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Story Codes: Female/Teen female, Male/Teen female, Female/Female, Teen male/Female, Female/Teen female, Female/Female, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Sex Toy, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Interracial, Breeding, Pregnant, Free Use

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Jake Carter – Day One Hundred and Fifty-Two

It was a week from Valentine’s Day, and I had done what I did for every other Valentine’s Day: booked a reservation at our favorite restaurant, La Mer. Only… I had no idea if my wife would actually want to go out with me.

She had all but ignored me since my son started using her.

And now she was a lesbian.

It was all so strange.

She was five months pregnant with our son’s baby, her belly round. But, well, we were still married. And it was our tradition. Twenty years, so, I should do it. I headed up to her room and knocked on the door.

“Enter!” she called, her voice throaty.

I opened the door and froze. She was kneeling on her bed, her breasts lifted up in a black leather bra that left her nipples bare. She had on leather, thigh-high boots. Her pregnant belly thrust out over the rump of Marissa, the Black girl that Tony gave Abigail for Christmas. The girl had her hands bound behind her back, a gag in her mouth as my wife used her.

My wife’s round, ivory stomach resting on the girl’s ebony rump was… exciting.

She drew back her hips, reveling a pink dildo drenched in Marissa’s cunt juices. My wife slammed back into her cunt and made her squeal. She gasped out in delight, her boobs bouncing and jiggling. Those slapped together as she pumped away at the girl.

“What do you want, Jake?” she asked as she fucked the girl. “My little slut needs a cum.”

“Oh, er, right,” I said. “Um, Valentine’s in a week, and I got us reservations at La Mer. You know, for our normal dinner.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, smiling. “I hope you remember the flowers this year.”

My cheeks burned hot. “I mean, so we’re going?”

“We are married,” she said, thrusting away at the slut. “Oh, oh, yes, I’m going to cum so hard! Mmm, if there’s nothing else, Jake, I really have to attend to this little slut! She’s making my pussy so wet!”

“Er, no,” I said. “Just… Glad we can go out together.”

I closed the door, blinking. My wife was a different person. A lesbian. I don’t know how that happened. Was it my fault? I tried to be a good husband. I was bewildered as I came downstairs and found my eldest daughter heading up, her naked tits bouncing, her nipples pierced by gold rings.

“Tony’s Bitch” was tattooed over her hard.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said, glancing down at my shorts. I didn’t go around the mansion naked like everyone else is. “Need some relief?”

My cock was hard. “Just watching your mother fucking her new toy.”

“Mmm, she’s so pregnant,” Bitch said ruefully while rubbing at her belly. I hardly even thought of her real name, Barbie. Tony used her as Bitch, and that was just how it is. Bitch smiled at me. “So, if you need some relief, Daddy?”

“I do,” I said. “I’m going out with your mother for Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s great, Daddy,” she said, sinking down onto her knees on the steps before me. She yanked down my shorts. “Mmm, I got you, Daddy.”

She pulled my cock to her lips and swallowed the tip. I groaned at the incestuous sucking of my eldest daughter. She worked her mouth on me. I groaned as she bobbed her head. She suckled with such passion. It was such a great moment to have her blowing me. I groaned, loving the warmth of her mouth around my dick.

Her tongue stroked around me. I shuddered, my nuts twitching. I loved the way she blew me. It was incredible. She suckled and slurped on me. I ran my finger through her blonde hair. She had her mother’s eyes. Her mother’s looks.

She loved cock, though, so that was where Bitch differed.

She suckled on my cock with passion. She nursed on me with all that she had. I groaned, savoring the pleasure of that hot mouth on my dick. She worked her lips up and down my rod. It was incredible. I savored every second of her blowing me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Bitch!”

She winked at me as she suckled. She nursed on me with all that she had. It was just a wild moment to have her nursing on me. She suckled and slurped on me with all that she had. My nuts twitched on as she suckled on me.

“Damn, damn, damn, you’re such a good slut, Bitch!” I groaned. “Just love being used by your brother. By me!”

She nodded.

Her tongue stroked around my cock. She fluttered about me. I rose toward my climax. I wanted to dump all that I had into her mouth. She suckled and slurped on me. I smiled at the pleasure of this moment. It was an incredible moment.

I rushed toward the bursting point. She bobbed her head, her blue eyes staring up at me with such lust in them. She suckled on me with that hot mouth. I groaned, my balls twitching with the delight of her hot mouth. I had such a wicked daughter.

“Bitch!” I groaned. “Shit, you’re such a whore, bitch!”

