Rent Pt. 06

"Daddy, I dropped your dinner on the floor," she told me, rubbing her ass, the little lacy thing she wore barely there, swallowed by her beautiful cheeks. "I think you should punish me. It was your favourite."

I cupped that luscious, firm, ass, rubbing gently before snacking it hard, Violet giggled, enjoying the game under her mask. "I've had to punish you so much this week, Satin," I sighed. "You dented the car..."

"Oh and you really taught me a lesson when you lay me down and fucked my mouth, daddy. All the cum came out my nose, and your big balls slapped on my face, it was so hot, and my fans were so appreciative of your experience."

"True, true, and then you put dish soap in the washing machine..."

Violet kicked her leg up onto the arm of the easy chair I sat in, "and the fans really enjoyed the lesson you gave me on the breeding press for that. I never knew I could get my ankles up to my ears..."

I began to play with Vi's pussy through her panties while she gyrated her hips, cooing enthusiastically. My fingers, already greased with lube, found their way under the panties, pulling them down and over one perfect cheek enough to tickle her asshole.

"Oooo, oh daddy, not my little rosebud! I don't mind if you play with it a little, but we shouldn't tease the fans..."

Violet was laying it on thick, and despite the theatrical nature of it, it was working on me. She was so cute and sexy, always so eager... you couldn't help it.

"So what punishment would teach you a lesson, Satin," I asked, "I'm starting to think you're being bad to get punished."

Violet giggled, pressing her ass toward me to be slapped hard. I got a couple of good taps in.

"I just love it how you fuck when I've been bad, daddy. I can't help it," she protested. "I swear I'll learn my lesson someday."

"You've been very bad, though, Satin," I drawled popping my thumb into her lightly lubed asshole to a squeal. "It might be time for a real punishment."

I pulled her in front of me, hooking her lacy panties with my thumb and slipped them down halfway, exposing her waxed little pussy to the camera in front of the bed, while the one we'd put into the forehead of my mask took on the reveal of her butt. Violet made sexy noises of feigned resistance and surprise as I stripped the panties from her, working both her backdoor and her pussy.

"Oh daddy, oh you're making me weak in the knees!"

She slowly began to lower herself to my cock with a low moan that was real, her little hole used to it now, but still needing to get worked open to take me. It'd look incredible on camera.

"Ooo it's too much, Daddy, have mercy!"

I slapped Violet's reddening ass, not getting her signal of a pinch at my belly to stop, so the game was still on.

"Stop pretending you don't love taking a big dick up that little ass, Satin."

She writhed, rotating her hips sexily, taking more of me in as she whined and complained, "nnn never one as big as yours, Daddy!"

Violet's ass tightened on my cock, crushing my shaft as she slowly pushed down it, my cockhead felt like it was on fire with the heat of her guts, spearing my pretty little girlfriend's tightest place on my shaft. She gasped and trembled as my thick cock opened her backdoor wide and rocked her hips.

"That's right, Satin, all the way down. You're not done until I'm all in you."

Spreading her legs across my thighs, Violet's skin was glowing red from effort and her anal invasion, but those luscious ass cheeks were in my lap now, shaft fully held up Violet's tight little asshole.

Weakly, put-on, sounding small and broken by design, she half-moaned, "oh Daddy, am I your good girl yet? I can't take much more."

I grabbed her hips and pulled her bottom tightly into my thighs, a move she'd made me practice over and over this last week, and Violet wailed a lusty complaint as I bounced her three times.

"Let's get you on your knees, baby."

We'd practiced this routine a few times, and we'd been working her up for it for a month. This was the big finale of the pay-to-play series of us fucking, swearing she'd cash out with the porn studio that wanted to buy our tapes and shut it down. It'd been two-and-a-half months since our big score day, now the dog days of summer.

I slid after her to the floor, the cameras catching all the action, letting my cock pull back to the ridge of my cockhead. Violet sighed loud relief, exhaling as I pushed back in, slapping her ass. Violet liked it when I was all the way in, but it was tough getting my last two inches up her. The slap helped, and then my purple helmet would be hitting the little spot deep in her that would trigger the deep anal orgasm she craved when I took her backdoor.

