I had dreamed about what I'd do if had a much.. bigger penis. In my teenage years, it had been a slow burn. Nothing too crazy, just a foot long sausage and meaty pair of balls to help things along. I'd imagine myself getting titfucks and blowjobs at the same, by the bustiest porn stars I never seen in person. It was juvenile, an unobtainable goal I objectively knew would never happen. An unrealistic fantasy.

  The gentle undutions of bed were familiar, a far cry from comapared to the firm softness of the other beds I'd slept in. It was rexing. It didn't take much effort to imagine myself adrift a raft in my own personal ke. Nothing else was important not work or even bills. I'd lost count of times I id in bed after decided to sleep in. It was just so rexing.

  "Are the lights set and the phone recording?" I heard Vivian say. "It is ready." Victoria replied.

  A pair of soft dainty hands briefly touched upon Elisabeth's memento, before tracing along my ankle. A moment ter, another pair settled on my thigh. "Am I dreaming.." an unfamiliar voice whispered in wonderment. "Is this real.." another excimed. Naked hope spilled into my ears. Together they began to stroke and knead the uncanny darkness of my flesh.

  "No.. you are not dreaming, Vance is more real than any fantasy you have ever imagined." Victoria procimed. "Enough with the preaching Vicky, I know you want to set them on the right path and all that shit, but time waits for no woman." Right.. young horny Volbahn women were present. How could've I of forgotten.

  A third pair of hands swiftly appeared, soft as they were unchaste in their wonderlust. The bed dipped notably, followed by the naked figure of Vivian cuddling against my side. Her unrestrained tongue, greedily suckled and traced along the chiseled contours of my back. And so.. My dick throbbed, forcibly dispcing the space beneath me, causing the whole surface of the bed to sharply undute.

  "If no one is there to guide them to the one true path of enlightenment, then who will.. you." A titter of melodic ughter filled the air, followed by a warm body at my side. Having learned a smidgen of restraint, Victoria's lips were chaste, her mind basking before the unnatural allure of the man who owned her body. The surface of the bed jumped again, the undutions coming more rapidly. If I didn't do something, I was going end up puncturing the bed.

  Lifting my head, I saw Trina standing at the side of the bed, waiting to act on the intent of my desire. Craning my gaze behind me, it nded on a beautiful Asian woman lost in the unholy wonders of my flesh. A craven grin suddenly sprung into being, selfish and self gratifying. Not a moment ter, Trina crawled on the bed, guiding her like a shepherd leading the sheep.

  I couldn't look away from the girl's expression. It wasn't just sycophany that I saw, it was more than that.. it went deeper, much deeper. As Trina positioned the girl beneath me, I saw a her, blissed out of her mind, just as a pair of devote hands aimed my dick was right between her tight gushing lips.

  I recognized the molten boil of enraptured fanaticism in her brown gaze right away. A lifetime ago, I would've cautiously backed far away.. then run as if the sky was falling. Confronting a woman that rooted in her emotions was akin to handling a live grenade. Those uprooting and repeated lessons had all but destroyed what humility I clung to. No. Instead of fucking new religion into her mind and body, I y on top of her, my dick impressing on her soft warm skin like a pilr of forged iron.. Almost immediately, it spat out a fat wad, spttering a full cup of nut gze all over her neck and face.

  Yesssss..

  The other twin, no longer sane or rational..began to gyrate, grinding her soaked panty cd pussy against the heel of my foot. Attached at my sides, Vivian Victoria continued to bask in my presence, their pandering hands and lips roaming about as they gave themselves to the spectacle of my growing delight.

  Whorship me..

  Making my move, I id a firm grip on the eager sacrifice, my palms holding tightly around her hips. This was all for me. No demand was too depraved, perverted or insane so long as I got my rocks off. That singur, absurd fact of life, had been religiously been massaged into every st inch of my dick for weeks on end until I literally couldn't forget it. Right now, in my own bed, I really.. realy wished I could.

  Sitting up as best I could in the middle of a waterbed, I held out my hand. A moment ter, Trina pced a phone in my open palm, who's it was didn't matter so long as it belonged to one of my collective. Pressing my thumb on the screen it flickered before going dark. Moments ter it lit up, my entire profile, including it's growing list of contacts, spontaneously loading up on the device. I still didn't know who was Seikemi or Eikemi.. It mattered, because without that import of context, they were just another pair sexy.. beautiful sleeves to wrap around my dick. But it didn't have to be that way. I could be gentle and rise above role of the unstoppable tyrant I found myself repeatedly falling into.

  /what's your name/ a deep aristocratic voice sneered, sounding not at all like it had been produced from the phone's tiny speakers, but as if they there in person. "... Seikemi." Came a hushed whisper. /you will make a fine pillow to go along with a matching bnket/

  Abandoning my foot, the other twin.. Eikemi, suddenly draped herself over my back. She clung tightly, her nipples pressing ugently, as she stroked the granite hard muscles defining my torso. In a blink, my hands were back on Seikemi's pale skin. Pulling my hips back, Trina's ever ditful palms, rose and fell as it guided the blunt tip of subversion into the tight..welcoming folds of the newly minted pillow.

  "Ahh.. uhnn.. ah.."