I erupted.

My cum spurted into her mouth. She closed her eyes and gulped down my cum. The pleasure shot through me. I groaned, savoring that pleasure crashing into my mint. I loved the ecstasy. It was fantastic. I filled her mouth up with all that cum.

“Shit shit, shit!” I moaned.

She swallowed every last drop of my cum. I groaned with each eruption of cum. I filled her mouth to the brim with my spunk. She suckled it down with such passion. I erupted into her mouth one last time. It was so good.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I panted. “Thanks, Bitch!”

She popped her mouth off my cock and said, “Of course, Daddy!”

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Tony Carter – Day One Hundred and Fifty-Eight

Tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to make sure the place I took Jenny was perfect.

The Bourbon Street Steakhouse was the best restaurant in the area.

Mrs. Charleston swore by its quality and its expense. Her husband took her here.

I had Mrs. Charleston with me wearing a fur coat and nothing else. I had a golden leash attached to a while collar about her throat. She strode behind me on her heels. The sun was out. It was almost 60 degrees out. False springs were common in February around here.

I entered the store in my trench coat. Mrs. Charleston had her husband’s credit card here.

“We don’t open for another hour, sir,” said the maître d’. He had a mustache and was dressed in a gray dress shirt with a black tie.

“I’m going to use this place,” I said. “Tomorrow evening, I’m going to rent out the place. Cancel all your Valentine’s Day reservations. Tell them, I’m using the restaurant and that the woman should just make her man a nice home-cooked meal, suck his dick, and ride his cock like a whore.”

“Of course, sir,” the man said.

“Now, let me see your female wait staff naked,” I said. “I want to pick the five that will be serving me tomorrow night.”

“Right away, sir,” he said and stepped away.

I watched as he was gathering up the waitresses. There were seven of them. They were all nodding and stripping. They wore black slacks and white dress shirts with black ties. No, that would not do at all. They were getting naked, though.

I smiled as they were all taking off their blouses. Their bras. They slipped off their shoes and took off their pants. They had nice, round tits. I was impressed with them. Seven gorgeous, young women. Mrs. Charleston purred in delight.

The seven young women were gorgeous. They all had nice bodies. Round tits. Big smiles. It was hard to pick the five I wanted. I glanced at their pussies. Some had bushes. They could shave those off, so I wasn’t judging them.

It was hard.

“Um, the blonde, the Black girl, the redhead, the Hispanic girl, and the brunette,” I said, making my decision. That left a black-haired girl and a girl with pink hair. That just didn’t work. I wanted natural. “You five, be here wearing black thigh-highs, heels, white half-aprons and those black ties dangling between your tits. I want you shaved, too. No bush covering your pussies. Landing strips or triangles or tufts on your pubic mound are fine. You can get dressed.”

“Yes, sir,” those five said.

I glanced at the other two. “You,” I said, pointing at the pink-haired girl, “I’ll use you right now since you couldn’t be picked. And you…” I pointed at the black-haired girl, “my slave is going to eat you out.”

“I will,” cooed Mrs. Charleston as she swept forward and dropped to her knees before the Black girl. “Mmm, I’ll make you cum.”

She buried her face into the raven-haired waitress’s cunt and munched on her. The woman shuddered, throwing her head back. The pink-haired cutie darted over to me. She had a short bob of hair, another thing that I didn’t like.

Women should have long hair. They were at their most beautiful with flowing tresses.

The pink-haired slut trembled before me, her eyes burning so hot. I wanted to just bend her over, so I did. I spun her around and shoved her against the table. She gasped as she bent over it, knocking over a wine glass. I lined my cock up at her shaved pussy and thrust into her juicy cunt.

“Oh, oh, Sir!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, use me! I’m so glad to be used!”

I smiled at her as I gripped her hips and pumped away at her cunt. Tomorrow had to be perfect. I was proposing to Jenny. I loved the slut’s hot twat around my dick as I used her. She gasped and moaned, her passion mixing with the other waitress’s.

I watched the raven-haired slut grinding her thick bush onto Mrs. Charleston’s face. The trophy wife devoured that cunt with eagerness, gripping the slut’s asscheeks. I loved it. I fucked the pink-haired waitress with passion, slamming into her.

“Oh, oh, Sir!” gasped the girl. “Oh, my, yes!”

I loved those gasps and moans as I fucked her. I buried into her cunt. I fucked her good and hard. It was just so great to pound into her with all that I had. She gripped my cock with that hot flesh, swelling the pressure in my nuts.

