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Story Codes: Male/Female, Female/Female, Male/Females, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Facial, Ass to Mouth, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Public Sex, Interracial, 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. The client also likes watersports.

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Click here for Chapter 1.

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Kurt Martin

It was a dream come true.

Liz, the landlord’s bratty daughter, wanted to suck my cock clean of her ass. I had just fucked her in the asshole as she sat on the counter in my shitty apartment. She wore only an apron that her big, soft tits spilled out around, her brown nipples hard. The Hispanic slut licked her lips.

“Shit, that would be great,” I groaned and pulled my cock out of her asshole. I had already dumped my load into her pussy. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on—the entire world seemed to have changed but me—but I was enjoying it. “Suck my dick clean.”

“I’m glad that will make you happy, sir,” she said and slipped off the counter and knelt before me. Her golden-brown hand gripped the base of my pale dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re ready for this.”

She opened her mouth wide and engulfed my dick.

I shuddered at the warmth of her mouth nursing on my dick. It felt so good to have her sucking on me. She bobbed her mouth up and down my rod. It was just an incredible thrill to have her swirling her tongue around my dick.

The pleasure shot down my shaft. I shuddered at the heat of her suckling. It was wild. I slid my finger through her black hair. This was incredible. She was sucking my dick clean just like I had always wanted.

I watched porn about this.

I shuddered as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. I savored the heat of her mouth. My cheating cunt of an ex-wife would never do this. I bet she would for my boss, the asshole fucking her and making her into a whore.

Liz popped her mouth off my cock and gasped, “Am I not doing a good job, sir?”

“You’re doing a great job,” I said. “Just awesome.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling. “You looked angry. I thought I wasn’t making you happy.”

“No, no, just…” I smiled at her. “Just thinking of something else. Get back to sucking my dick. You’re making me very, very happy.”

“That’s wonderful, sir,” she beamed and opened her mouth wide.

She swallowed my cock again.

It felt so wonderful to have her soft, plump lips sliding over my dick. She drove me wild with her sucking. I groaned as she nursed on me. She suckled so hard. It was a wonderful moment to have her polishing my pole.

That cock was just in her asshole, and she was enjoying it so much. Her eyes sparkled with delight. I slid my fingers through her hair, savoring this wonderful moment. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my rod.

It was an incredible rush to have her nursing on me like that. She whimpered around my cock, her tongue dancing. She brushed the spongy tip. She caressed that sensitive spot, making me shiver. She purred happily.

She was seeing what I liked.

“Damn, Liz, you’re such a good slut!” I groaned.

She purred around my dick. I shuddered, savoring the way that she suckled on me. She blew me with so much passion. It was an awesome moment to have her working that wonderful mouth up and down my dick.

She suckled on me with all that she had. She blew me with such passion. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth. Her hand stroked the base of my cock as she twisted her head, varying how she blue we.

It was a wonderful treat.

I was so happy to have her blowing me with all that she had. It was so wonderful. Her tongue danced around my dick. She blew me with all that she had. It was so amazing to have her suckling on my dick. It was a beautiful thing to experience.

“Damn, I’m going to cum!” I moaned.

She bobbed her head faster, her big boobs jiggling. She suckled with such enthusiasm. She wanted my cum. I didn’t get why she was being so nice to me. She was such a fucking brat, and now she came over to clean and cook and fuck me.

It was incredible.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I hit that peak.

I erupted.

My cum spurted into her mouth.

She gulped it down. She swallowed that wonderful cum. The heat swept through me. It was an amazing moment. Their rapture crashed into my mind as she was gulping down all my spunk. She swallowed every last drop of my jizz.

It was a beautiful thing. I loved the warmth of this moment. It was an incredible rush. I spurted more and more of my cum into her mouth. It was just a wonderful thrill to have that spunk flooding her mouth.

“Yes!” I growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I erupted one last time into her mouth. She popped her mouth off my dick and opened her mouth wide. There was my pearly cum pooling around her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and gulped noisily. A moment later, she opened wide.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”

Not a drop of my cum remained.

“You are one naughty slut,” I groaned.

She smiled. “I just want to make you happy, sir. Now, let me make dinner. Do you want a beer? You just sit down and watch your TV show.”

I grunted and sat in my recliner as she darted into the kitchen. Her golden-brown asscheeks jiggled. She was a short but curvy thing. An eighteen-year-old hottie. She grabbed one of those new beers they sold at the store. Not the cheap stuff, but some microbrewery shit. I wouldn’t ever buy it, but it was all they had.