  The whole surface of the bed lurched forward, causing Vivian to shriek in delight. "We have motion in the ocean girls." She cackled. "If you think you can handle the cuming tsunami, you better hold tight .. ahahahahaha."

  "Hunnn.."

  Pulling back again, I waited for a hot second before slowly burying my dick back into Seikemi's sopping wet pussy with a torrid, surpy squelch. Gazing at her expressionz, I could almost see the mind of a fanatical zelot form right in before my very eyes. Eyes wide open with drool trailing down her chin, her expression morphed into state of spine arching nirvana.

  "Nnngh.."

  Seikemi was hot warm cy ready to be molded, a musical instrument to be tuned perfection. I didn't need any of that, all wanted was to rest my weary head and pretend the whole entire da.. no.. that the st few months was nothing but the wet dream of a horny, sexually repressed man. it was real. she was a convenient pillow to rest my weary head upon. As I y on Seikemi, an unavoidable avenue of entitlement I had eventually come to accept would always be present, my dick stood out in stark relief as it bulged up past her belly and beyond.

  It's funny how much I took for granted, being able to simply lie in bed.. alone. I guess some things you never really miss until they truly are well and gone. At that realization, a sudden surge hysteric emotion erupted from within. Were devoted cults and degenerate sycophants all I had to look forward to. Is this the life I wanted to live.

  The easy answer a month ago would've been no. But somewhere along the first month in , I'd gotten used to the unrestrained sexual gluttony that underscored my unstoppable actions. Walking in room, looking on barely contained glee, as women preened and offer themselves with a bare gnce, it was an aspect of life I eventually come to expect. dispite my efforts to turn away from the unnatural attention.

  Thrusting forward, the whole bed quivered and rolled. Commitig to a couple dozen, wet poundings of my hips, that quiver became rippling waves of ungrounded pleasure. "Ohh.. now were getting started." Vivian whooped. Clinging to my side with indulgent hands, she sandwiched those soft, puberty fueled breasts of hers around my bicep and ground her luscious body against my own.

  As for her cousin.. "Hmm.." my hand y comfortably between the sweaty cleavage of her breasts. Mmm.." Ignorant of everyone else around her, Victoria's lips gently suckled along the length of my forearm, leaving it shiny with spit saliva from a bottomless reservoir of depraved preservation

  Coiling around my legs, Eikemi enthusiastically ground her breasts the bottom of my feet." Ahhhhh.. floated her pitched cry of sublime rapture, for her pce was beneath them. My toes curled tightly, her nipples pressing deep into the arches of my heels.

  I didn't stop or falter, my dick continued to plunder Seikemi for all the pleasurable delights she had to offer. My hips were a practical blur, causing the whole bed to dip and rise if were about to burst at any given moment. Staring right at me, Trina stood at attention, ready to assist me in whatever irrational demand my lust soaked mind could dredge up

  It was too much, and not enough. This was nothing but a warm up to prepare myself for the off the rails cult faithfully awaiting my return. This was not worship, it wasn't a real orgy, I was simply treading water before I dove right back into the deep end. The building hysteria at being the constant center of an unending sex spree, died down but didn't leave completely. I was still in the middle of orgy and had yet to blow off a full load much less three. The blissful ignorance of sleep would be supressed, sliding further and further out of reach.

  Finally.. the moment came. The fat though.. momentarily unattended ball sacs, physically lurched as they pulled up. Beneath me was a receptacle of my glorified and esteemed desire. A token of amusement from Venisha, freely given without question or doubt. With little to no warning, male born ecstacy, distilled and purified became my whole world for a solid minute. Wrapping my arms around Seikemi, my mind swam in directions I had strived for weeks, to keep away from.

  Thoughts of hedonistic rites of entitlement, came rushing back, egregious and greedy as they were degenerate. Why not wring her pussy dry of every st.. drop of pleasure. So what if her mind shatters right along with any willful autonomy, there's two of them after all. Brushing off Victoria and Vivian, I rose up on my hands and flexed my dick, causing the tight Asian fuck sleeve to momentarily rise. While fucking her down into the bed as she gazed up at me in wonderment was nice, it cked the fantastical and visceral pleasure of seeing my women yearning for but just a nascent touch.

  Without warning, I id on my back, taking Seikemi along for ride in a back arching, screaming climax. "Nnnnnnhhh.." she cried. "Oh.. we're in for a ride!" Vivian giggled excitedly, before darting back to snuggle tightly against my side. The warm softness of her body, her enthused caress of my abs, it set my nerves afme with incontestable desire, as did Seikemi as my palms cmped onto her rolling hips.

  "I hope it's not to much to ask Vance.." Victoria began and.. immediately faltered. "Come on Vicky, don't be shy.." Vivian crooned you know how vance likes redheaded pillows."

  With my hands full of Seikemi's twerking bouncing hips, I was unable to hold back the perverted grin of egotistical pleasure. Laid as was on my back, my dick hardened before the before the naked enthusiasm pouring over my senses. With a leg locking nod of permission, I lurched my hips upward sharply, granted her consent to serve as my personal mattress for a single night.