I churned her up, using her. I loved my power to use any woman I could. They were all my sluts. I slammed into her, watching her butt-cheeks jiggle. She gripped my cock with her hot twat. I slammed to the hilt in her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, fuck! I’m going to cum!”

“Good!” I growled. “I love when a pussy I’m using climaxes. Feel so amazing! I want to use you fully!”

“Yes, Sir!” she squealed.

I slammed into her juicy snatch, the ache at the tip of my dick growing and growing. I hammered her with all that I had. It was just such a beautiful thing to pound her cunt. I fucked her twat with all that I had. She gripped me.

The need to cum swelled to the tip of my dick. I rushed toward that moment. I hurtled closer and closer with my every thrust. I loved fucking her. She moaned, her pussy clamping down on my dick. She held me tight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, my god! That’s so good! That’s just so fucking amazing!”

“Yes!” I groaned, hammering her. “Cum!”

“Sir!” she squealed.

Her pussy went wild.

Her cunt spasmed around my cock as I fucked her. The pink-haired slut tossed her head. She gasped and moaned as I fucked her with all that I had. She rippled around me, nursing at me with that hot flesh.

It was just perfect.

I groaned in delight as I buried into her cunt and erupted.

“You’re fully using me!” squealed the pink-haired slut.

“I am!” I groaned.

“Oh, oh, that’s great!” the raven-haired waitress groaned, cumming on Mrs. Charleston’s lips. “Fuck!”

I spurted more and more of my cum into that wonderful cunt. The pink-haired whore rippled around me. She suckled at me as I dumped so much spunk into her twat. I filled her up with my jizz. She gasped in delight as I unloaded into her.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck, that’s so good!”

“Yes!” I groaned, flooding her with more spunk. “Shit, whore!”

I dumped my load into her twat, hoping that I bred her. She groaned, her cunt rippling around my dick. She felt so good suckling at me. I groaned, dumping all that I had into her twat. I filled her to the brim with my cum.

“Mmm, that’s so good, Sir!” she groaned.

I pumped the last of my cum into her pussy and groaned, “It is! Shit, shit, that’s perfect. I don’t want you fucking any guys until you have a period or confirm you’re pregnant.”

“That’s easy,” she said. “I don’t fuck guys.”

I blinked at that. “Once you’re either pregnant or your period is finished, at least once a day, you’re to pick a guy at random, and tell him you’re both being used. He has to fuck you, and you have to beg him to cum in your pussy. No woman can go down on your pussy unless it’s full of cum. In fact… After the guy’s finished in you, pick a random woman to eat you out. That’s how I’ll use you for the rest of your life.”

“Yes, sir,” she groaned. “And what about if I want to eat pussy?”

“It has to be full of cum, too,” I said. “So tell that dyke to get a guy to fuck her first, then you can be used by me and eat her cunt.”

“I’ll do that, sir,” she groaned.

I ripped out of her and glanced at the maître d’. He was making phone calls to cancel. I heard him giving instructions to the couple about the sex and stuff. When he hung up on them, I walked over to him.

“I want your restaurant to bill me for two of the most expensive meals with each of the reservations you canceled,” I said. “And I want this place filled with red roses. Mrs. Charleston, hand him the card.”

She rose to her feet, her face smeared in cum, and hurried over. She pulled out a platinum card and handed it over. “Just charge this. My husband will cover it.”

“Of course, Sir,” the waiter said.

“And make sure the five girls I picked get generous tips,” I added.

He nodded. “Very good, Sir.”

Tomorrow would be amazing.

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Jenny Bishop – Day One Hundred and Fifty-Nine

Four months pregnant, I was wearing a beautiful, blue dress.

It fell over my round stomach and fell to my mid-thigh. I had on silver heels with straps that wrapped around my calves. I put in some diamond earrings, my black hair was in a braid. I was so excited for my Valentine’s Day date with Tony.

“You’re gorgeous,” Mom said.

I turned around. She was in her own nice dress, a white one, that didn’t hide her own swollen stomach. We were bred nearly at the same time by Tony. Dad was taking Mom out to their favorite restaurant.

“Mmm, be sure you’re generous,” purred Mom. “A man deserves to get your best if he treats you nice on Valentine’s Day.”

“I always give him my best,” I said. “He uses me as his girlfriend. I love to give him my best.”

“I know,” she said. “Mmm, you’ll have a great time.”

The doorbell rang. I shuddered. That was him. I glanced in the mirror. I was perfect. I moved out of the bathroom. Dad was putting on a bow tie. He smiled at me. I waved to him before heading down the stairs.