Violet began to shake each time I pressed forward, the low moan she always made when I fucked her backside nice and deep slipping from her lips, her natural register dropping low, back arching deep involuntarily as her body surrendered itself to me.

"That a good little whore, Satin, good whore," I let my worst side free and enjoyed myself as I sodomized her. Violet's moaning answered with a mindless hitch in her groans that meant I was hitting her ass just right. "Show your fans how much you like it deep up your ass, girl," I pushed into her harder now, railing her as fast as I dared.

Violet enjoyed it up her butt slow and deep, but she knew the internet wanted it a little rougher, so I'd promised that I'd give it to her like that. Her starfish tightened and her sweaty back flushed as the orgasm came on hard.

"Oooooouuughhhhh, ohhhuuuhhhg ouu ouuu-nnnmmmggg!"

Violet had been embarrassed by her anal sex sounds at first, but I loved them. It was a sound of surrender to a different kind of pleasure, embracing my ownership of her. It made me blow every time and she slowly came around when I admitted that to her.

"Yeah baby," I growled as she moaned, my cock lurching inside of her tight heat, "yeah fuck yeah," she'd told me to call her my good little cow, but feeling her tighten and lurch her little ass back and forth on my shaft blew it away. I collapsed onto her torso, our asses in the air as I spasmed hard and jetted cum into Vi's ass with a loud groan.

We panted for a few moments, my mind slowly coming back to me, and I pulled out of her, making sure to turn her bottom toward the camera to catch the stream of cum that cascaded after me.

Stepping back out of frame, Violet stood unsteadily as I washed my cock with a wet cloth and she collapsed on the bed, making a show of being exhausted from the rough trade. She grabbed at her bottom, facing it to the camera to show the mess I'd made of her.

"Ohh daddy, you used me all up, daddy," Violet sat up on the bed to look at me, her chest sweaty and perfect C cups hanging prettily across her narrow chest. "Am I a good girl again?"

"Well," I drawled as a I walked back to her, always mostly hard again thanks to the insurance little blue pill I'd taken, "what do good girls do?"

She began to suck me vigorously.

It wasn't long until I stood Vi up and pushed her back onto the bed, pinning her knees to the mattress and pile driving her wet little pussy. This was it, the big finale. The camera on the end of the bed was set up to get a good shot of my balls slapping against her dripping ass, double-stuffing her when I came.

"Oooo daddy, you liked fucking my little ass, didn't you," she moaned as she took my cock, pushing my hips to get the best angle so she could play with her pussy while I drilled for oil.

"That's a good girl," I told her, "bad girlsget it in ass, good girls get bred."

I'd been worrying about going back-to-back, I was closing in fast on thirty-three, and I could go twice in a row with Vi under normal circumstances, but the performance anxiety had been twisting me up. I'd abstained from her all the previous day, wanting to make sure I'd be ready and rock hard for this.

"Yay! I'm a good little breeder again," she called out in the Satin baby doll voice she used. I laughed. Relief that I was pulling off my end of this, relief that this was the last time, relief that she seemed happy, smiling up at me. It was all for the cameras. I knew that, but a part of her loved putting on the show.

There were three of them, counting the one in my mask, the one facing the chair, and the one behind us would be getting a solid closeup of my cock smashing her box. I went at her hard, as she requested, and Violet screamed and wailed for more while her tits bounced wildly, arching her back into my hands as I manhandled her.

"Daddy, oooohhhghh yes, fuck my little cunt, Daddy! Fill me up with your cum!"

We went at each other like that for a while, and the big finish was coming. The only part that I was really excited about, the thing that felt a little like it was just for us.

"Here it comes," I warned her.

"Give it to me, Daddy, give your little whore her pay!"

Jesus, it'd been fun at first, the viewers ate it up, though I'd come to hate it. I pulled Violet up to me to kiss her, licking the sweat from her face, mauling her tits, all while she dragged pillows behind her to prop up her bottom.

"All mine, your pussy is all mine," I groaned, about the only truthful thing I'd said through this, and slammed her to the bed, holding Violet's legs open so the camera could see her taking my long stroke as she came.

