right.

I suckled and slurped on that big dick in my mouth. I nursed with all my might on him, loving this delight. It was just so good to suckle on him with everything that I had. My cheeks hollowed as I worked my mouth up and down him.

He groaned as I did that. It was just such a glorious moment to suckle on him. I polished his dick with all that I had. I loved it. He growled as I did that. He loved how I worked my mouth up and down his dick.

He adored it.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he growled.

I winked at him, nursing so hard on his cock. I blew him with all that I had. I wanted him to flood my mouth with his jizz. That would be so good. He growled as I worked my mouth up and down him. I suckled hard on his rod.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he growled.

I purred around him.

“You’re gonna make me cum so hard, slut! Your daughter is a tramp!”

“Yes, she is,” Mom said, sounding so salty.

I enjoyed the last of her sour asshole. The flavor was fading fast. Soon, it was just he wonderful flavor of his salty precum. I suckled on him, my tongue dancing around his cock. I wanted him to cum. I craved for him to dump all that jizz into my mouth.

I suckled so hard on him. I wanted his cum. I craved to make him erupt. That would be so good to have all that spunk flooding my mouth. I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his rod. It was so good to blow him.

Just so wonderful to suckle on him.

“That’s it,” he groaned.

“Hussy,” Mom muttered.

I was. Such a big hussy.

I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man.

Of course, I had been with men. I had been with lots of them. I was a slut like my mother. I suckled hard on that big dick. I polished his pole, and now I was building him to my reward. All that salty cum spurting from his dick. I craved it so badly.

I was a cum junky who needed her big fix of jizz. I craved that so badly. I shuddered, suckling hard on him. He groaned as I worked my lips up and down his dick. My glasses slipped on my nose as I blew him, pussy cream running down my thighs.

“She’s such a good cocksucker,” the plumber growled. “Shit, I wonder if she sucks cock better than you.”

I did.

“No fucking way!” Mom hissed. “I’m the best.”

I was. I would prove it.

I suckled hard on him, nursing with all my might. I was so ready to have his cum spurting into my mouth. My tongue flicked around his cock. He groaned as I did that. He loved what I did to him. He grunted as I blew him. My cheeks hollowed with my passion. His face tightened.

He was about to cum.

I caressed my tongue up his crown, probing at his slit.

“Fuck!” he growled and erupted.

That salty cum flooded my mouth.

I groaned and gulped it down. He fired spurt after spurt of that cum into my mouth. I loved it. The spunk poured down my throat. I loved this moment. The heat swept through me. My pussy was on fire. Mom watched on with such envy.

I loved it.

I gulped down all the spunk. The plumber had so much for me to enjoy.

“Fucking whore!” he growled.

“She is!” Mom moaned with such envy.

I loved it.

I swallowed it all down. I gulped every last drop of that wonderful spunk. He grunted as he spurted more and more spunk. I held those last few blasts of cum in my mouth. I knew what would make him so hot and bothered.

“Yes!” he growled as he erupted that last time.

I ripped my mouth off his cock and turned to mother. I grabbed her face and leaned in to kiss the handcuff slut.

“Nice,” growled the stud.

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T. Ropex

I smiled.

Yes, yes, following around the plumber was definitely worth it.

To be continued…

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