I opened it to find Tony dressed for once. He wore a tuxedo with a black bow tie. He had his blue Shelby GT… something. I never remembered what those numbers were. It was a gorgeous car from the Sixties with white stripes down the front.

“Damn,” he said, staring at me. “You’re…” He put his hand on my swollen belly and looked me up and down. “You’re just… Damn.”

I smiled from ear to ear.

“Dazzling. Gorgeous. I mean…” She shook his head. “I know you were stunning, but… I had no idea just how radiant you could become, Jenny.”

“Tony,” I groaned, my entire body melting for joy. “And look at how handsome you are.”

He smiled and handed me a single, red rose. I gasped and took it. I breathed in the sweet scent. It was just so amazing. As I was enjoying the heady aroma, he took my arm and led me off the porch. We walked to the car.

He held the door open for me and helped me inside. I sank down awkwardly. With my swelling belly, things were just getting awkward. He went around the car and slipped into the driver’s seat. He started the car up by twisting the keys. I hadn’t seen a car start that way since I was a kid.

That was one of the amazing things about his Shelby.

The car growled to life. The seat shook with the rumble of the engine. The horsepower. He put the car into gear, and we were off. He shifted through them as we accelerated down the street. He was flying fast and…

He didn’t stop at the intersection because cops had blocked it off.

I glanced at him.

He winked at me.

Had he arranged for police to block off our entire route? He was so amazing. He was using so many people. The lights flashed at the intersections as we roared toward our destination. I breathed in the sweet scent of the rose as we flew down the street.

Then we were pulling up to the Bourbon Street Steakhouse.

Not a single car was parked before it, like it was closed, and yet the lights were on. He turned off the engine, climbed out, and walked around the car. He opened my door. I smiled as I held onto the rose he gave me. He helped me out. We headed to the door.

They opened for us. Two women in heels, thigh-highs, white half-aprons, and black ties that dangled beneath their bare breasts stood there. One was Black and the other a brunette. They both smiled at us and said, “Welcome, Miss Jenny and Mr. Tony.”

I giggled in delight as we swept past them. There was a redhead at the maître d’s station in the same garb. “Welcome, Mr. Tony. I have your table ready for you.”

Roses were everywhere in the restaurant. I gasped as the redhead led us through them. The air was alive with their scents. At a single table in the center of the room, two more waitresses in the same garb stood there, a blonde and a Hispanic slut.

They all had magnificent breasts. Round and perky, their ties dangling between their boobs.

“Tony,” I said as he drew back my chair for me. I sat down. “This is…”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said and set down.

The Black waitress who held the door open now appeared with a bottle of sparkling cider. She poured two glasses for us. I couldn’t have any alcohol, so I was glad that they knew that ahead of time. I picked up my glass as Tony took up his.

“To the most beautiful girlfriend in the world,” he said, “even more radiant pregnant with my son.”

“To the most handsome man in the world who can have any woman, but dates me,” I said.

We tinked our glasses together.

I almost giggled at the bubbly cider. It was so delicious. I set my glass down, the five waitresses waiting in a line beside our table. Each one of them was beautiful with long hair. They were so feminine and delicious.

“So, which one would you like to eat your pussy as we wait for the appetizer?” he asked.

I wasn’t surprised by this. He would want to use me this way. He enjoyed watching me with other women. I studied them, thinking which he would find the most stimulating. I glanced at the redhead and smiled at her.

“Very good, miss,” she said, stepping forward from the others.

“And whom should I enjoy?” Tony asked.

“The blonde,” I said without hesitation.

He rose and turned my chair. I shuddered, resting my hands on my pregnant belly. The redhead sank to her knees and pushed up my skirt. I spread my legs. I had no panties on, of course. I never would wear panties while on a date with Tony.

That just wouldn’t be right.

She nuzzled her face into my cunt and started licking me. I groaned in delight as she fluttered her tongue through my folds. I gasped in delight as she lapped at pregnant pussy. Tony smiled at me as he bent the blonde waitress over the table.

She had a pert ass that I wanted to spank.

He unzipped his pants and shoved his cock into her pussy.

“Yes!” I gasped as he filled her up, the redhead licking at my bred pussy.

I rubbed my hand over my belly as the redhead feasted on me. She licked at my cunt with such gusto. It was just such a delight to have her feasting on me like that. I trembled, savoring the way she licked at me. She caressed up and down my cunt with such passion.

“Oh, my, yes!” I groaned.

“She’s good?” Tony asked, pumping away at his blonde.

