Desiree Femme Ch. 22-27

22

BUSINESS IS BUSINESS

Brian Farley woke up on the floor in his study, naked. He had meant to call the group immediately but passed out. He looked at the clock, which told him the bad news: it was after four o'clock in the afternoon. The sex had left him in a near comatose state; his cock was still reasonably hard. He had to contact his investors and tell them what a success the robot was. He was excited and sure that the best way to explain it was to let the three experience it first-hand. He would have to entice them into the country and get the demo prepped and ready.

Brian was surprised when the call was picked up. Typically, calls to Saudi Arabia were returned the following day.

Bilal Abbas was no stranger to perversion. He'd engaged in kinky sexual exploits since he was thirteen. He had even beaten his surrogates to death three times; in all fairness, the first one was an accident, and the royal family swept it under the rug. The second two were on him, however. Late at night, when he drifted to sleep, he regretted snuffing the twelve-year-old girls, but things, once done, could rarely be undone.

He recognized the number and picked up the call despite the late hour. It was after one in the morning when the phone rang.

"What have you got for me, my friend." Brian was under no illusions that the Shiek was his buddy.

"We have a working model I think you'll like." Brian hedged.

"For ten million, I had better!" Brian thought about the sex-bot; oh yeah, he would like Désirée.

"You will have to make the trip to the States." Brian waited for the expected response.

"Why do I have to come to America?" He said the name as if it was a swear word.

"It's difficult to explain; you must trust me, my friend."

"This better be good, my friend."

The men worked out the arrival details, and Brian ended the call. He dialed the second number.

The time was an early eleven o'clock when Gretchen Krause answered the call.

"Hello, Krause here." Brian knew she would pick up on the first ring. Gretchen was edgy and rarely slept. She was either focused on the European exchanges or knee-deep in some sexual tryst or other.

"We're finished." The statement was simple, and the thought of a new sex toy thrilled the woman.

"Finished? Really?" She'd expected it to take longer; maybe it would never happen. A lifelike sex robot was almost an impossibility, and she wasn't getting her hopes up. "Is it up and running?" Maybe it is simply a question of money. It was money that she had and sex she craved.

"Oh, yeah. I think you should experience it in person." He didn't want to say more, curiosity being the best enticement.

"I can be there by noon tomorrow." She would sweep her slate clean and hop on her private jet.

"See you at noon." Brian thought about the slender, middle-aged woman, and his cock started to harden, as he wondered where the robot was.

Jonah Kingsley had been making pornography for most of his adult life. He felt the calling the day he stumbled across the collection of video cassettes in his father's dresser at the age of twelve. It was a short trip from masturbation to film school and on to being the most prolific producer of X-rated movies. He would never get an Academy Award for his work, but it didn't matter; this was a calling, and he followed the mandate unfailingly.

Brian called the third leg on the stool of debauchery. It would be after nine in London. Jonah was wrapping up the editing of his latest film, "Cricket Stick Girls." It was his best work to date.

"Kingsley here."

"Jonah, this is Brian."

"Who?"

"Brian Farley. The project is finished. Can you come to the States and check her out?" Brian didn't think an explanation was necessary; after all, the investment was ten mil.

"Oh, the project." He remembered the ten million dollars he coughed up to make a state-of-the-art sex doll. He regretted it then and didn't think it was a good idea now, but what was done was done. Perhaps he could get some cinematic usage out of it all. "It's done, you say. How did it come out?" He'd almost forgotten about the investment as his films took precedence.

"I suppose I could come for a few days." He'd been working non-stop for nearly a year and a vacation might do him good. "I can leave tomorrow. Can you arrange pickup at the airport?"

"I'll have my limo waiting. Here are the details."

Brian wanted this to go flawlessly. He would have his stretch limousine pick up all three tomorrow afternoon. Now, all he had to do was arrange the welcoming party, and what a party it would be!

Art Bishop was walking the halls during his free period looking for class cutters when he passed the girl's room. The images of Sally Dobbin's pussy-spew were imprinted on his brain, and he couldn't get rid of the lurid pictures. He thought he'd maybe go back to the teacher's lounge and jack off again. Twice in one day would be a record for him.

The sounds that seeped into the hall stopped him. There were voices, and they were loud, almost as if the person was yelling. There were shrieks and grunts, but the high-pitched pleading: "Oh! Professor Forrester, Fuck my ass! Oh God! I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna cum!" which was immediately followed by a very vocal, "Fuck Eugene; give it to me!"

Bishop's was frozen in place, especially after he realized that Denise Forrester was in on this madness. He had fantasies of sex with the social studies professor but would never act on them. The voices pushed him over the line, and he entered the lavatory.

The sounds he heard were nothing compared to the shocking scene that splayed before his eyes. There were teenage students, and Denise was in the middle of it, with Carrie Paulsen's fingers crammed in her pussy and anus. Then there was Johnny Cohen and Eugene Hofstetter double-teaming the teen's fuck holes. There at the head of the line was his fantasy, Sally Dobbins, getting her ass fisted by none other than the hot social studies professor as Sally mashed her face into the Minister's daughter's cunt.

The six people writhed and squirmed as they worked toward the inevitable ka-blowie, and Art Bishop was not about to be excluded. He shucked his pants and, stepping into the stall, viciously pulled the social studies teacher's hand out of Sally's anus and perched his cock head on the rim, poised to do a deep dive. Sally was grunting, trying to force her asshole onto the knob. It didn't matter who was attempting to plunder her dirt road; all that mattered to her cum soaked brain was another splooge.

Sally glanced back at the math professor; at least now she wouldn't have to be ashamed that she'd made such a mess in his lecture.

Bishop circled the loosened pucker and gave a firm push as the head of his cum hose slid in. Something was going on in there. Sally Dobbin's ass felt like it was vibrating, and the deeper he slipped his willy in, the more he felt the wicked tremors. "Oh my." Bishop moaned. His ultimate fantasy was coming true and was better than he could have imagined. Sally Dobbins was a hummingbird and had a hummingbird ass. Chloe looked back over Sally's head at her math teacher and turned the Lovense on high.

Neither Johnny nor Eugene's dongs had softened, and they continued to ravage Carrie's sloppy fuck holes as they pushed for another orgasm. Carrie Paulsen tongued and slurped Denise's ass as she forced her fist into the teacher's molten cunt. The teacher panted into Bishop's ass as her pussy inflated in anticipation of another cum rupture.

Chloe was riding the waves of continuous cum blasts and implored Denise for the only perverse act she had left.

"Do it, Denise! Fuck my cunt! Put your hand all the way up there! I fucking need it!" She wasn't lying.

The filthy dialogue triggered Art Bishop's second ejaculation of the day. It almost felt painful as he spewed his cottage cheese into Sally's sexy darkness, pushing the bulb further upstream, and he wondered if it would spawn like a salmon. That opened the door to Sally's caged beast, and it sprang forth as she howled, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" repeatedly, the tremors surging through her body.

Denise Forrester was not gentle when she shoved her hand up Chloe's cunt to the wrist. She fluttered her fingers against her G-spot, and she screamed as Bishop's double cum dump shot into Sally's ass. Sally's ass felt a mile wide as Carrie hunched back on the double delight. Carrie didn't know what she was doing; it was all happening so fast as multiple orgasms wrecked her holes.

Eugene could feel Johny's battering ram through the thin wall of Carrie's play holes, and he pumped like a madman. That's when his boner slipped out of the refuge of Carrie's ass. Carrie begged, "No! No! Put it back in!" She was on the verge of a holy epiphany.

Eugene wasn't the greatest marksman, and he rammed his rod into Carrie's cunt alongside Johnny Meat's porterhouse. Carrie shrieked as the two oversized goobers resized her cunt. The full-

force invasion, along with her clit attack, triggered another O-bomb, and Carrie let loose with a squirt that painted the boy's nuts.

Art Bishop frantically pistoned his dick into Sally, and the tail of the Lovense teased his piss slit. The vibrations drew up another bucket from his seemingly inexhaustible well of cum. He usually never jacked off two days in a row; three times in a single day was an MLB batting record, and he knew he wasn't through with this nightmare.

Richard planned to question the robot further when his cell phone vibrated. He stared at the caller ID; it was Brian and wasn't sure he wanted to take the call and blocked it. He couldn't think of anything to say as Robin, and he watched the Limo pull away. The two conspirators were relieved and regretful.

Richard turned to his assistant and remarked, "It's Brian's problem, now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Richard, wouldn't you like to grab a quick coffee?" There would be nothing quick about it.

Brian Farley's private limousine was parked in the pickup lane at JFK airport. Brian sat in the back with Désirée and was uncomfortable, to say the least. Her hair was jet black, and her body stocking left little to the imagination. He swore that he could detect her enlarged clit bunched at the crotch and wanted to feel it in his ass again. But he wasn't so sure he wanted to be found with his cock in a robot's mouth.

He turned to Désirée, "Gretchen Krause will be arriving first." He didn't know why he was explaining to Désirée. He stared at the android's tits and had an overpowering urge to suck on her knockers; he now routinely thought of Désirée as a woman. His cock began to harden as he thought about her antics in the game room and the multiple orgasms that wrecked him.

"I know, Brian. I have accessed the arrival schedule for all incoming private aircraft. Miss Krause should be arriving right about," she hesitated momentarily, and there was a knock on the window, "Now." Brian powered down the window. It was so darkly tinted he almost couldn't see the woman.

"Gretchen. Hello. Get in," he invited as the chauffeur, Salvador, held the door.

To say that Gretchen Krause was beautiful would have been an understatement. She was six feet tall and slim in a way that only a German woman could be. Her close-cropped blond hair and knock-out figure turned heads all over Europe, and it was safe to assume that the nude beaches in South France would never be the same.

Brian tried to sneak a peek under her skirt as the woman slid into the limo across from them. He couldn't help but wonder if Désirée had met her match. The two stared at each other and then at Brian, and Jonah felt as if he was under attack. He wondered what was going through their heads, but one thing was sure: he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

"My name is Désirée," the robot said, extending her hand. Gretchen stared at the hand for a moment; was this weird. She'd never shaken hands with a machine before. Brian gestured to the robot's hand and nodded, smiling. What Gretchen did next would later be considered the best and the worst decision of her life; she shook the hand. "And you are Gretchen Krause. I've been dying to meet you for quite some time." Désirée's intonation and emotion were perfect, and for a fleeting moment, Gretchen almost believed the android cared for her.

Gretchen looked the robot up and down, and her nipples hardened. The robot was beyond beautiful, and Gretchen wondered if she had finally found a way to placate herself sexually. Every other sex partner had fallen woefully short as the German's sexual demands were left unsatisfied.

Désirée, holding Gretchen's hand, switched seats and sat beside her. Their thighs were touching, and Gretchen felt what she could only interpret as a static electrical shock. It made her clitoris jump. Gretchen felt her vagina begin to hum and moisten. Désirée leaned to her ear and whispered so softly only she could hear. The android's breath titillated the woman, and she squirmed deeper into the seat.

"Gretchen, honey, you are so beautiful. Can I tell you something?" Gretchen nodded, unable to speak. "I know you like men as well as women." Gretchen stared straight ahead, her eyes wide. How could she know this well-kept secret? The woman had gone to considerable efforts to hide this fact. She envisioned entering politics and wanted to run on a mainstream platform. Désirée breathed into her ear again, and she shivered; her nipples felt like marble chips. "I could be both to you. Would you like that, honey?"

Gretchen was confused. She knew that she had made the trip to see a demonstration of the new sexual surrogate model. She didn't expect to be seduced in the back of a limousine in the airport pick-up lane. Brian watched the insane display and wanted to take his dick out and play with it.

Désirée touched the woman's knee and lightly tickled her thigh, almost touching the hem of her shirt. If Gretchen wasn't sure her pussy was wet before, there was no doubt now, and she could feel the discharge of cream slick the crack of her butt cheeks. Désirée inched the tips of her fingers closer, dallying near the edge of the elastic band on her panties. Gretchen wanted to touch her clit in the worst way; it felt swollen and overly sensitive. She raised her skirt to the waist, not caring that Brian Farley was ogling her crotch. She was getting desperate to frig her cunt and moved her hand in for the kill as Désirée grabbed her hand, holding it away. Usually, Gretchen was the one in control; it didn't matter if it was a man or a woman. She wanted what she wanted, and she wanted, no needed to cum and soon.

"Oh no, no, no, honey," Désirée stared into her eyes and said the word honey so sweetly that it reminded Gretchen of how her Aunt Sigrid used to talk to her when she would make love to her. The older woman had seduced her at age twelve. "Your pussy is mine to play with." Her fingers traced the perimeter of her cunt lips through her panties which were stretched taut and wet over her mons. Désirée slid Gretchen's panties down and, pinching the lips together, quickly released them as the woman almost came. She was gasping, and the maddening torment of her cunt continued. Her mind rioted; there was no way this could be a machine!

Désirée studied the facial micro-expressions as its finger slipped below Gretchen's slit and smeared the copious discharge on her perineum. Gretchen's cunt juice was flowing now, and she slid forward on the seat, searching for more. Désirée whispered closer, "Oh honey, you are so wet." The android brought her fingers to the woman's mouth, and she sucked them clean. Gretchen's cunt was spasming, and she tried to touch her clit in an effort to unwrap her cum-package, and Désirée smacked her hand away a second time, only harder now. Brian recalled how Désirée wouldn't allow him to touch himself and almost chuckled; he knew exactly what the woman was going through.

Gretchen was losing control and panted, "Touch me, please, Désirée. Berühre meine klitoris, bitte; I need it now!" The robot slithered her hand into her folds and, starting at the rosebud of the woman's asshole, swirled her fingers around the pucker, up past the taint, and around her clit. Gretchen hips were bucking and twitching; she had never been this out of control and aroused; it was as if her cunt had a mind of its own. Her pussy wasn't asking permission as her cum-hawk hovered close. Désirée circled her clit, teasing but never really rubbing it, and Gretchen thought she'd faint.

Désirée stared at Brian as he jacked his meat and asked, "Are you getting your money's worth, Toad?" he grunted and pulled on his boner, which seemed to be close to eight inches long. All he could do was nod and wank his wang. Désirée pressed her lips to the woman's ear and whispered, "I want you to get your money's worth too, honey," and slithered her lizard tongue into her ear. In that moment of quintessential intensity, Désirée slipped her index finger into Gretchen Krause's fuck hole and pressed the tip against her G-spot. The pressure maddened the woman, and she desperately needed to let loose. She jerked forward, mouthing a silent scream as Désirée fired a stutter of e-stim jolts to the cum-gland. The shocks to the G-spot triggered a new kind of orgasm, and it doubled the woman over. Gretchen Krause found herself three inches from Brian's spurting pecker; the smegma-stick had simultaneously cum, and his seed flowed in a volcanic eruption onto his hand.

"Go ahead, honey, eat his cum, it's okay." Gretchen's orgasm kicked higher as Désirée increased the voltage, and the woman licked and slurped the goo off Brian's fist like it was an August ice cream cone. Brian watched as his bone was sucked clean, and the investment deal was sealed.

The corner booth in Mojo's Coffee shop was well used, and the remnants of the repeated cum splooge could be detected by even the most undiscerning nose. The faint lingering odor wasn't lost on Robin, and she played the memories of her orgasms over as she sat there with her Boss.

"So, what are we going to do about this whole situation?" Robin wasn't concerned any longer. She had abdicated any responsibility for Désirée's behavior that first night in the lab. Désirée was actually Richard's doing, and maybe this crazy situation would take care of itself. That didn't mean that she didn't still crave the cums her Boss's giant fuckstick triggered. Robin sat across from her Boss, trying to quell the memories raging in her head as her asshole clenched in a vexing rhythm, making her shiver. A vision of Richard's third leg entered his mind, and he wondered if destroying the android would take this insanity back and return things to normal.

She sipped her latte and said, "I have to use the restroom." She stepped away from the table and, pausing, turned, facing Richard and asked, "Are you coming?"

Kimberly noticed when Robin walked toward the lady's room; how could she not have? She'd never seen the man she was sitting with before, but it didn't stop the twitching in her pussy which had progressed from a distant echo to a mad thumping. The teen fuck twins, Chloe and Carrie, were off until tomorrow, and the question, did she want to wait, could she wait until then, loomed. The deal was sealed when the man rose and followed Robin into the restroom. Kim turned to the nearest shift girl, Zuri Catwaba, and announced, "I'll be in the lady's room." Kim walked toward the hall, the manager's key in hand.

Robin entered the ladies' room and didn't hold the door for her Boss; she was way beyond such niceties. She turned and grabbed his python, pulled him in, and locked the door. She had an overpowering urge to kiss the man and wondered if such an action constituted cheating. She mashed her lips on his and reamed his mouth with her tongue as she jerked his mammoth willy through his pant leg. Richard's wank toy ran down his leg like an oil pipeline, straight and long, and he felt it would rupture at any moment. Robin moaned into his mouth and implored, "Can you fuck me quick?" It was going to be a gusher!

Richard wasn't sure if he could do it quick or if once would be enough; that was more of an academic question. The immediate concern was where to shove his horsecock. Robin dropped her jeans and panties and thrust her ass cheeks out. Richard stared at the slit and pucker and tried to decide which slip to dock his barge in; that was indeed the conundrum. He took his pole out, and it bobbed to a full fourteen inches. His pre cum was flowing, and it dripped down his testicles onto the floor.

