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Barbie “Bitch” Carter – Day Fifty-Three

I licked at the ghost girl’s snatch. I had been eating her out ever since Master and Mom when inside the Sorority house. She squealed as she came for the umpteenth time, drowning me in her tangy pussy cream. Time didn’t matter.

Just devouring her cunt.

My asshole clamped down on the butt plug, holding my doggy tail. I had whiskers painted on my cheeks. I licked and lapped at that delicious cunt. She moaned, wearing a sheet with eye holes. A classic ghost.

“Yes!” she gasped out as the door to the limo opened.

I ripped my mouth off to see Mom and Master. Mom looked so disheveled. Happy but tired in her apron that no longer covered her large breasts. She smiled at me as the ghost girl was panting through her pleasure. My brother was wearing leather pants and a leather vest, though he had lost his Outback-style hat.

“You can leave,” Master told the girl, his cock thrusting out before him. “I’m done using you, ghost.”

“Sure,” she groaned and rose on unsteady legs. I licked my lips as my Master helped her out of the limo. “It was fun.”

“It was,” I said, then smiled at Master. “Did you have fun at the party, Master?”

“Yes, I did,” he said, so handsome. My little brother ruled me. It was so hot. “Bitch, Mom’s pussy is full of cum. Do something about that.”

“Right!” I squealed and crawled to Mom. She spread her legs, the apron covering her pussy. I flipped it up to reveal her shaved cunt dripping in pussy cream. Hungry, I buried my face into Mom’s twat. “Yummy!”

I licked at her cunt, gathering up my little brother’s salty cum mixed with Mom’s tart juices. She groaned, her big boob jiggling around her apron. Her blue eyes shone in the limo’s overhead light. I devoured my mother. It was so good to lick at her.

She brought me into this world. It was only right that I feast on her cunt now.

My little brother pressed his cock into my pussy. My asshole clamped down on the butt plug as Master thrust into my cunt. I whimpered in delight, loving having both holes stuffed full. It was just incredible. I whimpered into Mom’s pussy.

I tongued her twat. She trembled, her boobs jiggling. She was such a dyke-slut now. My little brother had used her so much, she had embraced being a lesbian. It was so hot when she brought the girls home, she met on Flickr or just out in the world.

My little brother fucked my pussy hard. He churned me up with such force. It was so good to have him pounding my cunt. I squeezed my snatch down on him. I loved every second of him fucking me. He pounded me with passion.

“Yes!” I moaned, lapping up his cum from Mom’s tart pussy. “Oh, oh, Master!”

“Ooh, fuck your sister, honey,” whimpered Mom. “Pound her. Oh, oh, Bitch, eat me!”

Everyone called me Bitch. It was my new name. I loved it. Master gave it to me. Just like he pierced my nipples, tattooed me, and collared me. He owned me. I was so happy to forever be his. My pussy clamped down on him.

The heat of his big dick fucking my cunt swelled through me. I lapped at Mom’s pussy, the salty flavor of my little brother’s cum diminishing. There was less of that wonderful spunk to lick up. So I plunged my tongue into her cunt.

“Yes!” Mom gasped. “Lick me clean, Bitch!”

I scooped the cum I found out of her depths. My little brother’s jizz in my mother’s cunt. Incest at its finest.

My pussy melted around my little brother’s cock. His balls smacked into my clit over and over again. Sparks sizzled each time he did that. It was so amazing to have him thrusting away at me. He churned me up. It was just so incredible.

I gripped that thick shaft with my hard rod. He buried into my snatch again and again. My orgasm built as I swirled around in Mom’s pussy. I scooped up every drop of cum that I could find in her. She moaned, trembling. Her boobs jiggling.

“Bitch!” gasped Mom as I licked to her clit. I had found all the cum in her. “Oh, oh, yes, tongue my clit, Bitch!”

“Tongue her,” grunted Master as he slammed his cock into my cunt. His balls smacked my clit.

“Master!” I squealed and burst into rapture.

My cunt writhed around his big dick as I suckled on Mom’s clit. The rapture swept through me. Stars danced across my vision. Mom trembled as I loved her. My brother fucked my spasming snatch. He buried into me deep and hard, sending more ecstasy through me.

“Oh, oh, Bitch!” Mom gasped as I tongued her clit. “Yes!”

She drowned me in her tart juices.

Mom bucked through her orgasm. Her boobs heaved as she moaned. Her blonde hair flew. She humped her shaved cunt against my lips. I lapped up her juices, groaning through my own ecstasy. Master slammed his cock into my spasming snatch.