“So good!” I groaned. “Oh, oh, how’s your slut?”

“Perfection,” he answered, grinning at me.

I grinned back at my boyfriend, so giddy. This was such a romantic Valentine’s Day. That tongue fluttered around in my pussy. I groaned, tossing my head back and forth. It was wonderful to have her licking me like that. I whimpered in delight as that hot tongue stroked through my pussy lips. It was just so good to have her feasting on me.

I loved her tongue burying into my cunt over and over again. It was so good to have her licking at me. I shuddered in delight. It was so beautiful. That hot tongue stroked through my snatch. It was wild to have her devouring me.

“Oh, my, yes!” I groaned. “Please, please, please!”

Tony fucked the blonde as I shuddered, my pregnant belly quivering. I loved being bred by him. I hoped he did the same to the blonde. He fucked her deep and hard. He buried into her snatch over and over again. She gasped out in delight.

My pussy clenched around that probing tongue. The redhead swirled around in me. I shuddered as she feasted on me. She licked through my snatch. She brushed my clit. Spark sizzled from that point. It was a perfect moment.

I was going to cum so hard. I rose and rose toward that climax. I shuddered, my entire body quivering as she feasted on me. It was so good to have her licking me like that. She made me feel so amazing.

I held onto my pregnant belly as I moaned, “Oh, oh, she’s going to make me cum!”

“Then she’s doing her job,” my boyfriend grunted, hammering the blonde slut.

I smiled at him as that whore licked through my petals. My toes curled. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. I would have a huge climax. The naughty slut was licking at me. With such enthusiasm. It was so good to have her feasting on me like that.

Her tongue fluttered through my folds to my clit.

“Yes!” I squealed. “Oh, oh, I love using you! You’re doing such a great job as a waitress!”

She moaned around my clit and suckled on me. I shuddered, my pregnant pussy clenching. I was so glad to have her nursing on me. I trembled there, holding my round belly, and rushed toward my climax.

I quivered, enjoying her tongue stroking over my bud. She licked at me with such delight. I would have a huge cum. I could not wait for that pleasure to sweep through me. I knew it would be amazing. I gasped as she suckled on me.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, oh, that’s just perfect!”

She nursed on me with all that she had. She fluttered her tongue around my bud. I groaned, rising toward my climax. I watched my boyfriend fucking the blonde waitress hard. She gasped and moaned, too, enjoying his big dick.

It was the best dick. The only one I would ever enjoy. He would just be with me as his girlfriend for life.

I smiled from ear to ear, the redheaded waitress fluttering her tongue over my clit. I was so happy right now. The joy swelled in me along with my orgasm. I wanted to just explode into ecstasy. She nibbled on my bud.

“Yes!” I gasped, clutching at my swollen belly. My head threw back. “Oh, that’s so good. Thank you!”

I came.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tony growled as he fucked his slut.

“Thank you!” I squealed, drowning mine.

The rapture swept out of my convulsing cunt. My pregnant pussy spasmed. My round belly heaved. I felt so good as the bliss swept through my mind. Stars twinkled amid all the roses. I breathed in their sweet scent.

“Sir!” the blonde waitress gasped. “Yes!”

She climaxed on his dick.

I kept shuddering through my rapture as he fucked her hard. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. I watched her pert rump rippling from his hard thrusts. Rapture flowed through my body. I was a river gushing ecstasy. I grinned from ear to ear.

“Fucking whore!” growled Tony. “Yes!”

He buried into her cunt and erupted.

He dumped his load into her cunt. He filled her to the brim with blast after blast of cum. He dumped all that he had into her snatch. She gasped out in delight, her cunt writhing around his big dick. She suckled at him.

“Please, please, please!” she gasped. “Use me!”

I shuddered, my orgasm quivering through me. The bliss peaked then died away. I felt so good. I grabbed my sparkling cider and drank it. At once, the Black waitress filled it up. I smiled at her as the redhead lapped at my pussy, sending a little bit of delight through me.

Tony flooded the blonde with cum. He pulled out her. She shuddered and rose, her boobs jiggling, her tie still between them. She smoothed her apron and backed up. Tony sat as the Hispanic and brunette waitresses appeared with two plates covered in bacon-wrapped asparagus.

“The appetizers,” they purred, setting them down. “Enjoy!”

I grabbed one and bit into it, savoring the taste of asparagus mixed with bacon. I rubbed my pregnant belly as I savored this treat. This was going to be a wonderful night.