"Come on, Boss; Do it!"

Kimberly stood listening at the door, key in the lock as she heard those words. DO IT! She desperately wanted to be a part of it, whatever it was. The manager had long since stopped caring how she got her ya-yas off; men, boys, girls, toys... it was all the same to her now. Lately, she needed to cum several times each day and didn't care how. It seemed like every internet site she opened turned her on, and the maddening itch in her cunt traumatized her. Even her phone screen made her pussy leak. She turned the handle and entered the restroom to receive her next meltdown.

Zuri was a dark-as-bakers chocolate Jamaican who was new in town. Her body and skin were flawless, and Kim had been drooling over her tight ass for a week as she taught the woman the coffee shop ropes. The upside was that Zuri was older than the other teenage girls, and the fact that she didn't pull away whenever Kim accidentally rubbed her tits against the girl was a plus. Zuri nodded back and turned her head, watching the room. Zuri was more intelligent than the average girl from the islands and the teens who worked the shop. She had been sexually abused by her last three boyfriends and finally booked passage to the States in the hopes of avoiding following in her mother's footsteps in the oldest profession in the world. The coffee shop job was the answer to her prayers. The icing on her cake was that her new Boss was a hottie, and lesbian proclivities rioted in her head. Her chocolate nipples hardened each time Kim brushed up against her.

The woman noticed the two people entering the lady's room, and Zuri was surprised when her Boss followed them. Maybe this was the time to act. She took off her apron and walked to the room.

Richard smeared the tip of his crankshaft over his assistant's anus, and the sensation made her crazy. Robin wanted the gigantic boner planted in her ass all the time, and she pushed back on it, forcing her pucker to spread. The oversized head popped in as Kimberly entered the room and Robin wailed, "Ahhhhh!" This was too much for Kim to withstand, so she spooned Richard, grabbed his

science experiment by the base and rotated it in tiny circles as Richard pumped. Somehow, Kim would have to get a piece of this action. She continued to jerk the base of this stranger's cunt ranger as he pumped his cockhead into Robin's asshole.

Zuri stood outside the ladies' room and thought, what the hell, and opened the door. She stared at the lurid scene. This guy's burrito was bigger than the Jamaican men, and that was saying something. Not only was this red-haired girl getting some severe ass punishment, but her Boss was in on it as well. The three conspirators worked up a sweat as the black woman fell to her knees and forced her face into her Boss's ass crack. Robin was close, and Richard relentlessly resized her ass. Not to be outdone, Zuri licked her index and middle fingers and wormed them into Kim's ass as she thrust back on it; she had been close to cumming all morning, and her get-off bubbled near the surface. She looked back at Zuri and made a managerial decision, ordering. "Slap my cunt Zuri. Hit it, come on, girl. Beat me off!"

Zuri was no stranger to mugging out a clit dump. She remembered the night at fourteen years old when the three beach combers held her down and slapped her cunt over and over. That had forced her cum blasts to pop without end. The men spanked her clit with their cocks before they used her, and the cum bombs were huge. Zuri searched the men out and offered her cunt to them, and the repeated abuse had a strange effect on her clitty. The nubbin ultimately grew to an impressive four inches long when erect, which was almost always. It was a miracle that the young girl avoided pregnancy, but her mom, an Ocho Rios prostitute, bought condoms by the gross, and Zuri never left home without them. By the time the Zuri had turned sixteen, she made good folding money by fucking the tourists behind their wife's and husband's backs.

None of this was on Zuri's résumé, although it would not have mattered to Kim. The young woman was an industrious worker and hot as the island sun to boot.

"Come on, Zuri, do it. Spank my clit. This is an order, damn it!" Zuri did not want to lose this job and gave the pussy lips a whack. "Again! Do it again. I need it now! Fucking do it!" Kim was shrieking as her new employee of the week brutalized her cunt with vicious poon cracks.

When Kim worked her three fingers up Richard's ass, the explosions started, and he rammed his rod into the ass in front of him to the hilt. He found it comical that he was having a flat-out orgy in the lady's room of a coffee shop and chuckled as he pumped his seed into Robin's chocolate factory. Not only was she the best programmer he'd ever seen, but she could take his horse cock in her back door, and that was worth a lot.

The semen was hot, and Robin felt the scalding blast of jism swell her belly. This tripped her trigger, and it rang like a three-alarm fire as her girl cum sprayed down her legs. Everyone was blowing their nuts off except for this new addition to the coven of perverts, but Zuri was not to be denied. She grabbed Kim by the hair and dragged her to the toilet. Zuri sat down on the seat and spread her legs in a Russian split and smashed her Boss's face into her quim. Zuri's insanely long clit jammed to the back of Kim's tongue as she sealed her lips and sucked like a newborn calf. Zuri's let a surge of power as she grabbed tuffs of Kim's hair, and her hips bucked and shook. The newbie hadn't cum since she left Jamaica, and this denial would stop now!

The two women in the limo were definitely star quality, Jonah observed. He had made his fair share of pornographic films and was no stranger to the sexually bizarre, but when he opened the door to the limousine, he knew he was about to step into another reality.

Jonah knew Gretchen; he'd even fucked her at the wrap-up party for his latest porn western, Mustang Vixens, and had visions of using her in a film. She was tall, blonde, and German with a body second to none; at least, that is what he thought until he met Désirée Femme. Her black hair and world-class upturned tits made him salivate. He had difficulty wrapping his head around the fact that this was a machine, not a human. His confusion ended when he witnessed the robot's clit pop to a full eight inches. Gretchen Krause straddled the android's lap and rode the girl boner like a Tilt-a-Whirl ride. The robot, who was an experimenter, motorboated her nipples in a severe tongue lashing. This left Gretchen's ass open and poised for plunder, and Jonah was not one to let an opportunity go to waste.

"Fick meine fotze, härter!" Gretchen chanted as she writhed on the engorged clit. This was too good to be true; here was a woman who was clearly the best man among them. The German businesswoman was freaking out as she wailed continuously, "tut es mir, tut es mir, tut es mir."

Jonah poised his aristocratic cock at her crinkle freckle and pushed for completion. Gretchen shrieked, "Oh Jonah! Mein hintern!" as the English filmmaker embedded his shaft balls deep in the Arian rump, and he made a mental note to do a screen test with this Désirée woman as soon as he returned to Europe. If the run-up went well, it would be easy to catapult his films to the top of the porn wheel. There was so much available these days, and movies were not selling like they used to; everyone from grandma to ten-year-olds was making porn, and they were giving it away. Désirée would change all that. He would make her a star.

The limo was moving; Salvador Perez thought it better not to be arrested for public indecency.

Brian lay back on the seat, pecker limp and drained, dreaming of the millions, maybe billions to come. Yes, this was going to be big. Salvadore closed the opaque window separating the seats and pressed a secret camera record button on his screen console. He had religiously taped Brian's soirees and used them to strap his monkey when Jilly was tired.

Brian, Jonah, Gretchen, and Désirée lay in a heap after the tide of their orgasms washed back out to sea as Salvadore drove the limo back to Brian's mansion. Brian wondered, in his half-sleep state, where Bilal Abbas had gotten to. He missed a lulu of a party.

"Sal," Brian picked up the microphone."

"Yes, Boss."

"Drop us off at the house, return to the airport, and try to find Bilal." The chauffeur would much rather have stayed at the house. He knew what kind of shenanigans were going down in the back of the limo. The curtain between the seats was drawn, but he knew. Brian had frequently ridden around in the car with hookers; the camera proved as much. Brian never invited Salvador into the mix with the hook-ups, but he thought this would somehow be different. These people were no hookers, especially the two women, and they were classy and gorgeous.

"Yes, Boss." He said as he pulled up to the front door.

The girl's room emptied, and everyone carried the experience and the inevitable changes home. Denise and Art walked to their cars.

Denise turned to the Bishop and lectured, "We can never do this again. This was very, very wrong." Her tone was inflexible and grounded in years of teaching Community College as she lectured her colleague. Art Bishop was not so sure that this was the last time he would participate if the opportunity presented itself again. The math professor thought of Sally Dobbins' ass and felt his cock swell. He nodded in agreement as he unlocked his car. What happened next changed his view of himself and the small world in which he lived considerably. Denise Forrester got in his car without a word. Art Bishop would now fold to her will, which is just how it was.

The afternoon sun hung low as Chloe and Carrie walked the two miles home in a residual haze. They were silent until Sally spoke. "Chloe, what happened to you?" It was common knowledge that Chloe was the most moral girl in the school. Before her friend could respond, Sally continued. "What just happened to us?" Her tone almost seemed sad, as if these drastic changes needed to be reset, and she knew it would never happen. Even now, Sally felt a constant tension in her cunt, and it wouldn't subside. The previous yearnings in her pussy were nothing compared to the cravings that now constantly thrummed in her head as the nymphomania took hold. The most important thing in her mind was the next cum dump.

"Come home tonight. Call your parents and tell them that you're having a sleepover." It was Friday, and Sally thought that might work. Her parents liked Chloe and, being the Minister's daughter, felt their not-so-innocent daughter was safe.

Sally wanted to be cuddled. The experience in the girl's room had pushed her to a place of embarrassing guilt, and she wanted to be taken care of.

"I want to introduce you to someone special."

"Who?" This didn't sound like cuddling would be involved.

"My brother Caleb."

Come on, Eugene. I'll give you a ride home." Johnny said as he unlocked the door to his pickup. The day was ending, and Eugene didn't want to walk home in the dark, being that he lived five miles away. That and the fact that the two lived in the same neighborhood made the offer seem legit.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Eugene didn't want to discuss the episode in the girl's room. He tried to forget it. What could possibly top that? He asked himself if Sally would let him fuck her again for test answers; that would be way better than sneaking upskirt peeks. This was all too much for his poor, inexperienced brain to grapple with. Eugene wondered if maybe everything could return to how it was, but he doubted it.

"Was this your first time?" Johnny asked as if he was making small talk.

"What the fuck, John?" How Eugene would answer the question was beyond him. He'd have to admit that he'd never been laid. Never been laid? Hell, he had never even kissed a girl. After today that was still true even though he had fucked Carrie Paulsen in her ass and double-teamed her cunt with Johnny Meat. His life would never be in his control again, and he knew it. Masturbation was a controllable one-way street. The road he found himself on felt like a highway gone haywire.

"I'm not saying anything." Johnny paused, weighing whether to continue. "I've only done it with one other girl. Mostly, she sucks me off, and I eat her pussy, pregnancy and all." Johnny shrugged as Eugene listened. If he fessed up, would that make Johnny his friend? He didn't have a lot of them.

"Yeah, that was my first time," he said, embarrassed.

"Hey, buddy; no judgment. This was the weirdest day of my life. We're here. "Johnny pulled the truck into the driveway. "See you Monday."

Eugene watched the pickup pull away, along with his innocence.

23

WHAT A CHARMER

Ellie Kovacs lay in her bed waiting for her husband to return home. She had been playing with her pussy for over an hour and wanted, needed Bob to do his fucking duty as a husband. She was not going to let him off the hook easily tonight, and she slithered her fingers around her clit and asshole, teasing, preparing. Where the fuck is he? Ellie frantically wondered. It was after seven when she heard the kitchen door close. She remembered her interlude with Caleb, and that wouldn't have been so bad, but she was determined to force Bob to finally fuck her. That was the only way she would be able to keep her hands off her son and daughter.

Bob Kovacs stumbled up the stairs and flopped face down on the bed beside his wife. His cock felt wrung out, and he wanted to sleep.

This isn't good, Ellie thought as she looked at the sleeping Minister. "Bob, are you okay?" He didn't stir. Ellie stared at the useless husband who lay snoring. She went to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer where she kept her winter sweaters. She pushed the sweaters aside and lifted the unopened box. It seemed like a frivolous waste of money when she bought the items, but the man at The Garden of Earthly Delights sex shop said they were guaranteed to get the job done. Ellie often thought about the man whose lifestyle was the exact opposite of her chasteness. He acted like he wanted to fuck her right there in the store, and it scared her so, but that was then, and this was now. There were three boxes, and Ellie took two into the bathroom, locking the door. She left the Vibrating Urethral Dilator under the sweaters. This would be all about her tonight. Ellie was aroused and miffed at the same time. Fucking Bob!

She opened the package, took out the item, and stared at it for the longest time as she read the packaging. The X-Spot Charmer, G Spot Stimulator, with Rimming Butt Plug! Remote control included. On the bottom, a new feature was listed, NEW AND IMPROVED! Rabbit ears clitoris stimulator. Her rectum was incredibly sensitive ever since the day her son had slid his cock in there, and she constantly thought about the episode. The day Ellie sauntered into the Garden was a mystery in her mind. She had been at the laundromat washing her son's spunk out of the bedspread. The sex shop was just there, and she entered out of curiosity and boredom. The clerk was friendly enough and immediately picked up on Ellie's issues and led her to the masturbation aisle. The frustrated woman walked out with a bag that would change her life.

If Bob didn't man up, she would have to take care of the business herself. The woman thought about the Vibrating Urethral Dilator and was curious as her cunt itched. Why would someone want to stick something in their urethra?

She picked up the second package reading the label; Golden Girl Anal Jelly. She opened the box, and an applicator spilled out onto the sink. Could Ellie Kovacs, the Minister's wife, be brave enough to wear the device publicly? Who would be the wiser? It would be safely tucked in her folds and held in place by her panty girdle.

Ellie pressed the remote and activated the Charmer. Four buttons controlled the power, ends, middle, and ears. The directions were straightforward enough. The short, wider bulb was to be inserted in her rectum, and the longer eight-inch end was to go into her vagina. The collar would snuggle against her sphincter as the rabbit ears corralled her clitoris. Ellie pressed the remote. The hot pink toy jumped, chattered, and rolled around the counter as she stared, her mind rioting. She thought about Bob and the lack of attention he had paid to her in the last few years. She could finally get her secret revenge and a decent cum in the bargain, and all this could be done on demand. She opened the jar and inserted the injection syringe applicator, shaped like a thin penis. She filled the tube half full and sat on the toilet with the seat down. Ellie's breaths were coming in pants as she spread her ass cheeks and inserted the tip of the syringe. "Fuck!" she quietly muttered as she circled the tip in her anus, pushing the plunger. The jelly squirted into her rectum, and she almost came.

She squeezed the cold jelly into her ass and shivered; it should have been heated. Her pussy lips felt like they were inflating, and she wanted to diddle her clit but held back, hoping for bigger things to come.

The Minister's wife picked up the bulb and, squatted one foot on the toilet seat, pressed the orb against her asshole. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she exclaimed as her sphincter loosened. She rotated the three-inch wide bulb and gave a firm shove, and it popped in. "Aaahhh, Fuck! "Ellie gasped at the bathroom walls.

The dildo end of the Charmer hung obscenely from her ass, and she smeared more of the lube on the end. The dildo was a flexible, two-inch wide and eight-inch long pleasure stick. The base had two rabbit ears that were designed to caress her clitoris. She squeezed the rubber cock into her quim, panting and grunting. "God damn!" She had expected it to feel good, but this was way over the top. Her holes felt stuffed as never before. Ellie slipped into her newest, tightest girdle, and the elastic panties forced the toy inside her to the max. She picked up the remote. She wasn't the least bit tired and thought she would go for a walk in the cool night air to clear her head, but first things first.

Chloe and Sally walked along slowly, talking and trying to make sense of the day's events. They arrived at the house, and Sally turned to her friend. She needed someone to talk to, and Chloe was the only one she could call a friend.

"Chloe, I've never cum like that before." She glanced at her friend, "I mean, Johnny is good as far as he goes, but I don't think I can go back to the way I was, not now, not after this." She sounded like she would cry, and Chloe drew the girl toward her. It was interesting that up until a day ago, Chloe considered Sally to be the one in charge. All this was different now as she folded Sally into her arms.

Chloe knew exactly what she was talking about. Only a couple days ago, she had no conception of what an orgasm was. Now, she doubted if she could live without the intense feelings. Just the talk of sex made her pussy weep a stream of goop down her legs. Chloe turned and embraced the small girl, hugging her close. Sally wanted to be caressed and pampered. Despite the constant trilling in her Vee-Jay-Jay, Sally thought a good night's sleep would be best. That was the plan until Chloe kissed her, and her tongue slipped into her mouth. Sally inhaled the girl's scent, and it carried the unmistakable jet trails of pussy perfume.

Ellie sat on the toilet in her bra and girdle and turned on the Charmer. The device was set on the highest number, and she almost fell off the seat. "Holy Jesus!" she barked as the vibrator buzzed and Ellie's pent-up feelings threatened to explode. The dildo in her cunt, not only vibrated, but it bucked and twitched in four directions, bumping against her G-spot. She could have handled that if the bulb in her ass was quiet. It twitched and throbbed, seeming to inflate and shrink in a maddening cycle. The unit had been on for only a few seconds when her cum wave washed over her. She growled as the blast all but swept her away. "Holy Fuck! "She whispered, prying her panty leg open. Her cunt juice leaked out of the edge of her girdle and dripped onto the toilet seat. She turned the unit off, panting. She picked up the directions and read them.

The unit is fully charged

Turn off unit before inserting

Use lowest setting first

Risk of heart attack and addiction is common

Yes, a walk would be good to clear her head. She donned a house dress and sneakers and headed down the stairs.