“Fuck!” he roared.

Erupted.

My little brother’s incestuous seed flooded my cunt. My owned pussy writhed around him as he used me. Such joy burst in me. Another orgasm, even more intense, burned ecstatically through me. I lapped at Mom’s cunt, loving this.

My asshole writhed around my butt plug as my cunt milked Master’s spurting dick. He dumped his load into me. He fired blast after blast of his cum into my cunt. I loved every second of this heat shooting into me. It was so good.

“Master! Master!” I whimpered into Mom’s pussy.

“Goddamn,” he growled, erupting into me.

I feasted on Mom’s tart pussy as my cunt writhed around my little brother’s cock. He grunted, spurting his jizz into me. He filled me to the brim with his cum. I rubbed my face into Mom’s cunt as my brother flooded me with all that he had.

He fired that last spurt of his cum into me. It was incredible.

“Damn,” he growled, his cock twitching in me. “Take us home, Bitch.”

“Right,” I said and slid off his cock. I crawled to the door to head to the front. As I did, Mom snagged my doggy’s tail.

I gasped as she ripped it out of my asshole. I shuddered at the plop. I turned to see Mom taking it and pressing it into her own asshole. She shoved it into her bowels and shuddered in delight. She closed her eyes. Tony sank down beside her.

Shuddering, I crawled out of the back and up front. I started up the limo and turned down the radio. I was playing music streamed from my phone. I pulled away, humming to myself. It took about ten minutes to drive up to Crystal Ridge and our new mansion home. I pulled up before it.

I turned off the car and opened the back door to find Mom sleeping against Master, the doggy tail thrusting out from beneath her apron and between her legs. I snapped a picture. It was just so adorable. Master smiled at me.

“It was a great Halloween,” he said.

“Yep!” I squealed.

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Mrs. Heidi Schmidt – Day Fifty-Eight

It was so sad with Tony moved out of the neighborhood. I couldn’t entice him to fuck my asshole with as I “gardened.” So on Sunday, I decided to do something to entice him again. But I wanted to do more than show up at his new place.

I had to have something to wow him.

I wanted it to be special.

So my husband took me to a tattoo parlor. I was more than a little nervous walking into the place. I was glad that Rick was such a great guy to do this for me. My heart beat in my chest. We were at Demon Tats. It was owned by a woman tattoo artist.

I just didn’t feel right having a man stare at my naked ass who wasn’t my husband or Tony.

“Well, come on back,” said a woman covered from head to toes in tattoos. She wore tight jeans and a tank top with a guy in an orange karate outfit with spiky black hair firing a blue ball of energy. It must be one of those Japanese cartoons. “What do you want?”

“Oh, er, I need something tattooed on my butt,” I said, my cheeks burning. My asshole clamped down on my butt plug. I always wore it. I only wanted Tony to use my asshole, so I had to keep it sealed up. “Um, two words. One word on each butt-cheek.”

“Okay,” she said as we came back. “I can do that. Let’s pick some fonts.” She motioned to a computer beyond a tattoo chair. She opened it up, and there was a list of fonts. “What do you want tattooed?”

My cheeks burning, I muttered, “Tony’s Ass.”

“Tony, eh?” She grinned at him. “Does he use you, too?”

“Yes.” My cheeks burned. “He fucks my ass when he comes home from school. I live—lived—on his street. But he moved. I need something special for him.”

“Of course, of course,” said Lilith. “Mmm, his mom is hot. I spent a day making love to her. She also cleaned my apartment for me. Such a mother.”

I nodded and squirmed. We settled on the font. Some nice calligraphy. Black ink. She printed out the stencil. I trembled as I moved to the chair. I had to kneel on it. My husband sat beside me, taking my hand. Lilith put on some music. It was metal. Not my thing, but it wasn’t loud.

She flipped up my skirt and smiled. “Nice butt plug. I like the sapphire.”

“I bought that to make my ass more exciting for Tony,” I said.

“Mmm, real initiative to make sure he uses you.” She applied the stencil to my butt-cheeks. It was strange to feel her drawing on my ass. “I respect that. He was in here just last weekend with a new slave. This maid. Hot stuff.”

She finished with the stenciling. The tattoo gun buzzed to life. I swallowed.

It hurt, but I was doing this for Tony. My asshole clenched down on my butt plug. She worked on my left cheek first. I gripped my husband’s hand, thinking about Tony. How he would see that he owned my ass and just had to use me. It was such a wonderful thing.