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Jake Carter

I had high hopes that, after five months, I would have sex with my wife again. Surely on Valentine’s Day, after accepting the date, we would make love. I had the sex slaves, but Abigail was the woman I married.

I pulled up before La Mer, Abigail beside me in a silver dress that hugged her big breasts and pregnant belly. It was open in the back, held closed by a series of straps. She was showing off so much cleavage, and you could even see the rack of her ass. The skirt hardly went to her mid-thigh.

A year ago, she wore a dress that went from ankle to neck, and now…

Well, it was stirring. Tony had fully used her, proven by her pregnant belly. That made her more attractive because she had been used by him. My son could use any woman he wanted. My wife stepped up to my side, but did not take my arm.

“He’s going to propose to Jenny,” Abigail said, this dreamy quality to her voice. “Isn’t that sweet.”

“Yeah,” I said. Why? He could fuck Jenny whenever he wanted.

“He had the restaurant filled up with flowers,” she continued as we headed to the door. “It must be just gorgeous.”

“I’m sure,” I said as we entered the French restaurant.

It was romantic and moody, the light low. They had their special duck à l’orange on special. I loved that meal. So did my wife. It was expensive, but once a year we would come here. Of course, now I didn’t have to spend my paycheck on anything. I’d just been cashing them, creating a larger and larger account.

“Reservation for Carter,” I said.

“Oh, yes, Mr. and Mrs. Carter,” the maître d’ said with a slight French accent. “Welcome back, sir and madame; it is always a pleasure to host you.”

“I do love this place,” my wife said. Then she leaned in and whispered into the man’s ear.

“Yes, that can be arranged,” he said.

I frowned at my wife.

She just smiled at me as he said, “Cecilia will take you to your table.”

A young, Black woman with her hair in a multitude of braids came up. She wore a black skirt and a white blouse with a bow tie. She took the menu and motioned us to follow. My wife smiled as we followed the young woman back.

A nervousness pit formed in my stomach. Cecilia was my wife’s type.

“Here you go,” the waitress said. She instantly uncorked a bottle of wine waiting at the table—I had ordered that ahead of time—and started pouring our glasses. It was a deep burgundy hue. “I’m Cecilia, and I’ll be serving you tonight.”

“And servicing me,” my wife said as I held the chair for her. She grabbed the waitress’s hand. “Please, return wearing only that bow tie. I am using you tonight.”

Fuck, I thought.

“Of course, madame,” she said and hurried off.

I glanced at my wife as she just smiled and licked her lips. “Mmm, the duck à l’orange for us both.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I’ll take the risotto for the appetizer.”

“Crab or mushroom?” she asked, flicking her eyes up and down the menu.

“Surprise me,” I said.

“You like the crab,” she said and folded the menu. Then she opened her purse and produced her pink strap-on.

I sighed as Cecilia hurried up naked and ready to be used. The odds of me sleeping with my wife were very slim. I should have brought one of my son’s sex slaves so I could get my dick sucked. Or, at least, wished he gave me the right to use any woman. My wife had that right. She spoke those words, and women were eager to be used.

Which was only right, but…

Could I just use those words? My son hadn’t given me permission, but… Would the woman know?

I grabbed my glass of wine and drank deeply of it. The hints of pomegranate went well with it as I watched my wife use our waitress.

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Mrs. Abigail Carter

“Oh, you’re just delicious,” I purred as Cecilia showed up wearing the black bow tie.

She had a mocha-brown skin. Such a rich hue. Her tits were perky, with a nice bounce to them, and her nipples small but hard and so dark like rich chocolate. She had a landing strip leading to a pussy already dripping with delight.

“We’ll both have the duck à l’orange,” I said. “My husband will have the crab risotto, and I’ll have the mushroom for the appetizer. Once you take our order to the kitchen, come back so I can use you further.”

“Yes, madame,” she said and flounced off.

I watched her ass swaying. Nice and plump.

She returned almost at once. I rose to my feet, my husband drinking his wine. I moved my glass to his side of the table. I didn’t want it to spill. Then I thrust the strap-on into the girl’s hands. I hiked my dress up and pulled it off, getting naked right here, bearing my pregnant body.

I had a nice swell now. My son had bred me. I ran my hands over my belly, enjoying the curve.

“Put that on me,” I said, “then bend over the table so I can use your pussy with the dildo.”

“Yes, madame,” she cooed and knelt before me.

I smiled at my husband and said, “I’m so glad you booked us a reservation. This is such a lovely night. Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, a tad bitter. What, did he think we would be having sex? Surely he had seen the tattoo on my pussy.