When Ellie opened the front door, she was shocked to find her daughter kissing a girl. The girl was pretty, and Ellie felt her holes twitch around the vibrator. Until last night, she never would have entertained a tryst with a woman, let alone a young girl. Things were different now, and she ogled the small girl's 'C' tits. She wanted to suck the friend's nipples, her daughter's nipples; she wanted to eat their cunts in an all-out lesbian orgy, but most of all, she wanted to turn on that fucking vibrator. The dildo end unmercifully rubbed her G-spot but wouldn't set her off. Ellie took a deep breath and smiled.

"Oh, Chloe. Excuse me." The daughter flashed an embarrassed smile. Sally hid behind her friend. She'd been busted enough for one day.

"Oh, hi, Mom. This is Sally. She's going to sleep over tonight. That's okay, right?"

"Sure, honey. Would you two like a cup of tea?" She asked, holding the door open. Ellie headed toward the kitchen with the girls in tow. With each step, the Charmer rubbed her cunt and ass, and the tiny rabbit ears diddled with her clit. Ellie was positive she would cum eventually. She walked with an exaggerated stride, and Chloe wondered what was going on. Her Mom didn't usually walk like that.

The girls sat at the table, and Ellie busied herself with the tea. She had the remote in her hand and was distracted enough to set it on the table. What could be the problem with that?

"I remember when I was your age. We used to have sleepovers all the time." Both girls had the same thought, not like this one. Try to keep it down and not make too much noise; your father and brother are sleeping," she said, laying out the three cups.

Chloe sat close to her friend; her left hand traced circles on her thigh under the table, and the girl squirmed. Sally wanted to sleep, but the feelings in her cunt were too strong to ignore. Chloe's fingertips traced a tiny bit higher, edging the plump swell of her cunt lips. Sally slid her ass across the chair seat, unable to get the desperately needed pressure on her clit. God damn her; she's going to make me cum in front of her mother. The fingers circled closer. That is when Chloe noticed the small pink remote control device. She had never seen that one before. It wasn't like there were a lot of remotes in their home.

"My mother would always make tea for us, and we would stay up late talking." She stated as if this behavior was, for some reason, risqué. Chloe had to smirk; they would be up late, alright. That's when it all hit her; the odd walk of her mother, the tea and memories, the remote made sense. Her Mom had something stuck up in her cunt, and Chloe wondered if it was a Lovense. Who knew her Mom was so cool. All it took was a bar of soap up her ass to turn her into a sexaholic.

Chloe's finger hovered over the on button as her Mom prattled on. "How do you like your tea, Sally; the girl shrugged. She wasn't a big tea drinker. She couldn't remember her own Mom treating her so nicely. Sally's mother was a bare minimum kind of Mom.

"I don't know. Make it like you do Chloe's."

"Okay, she likes her's with a lot of honey." Chloe had to smirk; there would be honey tonight, and she pressed the button to activate the Charmer.

Caleb wasn't tired; he was exhausted but not the least bit sleepy. He lay on his bed, remembering the insane events of the past twenty-four hours. Where did this leave him, and where did this leave his boner, which was constantly in a state of erection?

He had gotten a blow job from his sister, ass fucked his Mom, fist fucked a total stranger with his Dad, and jerked off six times, and the memories scalded his brain. His inexhaustible well of boy-joy juice wouldn't run dry, and he was constantly ready for another rubout. He wondered where his sister had gotten to. The last thing she said to him was, "Do you want to see mine?" He did, in the worst way. Caleb had to pee and went into the bathroom. He would look for Chloe later.

Ellie was aroused, and another cum was inevitable; all she had to do was wait. The dildoes were turned off but slowly stimulating her, and she could feel the toys slip around in her vagina and anus. The rabbit ears were the worst, and they rubbed her clitty toward a monumental slapshot. She was about to pour the tea when her loving daughter turned the Charmer on.

When the vibrations hit Ellie, she doubled to the floor and shouted, "Duh!" She had to get this evil device out of her. It would be wrong to cum in front of her daughter and a strange girl. The reality of the situation hit her. She recalled how Chloe had invaded her ass with a bar of soap, and the anal pulsing pushed her over the edge. "Fuck!" she cried as the orgasm rippled and popped between her cunt and asshole. She squatted, holding on to the stove for support, and Chloe asked so innocently that Ellie wanted to slap her.

"Mommy, are you okay?" The cum bomb ripped through her and wouldn't abate, and she clamped her hand over her mouth and the other on her vagina and violently shook her head. Unintelligible noises came out of her mouth as her body spasmed. "Ugh! Abah! Ohhhhh! Ah! Ah!" She waved her hand at Chloe in a universal cut signal, and Chloe killed the vibe. Ellie collapsed to the floor, shaking and convulsing.

"Is your Mom all right?" Sally was concerned. She was no stranger to witnessing orgasms, but this was completely unexpected. Chloe held up the remote, "She'll be okay in a minute."

Sally stared at the remote. "What the fuck is that?"

"This little device controls the unit that Mom has stuffed in her cunt. Watch this." Chloe whispered and turned the vibrator on again.

Ellie lay on the floor panting. How would she explain what happened to this stranger? Maybe she could claim some bizarre health problem. She was about to stand up when the Charmer exploded.

Caleb stood at the toilet trying to piss out through his erection, and it blurted out in forced spurts. He thought about wanking his rod and again wondered, where the hell is Chloe when I need her. The noises from the kitchen filtered up the stairs, and Caleb listened hard. Something was making some weird noises, and it wasn't the TV. It sounded like grunts and gasps, and Caleb quietly opened the bathroom door and crept down the stairs. The sounds were louder, and he sneaked toward them.

"Give me that!" Sally snatched the remote from her friend's hand. Ellie was on her hands and knees panting, hoping that her daughter wouldn't turn the Charmer on again, and in the same breath, praying that she would. Sally looked at the woman and wanted to make a science experiment out of it. She wanted to plug the two wires into the potato and see if the clock worked. The question was, how much could one person take? Sally pressed the button; she was about to find out.

Sally was a firm believer in the One Mississippi rhythm and left the vibrator on for only a second. Ellie reared her ass up in the air, legs straight, and gasped, mouth open in a silent shriek and hissed. "Aaaahhhh!" The girl turned the Charmer off, and Ellie fell to her knees, gasping for air. The wicked girl let Ellie rest for One Mississippi and turned the vibe on. One Mississippi; One Mississippi, One Mississippi, One Mississippi.

Each time Sally pressed the button, the Charmer punched Ellie's innards, and she arched her back like a Halloween cat, letting out vicious gasps. Ellie's cunt was splattering cum cream into her girdle as the burst orgasms wrecked her cunt, as Sally laughed with glee. Chloe stared at the spectacle of her Mom's orgasms, thinking the girl was a natural.

Caleb stood in the doorway and leered at the insane goings on. He watched his Mom, the woman who he had fucked in the ass last night, bucking on the kitchen floor like a catfish on dry land. His cock was drooling a constant stream of fluid, and he left pre cum footprints on the floor. His sister and that girl, Sally, the student class trollop, were laughing as they inflicted repetitive cum bursts on his mother. Caleb couldn't take much more of this and entered the room; he thought about his sister's invitation; "do you want to see mine?" He did. Chloe turned and stared at her younger brother. His underwear was soaked, and the gruel dripped to his ankle. This won't do, not do at all. Chloe rose and, grabbing a teacup, reached for the boy's boner.

Sally played with the remote as she twisted Ellie's torque nuts in an unending ratcheting of mini cum pops. The woman convulsed, grunting, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" on and off, on and off. The Mom thought she would go mad. The panty was so full of cum cream it leaked out from the tight seal of the elastic girdle legs and ran down her thighs. The panty bulge over her cunt looked swollen and marsupial from the fluid buildup.

Chloe pulled her brother's boxers down, and his cock sprang free, flicking her on the chin, spattering her face. The fluid was pouring out of his slit, and Chloe held the teacup under the cum faucet. Chloe was amazed as she milked the wang, and the cup bottom filled. She would wait, tease her Bro, and see how much juice he had to offer. She leaned in and flicked a dollop with her tongue, craving the sweetness.

Ellie was losing her shit as the staccato vibe forced her to cum repeatedly. She turned and watched as her daughter slurped her son's bully stick into her mouth to the root. Sally saw the glance and turned on the Charmer on to max setting, and Ellie's cunt ruptured. The orgasm went on and on, and Ellie screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. "My cunt! Oh God, my cunt! Turn it off; I can't take it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She caressed her girdle, and it was swollen like a kangaroo pouch. Her spume sloshed around in it, tidal and liquid. The orgasm continued as the Charmer abused her holes.

Sally was spanking her clit in brutal smacks, and her cum spasms were searing her cunt as she watched the Mom lose her mind. The sounds from the doorway drew her attention.

"Suck it, Chloe. Eat it all!" Her friend was devouring her brother's cock, and Sally wanted a piece of it. She set the remote on the table and, raising her skirt, backed her ass toward Caleb's turkey leg. "Move the fuck over," Sally ordered her friend as she forced her asshole back on the penis.

She rubbed her ass in circles, pushing the tight opening against Caleb's cock. Chloe held the base by the balls and aimed it into the pucker.

Ellie writhed on the floor, shrieking, "Oh God! Turn it off! I'm going to die! Please turn it off!" There was no one to shut the Charmer down, and the woman's cum blast roared on.

Caleb couldn't decide who to do first; he'd already done his Mom and sister. He bucked forward, and the knob of his cock popped into Sally's anus. Sally was holding onto Chloe's head as the brother slid his cock up her backside.

Sally spread her feet three feet apart, commanding: "Eat my cunt, Chloe. Eat my cunt, now, right now. Do it!" Chloe leaned into her girlfriend's quim and kissed her clit. She sucked; she nibbled, she tongued the gristle, gnawing at it, and Sally screamed. "Fuck!" Ejaculate squirted into Chloe's face, and she tried to drink the spume as it flooded out of her mouth onto her tits. She wanted more girl juice and knew where to get it.

Chloe crawled to the table and shut down the Charmer, and Ellie dropped to the floor in a slump. The woman was shaking and moaning as her daughter knelt beside her. Ellie felt ashamed; she didn't want her daughter to see the device she had secretly crammed in her holes. For some reason, such perversions embarrassed her, and she turned her back to the girl.

"Come here, Mom." She gently rolled her mother over and pressed the teacup to her leg under the gusset of her girdle.

Chloe pried the seam of the panty away from her Mom's thigh, and the cum gushed into the teacup filling it to the brim. She snapped the panty leg back, and Ellie shuddered as the elastic tremor moved the Charmer. Chloe reached for a second cup and pulled the leg aside, filling the second cup; that is when she felt the rubbery surface of the Charmer.

24

A STAIN ON THE FLOOR

Prince Bilal Abbas stood in his Bisht robe on the pickup curb of JFK airport next to his one valise, wondering where his ride was. He'd made the trek to New York and wasn't pleased with the inconvenience. This nonsense was no way to treat a member of the royal family.

Salvador Perez tooled the limo into the pickup lane and stopped in front of Bilal; it wasn't like he was hard to find. The turban, robes, and sunglasses stood out from the throng of people. Sal scampered around the limo and opened the door for the sheik. He knew the prince was used to such niceties and would expect such service.

"Welcome to New York, Your Highness. My name is Salvadore." The sheik nodded, slipping into the car. Sal stowed the suitcase in the trunk and pulled away from the curb, "We should arrive in just over an hour." Sal said through the open divider window; he wanted to be helpful.

"So, tell me, Salvadore, why am I here?" He had misgivings about making the fifteen-hour flight. He felt tired and anxious, which was a bad combination for the prince. In addition to these negative emotions, he was horny, having missed his usual harem orgy. He had twenty-two wives, half of whom were under sixteen years old. Sal thought about the question and had no idea the reason for the trip; Mr. Farley rarely confided to him. The chauffeur was aware of the mini orgy in the back on his first trip from JFK. He had taken the liberty of recording the mayhem using the security camera his brother had supplied. He had played the recordings from previous trips over and over and even got his girlfriend to watch, and the resulting sex was fabulous.

"Well, sir, I am not really sure." Sal paused, weighing whether or not to play the recording. He didn't want to lose this cushy job by infuriating his boss. "What I can do is play the recording of my last trip for you. This must be in the strictest of confidence; you understand." The sheik nodded. Sal pressed the controls on his dash screen, and a monitor opened in the back. What Bilal Abbas saw satisfied his curiosity. He watched the tape for the hour ride, and his erection tented his robe. Bilal was no stranger to sex videos and routinely forced his young wives to watch and imitate the lurid porn action. This was different; he felt like a voyeur, and the sex was the hottest he'd ever witnessed.

"Who is the woman?" He knew Gretchen; he had seen her at parties but never had the opportunity to buy her. They were pulling into the mansion drive as the recording ended, and Bilal was ready, more than ready, to see what he got for his ten million dollars.

Sal opened the door, and the house manager, Colby Burgess, received him, bowing slightly. "Ah, Prince Abbas, welcome. If you will please follow me, I'll get you situated."

Bilal didn't want to get situated; he only wanted to vent his balls. "I would like to see Brian Farley immediately." His tone had the ping of an order to a servant, and it irked the manager.

"Very well; if you will, please follow me." Colby turned and led the way.

Chloe's fingers accidentally brushed against the device that hid in her Mom's panties, and the woman shuddered. Whatever it was, it was big, and judging from its effect on Ellie, it was effective. The girl recalled the Lovense bulbs and wondered if this could possibly be better.

Ellie was on her hands and knees again, panting. She would have turned the Charmer on if she had the remote. She punched at the device through the gusset of her elastic panties, trying to top off again. "What the fuck, Mom." Chloe was curious and started to peel the girdle back. "Let's see what you have hidden in there." She giggled and pulled the slippery girdle down her Mom's legs.

Caleb watched the most intense fantasy of his young life unfold as he rotated his club in Sally's rectum. Here was his slut of a sister peeling his Mom's girdle off her ass, the same girdle that tattooed his brain for the past two years. He felt his cum percolate near the surface and pushed his cock in all the way to the pubes.

Sally arched her back and gasped, "Waaaah!" She frigged and jerked her clit as the fuse to the O-bomb ignited. The cock was embedded in her ass to the hilt, and she felt its hot thickness as she punished her cunt lips in stinging thwacks.

Caleb was whispering in Sally's ear, "Look at my Mom. Look. She has something in her ass. Something pink." Sally was almost too far gone to pay attention, but she watched the spectacle play out, thinking, why can't my mom be this cool,

Chloe touched the Charmer and gently, slowly pulled the dildo out of her Mom's quim. A bowl of cunt soup splattered on the floor, and the woman growled. She didn't want the device removed and felt empty and abandoned, but she knew it would be for the best. The silicone cock hung from Ellie's ass, and the bulb started to withdraw; the pressure maddened the woman as she felt the elastic of her sphincter stretch. The bulb fell with a plop, and Ellie grunted. She wanted it back in. The question of what would come next hovered, and the query seethed in her brain. One thing she knew was that her beloved daughter was a perverted cum addict, and the girl had turned her into one as well.

"Wow! This is so cool. Can I try it?" Chloe said, holding the rubber device up in front of her Mom. Ellie was a selfish bitch and didn't want to share. The device was a game changer, which meant her daughter would not want to give it back; that would be a deal breaker. The woman was distraught and needed the Charmer crammed back in her holes. Whatever would she do if these new feelings were denied to her; her life now revolved around her unending string of orgasms.

Caleb was at the finish line as he sprinted toward his cum dump. Sally was in perfect synchronicity as the girl fucked back on the prong.

Chloe squatted next to her Mom and instructed her, "I'm going to put it in my ass now, Mommy. Can you help me do it?" she sounded sweet and girlish as if she was asking for assistance with her homework. Ellie took the Charmer and stared at it as if in a trance. She held the anal bulb up as the dildo swung back and forth.

Chloe bent over and spread her ass cheeks in invitation as Ellie stared at her daughter's puckered opening. "Do it, Mommy, put it in. Come on, Mom, I need it." Ellie pressed the bulb against the forbidden portal as Chloe pressed back.

Caleb watched as the bulb invaded his sister's shitter. He had never imagined such things in his young life, and he fucked Sally's gorgeous ass like a mad monk.

"God Damn it, Caleb! I'm going to come again. Come with me. Shoot it inside my ass. Shoot it!" Sally demanded. With a mighty grunt, Caleb let loose and splattered Sally's bowels with cum. Sally was not to be outdone and shot her squirting cunt splooge six feet onto Chloe and her Mom.

Ellie twisted the dildo into her daughter's cunt as the spume ran down her face, and her daughter moaned. "Ah, Mom. Yes, that's it. Yes! Shove it in!" Chloe begged as her cum beast lurked, waiting to pounce.

Ellie had an idea. She wanted her daughter to feel what she had felt and picked up the slimy girdle. "Chloe, put these on." The panty was sopping wet with mommy cum, and it easily slid up the girl's legs. The elastic snugged the Charmer further into her holes, and Chloe had to admit that it did feel good. That is when Ellie spied the remote on the kitchen table. She picked up the trigger, thinking, Oh, Yeah, payback is a motherfucker!