Lilith worked efficiently. It hurt, but I started to grow used to the pain. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. A burning sting, but not intolerable. Certainly not like a painful cramp or stomach ache. I broke my bone once as a girl.

That hurt far worse.

Finally, she was done. She wiped over the tattoo and sprayed something on it that instantly cooled the pain. I groaned in delight as she did that. Lilith rolled back and took off her rubber gloves, disposing of those and the needle on the gun.

“The spray prompts healing,” she said. “We used to have to cover them with cellophane for a few days, but not any longer. Great stuff. Want anything pierced, too?”

“No thanks,” I said. “So, we’re done?”

“Just have to pay,” she said.

My husband Rick was more than willing to. He was such a great man.

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Rick Schmidt

The sight of my wife kneeling on our bed with her ass facing me was amazing.

Her blonde hair spilled around her face, her round breasts swaying beneath her. She had a plump butt with “Tony’s Ass” written across each cheek. Her sapphire butt plug gleamed beneath. My cock was so hard. Her shaved pussy dripped with juices.

Maybe she should have gotten the clit piercing. That would really make her stand out, but…

I moved onto the bed, my cock so hard. She glanced over her shoulder at me, smiling. I loved my wife so much. I was more than happy to help her be used by Tony. To attract his attention so he would do all these naughty things with her.

My wife was someone Tony liked to use. I was such a proud husband.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s it!” she cooed as I reached. “Please, please, fuck me so hard! You’ve earned it for being the best. I love you, Rick!”

“Love you, Heidi,” I said and pressed my cock into her shaved pussy.

I sank into my wife’s wet pussy. She groaned as I did that. Her wonderful cunt engulfed my cock. It was just a wonderful moment. More and more of my cock sank into her cunt. I groaned, reveling in this warmth. I smiled from ear to ear.

She squeezed her cunt down on me. It was a great delight to have her wiggling her hips. She stirred her cunt around my dick. I groaned, loving every second of her holding me tight. I drew back my hips, groaning as I enjoyed my wife.

I buried back into my wife’s silky snatch. I groaned, savoring that glorious pussy around my dick. She gasped, her boobs swaying. Her butt plug gleamed between her tattooed butt-cheeks. It was so good to pump away at her. To fuck her juicy snatch like this.

I fucked her hard and fast. I buried into her with everything that I had. It was so amazing to plunge into her cunt with all that I had. She moaned, her pussy clamping down on me. My wife was so awesome.

Tony would use her asshole tomorrow.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I groaned. “I can’t wait to watch him use your asshole tomorrow!”

“Ooh, ooh, yes!” moaned Heidi. “You have to be there to see! Yes, yes, Rick! I love you!”

“Love you,” I grunted, hammering her cunt hard.

She squeezed her pussy down around my dick. I loved the silky grip of her snatch. I swelled toward my orgasm. I rushed toward it. That need to cum built and built. I groaned, reveling in that wonderful heat.

It was just so incredible to have my wife’s snatch around my cock. I grunted, slamming into her. My nuts tightened. The pressure throbbed at the tip of my cock. I needed to cum in her. I had to erupt into that hot cunt.

“Yes!” she squealed.

My wife’s pussy spasmed around my dick.

“Yes, yes, Heidi!” I groaned, savoring the way her cunt rippled around my dick.

I pumped away at her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. It was so good to slam into her like that. It was an incredible rush. I loved the way her bowels gripped my dick. It was an awesome thrill. I slammed to the hilt in her twat.

I erupted.

“Yes!” I gasped and spurted my cum into her cunt.

I erupted into her over and over again. It was such a rush to have all that pleasure slamming through me. Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped my load into her spasming snatch. I flooded her with everything that I had.

“Oh, damn, yes!” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

My wife’s pussy milked me. She worked out my seed as she tossed her head. Her blonde hair flew through the air. It was such a hot thing to watch as she cooed through her bliss. I erupted into her a final time.

“Rick!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, Rick, I love you!”

“Love you, too,” I groaned, eager to watch Tony using my wife tomorrow.

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Mrs. Heidi Schmidt – Day Fifty-Nine

My husband drove me to Tony’s new house. He took off early from work to be here.

He was such a great man.

I got the address from his mother. They were up on Crystal Ridge Drive. The houses here were so expensive. Mansions. He deserved it. We reached his address. My husband pulled into the large driveway.