Only our son’s cock could enter my cunt. There was no Valentine’s Day exception. Even if I wanted to have sex with my husband, I was being used by my son for the rest of my life this way. Well, one of the sex slaves would take care of Jake when we got home.

The waitress worked the strap-on up and up my legs. She slid it over my hips. I loved the way the toy pressed into my clit. Sparks sizzled as the waitress adjusted it. I groaned in delight, smiling from ear to ear.

“That’s so good!” I cooed.

Cecilia smiled at me before bending over the table. I loved that plump rump quivering before me. My husband poured himself more of the wine. I took my own glass and held it up. We tinked. I took a sip, enjoying the vintage.

“Mmm,” I purred and set it down beside my naked treat.

I pressed the end of the pink dildo into her cunt. I had to do it by feel since my round belly was quivering over her. That just made this more exciting. I found her cunt and thrust into her pussy. She squealed as I did that.

I savored having my dildo all the way in her cunt. She groaned, her entire body trembling. My boobs jiggled as I leaned over her. My pregnant belly rubbed on the Black girl’s rump. I drew back my hips and fucked her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as I pounded her cunt.

The other diners enjoyed their romantic dinners as I fucked the Black girl with my strap-on. My pregnant belly rubbed across her mocha-brown rump with my every thrust. That was such a delicious treat. I was so glad for it as I fucked her. My clit burst with sparks.

I gasped in delight, hammering her cunt. It was so wonderful to be pumping away at her. My own clit and pussy lips drank in the pressure. I shuddered, my boobs bouncing as I plundered her pussy. The Black waitress moaned.

“Madame!” she gasped.

“I know,” I cooed. “Oh, I know, it’s so good!”

She gasped and nodded, her cunt gripping my girl-dick. It felt so wonderful to pound into her twat. I fucked her with all that I had. It was just so good. I hammered her with all that I had. I was just having such a wonderful time, my pregnant belly smacking her rump.

“Oh, my, yes!” gasped the slut. “Oh, wow, that’s it! That’s so good! Madame! You’re dildo… Oh, my pussy is melting around it!”

It was so wonderful to fuck her cunt. I was having such a wonderful time pounding Cecilia with my dildo. She moaned. My husband watched, sipping his wine. I buried myself to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked the slut with all that I had.

My husband’s eyes drifted to the right.

To the young and buxom woman having dinner with a man with gray hair, clearly old enough to be her father or even grandfather. The woman had a big ring. A trophy wife. I smiled at the sight as my husband was ogling her cleavage.

Then he glanced back at me, my boobs bouncing naked. My pregnant belly slapping into the Black girl’s rump. The contrast of my ivory stomach and her mocha-brown butt-cheeks must be delicious. He was getting so turned on.

I smiled at him. He could watch. It was Valentine’s Day.

“Madame!” Cecilia gasped as I used her. “Oh, oh, madame, yes, yes!”

“Mmm, I want you to cum so hard!” I purred, burying into her again and again

“Yes, yes, I will, Madame!” she gasped.

I plowed the dildo into her twat again and again. The base massaged my clit and pussy lips. That felt so good. I would have a huge climax. I groaned, burying into her cunt over and over again. My boobs bounced before me.

I loved this so much. It was so hot. I smiled at my husband as I fucked the slut. He glanced at the trophy wife again. I pounded the Black waitress harder, making her squeal even louder. She tossed her head as the dildo buried into her cunt.

“Oh, that’s it, madame!” she gasped. “Oh, shit, yes!”

She came.

Her pussy juices splashed my thighs, gushing out around the dildo. I smiled in delight, pumping away at her. My own cunt clenched. Hot cream ran down my thighs as I hurtled toward my own climax. My pregnant belly heaved as I buried into her.

The sparks burst from my clit.

“Yes!” I gasped as I detonated into fiery rapture. “That’s perfect!”

The heat burned through me.

I groaned, savoring all that ecstasy blazing through my body. My cunt spasmed. The pussy cream spilled down my thighs. I loved it. My mind drank in the heat as I reveled in my first Valentine’s Day orgasm. My boobs bounced.

“Madame!” my Black whore squealed.

“I know!” I groaned.

“Oh, oh, I love being used by you, madame!” she whimpered.

I smiled from ear to ear, savoring those rapturous flames blazing through me. I enjoyed every second of them. My husband sipped his wine, not staring at me at all. I shuddered through the ecstasy. The flames burned hot for one more glorious second.

Then they were fading.