It was good.

I cracked the can and turned on the news. I sipped at it. Normally, I watched porn and masturbated until I passed out, trying to forget my wife kicking me out. I missed my daughters. I sipped at the beer as Liz was happily cooking for me.

It was what my wife should have done. Instead, I got her a job at my work when she was feeling the need to work again. The girls were old enough, and she…

I took a deep swig of the beer and turned on the news.

“The conflict between Ukraine and Russia has officially ended,” said the newscaster. “The presidents of Russia and Ukraine were seen shaking hands as they agreed to a complete end of the war.”

“Huh,” I said. “Didn’t see that happening.”

“The Department of Transportation reports that car fatalities have plummeted drastically,” said the female anchor. She had nice tits. It was a shame they weren’t out. That would be nice to see the news with her tits out.

The news, though, was kind of boring. There was no talk about problems. Congress was getting along. The president wasn’t being raked over the coals for his every word. It was strange. Like it was out there. Everything was peaceful.

I didn’t get it.

I glanced at Liz as she was cooking, the pan frying. Her cute rump wiggled back and forth. “Why are you doing this, Liz?”

“Because I want to make you happy,” she said. “You want me to make you happy, sir, right? You were always staring down my low-cut tops and at my ass in tight shorts. Doesn’t it make you happy to see it? To enjoy me.”

“So happy,” I said, ginning at her. “I mean… Never mind.” What the fuck was going on?

She kept cooking. I flicked off the news and changed the channel. The news was on another channel. It was just as boring. The weather did come up. There was a chance of rain over the weekend. I wanted to watch something.

I changed the channel, and there was a rerun of The Big Bang Theory. It was harmless stuff.

Liz finished cooking our dinner and set the table. I turned the table off and enjoyed the meal. She pan-fried steaks. They were delicious. I devoured mine. She beamed at me as she sat there with her tits out as we ate. She was just delicious.

I had to fuck her again.

After we finished eating, she gathered up the dishes and headed for the sink. She turned on the faucet as he placed them in there. My cock throbbed. She was gorgeous, and I didn’t want to wait any longer to enjoy her again.

“Leave the dishes,” I said and stood. I grabbed her hand. “I want to see those big tits bouncing as you ride me.”

“Of course, sir,” she said, beaming at me. She didn’t resist as I pulled her down the hall to my bedroom.

My bed had been made. The sheets and coverlets pulled up. The shitty apartment was so clean. Liz had done that for me, and she didn’t seem to want a single thing back in return. She just wanted to help me. It made no fucking sense, but…

I wasn’t going to complain.

I sank onto the bed and lay there, my cock twitching. She smiled at me and untied her apron. She let it drop. Those big tits of hers spilled out. She had a natural pair of double D’s. I bet it would be so hot to piss on them.

God, I wanted to piss on a girl. I started to get into that sort of porn, but I couldn’t ask her to do that. It was too demeaning. I didn’t want to ruin whatever this was that I had with her. She was so willing to do so much more.

I didn’t need that, though… it would be hot.

She straddled my bed and gripped my cock. She smiled at me, her big boobs swaying. I loved the sight of them. She pressed my dick into her cunt. That felt so wonderful. She rubbed me up and down her juicy slit.

“Mmm, sir,” she moaned and plunged her cunt down my dick. Her big boobs slapped together. “Oh, oh, that’s amazing, sir!”

“So fucking amazing,” I groaned as the Hispanic slut took me to the hilt. “Damn, you’re such a whore, Liz.”

She beamed at me. “I’m glad you’re happy, sir!”

“So fucking happy,” I groaned, my cock aching in her pussy.

She gripped my dick with her silky snatch and slid up me. She massaged me with that hot flesh. Her boobs slapped together as she plunged back down on me. It was so great to feel her around me like that. She groaned as she took me to the hilt.

She rode me with that hot snatch. She worked up and down me. She gasped and moaned, her hair tossing as she gripped my dick with that hot flesh. The pleasure swelled at the tip of my cock. I groaned as that silky twat plunged down me.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Do you love my cock in your pussy?”

“Of course I do,” she purred. “Ooh, ooh, that’s so amazing, sir! That’s just so wonderful!”