  There was a shuffle, the waterbed dipping and rising as Victoria positioned herself beneath me. My breath hitched momentarily as soft warm breasts lead by two firm points, gently spread across my shoulders.

  "Vance.." It was one word, just a name. Her scent immediately fred, the mosaic rush of barely repressed desire, neatly bypassing the scrap of reason I was clinging onto. Pale arms wrapped around my torso, her dainty hands longing to act without reservation. "You'll let me properly greet you in the morning.. won't you" she pleaded with a hot puff of air. My nose twitched, flooding my awarness with the reality of a young woman desperately hoping to chain herself to my whims. A hope she had carried for weeks.

  I wanted to cim that I was the better man, that I heard a heard her plea of utter insanity.. and willfully declined. Sliding down.. just enough rest the back of my head between her breasts, I ignored the issue and held onto Seikemi's bouncing hips to my p amidst toe curling bsts of moral disintegrating pleasure.

  As my legs trembled and my heart raced, I knew I had to pace myself or I'd never get any rest. Thankfully There were, however a few tricks I had picked up after concluding countless nights with a trio of women. It was deceptively simple, don't. let. them. enable you. Distract them, ingnore as best you can, the pounding war drum of instant gratification. Avoid at all costs, of falling too deep into the heightened emotions of sexual excess. Giving in to either of those would only serve to dey the restorative equilibrium of sleep.

  Wholly consumed by the spectacle of my pleasure and delight, Eikemi's tongue trailed over and past my knee on it's likely journey to my omnipotent nut sac. Grabbing a fistful of chestnut silk, I immediately halting her advance. Or to be more exact, Trina did. Without a word, she dragged her away, and all but threw her to the floor.

  Pulling the indoctrinated fucksleve free of my dick, I stroked the dark rod of damnation, but not before batting away Vivian's eager and complicit hand. Once she got the massage, I proceeded pump and pump, effortlessly coaxing out a solid pint of pearl nut cream across Seikemi's beautiful downed form.

  Mentally, I was done, I was ready to sleep into the next week. I still needed more normalcy in my life, and less sexual fuckery to firmly reestablish the difference between common sense and btant insensiblilty. Like not walking up behind a women minding her own business, and boldly groping and feeling her up & all over. Doing that would clearly wrong be wrong. It wasn't anything that should be enabled, encouraged or even welcomed. And yet.. it was. 24/7, no matter the inclination or situation.

  Continuing to beat off the untiring pilr of my dick, I encouraged many.. many more intermittent spurts of clear viscous pre, to arc forward. Climbing back up the rolling ndscape of the bed, Eikemi knelt before me, proud to bare herself before the inconsoble oupour of lust and desire. Her scent immediately grew hazy with rapture and awe, her brown eyes rapidly affirming with the unstoppable intractable conviction to obey irregardless of reason or sense.

  "Vance.." Eikemi purred just as few particurly heavy strings of nut gze struck her acoss the face and neck. "Hmmmm.. she smiled. Completely untethered from any worldly concerns, she throughly rubbed in the precious gift of my arousal, "Everything about you feels sooo.. good."

  "Hey Vance.." Vivian sighed, pulling my attention away from Eikemi's descent into madness. Tracing circles around the dark armor ptes that had repced my pecs, she let out another happy sigh and intertwined her legs around the tree trunk of my leg.

  "You know.. how your cum makes our bodies become all super stretchy and estic. Well. I've been thinking. Throughout the month you stayed with those girls, you never really did anything exciting. I mean sure.. after the third day, you pumped their bellies so full of your thick, yummy cum, anyone else would've thought they were preggers. But noo.. you went with boring vanil the next day after, barely even enjoying yourself for nearly a whole time.

  No.. no, stop reminding me that I made a mockery of physics. I had been trying to back off from the crazy shit, not experiment with it. Mustering the flogged scraps of willpower, I somehow managed to contain the mounting hysteria behind an impassive frown. The calm sedate dream of normalcy was nearly within reach. If i just can doggedly ignore my body's unnatural ability to persist and continue without tiring, and deflect the ambition sapping allure of instant gratification that dogged my every step, I can avoid another messy.. sleepless night. Maybe.

  Ignoring my seeming reluctance, Vivian pestered me still. "Come on Vance, you're the fantasy I've always dreamed of, an unstoppable brute of a man who regurly snaps physics over his knee on the daily. I wanna be a part of that again, please. Back me up here Vicky, tell him what you told me, that you dreamed worn like a pair of underwear.

  "Jockstrap.." Victoria murmured. Resting her chin on the top my head, her hands gently encircled the base of my shaft, slowly raising them to the match the pace of my outstreched palm. "I've fantasized for weeks Vance, of being your personal jockstrap."

  I heard and understood their hopes and desires but the meaning didn't quite connect. Maybe it had to do with Victoria's ying under me, her thoughts mired in the incomprehensible belief that being used as a bed was an opportunity of a lifetime. Or perhaps it was her smooth callus free palms gliding up and down the indomitable pilr of my manhood, seeking the validation of my desire.

  At the moment however, I could only stare at the three cum spttered women I had aquired today, and struggled to remain calm. Trina Seikemi and Eikemi, they were women who were unfortunate enough to fall under the inescapable umbrel of my influence. They had.. had been people with lives of their own. Did that mean i wanted them to further entrench me in the unrelenting sexual fantasy that had overrun my life. No.