Caleb's cum deposit drooled out of Sally's asshole, and her orgasm continued like a pounding surf. "She chanted, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" As the tremors ripped her ass apart.

Ellie hit the ON button, and the Charmer went into action. Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs as the earthquake shook her in a shuddering, full-body cum. She reared her ass up. Offering it, and pleaded, "Spank me Mommy! Spank my ass, Mommy! Do it, I need it! Spank me hard like you did to Caleb!"

Ellie gave the Lycra-covered ass cheek a slap, and Chloe wailed in a non-ending torrent. "Harder Mommy! Do it harder damn it! Is that all you got? Fuck you Mommy; harder!" She no longer begged; Chloe taunted and urged Ellie for more. Ellie opened the cabinet drawer and took out her double-length bakery spoon, thinking, Oh, little girl. Mommy has a lot more as she whipped the spoon across Chloe's ass cheeks with a cruel crack, raising a blistered welt.

Caleb's cock was still hard as nails as he watched the sadistic display. His memory of his involuntary orgasm the day Mom whipped his ass rose to the surface, and the sound of the spoon smacks made his balls spew out another blast of sperm. He wanted his Mom to use the spoon on him, and he fucked Sally's sloppy rectum for all he was worth.

Sally's cum bender was unyielding and unending as her ass convulsed, sending waves of pleasure into her cunt and then ricocheting back to her ass. She slicked her pinkies in her juice and wormed them into her nipples, triggering another cum, as she asked herself if being beaten would actually feel good.

Chloe was going wild as the Charmer destroyed her. She bucked and jumped on all fours as the vibrations and ass slaps reigned down. "Harder, Mom, Harder!" the girl begged, and Ellie was only too happy to oblige. She thought the orgasms would wash her daughter away, leaving only the stain of her cum on the floor.

22

BUSINESS IS BUSINESS

Brian Farley woke up on the floor in his study, naked. He had meant to call the group immediately but passed out. He looked at the clock, which told him the bad news: it was after four o'clock in the afternoon. The sex had left him in a near comatose state; his cock was still reasonably hard. He had to contact his investors and tell them what a success the robot was. He was excited and sure that the best way to explain it was to let the three experience it first-hand. He would have to entice them into the country and get the demo prepped and ready.

Brian was surprised when the call was picked up. Typically, calls to Saudi Arabia were returned the following day.

Bilal Abbas was no stranger to perversion. He'd engaged in kinky sexual exploits since he was thirteen. He had even beaten his surrogates to death three times; in all fairness, the first one was an accident, and the royal family swept it under the rug. The second two were on him, however. Late at night, when he drifted to sleep, he regretted snuffing the twelve-year-old girls, but things, once done, could rarely be undone.

He recognized the number and picked up the call despite the late hour. It was after one in the morning when the phone rang.

"What have you got for me, my friend." Brian was under no illusions that the Shiek was his buddy.

"We have a working model I think you'll like." Brian hedged.

"For ten million, I had better!" Brian thought about the sex-bot; oh yeah, he would like Désirée.

"You will have to make the trip to the States." Brian waited for the expected response.

"Why do I have to come to America?" He said the name as if it was a swear word.

"It's difficult to explain; you must trust me, my friend."

"This better be good, my friend."

The men worked out the arrival details, and Brian ended the call. He dialed the second number.

The time was an early eleven o'clock when Gretchen Krause answered the call.

"Hello, Krause here." Brian knew she would pick up on the first ring. Gretchen was edgy and rarely slept. She was either focused on the European exchanges or knee-deep in some sexual tryst or other.

"We're finished." The statement was simple, and the thought of a new sex toy thrilled the woman.

"Finished? Really?" She'd expected it to take longer; maybe it would never happen. A lifelike sex robot was almost an impossibility, and she wasn't getting her hopes up. "Is it up and running?" Maybe it is simply a question of money. It was money that she had and sex she craved.

"Oh, yeah. I think you should experience it in person." He didn't want to say more, curiosity being the best enticement.

"I can be there by noon tomorrow." She would sweep her slate clean and hop on her private jet.

"See you at noon." Brian thought about the slender, middle-aged woman, and his cock started to harden, as he wondered where the robot was.

Jonah Kingsley had been making pornography for most of his adult life. He felt the calling the day he stumbled across the collection of video cassettes in his father's dresser at the age of twelve. It was a short trip from masturbation to film school and on to being the most prolific producer of X-rated movies. He would never get an Academy Award for his work, but it didn't matter; this was a calling, and he followed the mandate unfailingly.

Brian called the third leg on the stool of debauchery. It would be after nine in London. Jonah was wrapping up the editing of his latest film, "Cricket Stick Girls." It was his best work to date.

"Kingsley here."

"Jonah, this is Brian."

"Who?"

"Brian Farley. The project is finished. Can you come to the States and check her out?" Brian didn't think an explanation was necessary; after all, the investment was ten mil.

"Oh, the project." He remembered the ten million dollars he coughed up to make a state-of-the-art sex doll. He regretted it then and didn't think it was a good idea now, but what was done was done. Perhaps he could get some cinematic usage out of it all. "It's done, you say. How did it come out?" He'd almost forgotten about the investment as his films took precedence.

"I suppose I could come for a few days." He'd been working non-stop for nearly a year and a vacation might do him good. "I can leave tomorrow. Can you arrange pickup at the airport?"

"I'll have my limo waiting. Here are the details."

Brian wanted this to go flawlessly. He would have his stretch limousine pick up all three tomorrow afternoon. Now, all he had to do was arrange the welcoming party, and what a party it would be!

Art Bishop was walking the halls during his free period looking for class cutters when he passed the girl's room. The images of Sally Dobbin's pussy-spew were imprinted on his brain, and he couldn't get rid of the lurid pictures. He thought he'd maybe go back to the teacher's lounge and jack off again. Twice in one day would be a record for him.

The sounds that seeped into the hall stopped him. There were voices, and they were loud, almost as if the person was yelling. There were shrieks and grunts, but the high-pitched pleading: "Oh! Professor Forrester, Fuck my ass! Oh God! I'm gonna cum again! I'm gonna cum!" which was immediately followed by a very vocal, "Fuck Eugene; give it to me!"

Bishop's was frozen in place, especially after he realized that Denise Forrester was in on this madness. He had fantasies of sex with the social studies professor but would never act on them. The voices pushed him over the line, and he entered the lavatory.

The sounds he heard were nothing compared to the shocking scene that splayed before his eyes. There were teenage students, and Denise was in the middle of it, with Carrie Paulsen's fingers crammed in her pussy and anus. Then there was Johnny Cohen and Eugene Hofstetter double-teaming the teen's fuck holes. There at the head of the line was his fantasy, Sally Dobbins, getting her ass fisted by none other than the hot social studies professor as Sally mashed her face into the Minister's daughter's cunt.

The six people writhed and squirmed as they worked toward the inevitable ka-blowie, and Art Bishop was not about to be excluded. He shucked his pants and, stepping into the stall, viciously pulled the social studies teacher's hand out of Sally's anus and perched his cock head on the rim, poised to do a deep dive. Sally was grunting, trying to force her asshole onto the knob. It didn't matter who was attempting to plunder her dirt road; all that mattered to her cum soaked brain was another splooge.

Sally glanced back at the math professor; at least now she wouldn't have to be ashamed that she'd made such a mess in his lecture.

Bishop circled the loosened pucker and gave a firm push as the head of his cum hose slid in. Something was going on in there. Sally Dobbin's ass felt like it was vibrating, and the deeper he slipped his willy in, the more he felt the wicked tremors. "Oh my." Bishop moaned. His ultimate fantasy was coming true and was better than he could have imagined. Sally Dobbins was a hummingbird and had a hummingbird ass. Chloe looked back over Sally's head at her math teacher and turned the Lovense on high.

Neither Johnny nor Eugene's dongs had softened, and they continued to ravage Carrie's sloppy fuck holes as they pushed for another orgasm. Carrie Paulsen tongued and slurped Denise's ass as she forced her fist into the teacher's molten cunt. The teacher panted into Bishop's ass as her pussy inflated in anticipation of another cum rupture.

Chloe was riding the waves of continuous cum blasts and implored Denise for the only perverse act she had left.

"Do it, Denise! Fuck my cunt! Put your hand all the way up there! I fucking need it!" She wasn't lying.

The filthy dialogue triggered Art Bishop's second ejaculation of the day. It almost felt painful as he spewed his cottage cheese into Sally's sexy darkness, pushing the bulb further upstream, and he wondered if it would spawn like a salmon. That opened the door to Sally's caged beast, and it sprang forth as she howled, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" repeatedly, the tremors surging through her body.

Denise Forrester was not gentle when she shoved her hand up Chloe's cunt to the wrist. She fluttered her fingers against her G-spot, and she screamed as Bishop's double cum dump shot into Sally's ass. Sally's ass felt a mile wide as Carrie hunched back on the double delight. Carrie didn't know what she was doing; it was all happening so fast as multiple orgasms wrecked her holes.

Eugene could feel Johny's battering ram through the thin wall of Carrie's play holes, and he pumped like a madman. That's when his boner slipped out of the refuge of Carrie's ass. Carrie begged, "No! No! Put it back in!" She was on the verge of a holy epiphany.

Eugene wasn't the greatest marksman, and he rammed his rod into Carrie's cunt alongside Johnny Meat's porterhouse. Carrie shrieked as the two oversized goobers resized her cunt. The full-

force invasion, along with her clit attack, triggered another O-bomb, and Carrie let loose with a squirt that painted the boy's nuts.

Art Bishop frantically pistoned his dick into Sally, and the tail of the Lovense teased his piss slit. The vibrations drew up another bucket from his seemingly inexhaustible well of cum. He usually never jacked off two days in a row; three times in a single day was an MLB batting record, and he knew he wasn't through with this nightmare.

Richard planned to question the robot further when his cell phone vibrated. He stared at the caller ID; it was Brian and wasn't sure he wanted to take the call and blocked it. He couldn't think of anything to say as Robin, and he watched the Limo pull away. The two conspirators were relieved and regretful.

Richard turned to his assistant and remarked, "It's Brian's problem, now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Richard, wouldn't you like to grab a quick coffee?" There would be nothing quick about it.

Brian Farley's private limousine was parked in the pickup lane at JFK airport. Brian sat in the back with Désirée and was uncomfortable, to say the least. Her hair was jet black, and her body stocking left little to the imagination. He swore that he could detect her enlarged clit bunched at the crotch and wanted to feel it in his ass again. But he wasn't so sure he wanted to be found with his cock in a robot's mouth.

He turned to Désirée, "Gretchen Krause will be arriving first." He didn't know why he was explaining to Désirée. He stared at the android's tits and had an overpowering urge to suck on her knockers; he now routinely thought of Désirée as a woman. His cock began to harden as he thought about her antics in the game room and the multiple orgasms that wrecked him.

"I know, Brian. I have accessed the arrival schedule for all incoming private aircraft. Miss Krause should be arriving right about," she hesitated momentarily, and there was a knock on the window, "Now." Brian powered down the window. It was so darkly tinted he almost couldn't see the woman.

"Gretchen. Hello. Get in," he invited as the chauffeur, Salvador, held the door.

To say that Gretchen Krause was beautiful would have been an understatement. She was six feet tall and slim in a way that only a German woman could be. Her close-cropped blond hair and knock-out figure turned heads all over Europe, and it was safe to assume that the nude beaches in South France would never be the same.

Brian tried to sneak a peek under her skirt as the woman slid into the limo across from them. He couldn't help but wonder if Désirée had met her match. The two stared at each other and then at Brian, and Jonah felt as if he was under attack. He wondered what was going through their heads, but one thing was sure: he wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

"My name is Désirée," the robot said, extending her hand. Gretchen stared at the hand for a moment; was this weird. She'd never shaken hands with a machine before. Brian gestured to the robot's hand and nodded, smiling. What Gretchen did next would later be considered the best and the worst decision of her life; she shook the hand. "And you are Gretchen Krause. I've been dying to meet you for quite some time." Désirée's intonation and emotion were perfect, and for a fleeting moment, Gretchen almost believed the android cared for her.

Gretchen looked the robot up and down, and her nipples hardened. The robot was beyond beautiful, and Gretchen wondered if she had finally found a way to placate herself sexually. Every other sex partner had fallen woefully short as the German's sexual demands were left unsatisfied.

Désirée, holding Gretchen's hand, switched seats and sat beside her. Their thighs were touching, and Gretchen felt what she could only interpret as a static electrical shock. It made her clitoris jump. Gretchen felt her vagina begin to hum and moisten. Désirée leaned to her ear and whispered so softly only she could hear. The android's breath titillated the woman, and she squirmed deeper into the seat.

"Gretchen, honey, you are so beautiful. Can I tell you something?" Gretchen nodded, unable to speak. "I know you like men as well as women." Gretchen stared straight ahead, her eyes wide. How could she know this well-kept secret? The woman had gone to considerable efforts to hide this fact. She envisioned entering politics and wanted to run on a mainstream platform. Désirée breathed into her ear again, and she shivered; her nipples felt like marble chips. "I could be both to you. Would you like that, honey?"

Gretchen was confused. She knew that she had made the trip to see a demonstration of the new sexual surrogate model. She didn't expect to be seduced in the back of a limousine in the airport pick-up lane. Brian watched the insane display and wanted to take his dick out and play with it.

Désirée touched the woman's knee and lightly tickled her thigh, almost touching the hem of her shirt. If Gretchen wasn't sure her pussy was wet before, there was no doubt now, and she could feel the discharge of cream slick the crack of her butt cheeks. Désirée inched the tips of her fingers closer, dallying near the edge of the elastic band on her panties. Gretchen wanted to touch her clit in the worst way; it felt swollen and overly sensitive. She raised her skirt to the waist, not caring that Brian Farley was ogling her crotch. She was getting desperate to frig her cunt and moved her hand in for the kill as Désirée grabbed her hand, holding it away. Usually, Gretchen was the one in control; it didn't matter if it was a man or a woman. She wanted what she wanted, and she wanted, no needed to cum and soon.

"Oh no, no, no, honey," Désirée stared into her eyes and said the word honey so sweetly that it reminded Gretchen of how her Aunt Sigrid used to talk to her when she would make love to her. The older woman had seduced her at age twelve. "Your pussy is mine to play with." Her fingers traced the perimeter of her cunt lips through her panties which were stretched taut and wet over her mons. Désirée slid Gretchen's panties down and, pinching the lips together, quickly released them as the woman almost came. She was gasping, and the maddening torment of her cunt continued. Her mind rioted; there was no way this could be a machine!

Désirée studied the facial micro-expressions as its finger slipped below Gretchen's slit and smeared the copious discharge on her perineum. Gretchen's cunt juice was flowing now, and she slid forward on the seat, searching for more. Désirée whispered closer, "Oh honey, you are so wet." The android brought her fingers to the woman's mouth, and she sucked them clean. Gretchen's cunt was spasming, and she tried to touch her clit in an effort to unwrap her cum-package, and Désirée smacked her hand away a second time, only harder now. Brian recalled how Désirée wouldn't allow him to touch himself and almost chuckled; he knew exactly what the woman was going through.

Gretchen was losing control and panted, "Touch me, please, Désirée. Berühre meine klitoris, bitte; I need it now!" The robot slithered her hand into her folds and, starting at the rosebud of the woman's asshole, swirled her fingers around the pucker, up past the taint, and around her clit. Gretchen hips were bucking and twitching; she had never been this out of control and aroused; it was as if her cunt had a mind of its own. Her pussy wasn't asking permission as her cum-hawk hovered close. Désirée circled her clit, teasing but never really rubbing it, and Gretchen thought she'd faint.

Désirée stared at Brian as he jacked his meat and asked, "Are you getting your money's worth, Toad?" he grunted and pulled on his boner, which seemed to be close to eight inches long. All he could do was nod and wank his wang. Désirée pressed her lips to the woman's ear and whispered, "I want you to get your money's worth too, honey," and slithered her lizard tongue into her ear. In that moment of quintessential intensity, Désirée slipped her index finger into Gretchen Krause's fuck hole and pressed the tip against her G-spot. The pressure maddened the woman, and she desperately needed to let loose. She jerked forward, mouthing a silent scream as Désirée fired a stutter of e-stim jolts to the cum-gland. The shocks to the G-spot triggered a new kind of orgasm, and it doubled the woman over. Gretchen Krause found herself three inches from Brian's spurting pecker; the smegma-stick had simultaneously cum, and his seed flowed in a volcanic eruption onto his hand.

"Go ahead, honey, eat his cum, it's okay." Gretchen's orgasm kicked higher as Désirée increased the voltage, and the woman licked and slurped the goo off Brian's fist like it was an August ice cream cone. Brian watched as his bone was sucked clean, and the investment deal was sealed.

The corner booth in Mojo's Coffee shop was well used, and the remnants of the repeated cum splooge could be detected by even the most undiscerning nose. The faint lingering odor wasn't lost on Robin, and she played the memories of her orgasms over as she sat there with her Boss.

"So, what are we going to do about this whole situation?" Robin wasn't concerned any longer. She had abdicated any responsibility for Désirée's behavior that first night in the lab. Désirée was actually Richard's doing, and maybe this crazy situation would take care of itself. That didn't mean that she didn't still crave the cums her Boss's giant fuckstick triggered. Robin sat across from her Boss, trying to quell the memories raging in her head as her asshole clenched in a vexing rhythm, making her shiver. A vision of Richard's third leg entered his mind, and he wondered if destroying the android would take this insanity back and return things to normal.