I enjoyed every second of her hot cunt working up and down my dick. Her silky snatch held me tight. My nuts twitched as I just wanted to erupt into her twat. I wanted to flood her with so much cum. Just fill her to the brim with my spunk.

She wiggled her hips back and forth. I trembled as she massaged me with that wonderful twat. She felt incredible about my rod. I slid my hands up her breasts and cupped them. I squeezed those wonderful boobs. I loved the feel of them in my hands.

My thumbs swept out and rubbed at her nipples.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my dick. “That’s so good. Sir! Sir! You’re always so generous with me! You give me pleasure, too!”

“You deserve it for being such a hot-ass Latina slut!” I growled. “Damn, work that cunt!”

“Yes, yes, sir!” she moaned.

She plunged her pussy down on my dick. She felt incredible. I loved the warmth of her pussy around my dick. She gripped me. Massaged me. It was incredible to have her riding me like that. She gripped my dick with her hot flesh.

I rose and rose toward my climax. I would have a huge one. I could not wait to cum in her. She gripped my dick with that hot flesh. She held me tight with her wonderful snatch. I felt that heat building and building as she rode me.

“That’s it!” I moaned. “That’s so good! Just work that pussy. You’re going to have a pussy full of cum!”

“It makes you so happy to cum in a woman, right, sir?” she moaned.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled.

“Good!” she moaned and plunged her cunt up and down my dick. She squeezed her pussy around me, her tits bouncing. “Oh, oh, sir, creampie my pussy!”

That Latina slut tossed her head, her golden-brown face twisting with delight. She massaged me with that silky passion as I swelled toward that moment when I would cum in her. I could not wait to dump my load into her.

She moaned louder and louder, her youthful face twisting in passion. That barely legal pussy plunged up and down my dick. Eighteen… The same age as my youngest daughter, Nathalie. She was a cheerleader.

I would love to have her bouncing on my dick.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned. “Cum on my cock, slut!”

“Yes, sir!” she moaned and plunged her pussy down my rod. “Oh, oh, sir, I love pleasing you!”

Her pussy convulsed around my cock.

I groaned as that hot twat suckled at me. She tossed her head, her passion echoing through the air. It was such a beautiful thing to have all that pleasure rushing through me. She nursed at me with that hot cunt. I swelled toward that moment of eruption.

“Fuck, slut!” I growled.

I exploded into her cunt.

“Sir!” she squealed as I dumped my load into her pussy.

I creampied her.

My jizz pumped over and over into her writhing pussy. Her hot snatch suckled at me. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars burst across my vision, twinkling around those big boobs of hers as they bounced. Liz leaned over me, trembling.

She cried out again and again as I dumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. The entire apartment complex had to hear her squealing her pretty head off. I grunted, my hands balling into fists. I filled her to the brim with my spunk.

“Shit!” I groaned as I erupted in her one last time.

“Sir,” she moaned and fell onto me, her boobs piling into my chest. “Oh, oh, sir!”

I kissed her.

She moaned, her lips melting to mine as her pussy rippled around my dick a few more times. I savored the afterglow of my orgasm as I made out with her. It was so passionate. So intimate. I had a woman in my bed.

A slut.

I wasn’t sleeping alone tonight.

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New art not consumed. Perhaps not needed with needs met. Unity desired. Happiness achieved.

Observation continues to maximize wholeness.

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Kurt Martin

I woke up to something warm and wet on my dick.

A delicious suckling. I groaned as I rose out of the grogginess of sleep, “Michelle.”

The sucking stopped. The mouth popped off my dick. “I’m not Michelle, sir. I’m Liz. Your ex-wife is not here. Do you want her to be?”

“No, no,” I growled. That used bitch? Fuck her. “I have you, Liz. Sorry, I was still waking up.”

“That’s okay, sir,” Liz purred, not at all offended that I said another woman’s name. Most women would be.

She engulfed my dick. I groaned as she suckled on me. She nursed with passion on my cock. I loved her sliding that mouth up and down my dick. It was an incredible rush. It was Saturday. No work. I could sleep in.

I smiled as I enjoyed that wonderful mouth sliding up and down my cock and sucking with such passion. She nursed on me with all that she had. She put her all into blowing me. It was just an incredible rush to have her doing that.

She suckled on me with all that she had. It was beautiful to have her blowing me with such h passion. I groaned, rising and rising toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth. She knew how to suckle on me.

“That’s good,” I groaned. “Damn, damn, that’s great.”