  It was bad enough I had to guard against acting on whatever horny thought popped in my head. Right now though.. If I could ugh out loud, I felt I'd never stop. Being selfish and greedy, all day everyday was something woman had come to believe in their crazed and maddened delirium, was a fundamental right.

  It was so easy to not concern myself with anything but my own pleasure with that near impenetrable bubble surrounding me 24/7. Where what or whoever I wanted was never wrong. I wanted to do the right thing, but what the hell does that stand for anymore.

  Entitlements this, entitlements that it was the recurring theme of the day, ruining me from the inside out. No opportunity was too big or small. All doors before me were opened, never to closed again. if I felt so inclined, i could fuck anyone I wish over and over until I grew tired of them, only for them thank me for the privilege.

  "Vance.." Eikemi's drunken voice floated up in the air, absent minded and full of object wonder.. "I think you missed a spot." Giggling like she had taken a hit of X, she pointed between her legs. And fell backwards with an excited titter.

  Dropping my hands on her ankles, I gently spread them apart in wide V. "Oohh.. that tingles." she slurred, a goofy grin pstering itself on her face. A hand darted out, reaching around the middle of my dick, presumably to aim it right at the pussy in front of it.

  No! Pausing a brief moment to wrap an arm around Vivian's waist, I blindly groped at her breasts, distracting her. A heartbeat ter, I let out a shaky breath of pleasure when she redirected her focus on my ball sac. No.. assists or setups, just let me pretend the situation isn't as impusible and inconceivable than it actually is.

  Vivian's open palm reached out again, fingers spyed wide in her eagerness to indulge. NO! batting away her hand again, I squeezed harder, my fingers sinking deep into the oh so soft and pert bounty of her breasts. Unghhh.." she moaned, slumping as a climax crashed over her.

  "But, I just wanted to help you break in your new pet." Vivian whined after taking a moment to catch her breath . My answer to that, was to stare at Trina standing at the ready at the foot of the bed, not at all acting to line Eikemi up to be plunded at will. "I.. Vivian started, then immediately shut up. The message was crystal clear, I would fuck the Asian fuckpet without her or anyone else's enabling hand stoking my damn ego.

  Reacquiring my grip on Eikemi's ankles, I reeled her in with an audibly wet sp of flesh. Of course though, instead of lodging inside of her, the long arm thick battering ram, slid wetly atop the middle of her torso. Uncommonly heavy, the dark menace to self autonomy and sanity weighed upon her body and mind. Happily belching forth a cupful of nut gze, it y in wait, ready to detroy her on a flighty whim.

  It looked comical. There was no reason to expect the outsized member to physically fit anywhere between a woman's legs. Crattling my dick Eikemi slowly drew her palms up the otherworldly shaft, calling forth a fresh surge of nut gze to douse her face and neck. Bending forward, she was about to lift the swollen head to her lips when I intervened and id her back down with a heavy hand.

  There'll be non of that. I'm trying to go to sleep. Palming the middle of my dick, I pulled back and ground the weeping tip of the head across the left and right of her colr, leaving the messy trail of my desire as a consotion prize.

  "Ohhhh.." The cry, the enraptured mewl 'had' been completely out of proportion to attention received. Emphasis on had. That part Some part of me genuinely worried I was becoming desensitized to supernatural bullshit scenarios. Unfortunately those concerns after eventually fell to the wayside after the first couple weeks of fantastical, nut busting sex. While I wouldn't be the one to regurly take advantage of the impossible, eye crossing viotion of physics sex had become, I couldn't deny that it made me feel god like.

  Settling back against Victoria, I wrapped my fingers around Eikemi's ankles, a girl I barely knew, and sleeved her on my dick with chivalry fying tug. "Ahhhh.. She screamed in blissful rapture, her back arching upward as the fat pilr of my dick, distended her ft belly with contemptuous ease.

  Sinking deep into the warm fuzzy haze of post nut, I snapped my finger's softly and gestured at Seikemi, who had begun to stir from her rapture ced climax. Picking her up in a bridle carry, Trina swifty set her down at my side, opposite of Vivian. "Draping a waifish arm over my chest, Seikemi began to snore.

  I didn't fight scenario, doing so would only serve to push me over the edge. Rather.. I basked, tentatively of course. It was a fine line to walk between what I knew to be sensable rules of the past and the enraved habituations of a reluctant hedonist. But I managed best as I could. So.. my hands wondered as they usually do, slowly tracing across delectible and curvaceous forms of my woman.

  My hips bucked again, gently, filling the air with the lurid accord of my delight. Letting the comfortable press of flesh draw me in, I let my mind drift to simpler times and eventually fell into a pleasurable slumber.

  As the golden rays of a new dawn casts it's rays, I slowly but grudgingly woke up to a new morning. [Tic] A bookshelf stereo suddenly clicked on, it's dispy reading at 6:01 am to my bleary eyes. {Good morning Whornd This KDC 101.5 the Twist. We deliver the hits, the cssics, the oldies. Next up we have a chart topper from the 90's} Music began to fill the room with thrumming bass & crisp highs, slowly pierced the fog of good nights sleep.