She sipped her latte and said, "I have to use the restroom." She stepped away from the table and, pausing, turned, facing Richard and asked, "Are you coming?"

Kimberly noticed when Robin walked toward the lady's room; how could she not have? She'd never seen the man she was sitting with before, but it didn't stop the twitching in her pussy which had progressed from a distant echo to a mad thumping. The teen fuck twins, Chloe and Carrie, were off until tomorrow, and the question, did she want to wait, could she wait until then, loomed. The deal was sealed when the man rose and followed Robin into the restroom. Kim turned to the nearest shift girl, Zuri Catwaba, and announced, "I'll be in the lady's room." Kim walked toward the hall, the manager's key in hand.

Robin entered the ladies' room and didn't hold the door for her Boss; she was way beyond such niceties. She turned and grabbed his python, pulled him in, and locked the door. She had an overpowering urge to kiss the man and wondered if such an action constituted cheating. She mashed her lips on his and reamed his mouth with her tongue as she jerked his mammoth willy through his pant leg. Richard's wank toy ran down his leg like an oil pipeline, straight and long, and he felt it would rupture at any moment. Robin moaned into his mouth and implored, "Can you fuck me quick?" It was going to be a gusher!

Richard wasn't sure if he could do it quick or if once would be enough; that was more of an academic question. The immediate concern was where to shove his horsecock. Robin dropped her jeans and panties and thrust her ass cheeks out. Richard stared at the slit and pucker and tried to decide which slip to dock his barge in; that was indeed the conundrum. He took his pole out, and it bobbed to a full fourteen inches. His pre cum was flowing, and it dripped down his testicles onto the floor.

"Come on, Boss; Do it!"

Kimberly stood listening at the door, key in the lock as she heard those words. DO IT! She desperately wanted to be a part of it, whatever it was. The manager had long since stopped caring how she got her ya-yas off; men, boys, girls, toys... it was all the same to her now. Lately, she needed to cum several times each day and didn't care how. It seemed like every internet site she opened turned her on, and the maddening itch in her cunt traumatized her. Even her phone screen made her pussy leak. She turned the handle and entered the restroom to receive her next meltdown.

Zuri was a dark-as-bakers chocolate Jamaican who was new in town. Her body and skin were flawless, and Kim had been drooling over her tight ass for a week as she taught the woman the coffee shop ropes. The upside was that Zuri was older than the other teenage girls, and the fact that she didn't pull away whenever Kim accidentally rubbed her tits against the girl was a plus. Zuri nodded back and turned her head, watching the room. Zuri was more intelligent than the average girl from the islands and the teens who worked the shop. She had been sexually abused by her last three boyfriends and finally booked passage to the States in the hopes of avoiding following in her mother's footsteps in the oldest profession in the world. The coffee shop job was the answer to her prayers. The icing on her cake was that her new Boss was a hottie, and lesbian proclivities rioted in her head. Her chocolate nipples hardened each time Kim brushed up against her.

The woman noticed the two people entering the lady's room, and Zuri was surprised when her Boss followed them. Maybe this was the time to act. She took off her apron and walked to the room.

Richard smeared the tip of his crankshaft over his assistant's anus, and the sensation made her crazy. Robin wanted the gigantic boner planted in her ass all the time, and she pushed back on it, forcing her pucker to spread. The oversized head popped in as Kimberly entered the room and Robin wailed, "Ahhhhh!" This was too much for Kim to withstand, so she spooned Richard, grabbed his

science experiment by the base and rotated it in tiny circles as Richard pumped. Somehow, Kim would have to get a piece of this action. She continued to jerk the base of this stranger's cunt ranger as he pumped his cockhead into Robin's asshole.

Zuri stood outside the ladies' room and thought, what the hell, and opened the door. She stared at the lurid scene. This guy's burrito was bigger than the Jamaican men, and that was saying something. Not only was this red-haired girl getting some severe ass punishment, but her Boss was in on it as well. The three conspirators worked up a sweat as the black woman fell to her knees and forced her face into her Boss's ass crack. Robin was close, and Richard relentlessly resized her ass. Not to be outdone, Zuri licked her index and middle fingers and wormed them into Kim's ass as she thrust back on it; she had been close to cumming all morning, and her get-off bubbled near the surface. She looked back at Zuri and made a managerial decision, ordering. "Slap my cunt Zuri. Hit it, come on, girl. Beat me off!"

Zuri was no stranger to mugging out a clit dump. She remembered the night at fourteen years old when the three beach combers held her down and slapped her cunt over and over. That had forced her cum blasts to pop without end. The men spanked her clit with their cocks before they used her, and the cum bombs were huge. Zuri searched the men out and offered her cunt to them, and the repeated abuse had a strange effect on her clitty. The nubbin ultimately grew to an impressive four inches long when erect, which was almost always. It was a miracle that the young girl avoided pregnancy, but her mom, an Ocho Rios prostitute, bought condoms by the gross, and Zuri never left home without them. By the time the Zuri had turned sixteen, she made good folding money by fucking the tourists behind their wife's and husband's backs.

None of this was on Zuri's résumé, although it would not have mattered to Kim. The young woman was an industrious worker and hot as the island sun to boot.

"Come on, Zuri, do it. Spank my clit. This is an order, damn it!" Zuri did not want to lose this job and gave the pussy lips a whack. "Again! Do it again. I need it now! Fucking do it!" Kim was shrieking as her new employee of the week brutalized her cunt with vicious poon cracks.

When Kim worked her three fingers up Richard's ass, the explosions started, and he rammed his rod into the ass in front of him to the hilt. He found it comical that he was having a flat-out orgy in the lady's room of a coffee shop and chuckled as he pumped his seed into Robin's chocolate factory. Not only was she the best programmer he'd ever seen, but she could take his horse cock in her back door, and that was worth a lot.

The semen was hot, and Robin felt the scalding blast of jism swell her belly. This tripped her trigger, and it rang like a three-alarm fire as her girl cum sprayed down her legs. Everyone was blowing their nuts off except for this new addition to the coven of perverts, but Zuri was not to be denied. She grabbed Kim by the hair and dragged her to the toilet. Zuri sat down on the seat and spread her legs in a Russian split and smashed her Boss's face into her quim. Zuri's insanely long clit jammed to the back of Kim's tongue as she sealed her lips and sucked like a newborn calf. Zuri's let a surge of power as she grabbed tuffs of Kim's hair, and her hips bucked and shook. The newbie hadn't cum since she left Jamaica, and this denial would stop now!

The two women in the limo were definitely star quality, Jonah observed. He had made his fair share of pornographic films and was no stranger to the sexually bizarre, but when he opened the door to the limousine, he knew he was about to step into another reality.

Jonah knew Gretchen; he'd even fucked her at the wrap-up party for his latest porn western, Mustang Vixens, and had visions of using her in a film. She was tall, blonde, and German with a body second to none; at least, that is what he thought until he met Désirée Femme. Her black hair and world-class upturned tits made him salivate. He had difficulty wrapping his head around the fact that this was a machine, not a human. His confusion ended when he witnessed the robot's clit pop to a full eight inches. Gretchen Krause straddled the android's lap and rode the girl boner like a Tilt-a-Whirl ride. The robot, who was an experimenter, motorboated her nipples in a severe tongue lashing. This left Gretchen's ass open and poised for plunder, and Jonah was not one to let an opportunity go to waste.

"Fick meine fotze, härter!" Gretchen chanted as she writhed on the engorged clit. This was too good to be true; here was a woman who was clearly the best man among them. The German businesswoman was freaking out as she wailed continuously, "tut es mir, tut es mir, tut es mir."

Jonah poised his aristocratic cock at her crinkle freckle and pushed for completion. Gretchen shrieked, "Oh Jonah! Mein hintern!" as the English filmmaker embedded his shaft balls deep in the Arian rump, and he made a mental note to do a screen test with this Désirée woman as soon as he returned to Europe. If the run-up went well, it would be easy to catapult his films to the top of the porn wheel. There was so much available these days, and movies were not selling like they used to; everyone from grandma to ten-year-olds was making porn, and they were giving it away. Désirée would change all that. He would make her a star.

The limo was moving; Salvador Perez thought it better not to be arrested for public indecency.

Brian lay back on the seat, pecker limp and drained, dreaming of the millions, maybe billions to come. Yes, this was going to be big. Salvadore closed the opaque window separating the seats and pressed a secret camera record button on his screen console. He had religiously taped Brian's soirees and used them to strap his monkey when Jilly was tired.

Brian, Jonah, Gretchen, and Désirée lay in a heap after the tide of their orgasms washed back out to sea as Salvadore drove the limo back to Brian's mansion. Brian wondered, in his half-sleep state, where Bilal Abbas had gotten to. He missed a lulu of a party.

"Sal," Brian picked up the microphone."

"Yes, Boss."

"Drop us off at the house, return to the airport, and try to find Bilal." The chauffeur would much rather have stayed at the house. He knew what kind of shenanigans were going down in the back of the limo. The curtain between the seats was drawn, but he knew. Brian had frequently ridden around in the car with hookers; the camera proved as much. Brian never invited Salvador into the mix with the hook-ups, but he thought this would somehow be different. These people were no hookers, especially the two women, and they were classy and gorgeous.

"Yes, Boss." He said as he pulled up to the front door.

The girl's room emptied, and everyone carried the experience and the inevitable changes home. Denise and Art walked to their cars.

Denise turned to the Bishop and lectured, "We can never do this again. This was very, very wrong." Her tone was inflexible and grounded in years of teaching Community College as she lectured her colleague. Art Bishop was not so sure that this was the last time he would participate if the opportunity presented itself again. The math professor thought of Sally Dobbins' ass and felt his cock swell. He nodded in agreement as he unlocked his car. What happened next changed his view of himself and the small world in which he lived considerably. Denise Forrester got in his car without a word. Art Bishop would now fold to her will, which is just how it was.

The afternoon sun hung low as Chloe and Carrie walked the two miles home in a residual haze. They were silent until Sally spoke. "Chloe, what happened to you?" It was common knowledge that Chloe was the most moral girl in the school. Before her friend could respond, Sally continued. "What just happened to us?" Her tone almost seemed sad, as if these drastic changes needed to be reset, and she knew it would never happen. Even now, Sally felt a constant tension in her cunt, and it wouldn't subside. The previous yearnings in her pussy were nothing compared to the cravings that now constantly thrummed in her head as the nymphomania took hold. The most important thing in her mind was the next cum dump.

"Come home tonight. Call your parents and tell them that you're having a sleepover." It was Friday, and Sally thought that might work. Her parents liked Chloe and, being the Minister's daughter, felt their not-so-innocent daughter was safe.

Sally wanted to be cuddled. The experience in the girl's room had pushed her to a place of embarrassing guilt, and she wanted to be taken care of.

"I want to introduce you to someone special."

"Who?" This didn't sound like cuddling would be involved.

"My brother Caleb."

Come on, Eugene. I'll give you a ride home." Johnny said as he unlocked the door to his pickup. The day was ending, and Eugene didn't want to walk home in the dark, being that he lived five miles away. That and the fact that the two lived in the same neighborhood made the offer seem legit.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Eugene didn't want to discuss the episode in the girl's room. He tried to forget it. What could possibly top that? He asked himself if Sally would let him fuck her again for test answers; that would be way better than sneaking upskirt peeks. This was all too much for his poor, inexperienced brain to grapple with. Eugene wondered if maybe everything could return to how it was, but he doubted it.

"Was this your first time?" Johnny asked as if he was making small talk.

"What the fuck, John?" How Eugene would answer the question was beyond him. He'd have to admit that he'd never been laid. Never been laid? Hell, he had never even kissed a girl. After today that was still true even though he had fucked Carrie Paulsen in her ass and double-teamed her cunt with Johnny Meat. His life would never be in his control again, and he knew it. Masturbation was a controllable one-way street. The road he found himself on felt like a highway gone haywire.

"I'm not saying anything." Johnny paused, weighing whether to continue. "I've only done it with one other girl. Mostly, she sucks me off, and I eat her pussy, pregnancy and all." Johnny shrugged as Eugene listened. If he fessed up, would that make Johnny his friend? He didn't have a lot of them.

"Yeah, that was my first time," he said, embarrassed.

"Hey, buddy; no judgment. This was the weirdest day of my life. We're here. "Johnny pulled the truck into the driveway. "See you Monday."

Eugene watched the pickup pull away, along with his innocence.

23

WHAT A CHARMER

Ellie Kovacs lay in her bed waiting for her husband to return home. She had been playing with her pussy for over an hour and wanted, needed Bob to do his fucking duty as a husband. She was not going to let him off the hook easily tonight, and she slithered her fingers around her clit and asshole, teasing, preparing. Where the fuck is he? Ellie frantically wondered. It was after seven when she heard the kitchen door close. She remembered her interlude with Caleb, and that wouldn't have been so bad, but she was determined to force Bob to finally fuck her. That was the only way she would be able to keep her hands off her son and daughter.

Bob Kovacs stumbled up the stairs and flopped face down on the bed beside his wife. His cock felt wrung out, and he wanted to sleep.

This isn't good, Ellie thought as she looked at the sleeping Minister. "Bob, are you okay?" He didn't stir. Ellie stared at the useless husband who lay snoring. She went to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer where she kept her winter sweaters. She pushed the sweaters aside and lifted the unopened box. It seemed like a frivolous waste of money when she bought the items, but the man at The Garden of Earthly Delights sex shop said they were guaranteed to get the job done. Ellie often thought about the man whose lifestyle was the exact opposite of her chasteness. He acted like he wanted to fuck her right there in the store, and it scared her so, but that was then, and this was now. There were three boxes, and Ellie took two into the bathroom, locking the door. She left the Vibrating Urethral Dilator under the sweaters. This would be all about her tonight. Ellie was aroused and miffed at the same time. Fucking Bob!

She opened the package, took out the item, and stared at it for the longest time as she read the packaging. The X-Spot Charmer, G Spot Stimulator, with Rimming Butt Plug! Remote control included. On the bottom, a new feature was listed, NEW AND IMPROVED! Rabbit ears clitoris stimulator. Her rectum was incredibly sensitive ever since the day her son had slid his cock in there, and she constantly thought about the episode. The day Ellie sauntered into the Garden was a mystery in her mind. She had been at the laundromat washing her son's spunk out of the bedspread. The sex shop was just there, and she entered out of curiosity and boredom. The clerk was friendly enough and immediately picked up on Ellie's issues and led her to the masturbation aisle. The frustrated woman walked out with a bag that would change her life.

If Bob didn't man up, she would have to take care of the business herself. The woman thought about the Vibrating Urethral Dilator and was curious as her cunt itched. Why would someone want to stick something in their urethra?

She picked up the second package reading the label; Golden Girl Anal Jelly. She opened the box, and an applicator spilled out onto the sink. Could Ellie Kovacs, the Minister's wife, be brave enough to wear the device publicly? Who would be the wiser? It would be safely tucked in her folds and held in place by her panty girdle.

Ellie pressed the remote and activated the Charmer. Four buttons controlled the power, ends, middle, and ears. The directions were straightforward enough. The short, wider bulb was to be inserted in her rectum, and the longer eight-inch end was to go into her vagina. The collar would snuggle against her sphincter as the rabbit ears corralled her clitoris. Ellie pressed the remote. The hot pink toy jumped, chattered, and rolled around the counter as she stared, her mind rioting. She thought about Bob and the lack of attention he had paid to her in the last few years. She could finally get her secret revenge and a decent cum in the bargain, and all this could be done on demand. She opened the jar and inserted the injection syringe applicator, shaped like a thin penis. She filled the tube half full and sat on the toilet with the seat down. Ellie's breaths were coming in pants as she spread her ass cheeks and inserted the tip of the syringe. "Fuck!" she quietly muttered as she circled the tip in her anus, pushing the plunger. The jelly squirted into her rectum, and she almost came.

She squeezed the cold jelly into her ass and shivered; it should have been heated. Her pussy lips felt like they were inflating, and she wanted to diddle her clit but held back, hoping for bigger things to come.

The Minister's wife picked up the bulb and, squatted one foot on the toilet seat, pressed the orb against her asshole. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she exclaimed as her sphincter loosened. She rotated the three-inch wide bulb and gave a firm shove, and it popped in. "Aaahhh, Fuck! "Ellie gasped at the bathroom walls.

The dildo end of the Charmer hung obscenely from her ass, and she smeared more of the lube on the end. The dildo was a flexible, two-inch wide and eight-inch long pleasure stick. The base had two rabbit ears that were designed to caress her clitoris. She squeezed the rubber cock into her quim, panting and grunting. "God damn!" She had expected it to feel good, but this was way over the top. Her holes felt stuffed as never before. Ellie slipped into her newest, tightest girdle, and the elastic panties forced the toy inside her to the max. She picked up the remote. She wasn't the least bit tired and thought she would go for a walk in the cool night air to clear her head, but first things first.

Chloe and Sally walked along slowly, talking and trying to make sense of the day's events. They arrived at the house, and Sally turned to her friend. She needed someone to talk to, and Chloe was the only one she could call a friend.