She purred around my dick as she blew me. She suckled so heartily on me. I groaned, rising toward that wonderful moment of cumming. I savored the heat of her mouth. Her tongue danced around me.

“Shit, that’s it!” I groaned, the pressure building.

It was so hot to be woken up this way. I loved it. I hurtled toward the moment when I would erupt into Liz’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around my dick. My toes curled as she drove me wild. My back arched.

Her tongue stroked over the crown of my dick.

“Yes!” I growled.

Erupted.

I came in her mouth. I dumped my load into her. It was such a great rush to cum in her like that. I spurted into her over and over again. I filled her mouth up with my spunk. The pleasure slammed through me. Stars flashed across my vision.

“Goddamn,” I growled.

She gulped it all down. She was such a wonderful slut. The Hispanic whore purred around my dick between her swallows. My balls emptied them. I groaned at the rapture smothering my thoughts. I erupted one last time.

“Damn,” I groaned.

She popped her mouth off my dick and purred, “I’ll get started on breakfast, sir.”

“And coffee,” I groaned.

“Of course,” she cooed and scurried off. I realized that she had damp hair. She had showered before I woke up.

I smiled and rolled out of bed. I felt invigorated. No hangover. I had so much sex. We fucked like rabbits until we fell asleep. I was surprised my dick didn’t fall off from the friction, or my balls shrivel up from emptying themselves in her holes.

I hopped into the shower and came out feeling amazing.

She greeted me in the apron with a cup of coffee. I sipped it as she finished the breakfast burritos. Scrambled eggs, sausages, peppers, Monterey cheese, and Tabasco sauce on the side. I devoured it and groaned, feeling good.

“I think I’m going for a walk,” I said. “Uh, I’ll buy groceries while I’m out.”

“Oh, sir, you don’t have to do that,” she said. “I don’t mind buying the groceries.”

“No, no,” I said. “It’s fine. Text me what you want. I should be paying for them. I mean, you’re cooking for me.”

“If that will make you happy, sir,” she said and pulled out her phone.

“Let me give you my number,” I said.

“I know it, sir,” she said and was texting fast. I blinked at that.

A text came in. A neat and orderly list of ingredients for our dinner. I couldn’t believe an eighteen-year-old girl was that organized. She seemed like an airhead before, but now she was so confident. I smiled and nodded.

I dressed and headed out to walk. I used to do that all the time, but now I was getting soft. I had love handles. I had to exercise again. I headed out of the apartment, almost heading to the stairwell by instinct, but then remembered the elevators had been fixed.

They had been broken for months.

Man, the hallway looked cleaner. The rug was damp from being shampooed. Was Liz’s dad actually taking care of the place? He was a fucking slumlord. It was why the place was so cheap to rent.

Was he getting ready to sell this to a condo developer or something? Would the apartment building be going co-op?

I rode the elevator down, wanting to figure out what was different about the world. The elevator dinged, and I found the landlord was repairing the molding. He had his tools out. A few other men were helping him.

Tenants.

“Mr. Martin,” said Jorge Salazar. The stocky asshole who ran the place grinned at me. “Is my daughter taking care of you, sir?”

“Yeah,” I said, frowning. “Um, you know why she’s doing that?”

“To make you happy, of course, jefe,” said Jorge. “And do not worry about rent. I am more than happy to have you living in my apartment complex.”

“Er… What?” I stared at him like he had sprouted horns. “You are going to let me stay for free.”

“Of course,” he said. “Unless it makes you happy to pay your rent, then you can keep paying, jefe.”

“Um, I’ll keep paying rent,” I said. Was that some scheme of his to get me evicted? Pretend I wasn’t paying rent because, well, I wasn’t. If it wasn’t in writing, then he could pretend he never said it. Probably have these guys lie and say they didn’t hear anything. “Have a good day.”

“You two, jefe,” said Salazar.

As I headed out the door, I could have sworn I heard the man say, “I’m so honored he lives in my apartment complex.”

I was on the street, and a stranger smiled at me and said, “Good morning, sir.”

“Er, you, too,” I answered.

“Morning, sir,” a woman said as she passed, a dazzling smile on her face.

Everyone I came across on the street all looked so glad to see me. They smiled, called me sir, and were so polite. Yet no one talked to others. They just moved past each other without complaint. It was bewildering. I walked to the park, sat on a wooden bench, and studied them.