  ?Your love is one and a billion. It goes on and on and on..?

  Alone in bed with my eyes crusted with sleep, I let the music wash over me, stirring me awake, still wanting nothing more than to sleep in for another hour. Reluctantly, I left the comfort of my bed and stumbled out the bedroom to the shower. Tossing off the hot sweaty, and uncomfortable bedwear, I stepped right into the shower, letting the hot steaming water refresh and rejuvenate my body.

  Some time ter, steam still wafting of my shoulders. I felt a need to strech the kinks out. Stretching my arms above myhead I flexed the loosened and rexed muscles, and let out a rexed sigh.

  As I got dressed, I dipping & swayed, my head nodding in time to the music bring from the bedroom. Gncing at a mirror mounted on the wall, I took in my appearance. At 31 I had a what most would consider slightly average looks. Dark brown bck hair clung wetly to round soft featured face, set upon a somewhat stout build. Curling a bicep, a tiny frown graced my lips, I was no Jason Statham, but who else is.

  I wasn't particurly a athletically inclined, as the slight bulge of a stubborn potbelly attested to, but neither was I obese. I was my own person, and that was good enough. I was single, owned my own home and had decent paying job that I didn't loath. Life wasn't perfect, but it wasn't terrible either. Sure I wanted more for myself, who didn't. But for the moment, I was content. The rest as they say.. would come ter. Moments ter, I grabbed the keys and was out the door.

  Wornd Wyoming was a small town removed from the niceties of most modern city cities. While more poputed towns were more.. convenient, there was something to be said about the quality of living within a tight knit community. With a popution shy of just 10,000, most knew each other or knew someone who knew a friend, who had a friend who knew someone.

  Riding down the barren interstate highway, I couldn't help but think the town I'd grown up in wasn't for everyone. For one, despite being such a rge state, Wyoming had very few cities. A fact exatrabated by the great gaps between sprawling farmnds and rual towns.

  Pulling off the highway, I made my way into Brighton Valley Auto, my destination. Being one of the few auto shops in town, there always seemed to be a steady flow of customers no matter the season. And I had to be the one open shop. I didn't hate the task, but didn't enjoy it all that much either.

  Parking my car, I gave my keys a happy little jangle as i unlocked the door to my workpce, smiling as the scent of oil greeting me. Making sure the equipment and tools were all accounted for and in working order took time, time, spent on the clock.

  Making my way down past an L shaped hallway at the rear end up the shop, I found what I was looking for, the junction box. The primarys secondary's were live, still feeding the external lights and security system. After throwing a few switches, the secondary lines hummed momentarily as they powered various heavy exquiment. A moment ter, I turned the auxiliary power on, squinting as florescent mps flicked and flooded the open spaced garage in a steady white glow.

  -well- I gustured with a rub of my hands and a low whistle. Lets get started.

  Naturally my eyes nded on the near mint, Trans Am GTA hatchback with gold and bck trim. It y dormant, suspend on the hydraulic lift, to have it aging struts and trans axel repced . I couldn't help felt a bit of childsish glee at the sight of the American cssic. My grin widened, this was what I loved about the job. The cars! Every now and then, I got to work with something different. Cssic muscle, domesticated imports and sometimes the rare exotic supercar. For me, working with those kind of cars was the closest I ever come to having a dream job. It's the sole reason I put up with my bitch of a boss, Kaitlin Stennings.

  "I don't pay you to gawk at the clients car." A blond woman shouted from behind me. Get to work." Great, she's in early today.

  Wyoming , being the quiet state it was, it had long straights that carried on through rolling hills and barren pins. You could travel for miles and miles without seeing a single soul. And that suited me just fine. Driving down the little solitary road helped mellow out the irritation having worked throught a no good bad day. Before I knew it, found myself rolling down the gated community of McAlister Avenue, otherwise known as the automotive showcase.

  Rows and rows of immacute houses lined the nd for miles, ranging from stout two story houses To outright mansions. Millionaires and billionaires lived here, people with so much money, their grand and great grand children could live their entire lives in the p of luxury.

  Corvette Viper Ford GT Mercedes Ferrari BMW Porsche even an Aston Martin, they all lined the neighborhood as I were strolling through an auto show. Me, I rolled around in my dingy old Toyota. Still, I soaked it all in. Then I saw it, parked in front the garage of a three story house painted an eye catching pastel blue with white trim

  It was Katilin Stennings, brand spanking new, straight from the factory, mustang cobra. My bosses car. They haven't even sent them out to dealerships yet, and somehow that bitch, got one ahead of everyone else.

  I grimaced, while Kaylee might be a pretentious self righteous bitch, she at least she had good taste in cars. That didn't mean I didn't want to trail a long jagged line across that sparkling pewter blue finish though. I'd never do it of course, she'd have a wsuit tied around my neck faster than it took to drive back home.

  Lost as I was in the daydream of raking all keys across her car, a pretty girl with red hair done twin ponytails, appeared right beside my window. I blinked and blinked again. She may as well be a carbon copy of Kaylee. Same lustrous hair but red, same round cherub like face. She even had those same green eyes, only hers weren't set in a permanent glower of contempt and distain. Her name was Tiffany Stennings, my boesses daughter. Wait a minute, wasn't she supposed to be out in some out of state college.