It wasn't hard to make her squirt after she'd had an anal orgasm, we'd discovered, the pump primed and ready to go. She did need it deep, and some verbal encouragement helped a lot.

"Show me what I want to see, baby, give me that shake, you feel so fucking good, your pussy is so wet and tight, give it to me, I'll make you scream and breed you deep..."

The camera in my mask caught everything as her eyebrows began to twitch, mouth hung open, and her eyes rolled back, steadily pumped up and down on her pillow by my thrusts.

A rush of fluid hit my balls as they slapped into her beaten ass, and Vi moaned, the sound turning into a keening wail of pleasure, and I filled her up.

*

After, I was in the bathroom with the door closed, the mask in the garbage where it belonged. Violet was showing off her big double creampie, but I just wanted to get clean and never do this again.

It'd been hot the first time, still kinda hot the second, but after a month of filming ourselves having sex on camera twice a week, I was done with it. We needed the money to float us, and some backup cash flow was always worthwhile, but the fantasy was dead for me.

I heard Violet sign off, the digital beeps of the other cameras shutting down, and she padded toward the bathroom.

"Fuck fuck fuck a duck, I'm dripping everywhere!" The water went on and I looked up at her, standing with her feet shoulder-width apart, her wide, gently rounded hips open as the hot water cascaded down her body, pert C-cups pressed between her arms as Vi closed her eyes and let the water spray her clean. She opened her eyes, turning to me and reached out the open stall door. "Come here, Danny."

I stepped into the shower, the heat of the water relaxing my shoulders that had gotten surprisingly tight. Violet's hands found my chest, and she pressed herself to me. "You okay?"

I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, "I'm just relieved that we're not doing any more of these."

Violet gave me a sad smile and kissed my chest, "I know, I'll shut the site off as soon as the content deal is done, okay? It's going to give us a nice backstop though. That'll make things a lot easier until you can get that collection up for sale."

"Turn around," I spun her gently and began soaping her back as Violet raised her increasingly long blonde hair, "you're right, I know you are, but the fantasy kinda ran thin. I'm amazed you managed to dance and do this as long as you did. It's emotionally exhausting."

Violet turned her head to me, smiling slyly as I pushed the soap around her body, squeezing her breasts, massaging her butt, pulling her tightly to me.

"It's just us now, I promise. I'm all yours now," she turned back to me, soaping my chest, working down my stomach, "and you're mine."

Thoughts of the rough session flooded my mind and I caressed her bottom, "what about you? Are you okay?"

I could see a steady stream of leaking cum running down Vi's inner thighs, pools on the tile and being carried to the drain.

She shrugged demurely.

"My tush could use a few days off, but you can keep your pass, put it that way," she informed me.

After our road trip sex marathon day that culminated in my hardon lodged up her backside while she had a bone deep anal orgasm, Vi had added what she called a 'Monthly Shark Week Single-Use Ass Pass,' to our contract that was exactly what it sounded like. I'd used the pass to great success this month. She'd even requested a round the day after our initial experience, but even I didn't want it more. Vi's body was my playground, but some rides you don't need every day.

Vi slapped my chest lightly. "Get out, I gotta clean up and it's not sexy."

Grumbling because I was enjoying the shower, I climbed out to let Vi do her mysterious feminine things.

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Having Pete back in the house had been pretty smooth overall. Violet and I had to watch how frisky we got when he got home from work or the weekends. It was the first full summer of the pandemic, and marches were going on non-stop against police abuse. In Toronto, it wasn't even a secret that TPS had a habit of going overboard with people of colour, and it seemed like that was the same in a lot of places. Molly was crazy busy with potential cases, according to Jason.

I'd put a donation link up on my site to support victims of police violence, and it had gotten the expected rage-y racist backlash, but anyone who'd been dealing with me for years that disagreed kept mum. Vi, likewise, had been on the wrong side of the system for various minor reasons as a teen and a dancer, so she didn't have a lot of sympathy for the blue lives matter types. Pete, though, he had a tough time with it.