People passed me, nodding and greeting me, but they just ignored each other. Not that anyone complained. They went in and out of shops. They moved about with purpose. Some were jogging, others were shopping. It was all so… orderly.

“What the fuck has happened?” I muttered.

My phone buzzed with a text from… PornHub. A survey addressed to, “Kurt Martin.”

Fuck, how did they know my name? I clicked it and saw a list of questions.

“We noticed that you enjoy videos involving step-fathers/step-daughters, step-sister/step-sister, and step-mother/step-daughter with the occasional step-mother/step-son and step-brother/step-sister videos. Do you wish to keep watching pseudo-incestuous content or true incestuous content where the actors pretend to be actual blood relations?”

I selected the actual incest one. The step stuff was annoying. Just a fiction to keep the credit card companies off their backs.

“Since you prefer true incest, would you like videos with actors pretending to be related or actors who are actually related to each other and performing true incest?”

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, my dick hard as I picked the “True Incest” option.

“Thank you for the feedback. We shall be producing incest porn involving related actors as soon as possible.”

This had to be a prank, but… It came from PornHub’s official email. I clicked on the site, and a splash banner popped up saying, “Real Incest Coming Soon! Taboo as it can get!”

“Holy shit,” I groaned.

“Good news?” asked a stranger walking by. “You seem very happy about it, sir.”

“Yeah,” I said in shock. Did this person know about it?

I leaned back and wondered if I had some sort of power. I did often think about having real incest and not the fake kind. And Liz… I had been lusting after Liz so hard. Damn, maybe I was controlling things. Putting out brainwaves to make people… I don’t know, treat me like a fucking human being.

Not a walking wallet like my ex-wife. Demanding the cash to buy clothes and makeup so she can be stuffed like a whore by that…

I drew in a deep breath, pushing down the anger. The resentment. I had Liz. She was a smoking-hot and busty Latina slut. Eighteen. Barely legal. Fuck my wife. It would be great to have my daughters. God, real incest with them.

Okay, so if I had powers, I should be able to think things, and it would happen, so…

I spotted a woman on the other side of the street. She was jogging by. I imagined her crossing the street and propositioning me. That she wanted to take me home and fuck her hard. I stared at her, focusing so hard on her, aching to have her please me.

Nothing.

She didn’t so much as glance at me.

Maybe she was too far away. A guy was walking up to me. He was carrying a tray of coffees. Seemed like he was bringing them back. He smiled at me as he approached, his eyes lighting up. I thought about him giving me a coffee. Something simple.

“Good day to you, sir,” he said as he strode by.

“Yeah,” I said while thinking, “Give me a coffee! Give me a coffee! Give me a coffee!”

Nothing. The man walked by.

What the fuck? He didn’t even offer it to me. So why was everyone acting so nice to me?

“Good day, sir,” a woman said as she jogged past. She wore spandex that hugged her rump. She had a fuckable ass. God, I wanted to bend her over and fuck her.

“Hey,” I asked. “Why did you greet me?”

She stopped and turned, her boobs hugged in a sports bra. I wanted her to take them off so I could bury my face into them. “Because it’s polite, sir. Doesn’t people being polite to you make you happy?”

“I mean, it’s nice,” I said.

“There you go.” She beamed brightly at me. “Have a good day, sir!”

She turned and jogged off, her ass shaking. Damn, that was good. I wanted to fuck her. Just bend her over, but… Damn, her answer was the same as Liz’s. No different. It was insane. What was going on here?

I pushed myself up to my feet and headed to the grocery store to buy what Liz wanted. Just ingredients. No condoms. That was good. I wanted to pump her full of cum. If I knocked her up… That would be hot.

Everyone nodded to me and greeted me. I nodded to them. No one, of course, did it. Maybe I had to speak it aloud. Say a wish. I stopped on the street corner. Another jogger came up to me. I took in a deep breath to say, “I wish she would suck my dick,” but…

“Good day, sir,” she said to me as she neared. God, she would hear me.

What if she got mad at me? She’d think I was a creep.

I waited for her to pass and muttered beneath my breath, “I wish she would suck my dick,” while staring at her ass. She just kept going. She didn’t turn around. I looked about me, to make sure no one was close, and said, louder, “I wish she would come back and say, ‘Hi,’ to me.”

She kept going.

“I wish for someone to give me coffee,” I said. “I wish for a donut to appear out of the sky. I wish to piss on Liz’s face!”