  "Hi! Vance, I'm Tiffany, you're, that mute guy that works fom mom, right.." she giggled Her bright intelligent green eyes brewing with mischief. I nodded, Of course I did, work for the bitch after all.

  I tried not to wince. Mute guy! Fuck this, this was a mistake. Turning the key, the the small, four cylnder engine rumbled to life. I was about to notch in gear and haul out there before my boss showed up, when the sound of the passenger door closing sent a shiver of fear down my spine. What the actual fuck..

  Turning slowly, the first thing I noticed were a pair long tanned legs, secondly, were the indecntly short denim shorts she wore. When the hell did she get in. I gulped. Up closer, I could see she had that cute next door vibe down pat, she was pretty in a sort of farm raised way. Her bearing screamed independent, but eyes, they danced with mirth, hinting at something I felt I should know.

  Collectively, I released a sigh of relief, I wasn't being car jacked, not that it was worth much. Then I became nervous. Why the hell she in my car!

  She wasn't jail bait, thank god, but at 19 or 20, she was still close enough to nd me in trouble if.. Shaking my head. No.. nonono! Bad things tend happen to guys when their bosses think they're fuckin their got damn, daughter.

  -get out- The gesture came out in a strangled hiss. Unfortunately, Tiffany carried on as if she didn't notice a damn thing. Visions of Katilin dashing across the street, weilding a golf club and rightious fury, spurred me on.

  Fumbling, I reached for my phone and got as far as unlocking it , when Tiffany spoke up. "I tried College for a while you know, but it was really boring" she tittered, curling an arm around my shoulder, making herself comfortable and me nervous. "Most everyone there was so selfish an conceited, they had no sense of community you know.. she trailed off in daze, her gaze lowering to my crotch.

  My fingers danced hurriedly, with a final press th phone chimed and carried out a dry unhurried, but frantic message. /no! Why the hell are you in my car get out! what if Kaitlin sees you with me/

  "So what, ." she cooed, leaning further against me. Again I pointed at the door, more sharply this time. "Come on, don't be a total stranger, you know my mom, and she knows you. Besides, I'm a consenting adult, I can finally do what I want, like this.." Reaching over my p, she fumbled somewhat as she tugged my shorts down. In an unthinking daze, I lifted up, letting her slid them down my legs.

  Wha.. my thoughts stalled.

  Alex by..Showing you how much I appreciate a strong communicative efforts. No else does what you do." It was weird it seemed as if she were informing of a fact rather than expressing an opinion.

  "Hmmm.. mmm…"

  I wanted to stop her, Kaitlin could be here, ready bust my window & head open at any moment now, really. However, a nearly inaudible moan of lust, burst from my lips. froze me in pce.

  Perverted thoughts rode into my mind, gaining tracion with every second. Which is why there wasn't a hint of resistance or compint left in me when she slipped her soft dainty hand under my boxers and tugged them down at my feet. Tiffany sighed in relief, she literally had me by the balls. Well no, not exactly, she was caressing them with her tongue, but that beside the point.

  My eyes had to pying tricks on me. My dick seemed to have spontaneously grown, rger. It felt a bit thicker, a tad longer than usual in her tenative grip. I blinked and in instant, I swear it pulsed, appearing to loom over her like a terrible monolith that would come alive at slightest provacation. I blinked again, and the impression was gone.

  "You know, while i was in college, I've always had this burning question, she opened with a pleasurable tug of my shaft. I was bracing myself, hands gripping the wheel so hard, it began to creak. What hell was happening, was I dreaming.

  "How hard could it be to swallow big fat cock. Would I choke, would it be easy.." she giggled. W.. what..? I.. I.. don't know? Pcing hand on my bare thigh, Tiffany gazed at me with a hooded leer that promised a copious involvement of spit and saliva.

  A trikle of sweat beaded on my forehead as the redhaired girl took a deep breath and seemed to shiver with anticipation. "You'll let me practice, won't you." she asked, tracing another warm palm across my bare thigh. Concerns over the how & why suddenly fell to the way side. There was a hot redheaded that wanted to suck my dick, and only thing keeping it from happening was my consent. Hell yeah!! I nodded, giving her the go ahead.

  The bosses daughter Tiffany. I.. she gave me a blowjob.. didn't she!? Did we.. fuck? I fucked her.. didn't I?!? My mind spun in circles trying, and failing to make sense of what might of happened. Did I dream it all. It seemed so vivid, too real to be dream, yet too spontaneous and passionate to be belived.

  My car currently y parked at the corner of Winston, a local park. I didn't feel like driving at the moment, confused as I was. In the end, I settled for aimlessly watching people drift by. I’d been working hard to not think about my bosses daughter and how much she aroused me, or the inexplicable lust and awe she had for me.

  More than that, the girl was barely 19, not even a proper adult. It had to of been a dream. How could it not be when nobody came to investigate Tiffany's screams in a gated neighborhood of all pces, or even noticed my car rocking like a boat in a storm for that matter.. It was like a scene pulled straight out of the fantasies from my teenage years.