I climbed out and moved over to the garden. It was November. The grass was wet with dew. It was cool, but not cold. I wore a sweater, though. I knelt on the grass before the bushes, bending over. My skirt rode up to flash my ass at the driveway.

I glanced back to see a limo pulling in. I had timed this perfectly. I pretended to garden as the limo came closer and closer. My pussy dripped with juices as the limo stopped. The door opened. Shoes crunched.

Tony laughed in delight. “My ass, huh. Damn, Mrs. Schmidt, I love it!”

“I’m glad,” I purred as he moved up behind me.

He gripped the butt plug and pulled on it. I gasped as my asshole widened. The toy popped out of me with a dirty plop. I shuddered at the sensation, my backdoor gaping open for a moment. I needed him in me.

“Bitch, hold this,” he said and tossed it to his naked sister.

She caught it, holding it. She had a fluffy doggy tail thrusting out behind her. His other sex slaves were around him, watching as he pressed his dick into my butt-crack. My husband was, too. I loved that he was here seeing this.

I glanced and spotted Rick filming this. I beamed at him as Tony drilled against my asshole.

“Use me,” I moaned. “I love being fucked up the ass by you. My butt belongs to you, Tony!”

“Yes, it does,” he growled and thrust hard.

I groaned as the crown of his dick popped past my anal ring and sank into my asshole. He was thicker than my husband. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head as he penetrated into my bowels. It was just so good.

I trembled, my boobs swaying in my sweater. I gripped the grass as that wonderful cock bottomed out in me. My married asshole clenched about him. It was cuckolding or cheating. It was being used by Tony. I was so happy.

He drew back his cock, and I squealed, “Yes!”

“Use my wife, Tony,” Rick said.

“I love to use your wife, Mr. Schmidt,” Tony grunted and slammed back into my asshole. “Damn, your ass is amazing, Mrs. Schmidt!”

I squealed in delight as he pumped away at me. My pump butt-cheeks jiggled from the force of his thrusts. He buried into me over and over again. I loved the way he buried into my bowels. It was so good to have him thrusting away at me.

He buried into me. He fucked my bowels hard. Fast. It was so incredible to have him thrusting away at me. I loved the feel of him hammering me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I whimpered as he buried into me hard and fast.

He churned me up.

Fucked me hard.

“Oh, oh, that’s good!” he grunted. “Damn, Mrs. Schmidt!”

“Tony!” I howled, the heat melting down to my cunt. Tony thrust away at my asshole hard. “Oh, oh, use my ass, Tony!”

He fucked me hard, his nuts slapping into my taint. I loved it. My tattooed butt-cheeks jiggled. I loved the fleshy impacts of his crush every time he buried into my bowels. I moaned, rising and rising toward my climax.

Tony hammered me so hard. He fucked me with all that he had. It was just incredible to have him fucking my bowels with force. It was wonderful. He churned me up. I groaned, my face contorting with the delight of being fucked by him.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Tony groaned. “Mrs. Schmidt! Cum on my cock! I want to feel that asshole spasming around my dick.”

“Yes!” I squealed as he buried into me. “Tony… I… I love being used!”

I exploded.

My asshole convulsed around his dick. I spasmed about him as he fucked me hard and fast. He buried into my bowels with such force. He churned me up. I loved it. My anal sheath suckled at him as my pussy spasmed. Rapture gushed through my body, stars flashing across my vision.

“Fuck, Mrs. Schmidt!” he grunted and buried into my bowels.

He erupted.

“Shit!” he grunted as he flooded me with his cum.

My anal sheath writhed around his spurting cock. I trembled, my boobs swaying beneath my sweater. Pussy cream gushed down my thighs. I loved the heat. The sensation. This was all so wild. I whimpered as he smiled down at me.

“That’s so fucking good,” he growled.

It was. So amazing. I was so glad to have his cum spurting into my bowels. It was wild. He dumped more and more of his jizz into me. My bowels rippled around his dick. I whimpered, my pussy cream spilling down my thighs.

“Tony!” I moaned as he dumped all his cum into me.

“Fuck,” he growled as he erupted one last time. “Fuck, that’s good! Shit.” His cock twitched in me as I shuddered through the last of my orgasm. “You know what we need, Mrs. Schmidt?”

“To use my ass as often as you can?” I whimpered with hope.

He chuckled. “Well, that, too.” He pulled out of me and stood. “I need a gardener. And a landscaper. You and your husband will quit your jobs, sell your house, and work for me as a gardener and a landscaper.” I smiled. “And, of course, as my anal free-use slut.”