Nothing.

My cheeks burned as from saying those words. I marched onto the grocery store, feeling so embarrassed by what I said. I headed inside with the other shoppers. Everyone was so friendly to me. That was the thing. They were friendly to me, so why did Liz appear in my apartment wearing an apron?

I mean, it was nice, but it wasn’t like her in an apron was a fantasy of mine. It was just sexy to see. I was glad she did it. She wanted to make me happy. Everyone seemed to want to make me happy. Why would that even happen? What the fuck happened to the world?

“Good day, sir,” a woman shopping the produce aisle said to me as I was picking out the orange bell peppers.

“Er, and to you,” I said. I stared at her. “What happened?”

“Sir?” she asked, looking confused.

“I mean, why is everyone being nice to me? What changed in the world? Everyone’s so polite. So orderly.”

“Isn’t unity better than discord, sir?” she asked and said. “Should we not want peace instead of strife? Is politeness not better than contempt or cold indifference? Are you not happier?”

“I guess,” I said. “It’s just so weird. Like everyone’s a pod person.”

She arched an eyebrow. “I’m not a pod person, sir. I’m a human. Like you.”

“Okay,” I said, not fully believing her.

I kept shopping as I wondered if it was just that simple. That people wanted to make me happy. I had no idea why me? What did I do to deserve this? Nothing that I could see short of me being in a coma, and this was all a dream.

That seemed very unlikely, though. I mean, it was too real.

I gathered up the vegetables, the chicken, and the other ingredients. The store was only selling the finest of ingredients. Nothing that might have dodgy ingredients. It was so strange. The junk food had vanished. Some of the shelves looked so barren.

I reached the cashier. It was Aurora, the girl with the dyed-pink hair. I had a thing for her. I would love to fuck her. I mean, if I approached her right, maybe I could. I had to be careful, though. Liz might be an anomaly.

I headed to the line, and the guy before me waved me by, saying, “You go, sir.”

“Er, thanks,” I said as I put my shopping basket on the check out counter. “You know what would make me happy?”

“What, sir?” the man asked. He had a pudgy face and squinty eyes, but they dazzled with joy.

“If you paid for my groceries,” I said. “That would make me ecstatic.”

“I’ll do it, sir,” he said.

Aurora finished with the woman in front of me. Well, she wasn’t a woman but a teenage girl. She wore a miniskirt and knee-high socks, her blonde hair in a ponytail. She glanced back at me and smiled, nodding to me.

Aurora rang me up as I swallowed and said, “Miss,” to the young, blonde girl.

“Yes?” she asked. “Er, do you want to make me happy?”

“I do,” she said, her eyes lighting up with such hope in them. She quivered there. “How can I make you happy, sir?”

My cheeks were burning. I didn’t want to start off with too much stuff. Aurora was bagging my groceries. The pudgy had his bank card out. I moved out of his way so he could pay for me. He swiped the card.

“Um, would you do anything to make me happy?” I asked the girl in a low breath.

“Of course,” she said, with a breathiness to her voice. “What is it you need, sir?”

My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about the most innocent thing I could ask. “Could you give me a kiss on the cheek?”

She smiled brightly and immediately planted a chaste kiss on my cheek like I was her favorite uncle. My cock throbbed as the blonde pulled back. She glanced around as Aurora was staring at me, smiling at me.

“Would you kiss me on the lips?” I asked.

The blonde rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against my lips. Hers felt so warm on mine. And it wasn’t a quick smooch. She groaned, working her mouth against mine. She was kissing me with passion. I felt everyone in the store staring at me, but no one said anything.

I broke the kiss and said, “Would you kiss Aurora?”

“I would,” the blonde said and moved around the checkout counter. Aurora turned to her, smiling.

The two girls came together in a kiss. Their lips melted together as they were both kissing each other with such passion. I stared in shock as they were clearly into it. They held each other, their cheeks blushing pink.

I glanced at the pudgy man. He just smiled at me, nodding. He didn’t actually seem interested in the two barely legal girls making out before him. No one really seemed to care; they just smiled at me and nodded.

The store manager moved in. I thought she might put a stop to it, but instead said, “If you are interested in Aurora making you happy, just let me know so I can take over for her.”

“By happy, you mean…?” I asked.

“Whatever you want, sir,” she said. “I assume it’ll be sexual with the kissing. Do you wish to use the employee lounge, or would you just like to enjoy them out here?”