  -Plink-

  Distracted by the sound, I looked to what caused it. Apperently blown and then held in pce by stiff wind, a card had miraculously nded square in center the of the passenger side window.

  Curious, I watched, fansinated as another sudden surge of wind forced the card up through crack in the window, flinging it onto my p.

  "Wait… please. A woman called out a fare distance from behind me. Don't leave.." she pleaded, with a note of rising panic in her voice.

  From the side mirror, I saw her sprint through the street and immediately wanted her in the worst way. Held in check by single scrungy, a mass of wavey honey blonde lockes flowed behind her in a simple ponytail. I was ashamed to say I hardly noticed that. All I saw was a pair of melons, packed tightly in a silky grey blouse, bouncing and rolling to the awe inspiring tune of physics. I saw.. cd in shiny grey spandex, a pair of long sexy legs, moving at pace, her toned thighs flexing and pumping, propelling her towards some unknown lucky bastard.

  Being a gentleman, I gave the delicious vision of lovelyness an extended gnce from the reaview mirror rather than openly leer at her out the window like some a shameless pervert. Whoever she she was after, was doing something right to have beautiful dy like her chase after him like that.

  Wait a minute, who was she chasing after? Looking around I didn't see anyone else in the on this sidewalk or street. No one but.. it suddenly dawned on me. A heartbeat ter, muffled 'whump' interrupted my entire though process. I looked to the left and there she was, her cleavage pstered against my window.

  No! Way!

  "Whew… I made it before… he left.."

  I was stunned. Up close, I got good look at the woman's heaving chest swelling outward and nearly out of her top, as she took a moment to catch her breath. A moment ter, she knocked on the window to get my attention, not that she needed to try all that hard. “Hi! I'm.. I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I think my credit card fell through your window.

  My eyes struggled not stare at the clear and undisputed view of her heaving breasts.. all mashed up against my window. "I'd be eve so grateful if could get it back." Dazedly I looked down at my p, lying there innocently was a silver United Express credit card with the name Miranda Summers embossed on it's surface. What the hell was happening here.

  Did I actually get blown by Tiffany Stennings in my car of all pces, was this really happening right here and now. Fumbling a bit, I rolled down the window, her chest thrusting towards my disbelieving eyes. The soft rattle of beads wrapped around her wirst, suddenly caught my attention. Blinking twice I watched as carmel tipped nails proceed to reach into my car, coming within inches of my crotch, only to have a sudden gust of wind send the card flying towards to the passager side floor.

  Swallowing nervously, I held my breath, not sure what was going on. Unthinkingly, I leaned over to open the passenger door. Wait.. what hell was I doing letting a complete stranger in my car. She could probably.. No! what happened before was so far beyond the expected outcome it seemed like a parody. But.. could it happen again, did I dare hope for lightning to strike twice.

  The sound of the passenger door suddenly closing startled me. Letting out a shaky breath, I turned to see Miranda in my car, quietly putting the 'lost' card away in her purse.

  "Whew, you're a life saver". she excimed with a distracting bounce "I was so worried I'd have to cancel 'everything! That'd of taken weeks to sort out, and then I'd had wait on the reissue and…" I tuned her out, my mind whirling. What the hell was going on. Was I so desperate for a repeat of inexplicable, spontaneous sex that I just opened my door to anyone with a pair of breasts. That wasn't at all reasonable.

  I needed to stop daydreaming and go on about my business.

  "Ughh, hold on a minute It's a bit hot in here." Not it wasn't, the ac's on! "You don't mind if I make myself comfortable, do you. Fumbling for a moment, Samantha dug into her halter top and scooped one round sweaty teat and then another, letting them settle against her chest with an eye popping jiggle and bounce..

  "Ahh.. that's so much better now that the 'girls' are free."

  I don't know what to expect, but of all the things, the st was for a woman sneak into my car and go topless.

  "Here, why don't you wipe them down, she asked unprompted. ,Putting decision quite literally, in my hands, she handed me a napkin. Never did I act so bold as to grab a woman's chest, unasked It just wasn't done. But now that I had have permission.. "Ohhh.." she gasped, as I tentatively wipe down her breasts.

  They were covered in a light sheen of sweat, a sensation not as unpleasant as I thought it might be, quite the opposite in fact. Clearly I must be dreaming. This couldn't possibly be happening, right. "Ohh, that's nice." Miranda cooed, disproving that line of inquiry. Real or not, the woman apparently enjoyed having her breasts felp up by a complete stranger.

  Marveling at the soft bounty in my hands, I reached over and dared be so bold as to capture a nipple between my lips "Hmmm, ohhh.. oh yes, oh god don't stop." Overcome with a surge of lust, I didn't. I got a good look at Miranda and liked what I saw. Tanned to light caramel completion, her Hazel brown eyes stared up at me with longing. "Just a bit longer, please." she mumbled to herself as if coming down from a high. Without warning, I dove my head between her breasts

  "Oh god.. oh god." she gasped, curling her fingers through my hair. Proper decorm, suddenly faded into vapor. Everything was suddenly bared before me. Her delicate neck, her round firm breasts, even the gravid spread of her hips and the lush press of her thighs. Taking moment to devour the visual offering! I slurpped and nipped at her breasts like a man possessed.