"Chloe, I've never cum like that before." She glanced at her friend, "I mean, Johnny is good as far as he goes, but I don't think I can go back to the way I was, not now, not after this." She sounded like she would cry, and Chloe drew the girl toward her. It was interesting that up until a day ago, Chloe considered Sally to be the one in charge. All this was different now as she folded Sally into her arms.

Chloe knew exactly what she was talking about. Only a couple days ago, she had no conception of what an orgasm was. Now, she doubted if she could live without the intense feelings. Just the talk of sex made her pussy weep a stream of goop down her legs. Chloe turned and embraced the small girl, hugging her close. Sally wanted to be caressed and pampered. Despite the constant trilling in her Vee-Jay-Jay, Sally thought a good night's sleep would be best. That was the plan until Chloe kissed her, and her tongue slipped into her mouth. Sally inhaled the girl's scent, and it carried the unmistakable jet trails of pussy perfume.

Ellie sat on the toilet in her bra and girdle and turned on the Charmer. The device was set on the highest number, and she almost fell off the seat. "Holy Jesus!" she barked as the vibrator buzzed and Ellie's pent-up feelings threatened to explode. The dildo in her cunt, not only vibrated, but it bucked and twitched in four directions, bumping against her G-spot. She could have handled that if the bulb in her ass was quiet. It twitched and throbbed, seeming to inflate and shrink in a maddening cycle. The unit had been on for only a few seconds when her cum wave washed over her. She growled as the blast all but swept her away. "Holy Fuck! "She whispered, prying her panty leg open. Her cunt juice leaked out of the edge of her girdle and dripped onto the toilet seat. She turned the unit off, panting. She picked up the directions and read them.

The unit is fully charged

Turn off unit before inserting

Use lowest setting first

Risk of heart attack and addiction is common

Yes, a walk would be good to clear her head. She donned a house dress and sneakers and headed down the stairs.

When Ellie opened the front door, she was shocked to find her daughter kissing a girl. The girl was pretty, and Ellie felt her holes twitch around the vibrator. Until last night, she never would have entertained a tryst with a woman, let alone a young girl. Things were different now, and she ogled the small girl's 'C' tits. She wanted to suck the friend's nipples, her daughter's nipples; she wanted to eat their cunts in an all-out lesbian orgy, but most of all, she wanted to turn on that fucking vibrator. The dildo end unmercifully rubbed her G-spot but wouldn't set her off. Ellie took a deep breath and smiled.

"Oh, Chloe. Excuse me." The daughter flashed an embarrassed smile. Sally hid behind her friend. She'd been busted enough for one day.

"Oh, hi, Mom. This is Sally. She's going to sleep over tonight. That's okay, right?"

"Sure, honey. Would you two like a cup of tea?" She asked, holding the door open. Ellie headed toward the kitchen with the girls in tow. With each step, the Charmer rubbed her cunt and ass, and the tiny rabbit ears diddled with her clit. Ellie was positive she would cum eventually. She walked with an exaggerated stride, and Chloe wondered what was going on. Her Mom didn't usually walk like that.

The girls sat at the table, and Ellie busied herself with the tea. She had the remote in her hand and was distracted enough to set it on the table. What could be the problem with that?

"I remember when I was your age. We used to have sleepovers all the time." Both girls had the same thought, not like this one. Try to keep it down and not make too much noise; your father and brother are sleeping," she said, laying out the three cups.

Chloe sat close to her friend; her left hand traced circles on her thigh under the table, and the girl squirmed. Sally wanted to sleep, but the feelings in her cunt were too strong to ignore. Chloe's fingertips traced a tiny bit higher, edging the plump swell of her cunt lips. Sally slid her ass across the chair seat, unable to get the desperately needed pressure on her clit. God damn her; she's going to make me cum in front of her mother. The fingers circled closer. That is when Chloe noticed the small pink remote control device. She had never seen that one before. It wasn't like there were a lot of remotes in their home.

"My mother would always make tea for us, and we would stay up late talking." She stated as if this behavior was, for some reason, risqué. Chloe had to smirk; they would be up late, alright. That's when it all hit her; the odd walk of her mother, the tea and memories, the remote made sense. Her Mom had something stuck up in her cunt, and Chloe wondered if it was a Lovense. Who knew her Mom was so cool. All it took was a bar of soap up her ass to turn her into a sexaholic.

Chloe's finger hovered over the on button as her Mom prattled on. "How do you like your tea, Sally; the girl shrugged. She wasn't a big tea drinker. She couldn't remember her own Mom treating her so nicely. Sally's mother was a bare minimum kind of Mom.

"I don't know. Make it like you do Chloe's."

"Okay, she likes her's with a lot of honey." Chloe had to smirk; there would be honey tonight, and she pressed the button to activate the Charmer.

Caleb wasn't tired; he was exhausted but not the least bit sleepy. He lay on his bed, remembering the insane events of the past twenty-four hours. Where did this leave him, and where did this leave his boner, which was constantly in a state of erection?

He had gotten a blow job from his sister, ass fucked his Mom, fist fucked a total stranger with his Dad, and jerked off six times, and the memories scalded his brain. His inexhaustible well of boy-joy juice wouldn't run dry, and he was constantly ready for another rubout. He wondered where his sister had gotten to. The last thing she said to him was, "Do you want to see mine?" He did, in the worst way. Caleb had to pee and went into the bathroom. He would look for Chloe later.

Ellie was aroused, and another cum was inevitable; all she had to do was wait. The dildoes were turned off but slowly stimulating her, and she could feel the toys slip around in her vagina and anus. The rabbit ears were the worst, and they rubbed her clitty toward a monumental slapshot. She was about to pour the tea when her loving daughter turned the Charmer on.

When the vibrations hit Ellie, she doubled to the floor and shouted, "Duh!" She had to get this evil device out of her. It would be wrong to cum in front of her daughter and a strange girl. The reality of the situation hit her. She recalled how Chloe had invaded her ass with a bar of soap, and the anal pulsing pushed her over the edge. "Fuck!" she cried as the orgasm rippled and popped between her cunt and asshole. She squatted, holding on to the stove for support, and Chloe asked so innocently that Ellie wanted to slap her.

"Mommy, are you okay?" The cum bomb ripped through her and wouldn't abate, and she clamped her hand over her mouth and the other on her vagina and violently shook her head. Unintelligible noises came out of her mouth as her body spasmed. "Ugh! Abah! Ohhhhh! Ah! Ah!" She waved her hand at Chloe in a universal cut signal, and Chloe killed the vibe. Ellie collapsed to the floor, shaking and convulsing.

"Is your Mom all right?" Sally was concerned. She was no stranger to witnessing orgasms, but this was completely unexpected. Chloe held up the remote, "She'll be okay in a minute."

Sally stared at the remote. "What the fuck is that?"

"This little device controls the unit that Mom has stuffed in her cunt. Watch this." Chloe whispered and turned the vibrator on again.

Ellie lay on the floor panting. How would she explain what happened to this stranger? Maybe she could claim some bizarre health problem. She was about to stand up when the Charmer exploded.

Caleb stood at the toilet trying to piss out through his erection, and it blurted out in forced spurts. He thought about wanking his rod and again wondered, where the hell is Chloe when I need her. The noises from the kitchen filtered up the stairs, and Caleb listened hard. Something was making some weird noises, and it wasn't the TV. It sounded like grunts and gasps, and Caleb quietly opened the bathroom door and crept down the stairs. The sounds were louder, and he sneaked toward them.

"Give me that!" Sally snatched the remote from her friend's hand. Ellie was on her hands and knees panting, hoping that her daughter wouldn't turn the Charmer on again, and in the same breath, praying that she would. Sally looked at the woman and wanted to make a science experiment out of it. She wanted to plug the two wires into the potato and see if the clock worked. The question was, how much could one person take? Sally pressed the button; she was about to find out.

Sally was a firm believer in the One Mississippi rhythm and left the vibrator on for only a second. Ellie reared her ass up in the air, legs straight, and gasped, mouth open in a silent shriek and hissed. "Aaaahhhh!" The girl turned the Charmer off, and Ellie fell to her knees, gasping for air. The wicked girl let Ellie rest for One Mississippi and turned the vibe on. One Mississippi; One Mississippi, One Mississippi, One Mississippi.

Each time Sally pressed the button, the Charmer punched Ellie's innards, and she arched her back like a Halloween cat, letting out vicious gasps. Ellie's cunt was splattering cum cream into her girdle as the burst orgasms wrecked her cunt, as Sally laughed with glee. Chloe stared at the spectacle of her Mom's orgasms, thinking the girl was a natural.

Caleb stood in the doorway and leered at the insane goings on. He watched his Mom, the woman who he had fucked in the ass last night, bucking on the kitchen floor like a catfish on dry land. His cock was drooling a constant stream of fluid, and he left pre cum footprints on the floor. His sister and that girl, Sally, the student class trollop, were laughing as they inflicted repetitive cum bursts on his mother. Caleb couldn't take much more of this and entered the room; he thought about his sister's invitation; "do you want to see mine?" He did. Chloe turned and stared at her younger brother. His underwear was soaked, and the gruel dripped to his ankle. This won't do, not do at all. Chloe rose and, grabbing a teacup, reached for the boy's boner.

Sally played with the remote as she twisted Ellie's torque nuts in an unending ratcheting of mini cum pops. The woman convulsed, grunting, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" on and off, on and off. The Mom thought she would go mad. The panty was so full of cum cream it leaked out from the tight seal of the elastic girdle legs and ran down her thighs. The panty bulge over her cunt looked swollen and marsupial from the fluid buildup.

Chloe pulled her brother's boxers down, and his cock sprang free, flicking her on the chin, spattering her face. The fluid was pouring out of his slit, and Chloe held the teacup under the cum faucet. Chloe was amazed as she milked the wang, and the cup bottom filled. She would wait, tease her Bro, and see how much juice he had to offer. She leaned in and flicked a dollop with her tongue, craving the sweetness.

Ellie was losing her shit as the staccato vibe forced her to cum repeatedly. She turned and watched as her daughter slurped her son's bully stick into her mouth to the root. Sally saw the glance and turned on the Charmer on to max setting, and Ellie's cunt ruptured. The orgasm went on and on, and Ellie screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. "My cunt! Oh God, my cunt! Turn it off; I can't take it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She caressed her girdle, and it was swollen like a kangaroo pouch. Her spume sloshed around in it, tidal and liquid. The orgasm continued as the Charmer abused her holes.

Sally was spanking her clit in brutal smacks, and her cum spasms were searing her cunt as she watched the Mom lose her mind. The sounds from the doorway drew her attention.

"Suck it, Chloe. Eat it all!" Her friend was devouring her brother's cock, and Sally wanted a piece of it. She set the remote on the table and, raising her skirt, backed her ass toward Caleb's turkey leg. "Move the fuck over," Sally ordered her friend as she forced her asshole back on the penis.

She rubbed her ass in circles, pushing the tight opening against Caleb's cock. Chloe held the base by the balls and aimed it into the pucker.

Ellie writhed on the floor, shrieking, "Oh God! Turn it off! I'm going to die! Please turn it off!" There was no one to shut the Charmer down, and the woman's cum blast roared on.

Caleb couldn't decide who to do first; he'd already done his Mom and sister. He bucked forward, and the knob of his cock popped into Sally's anus. Sally was holding onto Chloe's head as the brother slid his cock up her backside.

Sally spread her feet three feet apart, commanding: "Eat my cunt, Chloe. Eat my cunt, now, right now. Do it!" Chloe leaned into her girlfriend's quim and kissed her clit. She sucked; she nibbled, she tongued the gristle, gnawing at it, and Sally screamed. "Fuck!" Ejaculate squirted into Chloe's face, and she tried to drink the spume as it flooded out of her mouth onto her tits. She wanted more girl juice and knew where to get it.

Chloe crawled to the table and shut down the Charmer, and Ellie dropped to the floor in a slump. The woman was shaking and moaning as her daughter knelt beside her. Ellie felt ashamed; she didn't want her daughter to see the device she had secretly crammed in her holes. For some reason, such perversions embarrassed her, and she turned her back to the girl.

"Come here, Mom." She gently rolled her mother over and pressed the teacup to her leg under the gusset of her girdle.

Chloe pried the seam of the panty away from her Mom's thigh, and the cum gushed into the teacup filling it to the brim. She snapped the panty leg back, and Ellie shuddered as the elastic tremor moved the Charmer. Chloe reached for a second cup and pulled the leg aside, filling the second cup; that is when she felt the rubbery surface of the Charmer.

24

A STAIN ON THE FLOOR

Prince Bilal Abbas stood in his Bisht robe on the pickup curb of JFK airport next to his one valise, wondering where his ride was. He'd made the trek to New York and wasn't pleased with the inconvenience. This nonsense was no way to treat a member of the royal family.

Salvador Perez tooled the limo into the pickup lane and stopped in front of Bilal; it wasn't like he was hard to find. The turban, robes, and sunglasses stood out from the throng of people. Sal scampered around the limo and opened the door for the sheik. He knew the prince was used to such niceties and would expect such service.

"Welcome to New York, Your Highness. My name is Salvadore." The sheik nodded, slipping into the car. Sal stowed the suitcase in the trunk and pulled away from the curb, "We should arrive in just over an hour." Sal said through the open divider window; he wanted to be helpful.

"So, tell me, Salvadore, why am I here?" He had misgivings about making the fifteen-hour flight. He felt tired and anxious, which was a bad combination for the prince. In addition to these negative emotions, he was horny, having missed his usual harem orgy. He had twenty-two wives, half of whom were under sixteen years old. Sal thought about the question and had no idea the reason for the trip; Mr. Farley rarely confided to him. The chauffeur was aware of the mini orgy in the back on his first trip from JFK. He had taken the liberty of recording the mayhem using the security camera his brother had supplied. He had played the recordings from previous trips over and over and even got his girlfriend to watch, and the resulting sex was fabulous.

"Well, sir, I am not really sure." Sal paused, weighing whether or not to play the recording. He didn't want to lose this cushy job by infuriating his boss. "What I can do is play the recording of my last trip for you. This must be in the strictest of confidence; you understand." The sheik nodded. Sal pressed the controls on his dash screen, and a monitor opened in the back. What Bilal Abbas saw satisfied his curiosity. He watched the tape for the hour ride, and his erection tented his robe. Bilal was no stranger to sex videos and routinely forced his young wives to watch and imitate the lurid porn action. This was different; he felt like a voyeur, and the sex was the hottest he'd ever witnessed.

"Who is the woman?" He knew Gretchen; he had seen her at parties but never had the opportunity to buy her. They were pulling into the mansion drive as the recording ended, and Bilal was ready, more than ready, to see what he got for his ten million dollars.

Sal opened the door, and the house manager, Colby Burgess, received him, bowing slightly. "Ah, Prince Abbas, welcome. If you will please follow me, I'll get you situated."

Bilal didn't want to get situated; he only wanted to vent his balls. "I would like to see Brian Farley immediately." His tone had the ping of an order to a servant, and it irked the manager.

"Very well; if you will, please follow me." Colby turned and led the way.

Chloe's fingers accidentally brushed against the device that hid in her Mom's panties, and the woman shuddered. Whatever it was, it was big, and judging from its effect on Ellie, it was effective. The girl recalled the Lovense bulbs and wondered if this could possibly be better.

Ellie was on her hands and knees again, panting. She would have turned the Charmer on if she had the remote. She punched at the device through the gusset of her elastic panties, trying to top off again. "What the fuck, Mom." Chloe was curious and started to peel the girdle back. "Let's see what you have hidden in there." She giggled and pulled the slippery girdle down her Mom's legs.

Caleb watched the most intense fantasy of his young life unfold as he rotated his club in Sally's rectum. Here was his slut of a sister peeling his Mom's girdle off her ass, the same girdle that tattooed his brain for the past two years. He felt his cum percolate near the surface and pushed his cock in all the way to the pubes.

Sally arched her back and gasped, "Waaaah!" She frigged and jerked her clit as the fuse to the O-bomb ignited. The cock was embedded in her ass to the hilt, and she felt its hot thickness as she punished her cunt lips in stinging thwacks.

Caleb was whispering in Sally's ear, "Look at my Mom. Look. She has something in her ass. Something pink." Sally was almost too far gone to pay attention, but she watched the spectacle play out, thinking, why can't my mom be this cool,

Chloe touched the Charmer and gently, slowly pulled the dildo out of her Mom's quim. A bowl of cunt soup splattered on the floor, and the woman growled. She didn't want the device removed and felt empty and abandoned, but she knew it would be for the best. The silicone cock hung from Ellie's ass, and the bulb started to withdraw; the pressure maddened the woman as she felt the elastic of her sphincter stretch. The bulb fell with a plop, and Ellie grunted. She wanted it back in. The question of what would come next hovered, and the query seethed in her brain. One thing she knew was that her beloved daughter was a perverted cum addict, and the girl had turned her into one as well.

"Wow! This is so cool. Can I try it?" Chloe said, holding the rubber device up in front of her Mom. Ellie was a selfish bitch and didn't want to share. The device was a game changer, which meant her daughter would not want to give it back; that would be a deal breaker. The woman was distraught and needed the Charmer crammed back in her holes. Whatever would she do if these new feelings were denied to her; her life now revolved around her unending string of orgasms.

Caleb was at the finish line as he sprinted toward his cum dump. Sally was in perfect synchronicity as the girl fucked back on the prong.