I panted as the waitress whimpered. I pulled my dildo out of her hand and slapped the toy on her butt-cheek, leaving a smear of her pussy cream behind. “Our appetizers must be ready by now. Go and fetch them, slut.”

“Yes, madame,” she moaned and rose, her perky tits swaying.

Then my husband rose to his feet and walked toward that trophy wife. I frowned as I set down and sipped at my wine. What was my husband doing?

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Tony Carter

I finished off my bacon-wrapped asparagus.

“Mmm, I think I’ll enjoy the Hispanic one,” I said. “Why don’t you have the brunette eat your cunt.”

“Sure,” my pregnant girlfriend said.

The two waitresses darted forward while the blonde and the redhead cleared our plates. I rose to my feet, the Hispanic beauty bending over the table. She had a nice ass. I parted her butt-cheeks and pressed my cock against her asshole.

“Sir,” she whimpered in delight. “Use me!”

“Oh, oh, that’s so nice,” my pregnant girlfriend moaned.

Jenny looked so gorgeous with her low-cut, blue dress that hugged her pregnant belly. She held it as the brunette feasted on her. I smiled and drilled against the Hispanic slut’s asshole. She gasped and moaned, quivering. Her backdoor opened wider and wider.

I popped into her anal sheath.

“Yes!” she gasped as I sank into her bowels. “Oh, oh, sir! Oh, that’s so good! That’s just perfect.”

“It is!” I groaned, sinking into her anal sheath. “I’m going to use you.”

She purred in delight as I sank to the hilt in her bowels. I loved being all the way in her. I gripped her hips and drew back my cock. Her anal sheath gripped my rod. It was just a wonderful delight. I slammed back into her asshole.

I fucked her anal sheath with such force. I hammered into her bowels with all that I had. She gasped and moaned, gripping my dick. I smiled at Jenny, watching my pregnant girlfriend shudder on the brunette’s mouth.

I plowed deep and hard into that tight anal sheath. It was just such a good delight. I fucked the whore hard. I pounded her bowels with all that I had. She squealed, her golden-brown booty jiggling. She was such a Latina whore.

“Sir!” she gasped. “Use my asshole, Sir! Use it!”

I used her asshole. I fucked her bowels with all that I had. It was just such a wonderful delight. I fucked into her deep and hard. She squeezed her anal sheath down around my dick. I enjoyed that so much. I loved her holding me tight.

“Ooh, ooh, yes!” Jenny moaned. “You’re such a wonderful treat! A Valentine’s Day delight!”

I grinned at her and fucked the Hispanic waitress’s bowels over and over again. She moaned, gripping my dick with that flesh. The table shuddered as my nuts tightened. The need to cum built in my balls.

I was so close to erupting. I wanted to cum in her asshole.

“Yes!” gasped Jenny.

She held her pregnant belly as she drowned the brunette. I savored that sight as I pumped away at the Hispanic whore’s asshole. She clamped her bowels down on me. I savored every inch of that tight anal sheath. I rushed toward my climax.

“Oh, oh, Sir!” gasped the waitress. “Yes, yes, use my asshole!”

Her bowels went wild around my dick.

I savored fucking into her spasming anal sheath. The pressure surged up at the tip. Jenny smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with her pleasure. The Hispanic slut’s bowels rippled around my dick. The pressure hit the bursting point.

“Yes!” I growled and used her fully.

My cum spurted into her spasming bowels. I dumped my load into her anal sheath. It was just so good. The ecstasy shot through me. Stars sparkled across my vision. She gasped as I dumped load after load of my jizz into her asshole.

“Thank you, sir!” she moaned.

“You’re fucking welcome!” I growled.

Jenny drank from her sparkling cider as I dumped my load into that spasming asshole. The pleasure shot through me. Rapture crashed into my mind. I smiled in delight, savoring this moment. My nuts twitched as I emptied my balls into her anal sheath.

“Yes,” I groaned and smiled.

As I pulled out of the whore’s asshole, the blonde and the redhead carried in the plates with our steaks. Thick porterhouses with a pad of garlic butter melting on top of each. Mashed red potatoes were on the side with a sprig of parsley.

I grinned and sat to enjoy the steak, Jenny’s eyes widening. She probably was thinking she couldn’t finish it.

Well, I would finish it for her.

“You,” I said, pointing to the Black slut. “Suck my dick clean.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned.

I picked up my silverware, ready to dig in as she crawled beneath the table. This was such an exciting Valentine’s Day. And I still had the ring in my pants pocket. I could not wait to pop the question to Jenny.

To be continued…

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