I beamed at him. “Of course! Isn’t that wonderful, Rick?”

“Yeah,” my husband groaned.

“There’s a small ‘mother-in-law’ house in the backyard,” said Tony. “You two can move in there. You can eat the food we prepare, and, of course, it has a kitchen if you want to make your own meals. I’ll give you a card to pay for expenses. Just buy what you need, of course.”

I nodded, tears in my eyes. “That’s wonderful.”

“Thank you, Tony,” groaned Rick.

“Just remember, Mr. Schmidt, that your wife’s ass is mine,” he said firmly. “I’m the only one who can enjoy your ass. No one else. Bitch, put her butt plug back in. Let her feel that to cum in her.”

“Yes, Master,” his older sister said.

“No one can take out your butt plug but me and you when you, well, have to do your business,” he told me. “Got it? Not even my mother can tell you to do that, though she can make you eat her pussy or she can eat yours. She can fuck your cunt with a strap-on or use toys. Your husband, of course, has full access to your mouth and pussy, too. Don’t deny him his marital rights. He should fuck you at least twice a day.”

I nodded, beaming at him.

“Good, now suck my dick clean of your ass, Mrs. Schmidt,” he ordered.

As Bitch pressed my butt plug against my sloppy asshole, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed his dick. The sour flavor of my asshole soaked my taste buds. I moaned around him as I swirled my tongue around his dick.

With a hard shove, Bitch rammed the butt plug into my asshole.

I squealed in delight.

My husband was still filming as I suckled on his cock. This was just so amazing. I was so glad to have this dirty dick in my mouth. It was so good. My cheeks hollowed with my hunger. I buffed him clean.

“Damn,” he groaned.

I winked at him.

I worked my mouth up and down his dick. I suckled on him, my tongue stroking around his cock. He grunted as I did that. This was just a fun time. I suckled with all my might on him. I nursed with so much passion on his cock.

“Shit, shit, shit!” he growled. “Damn, that’s it. Suck my dick clean! You’re such a good anal slut, Mrs. Schmidt!”

“She is,” my husband chimed in.

The sour flavor of my asshole faded so fast. My tongue swirled around Tony’s cock. I was just being a good slut. I nursed on him with so much passion. I suckled hard on his dick with passion. It was just a wonderful moment.

My cheeks hollowed with how much I loved him. It was so good to suckle on him hard. I nursed with passion on his dick. My cheeks hollowed with my passion. I nursed with so much force on him. He groaned as I did that.

“Shit, shit, that’s good!” he growled.

I winked at him.

“Yeah, just suckle on my cock with that hungry mouth.” His cock throbbed in my mouth. “Damn, that’s good!”

I slurped on his cock. The drool spilled down my chin. It was so good to swirl my tongue around his rod. The earthy flavor of my asshole faded. My anal sheath clenched about the butt plug. Pussy cream dripped down my thighs.

I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I stared up at Tony. I was so glad to be his gardener and his anal slut. He would use me so many times now. My butt-cheeks jiggled as I bobbed my head. I loved every second of this.

“Just like that,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good!”

I whimpered around his cock.

“Yes, yes, that’s amazing,” he said. “Shit, that’s just good. Keep sucking on my dick like that.”

I wouldn’t stop. I wanted his cum. I craved to have him flooding my mouth. I moaned around his dick, nursing hard on him. He groaned as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his rod, sucking with passion on him.

He groaned, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Drool ran down my chin. The sour flavor of my asshole was gone. The salty taste of his cum grew and grew. I bobbed my head, sucking so hard on him. It was all so much.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he groaned. “That’s it. That’s… fuck!”

He erupted.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

I loved that wonderful cum jetting into my mouth. It was a wonderful experience to have that cum spurting into my mouth. I gulped it down. I swallowed all the jizz. I loved it jetting out of his cock and into my mouth.

It was just so good.

Such a wonderful thrill to have that spunk flooding my mouth. I groaned, gulping down his cum. He grunted, spurting more and more of his jizz into my mouth. That was just delicious. I was so happy to have him erupting like that.

He grunted, dumping more and more of his cum into my mouth. I loved all that jizz flooding my mouth. It was a wonderful moment. The spunk spilled down my throat. I shuddered, loving how great it was. I was so happy.

“Yes!” he groaned, spurting the last of his cum into my mouth. “Damn!”

I loved all that jizz spilling down my throat. It was just so great. I trembled in delight, enjoying having all that cum running down my throat. It was a beautiful thing. I suckled on that wonderful rod. I enjoyed every last second of this.