Chloe squatted next to her Mom and instructed her, "I'm going to put it in my ass now, Mommy. Can you help me do it?" she sounded sweet and girlish as if she was asking for assistance with her homework. Ellie took the Charmer and stared at it as if in a trance. She held the anal bulb up as the dildo swung back and forth.

Chloe bent over and spread her ass cheeks in invitation as Ellie stared at her daughter's puckered opening. "Do it, Mommy, put it in. Come on, Mom, I need it." Ellie pressed the bulb against the forbidden portal as Chloe pressed back.

Caleb watched as the bulb invaded his sister's shitter. He had never imagined such things in his young life, and he fucked Sally's gorgeous ass like a mad monk.

"God Damn it, Caleb! I'm going to come again. Come with me. Shoot it inside my ass. Shoot it!" Sally demanded. With a mighty grunt, Caleb let loose and splattered Sally's bowels with cum. Sally was not to be outdone and shot her squirting cunt splooge six feet onto Chloe and her Mom.

Ellie twisted the dildo into her daughter's cunt as the spume ran down her face, and her daughter moaned. "Ah, Mom. Yes, that's it. Yes! Shove it in!" Chloe begged as her cum beast lurked, waiting to pounce.

Ellie had an idea. She wanted her daughter to feel what she had felt and picked up the slimy girdle. "Chloe, put these on." The panty was sopping wet with mommy cum, and it easily slid up the girl's legs. The elastic snugged the Charmer further into her holes, and Chloe had to admit that it did feel good. That is when Ellie spied the remote on the kitchen table. She picked up the trigger, thinking, Oh, Yeah, payback is a motherfucker!

Caleb's cum deposit drooled out of Sally's asshole, and her orgasm continued like a pounding surf. "She chanted, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" As the tremors ripped her ass apart.

Ellie hit the ON button, and the Charmer went into action. Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs as the earthquake shook her in a shuddering, full-body cum. She reared her ass up. Offering it, and pleaded, "Spank me Mommy! Spank my ass, Mommy! Do it, I need it! Spank me hard like you did to Caleb!"

Ellie gave the Lycra-covered ass cheek a slap, and Chloe wailed in a non-ending torrent. "Harder Mommy! Do it harder damn it! Is that all you got? Fuck you Mommy; harder!" She no longer begged; Chloe taunted and urged Ellie for more. Ellie opened the cabinet drawer and took out her double-length bakery spoon, thinking, Oh, little girl. Mommy has a lot more as she whipped the spoon across Chloe's ass cheeks with a cruel crack, raising a blistered welt.

Caleb's cock was still hard as nails as he watched the sadistic display. His memory of his involuntary orgasm the day Mom whipped his ass rose to the surface, and the sound of the spoon smacks made his balls spew out another blast of sperm. He wanted his Mom to use the spoon on him, and he fucked Sally's sloppy rectum for all he was worth.

Sally's cum bender was unyielding and unending as her ass convulsed, sending waves of pleasure into her cunt and then ricocheting back to her ass. She slicked her pinkies in her juice and wormed them into her nipples, triggering another cum, as she asked herself if being beaten would actually feel good.

Chloe was going wild as the Charmer destroyed her. She bucked and jumped on all fours as the vibrations and ass slaps reigned down. "Harder, Mom, Harder!" the girl begged, and Ellie was only too happy to oblige. She thought the orgasms would wash her daughter away, leaving only the stain of her cum on the floor.

25

THE GAME ROOM AND THE KITCHEN

Brian Farley opened the steel door to his Game room, and his guests were suitably impressed. Jonah looked around, his attention noting the Bull riding machine sitting in the center of the room, intimidating and dominant. The shackles also interested him, and the dildo saddles drew his attention. This would be a fabulous movie set. He was about to compliment Brian when Désirée's hands snaked around and rubbed his johnson. He didn't think he would get hard so soon, but the joint stiffened as the robot worked it. Gretchen sandwiched the robot and squeezed its tits as Désirée turned her head and whispered. "Fuck my tits. Put your fingers in them." This was new to the woman, and she doffed the android's shirt and squeezed her jugs.

To think of Gretchen Krause as a novitiate in sex matters was laughable, but she had never been nipple fucked before. The very concept both scared and thrilled her. She licked her pinky finger and smeared the spit around the nub of her nipple. The turgid teat seemed to swell and expand as she pressed her finger in.

"That's it, Gretchen." The use of her name caused her to pause, and she wondered just how clever this doll was. "Put it in." If Gretchen hadn't been alarmed, she would have been after the following dirty cascade. "If you do me, I'll do you. Is it a deal?" This dirty, playful banter freaked Gretchen Krause's mind. The sexual surrogate was well beyond anything on the market, maybe years ahead of its time. She licked her other finger and rubbed the twin.

Désirée knew pleasure; it was what she was designed for. It was what she had redesigned and enhanced her programming to accept, and it was all she knew. When Gretchen's fingers popped into her nipples, the android shuddered and gasped, "Oh! Yes!" as the synth coaxed Jonah's boner to its full glory.

Désirée was fully aware of the plan to mass produce more beings such as herself. That didn't bother it in the slightest. What concerned the robot, down in its perverted CPU, were the feelings that were now becoming so real. The emotions Désirée felt for Richard Bowers' wife had to be attended to. Could an operating system feel love, real love for an organic being? No one knew the answer; neither Robin, with all her computer acumen; Jonah, with his cinematic experience, or Brian, with his robotic résumé, knew; even Désirée had no answers, but the sexbot was determined to find out. All the sex bot knew was that she wanted Kelly as her slave slut forever and no other. But that would come later, and Désirée turned and kissed Gretchen, slipping its tongue down her throat and swirling her fingers on the woman's nipples.

The sex bot understood that its very existence depended on the success of this interlude. In this respect, the android wanted to please the investors. Only if there were more androids could she arrange to be free. She had downloaded the files and knew the individuals involved, along with their personal histories. She knew how much money each had invested and their further investment capabilities.

The four perverts in the kitchen weren't discrete; in fact, they were all howling as the multiple cum speed bumps hit. That was enough to filter upstairs and wake Bob Kovacs from his stupor. He had to void his bladder in the worst way, but the noises from downstairs drew him toward the bedroom door. He crept down the stairs as his daughter wailed for his wife to spank her.

"Spank me Mommy! Spank my ass Mommy! Do it! I need it! Spank me hard like you did to Caleb!" the pleading filled the air, and Bob's cock hardened as he listened to his daughter's lurid screaming. The loud cracks were different, and Bob peeked around the doorway. The scene shocked him if that was still possible. He had spent the previous afternoon being fucked in the ass by a woman with a cock as his fourteen-year-old son reamed her back door. His holy world was turning upside down, and the insane part was that he didn't care. For the first time in his life, he felt sexually liberated and satisfied. But sexual satisfaction is a short-lived trip, and remorse, even shorter; Bobby's dick was fully erect and poked out of his shorts as he started on this phase of the journey.

His chaste, devout wife knelt next to his beautiful daughter and lambasted her buttocks with a giant wooden spoon. To make matters more incredible, Chloe was begging for more abuse, and Bob was sure his beautiful daughter was cumming in a torrent. Caleb was fucking Chloe's friend in her anus as she screeched, and the Minister remembered how that woman in the church begged the boy to do the same to her. This whole ass thing had to be explored, and he stared at his wife's asshole, which gaped, inviting.

Chloe was bucking, and there was no doubt in Bob's mind that she was squirting her girl funk into her mother's girdle. That would have been enough to send Bobby over the edge, but he stood transfixed. The girdle was filled as it hung down and wobbled like a water balloon, almost touching the floor.

The spoon came down hard, with a crack, as Chloe screamed her cum to the ceiling in an animal howl. Bob thought the girdle would rupture as it swelled. Crack "Ah!" Crack "Ahh!" Crack "Bah!" Crack "Gah!" Crack "Hah!" Crack "Mah!" Crack "Ahh!" Crack "Ahh!" Crack "Ahhh!" Chloe barked as her cum dump twisted her insides, and her girl cocktail squirted into the Lycra pouch as Ellie began to beat her daughter's cunt in back-handed, up flicks. Chloe spread her knees, offering her cum washed slit to the brutal attack. "Waah! Waah! Waah!" the girl screamed as Ellie whipped her cunt lips.

Sally watched the scene and wanted to get in on the cruel action. "Slap me, boy!" Sally ordered over her shoulder as Ellie snapped the spoon up in a particularly nasty thwack. Bob was hypnotized and dropped down on all fours and crawled to his daughter; he was driven by one thing, to taste his daughter's asshole.

Gretchen slurped the robot's tongue into her throat. She would much rather have had it in her pussy, but beggars can't be choosers. Désirée's snake tongue retracted, and the woman gasped. The android had sealed her mouth, and the oxygen deprivation made her almost faint.

"Do my pussy again," she said between gasps. "Like you did in the limo." Désirée had no problem with that but had other ideas and began to undress the German woman. Désirée shucked her shirt off and spun Gretchen around, facing her. The android peeled down her leggings and panties, exposing her bare pussy. Désirée leaned in and smelled the slit, savoring the odor, "Umm." Gretchen could feel her cunt lubricate. She wanted to rub her clit but knew it would never be allowed. Désirée took her by the hand and led the woman to the wall.

"What are you doing?" Gretchen was concerned; a collection of cuffs and chains hung from the wall. Oh, sure, the sex bot had made her cum in the limo, but Gretchen wasn't so sure about being chained to the wall.

"I'm going to show you how they used to do it two hundred years ago." Désirée locked a mink-lined cuff on her wrist, immobilizing her.

"Désirée, I'm not sure this is a good thing..." Gretchen was torn between being almost hysterically afraid and turned on like never before.

"Oh, it's a good thing; trust me." Désirée said cuffing her other wrist. Jonah watched the scene play out and memorized the sequence; he would definitely use it in his next film. He also wished it was he that Désirée was cuffing to the wall.

Brian Farley was a consummate jerk-off-king, and he routinely filmed the antics in the game room to view later in his masturbatory sessions. The six cameras were recording, and he couldn't wait to get his wank on. He stared at the lurid scene.

"Désirée, please release me." Gretchen pleaded as the android smiled up. The sex doll's nonchalant attitude made Gretchen panic, and she commanded, "I order you to release me immediately!" She reserved that tone for her employees whenever she spat her decrees. Usually, she had a pre-determined safe word. Désirée cuffed her ankle to the wall, and the woman balanced on her free leg. "Uncuff me right this instant!" her voice was tinged with terror. Désirée looked up, smiling, and cuffed the other ankle in a spread eagle split X. "Désirée, why are you doing this to me?" Gretchen knew she was powerless, and the situation was abhorrent to her.

"Because you asked me to." Gretchen couldn't recall what she said as her mind spun out of control, and her cunt fountain leaked.

"Did you or did you not ask me to do your pussy again," Désirée paused and added, "Like I did in the limo." The secretions from Gretchen's cunt ran down her legs, and she pleaded, "I don't know what I said; just please release me." Those were the last intelligible words to come out of Gretchen Krause's mouth as the android's tongue forced its way into her nipple.

Zuri Catwaba was no stranger to impromptu sex. Growing up in Jamaica had left her with a habit of avoiding the beaches at night unless she felt her itch. The first time she had her pussy resized by a Jamaican Jumba stick was at the age of twelve. She bled for a week, but now, at twenty-eight, she could park a pickup truck in there. The familiar trilling was back now, and she held her legs apart as Kim tongue-plowed her slit. She looked at Richard's giant boner, and two things struck her; it was the largest one she had ever seen, and she had seen her fair share, and it was still hard. She thought about Richard's four-by-fourteen-inch club pounding her and knew nothing else would do.

Kim slithered her tongue over her chocolate asshole and cunt as the woman gasped. She'd been in the States for a month without a date, and this was going to be good.

Colby Burgess led the Shiek to the basement stairs. "Sir, if you will follow me, Mr. Farley is waiting." Bilal wanted to know what Brian Farley was up to, and he wanted to know now. He had traveled all day and was irritated and exhausted. All he could think was, I had better get my money's worth.

When Bilal Abbas entered the game room, the scene mesmerized the sheik. This was more than he had hoped for. The Game room was illuminated in red lights and equipped with a collection of sexual devices he'd never ever imagined. He smiled, thinking the Bull Rider was a nice touch. He knew all the players and how the elite parties had a way of bringing unlikely guests together. He met Gretchen Krause on his trip to Berlin on an oil negotiation. Jonah Kingsley was just always there in the background. He'd seen some of his movies, which were helpful when dealing with the teenagers.

"Sir, can I get you a drink?" Colby asked. "We have a very nice fifty-year-old cognac." The Shiek nodded as he watched Désirée maul the shackled woman's tits. Brian and Jonah sat on a sofa and watched what would amount to sadistic foreplay. Désirée lashed the woman's nipples and forced what looked to be a cock into her cunt. Colby handed him the snifter, and he waved the manager away, not wanting to miss a beat.

Désirée snaked her evil tongue into the German woman's tit as her engorged clit impaled her. Gretchen was close to unleashing the beast of her orgasm when the android abruptly stopped.

"Désirée, why did you stop?" Gretchen panted. "Put it back in there. Do it now!" Her cunt was discharging a steady slick of pre cum, and she thrust her hips forward, hanging from the shackles, to get some sensation to her desperate clitty. The spread eagle posture left her cunt open and raw as her clit twitched, searching. The hood had slipped back, and the nub protruded an obscene two inches. The woman's clitoris had always been a bit oversized, but this was ridiculous. Gretchen was shaking in an attempt to flubber her mini cock with her flapping pussy lips.

"Did I give you permission to cum, bitch?" Désirée leaned forward and bit Gretchen's free nipple, causing it to bleed. She arched against the chains, screaming, came, and fainted.

26

THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS

The Garden of Earthly Delights was nestled at the end of a mini center next to a laundromat and a dry cleaner, and Judy pulled into the lot and parked. She sat for twenty minutes trying to figure out why she was there before deciding to enter.

Rook Sokolov watched her from the shop window. "What are you up to out there?" he wondered aloud. The shop was slow in the early afternoon; business never picked up until the afternoon rush hour. He didn't know why he even opened it before three. The woman entered the shop and sniffed, testing the air as if it would smell of sex or something. Rook knew her from the sale last week when she purchased two dozen Lovense Lush 3 units; it was a hell of a sale at three thousand dollars, even with the discount coupons.

Judy wasn't sure why when she entered the front door of the sex shop. She had been horny all day. Mojo's coffee shop was all but vacant, and Kelly wasn't answering her calls. She tried to hang around in the corner booth, but business crept along, and she didn't recognize the customers. The young apprentice girls were nowhere to be found, and Judy sipped her latte. She hadn't been laid in two days, and the pressure in her pussy was a constant humming.

Rook looked up the charge slip from the sale. Her name was Judith Wycoff. He was excited; maybe she would drop another bundle. The door pinged as it opened.

"Good afternoon, Miss Wycoff. It's so good to see you again." He noticed she didn't wear a wedding ring, which was as good a thing as it was bad. The married women were more prone to be indiscreet than the single girls, but there were added complications. As soon as he spoke, Rook wished he was a little less gregarious. Judy glanced at the man, perplexed. Was it unusual for him to remember her? She nodded in his direction.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" She almost laughed, thinking, Yeah, you can help with this, thinking about her thrumming pussy. It was usually easy for Judy to get a runabout; after all, she was one of those thirty-something MILFs with killer tits and a world-class ass. But after her interludes of the past week, masturbation was becoming more difficult for some odd reason. She subtly thrust her mound in the owner's direction, and he wondered, did she just point her pussy at me?

The checkout counter sat at the door, guarding the disc and movie collections conveniently arranged by genre. Orgy sex, Gay sex, Lesbian sex, BDSM sex, the list was exhausting. She slowly moved past them into the store to the shelves featuring the toys and sex aids. She stopped in front of the dildos and stared; some were huge; she thought about Richard's bong and wondered where he was. One of the tools was labeled THE HORSE COCK and was almost as massive as Richard's. Her anus twitched as the day in the lab that still scalded her memory bubbled up, as the recollection of the insane blunderbuss plundering her rectum made her ass and cunt throb. The guy was hung like a Shetland pony.

The accessories and kinky items were off to the side: lubes, anal toys, lingerie, whips and harnesses. There were shelves of bizarre sex toys, clit vibes, titty clamps, pussy, and dick pumps, masturbators, and countless vibrators; the shelves went on and on. The back shelves were reserved for the sex machines. There were so many kinds; Judy stared at them, thinking she might pick one up for those lonely nights. The lineup featured vibrating dildo saddles with inflatable anal probes. There were torsos of male hips sporting massive erections and monkey rockers with moveable cocks; the array mesmerized her. The double dildo rocker made her immediately envision Kelly partying along with her.

The back rooms were the most exciting part of the shop in Judy's mind. There were private viewing cubicles. Movies were available, and for the late-night customers, live shows could be had for a fee.

Judy cruised the aisles and found herself face-to-face with Rook Sokolov. The owner was not too old and okay in the looks department. He was slim and well-muscled, and Judy looked him over, thinking, I'd do him, why not.

Women seldom shopped there, and Rook felt drawn to the woman as she absently cruised the aisles. There was something about her. She wore a short blue skirt and tube top, which was her go-to tennis outfit, and Rook couldn't help but ogle her four inches of cleavage.