He'd seen what I'd gone through, and wasn't making any excuses for the officers who'd choked a man to death, but his dad had been a cop. His dad had been a great guy too. The kind of guy who wanted to help people, who you wanted to be a police officer, and stayed out of the blue cult. There were a lot of good cops out there trying to change it, like his dad had been, but they didn't get much backup internally. It had literally been what killed him.

So it was a somewhat somber summer, and we did our best to avoid Pete seeing any of the recording, always doing it well before he'd get home. We also had a ton of work to do for my store. It was still going gangbusters on the pandemic high, and Violet was a busy bee between video interviews for junior social work positions, catalogue the whole collection I'd bought, finding a few diamonds that I'd missed. She was learning a ton about the whole business, becoming a bit of a reader, getting into the 80s high-brow horror stuff, and then tracking back to the 70s horror and loving it.

Pete usually pitched in on weekends too, earning the five free books I always gave him every week (he'd barely paid for an issue since I'd opened my original store), and helped Vi organize great swathes of back issues to put on the site. She'd figured out a release schedule for a lot of stuff, blowing my mind with a plan that was designed to make room for high-end storage to accommodate the collection we'd bought, as well as pepper some really good stuff throughout to tease it. She also did a schedule just for that collection to help us stretch it for as long as we could, trying to avoid higher tax brackets and maximize write-offs. It meant we had to keep our belts tight a while longer, but it was easily worth it as space began to open even faster in the bins of dollar comics in my basement that I hadn't shifted in years.

I was starting to realize my sexy girl was a bit brilliant. I was no dummy, but the way Vi's mind worked... it was awesome. My accountant was euphoric. By any metric, she'd paid off her debt to me several times over.

There were hard parts too, of course. It was a particularly hot late-morning when I stood holding Vi's hand tightly, looking across the entrance of High Park to where a world-weary woman, still pretty, but shrunk by life, sat. She wore a low cap and a big cardigan despite the heat, and had gotten really thin since I'd last seen her.

Violet grabbed my chin to get me to look at her, sunglasses pushed up into her swept bands, hair in a long ponytail. She wore a tank top and cutoffs, and I had been enjoying the jealous looks I was getting from guys walking by seeing my hand down her back pocket.

"Hey, are you with me," she asked. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. You remember what Molly said?"

She'd emphatically recommended against meeting Becca. Since restrictions started reducing, we'd been at their place for back yard barbecues often, and they were becoming close.

"Don't you dare fuck things up with Violet, by seeing Becca, Danny," she'd told me, pinning me to the wall of her kitchen with a pointed finger while I helped her bring plates in. "I know you. I know how easily you pull away from the world to curl up in a ball and hide when you get hurt."

I put my hands up and had sworn I wouldn't let it affect things with Violet. Emphatically.

Now at the park, I nodded to Violet. "I promise, I know you're here for me, Sugar."

The nickname had caught on between us. Only at tender, vulnerable moments, but it was locked into our personal lexicon now.

So I walked across the field at the front of High Park, my beautiful twenty-five year old girlfriend watching nervously as she chewed her bottom lip. I walked slowly, getting to the bench, Becca raised hollow eyes to me. "Hi Danny."

I sat down, nerves exploding across my belly. I folded my hands together on the wood tabletop as kids ran screaming joy at a play structure not a hundred feet from us. "Hi Becca."

She looked over my shoulder, and I realized how gaunt she'd become. She'd been such a total smoke show back when I knew her. Confident, lively, she'd almost sparkled. A lot like Violet. Becca smiled thinly, nervous.

"I really appreciate you coming. Is that your girlfriend?"

I glanced back at Vi, smiling weakly, and she waved, smiling lovingly at me. She gave me a little bit of calm.

"Yeah," I smiled, "yeah she is. Violet."

Becca kept watching Violet over my shoulder.

"I'm glad you have someone."

I turned back to Becca, "listen, Becca, I... What's up? Why did you want to talk to me?"

She looked down, "of course. Sorry. I just wanted to see you. I still feel guilty about... everything. All the protests... it made me think of you. How they treated you. I never got to tell you that I tried to tell the police it wasn't you."

I nodded. "Molly told me that, yeah."