  "No.. wait!" Samantha yelped as she pulled a lever

  Ice chilled my veins, she was going too..

  [Foomp] ..recline the passenger seat..! "We're going to need more room." Miranda giggled. Without a wasiting amoment, she pulled me on top of her, frantically kissing and nipped at my neck as she frantically peeled the spandex leggings off, ripping them in the process.

  [Vroooommmm..] The engine suddenly roared as my foot slipped on the accelerator. sounding uncharacteristically deep and sinister

  Just like that, the overriding tunnel vision of lust, broke. The drone of traffic, the stream people walking about, it all came back in a jarring rush.

  What hell was going was going on, I thought. The windows were beginning to steam, barely allowing me see anything outside of my car. I started to pull back

  "Mhmm..." Wriggling her hips, Samantha snuggled close, seemingly basking in sensation of my bulge probing at toned contours of her thighs. Oh.. that felt.. nice. No, I needed to stop before we were arrested, public indecency was a thing after all. Disengaging from her inexplicably clingy embrace, I slumped back in my seat, dazed and confused. "Take me with you." What..!? Seeing my reluctance, she ran a hand up my thigh. "Please.."

  Reality of course reared it's ugly head, raining common sense on the party before it got started. I didn't know squat about the woman besides her name. This wasn't some date, we weren't friends or even acquaintances. What if she stole everything in my home that wasn't nailed down, and called the police ciming I drugged and raped her. No, I was taking her home, then booking it. Reaquiring my phone, I typed out a quick message, sending via, text to voice.

  "Where do you live, The app's abiguious voice announced stiltedly."

  "Hold on a minute."

  "I.." indecision momentarily warred behing her hazel eyes. Had she come to her senses, and was about to bail.

  Licking lips, Samantha suddenly lunged for my belt. After Fumbling with the buckle for a moment, I heard the telltale sound of a descending zipper.

  What the actual fuck..

  Taking me completely by surprise, I didn't have it me to resist her efforts to get into my pants. It was so all sudden and beyond any reasonable expnation.

  Turning around she dug into her purse, producing a small bottle of lotion from her purse.Smearing several heavy dollops between in her palms, she

  rubbed them with an air of anticipation so thick, it stilled my thoughts.

  ,

  "Ohhh. She husked, shivering in obvious pleasure as her warm hand tenderly wrapped around my length. I stared in incredulous and stunned shock as she began to nguidly tug and tug.. and tug.

  Phone still in my grip, my thumbs twitched. /I'm taking you./ The auto corrected message decred suddenly. Plucking the phone from my nerveless fingers, she gave it back a moment ter, her left hand hand rejoined the right in a slow, inexorable glide.

  "Oh, please do."

  '6969 McAlister Avenue' the address on the GPS map read.

  Swallowing, I took a single pleasure ced breath, notched the car in gear and drove.

  "I can't wait till this is inside me." Miranda purred. I couldn't either. The drive was nothing but a dick hardening blur. Streets, ndmarks, roads I grew up on for over a decade, were suddenly unrecognizable. What should've been quick 10 minute drive, turned into twenty and then thirty. All the lights seemingly turned red the moment I approached an intersection, giving Miranda more than enough time leave many.. many trails of tender kisses all across the exposed surface of my dick. The instant the light blinked green, she drew herself up, her hands instantly coming right back into py. Chancing a gnce at her caressing my thigh while the other pledged itself to my dick, pumping along every st inch her nimble fingers could reach, my mind bnked.

  "Stop right here." To which I all but stood on the brakes. Reaching under my legs to pull a lever, she all but shoved the seat back. Licking her lips, lust bzed clear in Miranda's hazel eyes. "Were gonna need a bit more room for this."

  I was about to have sex in my car, was I dreaming? This couldn't possibly be happening, right. Who the hell was Miranda Summers, and why was she about to jump my bones. Non it made any sense.

  "Hmmm.." It was somewhat of a tight fit, with the steering wheel being the biggest obstacle, but the woman was nothing if not determined. Sitting on her knees, she continued to stroke my dick, pulling her panties to the side and guiding it to the entrance of her pussy.

  My dick, well past hard spurted, heavy gushes of translucent goo spttering against her bare naked lips.

  "Ahh..!!"

  Without warning, she dropped down, impaling herself on the hardness of my dick.

  [Pap..]

  Oh.. oh god, she was tight.. so warm..

  "Nnnghh.."

  Pnted her hands on my chest, her hips rose.. and fell.. Repeatedly.

  "Oooh.." [Pap-pap-pap]

  "Where were you all my life." Miranda gasped. I heard her, but wasn't listening. I didn't know know were to focus, the meaty ass smming down on my thighs, or the naked breasts, jumping and swinging before my eyes.

  Reaching out a tenative hand, I cupped one such breast, the full weight and surity of it's presence, filling my open palm. Swallowing nervously, I gave Miranda's breast a bold squeeze, and heard the beautiful music of reciprocated pleasure. "Yes.. oh god.. yes!!" A heartbeat ter, my vision tunneled as hot, sweaty pleasure monopolized my senses. With a jerk & spasm, I woke up to an orgy.