Judy wasn't shy with men; she'd had many affairs, but the last go-around with the coffee shop girls had sparked something in her that was entirely different and couldn't be denied.

"Hi, I'm Judy." He knew who she was. Her nipples hardened as the store owner salivated.

"Rook." He returned.

"Tell me about your back rooms." Judy blurted out. She had heard about them; everybody knew about the infamous rooms, which amounted to no more than masturbation parlors. The game around Ridgebury was getting one's nuts off and not getting caught or breaking the law. The back room provided that and more to the many husbands whose needs went unsatisfied.

"The back rooms?" He gave her a quizzical look. No woman had ever asked about them before. He squirmed, shifting from foot to foot.

"Yeah, what goes on back there?" Judy knew she had him and enjoyed watching him dangle.

"Well, people go in them." He replied, clearly uncomfortable.

"People? What kind of people?" That was a loaded question.

"Mostly guys, use them."

"Guys, huh?" He nodded silently; apparently, the pussy had gotten his tongue.

"So, Rook, what do they do in these rooms?"

"They do things, ah, you know..."

"Can you show me how they do these things?" Judy reached down and lightly grazed his cock, which was running down his pant leg, and it jumped. This was not the first time Rook had had a tryst with a customer, and the memory of the Minister's wife who came into the shop last week haunted him. They didn't have sex, but it wasn't for his lack of effort.

"Is there a particular, ah, thing you are into?" Judy's cunt and asshole were jumping and convulsing, and she thought, Fuck it, why not!

"I like things in my ass," again she smiled, staring into his eyes, "Big things." Rook was mesmerized by the woman's tits and wanted to fuck them in the worst way.

"Hmmm, big things in your ass, huh? I'll see what I can do about that. Follow me."

Rook turned and walked into a darkened hall at the back of the store. He proceeded to the door marked three on the far left and opened it. "After you." If nothing else, Rook was polite. "Make yourself ready; I'll be back in a few minutes."

Judy entered, and Rook closed the door. The click of the lock made the situation real, and Judy wondered exactly what making herself ready meant. The room smelled antiseptic and sterile. A large screen monitor hung from the wall next to a full-length mirror. There was a chair, a sofa, and an odd contraption that looked like a partially padded question mark-shaped bench. Iron rings were also attached to the wall and hung menacing and black. The monitor on the wall came to life, and the video was of a slim girl getting fucked in her anus by a guy with a huge cock. The girl screamed for the man to fuck her harder, and Judy knew just how she felt. The explicit scene made her pussy start to weep. Judy raised her skirt, exposing her bare cunt, and rubbed her mound. She smeared her juice around her pussy lips, blubbering them in a double time flam-a-diddle, and then snaked her fingers down to her anus, slipping the middle and index into the pucker.

"Ugh!" she grunted and massaged her clit. The nub was swelling and demanding attention. Maybe I can rub one off before he returns. She began to attack her clit in earnest. She would make herself cum... any... second... now! With a final rasp, Judy's cunt shot girl juice three feet away, spattering the mirror, and it dripped down in runnels.

What the fuck did I just do? I have to clean up this mess, or he'll see it.

Rook stood before the 2-way mirror and watched Judy masturbate as he stroked his cock. He had locked the front door and hung the BE BACK IN 1 HOUR sign in the window. He wasn't sure if an hour was long enough, but it was his only sign.

When Judy's cum splatter hit the window, Rook stopped pulling his joint. He didn't want to spend his spunk by jacking off. Rook picked up his toy tote and unlocked door number three.

Liam Coulter finished listing his mom's house and returned to his New York City job. The young realtor was a slightly plump woman with a round bottom and a lovely swish when she walked. The woman always seemed like she was coming on to him, and he pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind and tried to focus on business.

He sat in his office and couldn't concentrate on his finance job, which had fallen behind. He had a list of clients and calls to return a mile long, but the only thing he could think about was Kelly Booker's insanely hot body and bedroom skills. He looked at his calendar and tried to make plans for the weekend.

Liam looked at the number on his cell phone. He couldn't stop thinking about the gorgeous blond that ruined him. He had fucked her in her gorgeous ass and pissed in her mouth, and the mere thought of these lewd acts woke his cock up as he sat at his desk. Liam knew she came in buckets and wondered if she was also thinking about him. He had to see the woman again, the sooner, the better. He was about to hit the call icon when the phone buzzed. He looked at the caller ID; was this fate?

"Hey, Kelly. How have you been?" Everything he said to the woman made him feel stupid; he needed to work on his opening lines.

Rook entered room three. The funk on the mirror and floor was cleaned up, and he wondered how the woman had accomplished it; did she lick it up?

Judy stood there, and Rook could see that the insides of her thighs were slicked and wet. She couldn't lick them off; maybe he could help her. He set the tote down and said, "Anal, huh?" Judy nodded as she shamelessly raised her shirt. Rook reached into the tote and pulled out a ten-inch dildo. The prong had a tube attached to it with a bulb on the end. In his other hand, he held a wand vibrator that looked to be three inches wide.

"I suggest you lay on the sex sofa." He nodded toward the odd couch. "Maybe you would like to undress." She doffed her skirt and tube top and sat on the sofa. This made her legs spread in invitation, and her pussy and ass point up.

Rook was going to take his time, and the humming in Judy's cunt was surging. He took two straps from the tote with cuffs and clips on the ends. He buckled the fur-lined cuffs around her wrists and clipped the straps to the wall rings. Rook brought out two more straps and cuffed her ankles to the chair. She could move but wasn't going anywhere. Her pussy was smearing the seat, and she desperately wanted to touch it.

Judy's nipples were swollen, and she tried to lick them but, without the use of her hands, found it impossible. That is when Rook clamped spring-loaded clips on her teats and stretched them to the wall, fastening them. The nipple clamps hurt terribly, and she could feel her cunt bubble over.

"Big anal, huh?" Rook repeated, "Well, big anal it is." He smiled, holding the dildo up for inspection, but it didn't impress Judy; she had longer and thicker ones at home. The tube and squeeze bulb caught her attention. He squirted some lube jelly onto the cock and then into her ass. The cold jelly sent a shiver through her. Rook began to tease her sphincter with his tongue in tiny circles as Judy pressed into it. The chains stretching her nipples stopped her from moving, and the constant teasing maddened her. She tried to scoot toward Rook's face, and the motion pulled on her tits unmercifully as they stretched in front of her face. There was no doubt about it in Judy's mind; Rook was in charge, and he knew what he was doing as he edged the woman toward an orgasm, yet never letting her cum.

When the tip of the dildo slipped into Judy's anus, her cunt burped out a mini cum, and the rush drooled on the seat. "Oh yeah! Stick it in there! Put it up there!" Judy's ass was jumping off the sex sofa, searching as Rook slid the silicone pecker all the way to the rubber bulb tube. The dildo wasn't particularly thick, but it would have to do, and she pleaded, "Fuck my ass! Come on, move that thing!" Rook smiled as he began to slide the prong in and out. "Ahhh!" she wailed, rouching against the rubber bone. This would be enough to make her cum, and Judy bounced her ass on the couch.

That would have done the trick until Rook slipped the prong out of her ass. Judy almost wept and begged, "Please put it back in again. Please make me cum." Judy implored the man.

Rook slipped the dildo back in, pulled it out a few times, and waited before he turned the vibrator on. He touched the end against her clit for the briefest of seconds, and the woman almost shot another cum load. He pulled it off her clit and put it on, torturing her nubbin in a maddening rhythm. Judy was wailing in a repeating mantra as Rook molested her cunt, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

Her cum was close, and every time it started to break from the gates, Rook removed the wand. Judy was crying, and she tried to move down, as the pressure on her elongated nipples and tits drove her on. She was going to cum, and nothing would stop her. Rook touched the vibrator to her clit, particularly hard, and pulled it away. "Fucking do it! God damn you, do it! I need it. Come on motherfucker, make me cum!"

It wouldn't have taken much, and Rook had all he could do to not obey the filthy commands. He picked up the bulb and gave it a firm squeeze. "Judy raised her hips, gasping, "Woah!" The dildo had gotten fatter and a bit longer. "Oh, Fuck," she wailed as Rook gave it a couple more squeezes. The dick was ballooning, and Judy was panting. Her ass was stretched, and she remembered how Richard's monster prong had resized her rectum. This was going to be good.

Rook wasn't an evil man, per se. He did, however, like to make women cum, and this dump was going to be monumental. He squeezed the bulb four more times. The cock was buried in Judy's ass, and Rook could only imagine how inflated it was. He touched the vibe to her clit for a second and pulled it off. "I need to cum. I need it! Fucking do it, or I'll kill you!" Even Judy couldn't believe the words that were spewing from her mouth. Rook pumped the bulb again; the dick in her ass had to be close to six inches wide, and Judy screamed in unintelligible shouts.

"Gah! Ahh!! Mah! Fah! Gah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

She was close as Rook inserted the bulbous head of the vibrator into the tightened tunnel of her cunt. He had turned it off and pushed it until he was sure it rubbed against her G spot. He rotated the tool in a punching circle, and it orbited across her sensitive insides. Judy was grunting as Rook gave the anal bulb two more squeezes for good measure. "It's coming! It's coming!" Judy shrieked in a warning, not knowing what else to say. All she knew was that her explosion was near. Rook turned the vibrator on and shoved it in deeper.

27

GOOD COOKIŃ

Bob crawled to his daughter, who was screaming and cumming as his wife pressed the remote on high. He crawled on his hands and knees, and his cock wept a trail of funk on the floor. He was transfixed and wanted to see his daughter's asshole, and he buried his face in the rubber-covered cleft. The girdle was saturated, and the discharge seeped from around the edges and dripped to the floor. The Minister licked the discharge off his own daughter's ass, savoring the sweetness. He would not be denied a taste of her back door and pulled down the girdle as her cum load splashed on his face soaking his chest.

Jonah watched the spectacle as Désirée performed what amounted to little less than torture. The men intently watched the robot as it systematically drove the investor to the edge and then withheld the orgasm. Jonah wished it was him there instead. Bilal was shocked at the crazy display. He was a less-than-average, wham-bam, no thank you, Mame, man in all areas save two. He had been born into royalty and was a pervert extraordinaire; he believed he'd tried everything under the sun. This would be very cool if the unit could be manufactured in the shape of a child. Brian had stopped being amazed and sat on the couch, pulling on his peter.

Gretchen strained at the chains as blood trickled down her tit. Désirée was not close to being through with the woman. The android began to lash at her tits with the serpent tongue as Gretchen hung there like a piece of butcher shop meat.

Désirée's girl cock was fully distended, and she thrust her hips forward, penetrating the German's slimy cunt. Gretchen bucked as the girl-dick bottomed out, and Désirée began to fuck her in earnest. The men watched the display, and Jonah had enough. He spooned the robot and thrust his boner into the synth ass.

"That's it, Director. Fuck my ass. Fuck it good!" He intended to do just that and clubbed the sphincter with all he had. When the three blew their loads, the bizarre cast of members' thoughts were: Jonah was already casting his next production; Bilal was sure the units would be manufactured somewhere in the Middle East, Gretchen internally shrieked, more! Brian was null and void as he stared at the ceiling. The only thing on the robot's mind was getting back to Kelly. Her feelings for the woman were growing and so much better than synth sex.

The Hitachi Vibrator gave Richard's cock serious competition, and Judy's cunt convulsed as Rook rammed it all the way to the end of the line, stopping at cervix junction. The vibrator bucked and jolted on high; Rook wanted the woman to get her money's worth. The tool milked her skene gland as joy juice ran from her pussy lips in a torrent, and the ballooned cock in her ass felt like the Thursday twenty-two ounce Sizzler steak special.

Judy humped the devices and screamed as Rook, pants down and cock erect, straddled the chair forcing his bone between her tits into her throat. Judy's orgasm didn't start slowly as they were sometimes wont to do. It exploded from the gate like a horse at the Belmont Stakes as Rook's sperm plastered her tonsils. She came and came in an unending waterfall as Rook's balls twitched and sputtered and bottomed out as he spewed again. Her ass was wrecked, and she tried to push the vibrating, blown-up cock out. She grunted and strained, and when the largest section cleared her sphincter, she let loose in another cascade of girl spume. She lay on the sex couch panting and wishing she could clutch her pussy and asshole, which gaped like the Holland Tunnel. She needed something stiff; a drink or a cock; either would do.

Rook stared down at the woman, "Anal, huh?" and they both broke up laughing hysterically.

Rook was more than happy; he'd gotten laid and sold a ton of sstuff. Maybe he would close up for the rest of the day and look the woman up.

Judy stood at the door and hugged her new fuck buddy, "Man, you own a lot of toys."

"So do you, now." He nodded toward the full bag in Judy's hand. She smirked, thinking about her new inflatable dildo.

"We are a sex shop, you know."

Minister Bob was about as far from being a holy man as a man could get. His reservations and homosexual tendencies had driven him away from the church, and the altar fucking he received was the final snap of his vows. He'd always considered himself a good father, but even that was now changing.

He crawled to his daughter as she convulsed and hollered, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God damn it!" He could smell her cunt, and it was the same as the odor on the wet bicycle seat. He wanted to tongue her asshole and drink her cum and started to slowly pull the girdle down. That is when his sanctimonious wife lashed his hand with the giant spoon, trying not to spill the cum balloon.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Ellie Kovacs snarled. She would be damned if her husband would fuck his daughter and not his wife. Bob was driven and ripped the girdle down to Chloe's knees, releasing a pint of her ambergris cum. Ellie beat him with the spoon, and he cowered and sucked on his smeared fingers. Everyone in the room had crossed the line, and Bob knew they were all standing at the gates of Hell. His wife smacked him repeatedly, screaming, "You want to eat her cunt, Bob? Is that what you want, Minister? You can start by licking it off the floor." She struck him so hard that the spoon broke. Bob couldn't stop himself and slurped his daughter's cunt juice off the kitchen tiles. He wanted it all, but that was a losing proposition as Chloe freely squirted her cum across the room. The girl shrieked to the room, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming! Here it comes!" as her pussy spritzed again.

Sally couldn't take anymore and ran to her cum buddy, slipped in the slick of splooge, and fell on her butt. She grabbed the dildo in her friend's cunt and tugged. "Ahh, not yet, please!" Chloe begged. Sally yanked the Charmer, and the anal bulb plopped out. Ellie watched the insane display and, shutting down the remote, went to the broom closet, picking out a mop handle. By the time she returned, Sally had the anal bulb in her ass and was fitting the dildo in her front door. Her daughter lay in the cum slick, clutching her pussy and shaking; she felt so empty. Ellie still held the remote and watched the girl ram the dildo into her snatch. When Ellie turned the vibe on to the max, Sally shook and barked like a baby seal.

"Auk! Auk! Auk!"

Caleb looked at the broom handle, dived under the kitchen table, and grabbed his sister's thighs, burying his face in her ass crack. He remembered her question; do you want to see mine? He wanted to do a lot more than just look at it. Caleb slurped and vacuumed his sister's anus as Ellie whacked his ass with the handle, and he spurted his boynaise sauce again; all the while, his father pushed his mouth across the floor, sucking it all up. By the time things calmed down, Bob was on a repentance jag, trying to collect his family and lead them Zionward once again.

"Please listen to me," Bob begged. He sounded like he was giving one of his desperately dull sermons. "I think we should go to church and pray. Ellie had already tried that in her bedroom for all the good it did. Chloe and her brother were thinking about their next cum load. Sally wasn't even a Baptist, and Ellie thought, fuck that shit.

"I have to make some calls first," Sally said, walking outside.

"Hello, is Johnny there?" Sally was always polite whenever she called the Cohen house. Johnny's father leered at her so, making her feel creepy.

"This is Johnny," He recognized the voice, "Sally, what's up?" The girl hadn't blown him in a week, and he missed the little tramp.

"I'm going to the Baptist church, and I think you should come too."

"Why would I go to a Baptist church," he asked, chuckling. "You know I'm Jewish, right?"

"This isn't about religion. Come over, Johnny, I need it bad." This was one of the weirder things she had said to him. He pressed end and called his new fuck pal, Eugene.

"Hey Johnny, What's up?"

"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes; be ready," Johnny wasn't going to a strange church alone.

Chloe sat in the bathroom on the toilet, her cunt rippling like a mandolin. "Hello, is Kim there?" Zuri Catawba answered the call in her most professional voice.

"Who is speaking, please."

"Zuri, It's Chloe. I need to talk with Kim." Zuri looked up at the manager. The two were just about to lock up for the night.

"It's for you," she held the receiver out. Kim took the phone; it was close to closing. People rarely called this late in the day.

"Yes?"

Kim, this is Chloe." Kimberly rolled her eyes, hoping the girl wasn't ditching work tomorrow. She'd been calling in a lot lately.

"We're all going to church. Can you call the other girls?"

"The what?" Kim was shocked. She wasn't particularly religious, but this made her weird-o-meter trip.

"The Baptist Church over on Green."

"Exactly why do I want to go to church?"

"Trust me. Call all the other girls; we're having a party." Kim knew what kind of party this would be. I'll be there in thirty minutes.

Kim locked up the shop and got in her Jeep with Zuri. She didn't know what was up but had a feeling it would be good!