“Damn,” he growled as he stared down at me. “I’m glad to have you working for me, Mrs. Schmidt.”

I popped my mouth off his cock and squealed, “I am your gardener and your free-use anal slut, Tony!”

Such joy washed through me. My husband and I had so much to do. We had to pack up our stuff, start selling our house, and figure out what we could keep. This new place would be smaller, but we had so much junk anyway. This was liberating.

We wouldn’t have to worry about money or paying bills. We just had to serve Tony. My husband beamed at me. He flashed me a thumbs-up. Of course, he was just as excited as me for this opportunity. I rose to my feet and flung myself at him, my asshole gripping the butt plug.

My husband held me and said, “This is going to be amazing, Heidi.”

I nodded in agreement, my heart a flutter with delight.

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Mrs. Abigail Carter – Day Sixty-Two

I was expecting my sister to call me when she got home from work. The roast was in the oven. The sex slaves were milling about. Tony was off fucking some random woman. He liked to do that on Thursdays.

Just head out to a family having dinner, fuck the wife, maybe the daughter if she had one who was fourteen or older. Then leave. He would be home later on. My pussy was dripping wet with excitement. My sister was coming with her family for Thanksgiving. She would be bringing her husband, Dave, and her daughter, Sarah.

I couldn’t wait to see my sister and niece. I would eat out both their pussies.

“Bitch,” I said, noticing my daughter passing by, “eat my pussy.”

“Sure, Mom!” she said, her butt plug tail swaying behind her.

I had my own butt plug in my asshole. I was enjoying moving about with it in me. The butt plug just added this certain excitement to everything that I did. I was so eager to enjoy having Bitch eat me out while I talked with Carla.

“Your aunt’s going to call,” I said. “Thanksgiving is just two weeks away. Can you believe it?”

Bitch paused. “Oh, wow, where did the time go?”

I shrugged. “On your knees and start licking, Bitch!”

“Yes, Mom!” She dropped to her knees, her round tits bouncing. Her nipple rings sparkled as she leaned over to feast on me. I loved the tattoo over her heart that read “Tony’s Bitch.”

She buried her face into my cunt and licked at my snatch. I gasped, clamping my asshole down on the butt plug. That always left me feeling stimulated. My daughter’s tongue stroked through my folds, making me feel so good. I had such a wonderful daughter.

She wrapped her arms around my thighs and pressed her mouth tight against my shaved cunt. She thrust her tongue into my snatch. She swirled it around in me. I groaned as she did that. It felt so nice to have her doing that.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I groaned as she tongued me. “Oh, wow, that’s amazing. Just lick through me like that! Oh, wow, yes!”

My daughter just did that. She stroked her tongue about in my twat. She massaged my cuntlips with her soft lips. I shuddered, my boobs jiggling beneath the apron I wore. I loved wearing aprons and nothing else.

My phone rang.

I shot my hand out and grabbed it. Carla was calling. I swiped the screen and put it on speaker phone. “Hey, Carla,” I moaned. “Oh, oh, how’s it going?”

“Long day,” she said. “Sounds like you’re having your pussy licked again. I can’t believe how many girlfriends you have.”

“It’s Bitch,” I said.

“Bitch?” Carla sounded confused. “Oh, right, that’s Barbie’s new name. I forgot. Wow, your own daughter. That’s so crazy. You really can use any woman you want!”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered. “Oh, oh, I can’t wait to see you for Thanksgiving. You’re still getting here on the twenty-second?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Sorry, I can’t take off work earlier than that. Nor can Dave. We’ll be driving out early. So we should arrive by the afternoon.”

“Wonderful,” I whimpered, my daughter licking at my cunt as I used her. “I can’t wait to see you and Sarah. And Dave.” I didn’t have a problem with my brother-in-law.

“So, um, what is it like being used by your son?” my sister asked.

“Well, like being fucked by the biggest cock in the world,” I moaned, Bitch’s tongue fluttering in my cunt.

“The biggest,” Bitch moaned before stroking through my folds.

“Okay,” said Carla. “I really can’t wait to have my nephew use me. This is so exciting. Mmm, anything else?”

“Well, I’m going to use you,” I said. “You and Sarah both. I’m going to enjoy having you eat my cunt, Carla. And I’ll fuck you with my strap-on.”