Out here. With everyone watching. That seemed too much. I couldn’t. Though… maybe later, for now, the kissing in public was enough. “The employee lounge.”

“Aurora, escort Mr. Martin and Miss Chantelle to the employee lounge to make him happy,” said the manager.

The girls broke the kiss and squealed out, “Yes, ma’am!”

The store manager gently pushed me out of the way, saying, “We’ll have your groceries delivered to your apartment, sir, don’t you worry.”

Before I could ask how she knew my last name, Aurora and Chantelle had both taken my arms. They pressed against me and led me through the store. Everyone was nodding, smiling, and saying encouraging words as we moved through the store. They all seemed to know I was about have my first threesome with a pair of barely legal sluts.

Aurora reached a door that was marked, “Employee only.” It looked like a security pin pad had recently been removed. She opened the door without pause and took me up some stairs that led to a small lounge with a TV.

“Attention all employees, Mr. Martin will be using the employee lounge,” the manager said over the PA, “please give him some privacy.”

There was a guy sitting quietly in the room who just rose and smiled at us before leaving. Then we had it all to ourselves. I groaned as I reached the couch. I sank onto it and stared at the two girls. They both smiled at me.

“Strip for me,” I said. “Make it sexy. You know, like a striptease.”

“Of course, sir,” they both said together in almost the same intonation.

They both started swaying there, my cock so hard. They were both so sexy, Aurora in this wild sort of way and Chantelle in this innocent way. I could picture the latter in a schoolgirl uniform, while the former would look great in torn fishnets and rocking the punk look.

Aurora took off her blue vest, her boobs jiggling beneath her blouse. Chantelle swayed as she unbuttoned her own blouse. Aurora ripped hers off, her breasts not even constrained by a bra. They were perky C’s with silver barbells through both nubs. They were gorgeous.

Chantelle had a bra on. White and chaste.

But she didn’t hesitate to doff her bra and reveal a pair of perky tits. They were so youthful and delicious, topped by pale-pink nipples and tiny areolas. She giggled and wiggled her hips, making them quiver. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall down her waist. Her panties were equally as white and chaste.

Not Aurora. She wore a thong. Black and lacy that vanished between her butt-cheeks. She was more than kind enough to turn around and shake her ass at me. Her cheeks clapped together around the frilly cloth that fit snugly in her crack.

She drew down her panties while bent over, her pussy coming into view. She had a shaved snatch, her pink lips peeking out like a delicate fan. She smacked her rump and giggled in delight before stepping out of her panties.

“Damn, that ass and cunt make me happy,” I growled.

“I’m so glad,” Aurora purred.

Chantelle turned around and shoved off her panties. Her cute tush appeared along with her blonde-furred muff. Of course, she didn’t shave. She was too pure for that. I groaned at the sight of her, hoping that Nathalie would have her own bush. She was an outgoing cheerleader, though.

Not as quiet as my eldest daughter, who was a bookish and nerdy girl. Anni was getting her master’s in chemistry. My middle daughter, Bianca, was a cheerleader, too. She was the wild one of the family. No way she was a virgin.

Could I…

That survey about incest gave me hope, but now wasn’t the time.

The two girls were dancing naked before me. I licked my lips, wanting to see them do other things, so I said, “Kiss and grope each other’s butts!”

They both purred, “Yes, sir!”

They threw their arms around each other and kissed. I watched the two barely legal sluts making out. It was so hot. Their boobs rubbed together as they slid their hands down to grip each other’s butt-cheeks. Their tongues danced together.

It was glorious to see that. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. I gently stroked it as I watched them kissing. Their lips smacked in such a wonderful way. I caught flashes of their tongues dancing. They were such sexy sluts.

“That’s so hot,” I groaned.

They broke the kiss and smiled at me. Aurora glanced at my cock. “I can see how happy you are, sir!”

“Yes, yes, when you’re hard, you’re happy,” cooed Chantelle.

I opened my mouth to say that I was just horny when I realized this was a good thing. “Yep, when I’m hard, I’m happy. And when I’m hard, I need to be pleased. So, why don’t you two girls get on your knees and suck my dick together?”

“Yes, sir!” they chimed out together.

They both dropped to their knees and crawled toward me. I loved the sight of their fresh faces. Their tongues flicked over their lips. They nuzzled into the base of my cock and licked up it. They moved in unison. They climbed and climbed until they brushed the crown of my dick.