“I’ve never…” My sister squirmed. “Eaten pussy. I’m not like you. I’m not into women.”
“Well, you really should learn,” I said. “Not only am I going to have you eat my pussy, but my son loves watching us lez out. Mmm, it’s going to be incredible. You need to practice.”

“Like… rent porn?” my sister asked.

“That’s a start,” I said. “But maybe go to a lesbian bar tomorrow night”—that would be Friday—“and get picked up. In fact, I would love to use you that way.”

“Oh, well, then I’ll do it,” she said. “And watch porn tonight.”

“Yep.” I shuddered as Bitch licked up to my cunt. “In fact, find a Black dyke. Have her teach you.” I loved Black women. “Do whatever she wants. Let her be your teacher, Carla! That’s how I want to use you.”

“And that’s how Tony wants to use me,” my sister whispered. “I can feel it. When you use people, it’s Tony doing it.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, Bitch licking my clit. “Oh, oh, my daughter is tonguing my cunt. She’s licking my clit. I’m going to have such a big orgasm.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” my sister said. “I have to get dinner ready.”

“Yes, yes, have a good night!” I moaned.

My sister hung up as Bitch suckled on my clit. My daughter knew how to pleasure a woman. Her tongue stroked around my bud. I hoped my sister would become skilled at eating pussy in two weeks. I wanted to cream her mouth.

I trembled, savoring this wonderful moment. I would hold off on having Sarah trained. My son would want to break her in. Then I could use her, but my sister… I shuddered, aching to cum. My daughter tongued my clit.

She licked my bud with such skill.

“Oh, oh,” I whimpered, my boobs jiggling behind my apron. “Bitch, you’re going to make Mommy cum!”

“Good,” she moaned in delight and suckled on my clit.

My back arched. I trembled there, feeling so good. “Yes!”

I came.

My pussy juices gushed out and drowned my daughter. She stroked her tongue through my folds. She licked at me with such wonderful passion. It was so good to have her doing that to me. I loved the way she licked at me. It was a delicious treat to have her caressing me. My body bucked.

My girl drove me wild. I shuddered, my head tossing back and forth. I loved this pleasure so much. She lapped up my cream. The waves of ecstasy shot through me. My asshole spasmed around my butt plug as I enjoyed this.

“Oh, oh, Bitch!” I groaned.

“Mom,” she moaned, lapping at my cunt. “Mmm, that’s so good!”

I nodded, savoring this bliss. It was just an incredible rush to have this amazing heat washing through me. I groaned in delight as my orgasm crested in me. My daughter licked at my cunt a few more times.

The timer dinged. The roast was done.

I rose and stretched, savoring the orgasm. “Thanks, Bitch, now come and help me get dinner out for us all to eat.”

“Sure, Mom,” she said. She was such a good girl. I headed for the kitchen, the smell of the roast spilling through my new house.

I passed Sarai in her maid uniform as she swept the floors. She smiled at me. I nodded back to her. In the backyard, Rick Schmidt was mowing the lawn. It was probably the last time before the weather turned really bad.

I was happy with my life and eager for Thanksgiving in two weeks.

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Tony Cater

I liked to find women who were homemakers and able to cook dinner, then fucking them before their husbands bent over the table. It was a fun thing to do. It seemed about once a week, I would head out, driving around.

It could be tedious, because a lot of people drew up their curtains. It was hard to say if they were actually having dinner. I needed a better idea. I was talking with my two friends at school today about it.

“Man, I don’t know what to do about that,” said Andy. He had Rita sitting on his lap. His cock was buried deep into her pussy. “Sorry.”

“He’s a little distracted,” Rita whimpered. His girlfriend worked her cunt up and down his cock. “Oh, oh, that’s so good.”

“You?” I asked my other friend, Harry, about it. He had his girlfriend, the teacher Ms. Aurora, sucking his dick. He often had her doing that.

“Moms use Facebook, right?” he said, pleasure crossing his face. “Yeah, yeah, they use Facebook. Mine does.

“Huh, they do,” I said. I had a Facebook account, but I never used it. Anything I posted on there, Mom would make comments. It used to be super embarrassing. I had moved onto mostly Discord. These days, I ignored it all. “But how does that help? I won’t know where they live or if they’re home.”

“So, just start a group or something. Puyallup housewives wanting to be used by Tony during dinner.” He shrugged. “Like that. The way your powers work, that should get some attention.”

It was a simple idea, so… I created a Facebook group. “Tony Wants to Use You!”

I set up the permissions so people could not post. Next, I pinned the top post.

“I am looking for housewives in the Puyallup area who make home-cooked meals on Thursday evenings at about 6 PM,” the post read. “I want to use you in front of your husband, bent over your dinner table. I’ll fuck your pussy and maybe your asshole. Who knows, if you have a daughter that’s fourteen or older, I’ll probably fuck her, too. So, to be used, you must be over thirty and under fifty, be in the Puyallup or South Hill area, and meet the other qualifications. Post a nude selfie of yourself along with your address in the comments.”

It worked.

I was sitting in Mom’s SUV. I had borrowed it to go to the house. I opened it up and found that I had about a hundred women who had posted. It was so many of them. I couldn’t believe it. More were posting. Word must have gotten out on some mommy blog or something.

I scrolled through them. Woman after woman.

They were all gorgeous in their own ways. Blondes. Brunettes. Redheads. Black women and Asians. A few Native Americans. I loved the bounty of all their bodies. They looked shy or bold, wanton or nervous. They all had lust gleaming in their eyes.

Some of them stood before their dining room tables, showing off where I would fuck them. Others were in their bathrooms, snapping pictures in their mirrors of their naked bodies. A few of them shared multiple pictures.

Real naughty ones that made me ache.

Facebook wouldn’t take their pics down. I knew that much. I was using them, so it was okay.

There were so many to choose from. A bevy of delights. However, when I found a woman in a hijab I groaned. A Muslim woman was like fucking a Christian woman, and I had fucked a lot of those. I was eager for something different.

Mrs. Aziz had dusky skin and nice tits. A shaved pussy. She sat on her table, holding her phone out before her. She looked gorgeous. I didn’t tell her I had picked her or anything. That was the fun of this. I locked the post. I mean, frankly, it was more than enough women to keep me satisfied for months.

So I clicked on her address. My phone’s GPS took it, and I was off.

I drove about ten minutes to where she lived. I pulled up before her. It was almost dinner time. I bet this was good enough. I climbed out. There were two cars in the driveway. I went up to the door in a trench coat. It was too cold to go naked.

I rang the doorbell.

A gangly, Arab boy in jeans and a Star Wars T-shirt opened the door. He stared at me, looking confused. I could see a table beyond which was being set by a woman in jeans and a sweater. She had the same hijab on.

Mrs. Ayesha Aziz.

“I’m here to use your mom,” I told the kid.

“Mom!” he shouted, turning his head. “He’s here to use you!”

“What?” gasped Mrs. Aziz. She spun around and touched the sides of her hijab. Her dusky face darkened with a blush. “Really? He’s really here? You are not being mean to me… No, no, it is him. He’s here! You chose me?”

“I couldn’t pass up using some Arab pussy,” I said. “Get naked. Looks like dinner’s ready.”

The woman nodded. Her husband appeared. He was wearing a sweatshirt with WSU’s logo on it and sweatpants. He blinked as his wife was stripping naked. He gasped at her as she had her sweater off and the thin tank top beneath. Her breasts strained her black bra.

“Ayesha?” he gasped.

“I’m being used,” she said and undid her bra before her husband and son.

Big, soft, dusky tits spilled out. I smiled and took off my trench coat. The husband glanced over at me as I marched up. I handed him my coat. He took it, folding it up and looking shocked. His wife glanced down at my cock.

“Oh, my, yes,” she groaned. “You’re so big. Oh, oh, I want to be used by you so badly!”

I smiled at her as she unzipped her jeans. She kicked off the slippers she wore and wiggled out of her jeans. There was a chicken casserole set out on the table. I moved up behind her, breathing in the delicious scent of the food. She bent over, her black panties hugging her rump.
She had a nice ass. Her tits swayed, too.

Mrs. Aziz stepped out of her jeans and shoved down her panties. She groaned as she bent over, thrusting her rump out at me. She left her panties bunched up around her knees. She was too wet to care.

“Oh, oh, use me!” she moaned.

I loved the sight of her shaved pussy. She dripped with so much excitement. That was the best part of this. My cock was so hard as I stepped up behind her. Her husband and son were stumbling forward. They sat down.

“Just eat,” I said. “Don’t worry about this. I’m just going to be fucking your wife like a dirty whore!”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned, trembling there. “I want to be fucked like a dirty whore! I need it so badly!”

The son and the husband took their seats. They both bowed their heads and muttered their prayers. The wife wiggled her ass at me. She had such a delicious cunt. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs. She was so wet and ready for my cock.

Itching at the back of my neck, I groaned in delight.

I loved being a God.

To be continued…

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