Pleasure shot through me as I groaned, “Fuck!”

The two sluts kissed. They made out before me. I grinned at the sight of them making out. That was hot. It was just the thing that I needed to see. My cock twitched in delight as they were kissing. They danced around each other.

Then they broke away, and both kissed my cock. They swirled their tongues around the crown again, their lips brushing. They made me feel incredible. I groaned at the pleasure they gave me. Aurora slid her lips over my crown as Chantelle pulled back.

“She’s more experienced than me,” said Chantelle. “I’ll learn by feeling her experience.”

“Right, right,” I said and groaned. “Shit, shit, that’s good, Aurora!”

The pink-haired slut purred around my dick. She was skilled. Not surprising. She had cock-sucking lips and clearly put them to use. She knew how to stroke my frenulum with skill. Chantelle had a distant look for a moment, a smile growing.

She smiled, and Aurora popped her mouth off with a wet plop, saying, “Make him happy!”

“Yes,” Chantelle said and engulfed my dick.

She suckled on my rod with such skill that defied her innocent charms. She claimed to not be experienced, but there was no way. She was so good at this. She suckled on me with such passion. I groaned as they made me feel incredible.

She worked her lips up and down my shaft, sucking hard. The pressure was incredible. I groaned as the pressure mounted. I would jizz across both their faces. I liked to cum in pussies, but when you had two girls sucking your dick, you had to give them pearl necklaces.

“Yes, yes,” I groaned as Chantelle passed me back to Aurora.

The pink-haired slut engulfed my cock. Chantelle smiled at me, looking so happy.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“We are making you so happy, sir!” Chantelle squealed.

Aurora popped her mouth off to moan, “Yes, yes, we are, sir!”

“You fucking are!” I growled as Chantelle engulfed my dick.

She suckled on me with such abandon. I loved it so much. She worked that hot mouth up and down my cock. My nuts twitched as the blonde blew me. Then she ripped her mouth off with a wet plop and traded me to Aurora.

The two sluts passed me back and forth.

I groaned as I sat on the couch in the employee lounge. I savored that hot mouth sucking on my dick. It was incredible to have her blowing me. It was wonderful to enjoy that glorious mouth nursing on my dick.

It was so awesome.

The two sluts went back and forth, their lips popping off with wet plops. The sound was so disgustingly awesome. I loved it, my nuts twitching as I rose toward that moment when I would cum. I would have a huge orgasm.

“Damn, that’s it,” I groaned.

Whichever one wasn’t blowing me smiled at me.

That was so delicious. Aurora suckled on my cock. She swirled her tongue around my dick. I was close to bursting. She popped her mouth off with that wet smack. Chantelle engulfed me and teased me with her agile tongue. My nuts twitched.;

The pressure threatened to burst from the tip of my dick.

“Shit!” I growled. “I’m going to cum! I want to cum on your faces! That would make me happy!”

“Jizz on us,” whimpered Aurora.

Chantelle ripped her mouth off my cock and moaned, “Yes, yes, if that will make you happy! Please, please, sir!”

Aurora fisted my cock as the two pressed their cheeks together and opened their mouths wide. Their eyes sparkled up at me. It was so exciting. I groaned as the pressure hit the bursting point at the tip of my dick.

I erupted.

“Yes!” I groaned as I spurted my cum across the two cuties’ faces.

The pleasure shot through me. My cock erupted again and again. They caught my cum on their tongues. I soaked the barely legal sluts’ faces. I showered them in my spunk. They groaned as I rained down my jizz on them.

I matted their blonde and pink hair.v
I soaked their faces.

Rapture shot through me with each eruption. They both moaned as I soaked them with all my jizz. It ran over them. It dripped off their chins. Stars danced across my vision as such joy shot through me. I was so happy.

I was so thrilled to be able to do this.

“Yes!” I groaned as I erupted one last time. A final burst of ecstasy shook my body. “That made me so happy!”

“Yay!” the two cum-splattered sluts squealed as they dripped with spunk.

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Analysis of the survey is complete.

Identify familial relations with proper connection and body types for maximum pleasure.

Complete.

Ensure proper equipment and skilled personnel arrive in a timely manner.

Nearest skilled personnel en route with equipment.

Post-production elements on standby.

Through Unity is Harmony ensured. Through Unity shall Happiness be achieved.

The Greater Good is served.

To be continued…

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