Becca glanced up at me, "you really were such a nice guy to me, and you really helped me out renting the room to me... I liked dating you."

I was nervous, feeling strange about this. I got why she'd want to say this to me now, I appreciated it, in fact.

"Becca," I interrupted as gently as I could, "I really appreciate you saying this to me, but is anything else happening? Is there any other reason you reached out?"

"I..." she looked off at the kids playing at the playground. "I just wish they'd caught him. Sometimes I'd almost convince myself the police were right and it'd been you. Or Pete, for a little while. But I know that's not true. I just could never figure out how he got in the garage before me."

I frowned. The story had been that the attacker had jumped her from behind when she got her bicycle from the garage, the door open behind her.

"He was in the garage already?" I asked dumbly, confused about the comment. "But-"

Becca stopped me cold. "He got me when I was leaving with my bike, from behind. They tried to tell me he was in the yard waiting, but he wasn't. He was already in there. He mocks me about it when he messages me."

"What?" Jesus Christ, that was horrifying.

She was getting agitated, eyes flitting around. "I need to go, my parents are waiting. I'm glad you're doing better."

"Wait, Becca, this can't be-" I reached out, grazing her arm.

Becca yelped and whirled on me, pulling her arm back like my hand had been burning hot.

"I'm going."

I pulled my hand back, realizing nothing I did would help her and watcher her go, pulling a mask on as she hunched into herself and walked across the field to the parking area.

By the time I got to Violet, a guy close to her age was trying to zero in on her, and she was fending him off. The guy was handsome in that self-assured pretty boy way that fraternity bros are. Like it never occurred to him that a woman might not be interested.

"... come on, I'll buy you some soft serve and we'll take a walk by the pond where it's nice and private. You can tell me all about yourself," he said it craning his neck to look down her top, and she knew it, crossing her arms knowingly.

"And once again, Tad, I don't think I'd like that, and I know my boyfriend wouldn't either." Violet, fully clocking my approach lit up and waved calling to me chipperly, "hi babe! Tad is harassing me!"

"Gee, Tad," I laughed, "sounds like you need to move on."

I hated guys like this. He eyed me without turning to face me, snorting derisively and turned back to Vi.

She held up a hand as she stood, making a point to push past him, inciting his buddies nearby to laughter. "Gonna stop you right there. Tad," Vi said a little too loudly, "my man is here."

She leapt into my arms, putting on a big show of kissing me while I got a good grip on her ass as she wrapped her legs around me. "Baby," he said happily as she broke the kiss. "I hear there's soft serve by the pond. Want to walk down there and take me somewhere private?" She pressed her lips to my ear, "I can show you how much I like licking ice cream and your penis."

*

"Oh holy shit, Sugar, ahhhh," I gasped, and filled Vi's mouth with a geyser of cum, the cold of her ice creamy mouth overwhelming as she slurped at my head.

She smiled up at me around my shaft and sucked hard, pulling the second burst from me, well versed in the timing of my orgasms by now. I was totally consumed by her, and as my prick lurched again to give Vi another hot reward, she sucked hard again, pulling the last drops out before slipped her mouth from my manhood, showing me the load, and swallowing.

Out of breath, I clenched my eyes closed, blinking and coming down while Violet put my softening cock back into my pants with an exaggerated prissy air. She smiled up at me, standing, and stealing my ice cream to take a big bite of it. I'd been so nervous that morning that I hadn't even taken advantage of Pete having already left for work to enjoy a bit of morning glory with Vi, and it wouldn't've taken much for her oral skills to make me pop even without the ice cream.

Without a word, Violet took my hand, leading us back to the trail. My head had cleared, and I smiled innocently at an older couple walking by. The husband sneered, but the wife gave us a little wink. Happily, Vi dragged me in the other direction to Grenadier Pond.

We sat against a tree, she snuggled between my thighs so she could lay back on my chest, me hugging her tight to me as we kissed and whispered.

"I'm proud of you," Violet told me, "I know seeing Becca was really hard."

I exhaled slowly, anxiousness around it leaving my system as Violet's warmth flowed into me. Pressing my chin to her shoulder, I kissed her neck and she bent back, accepting the pecks with a bright smile.

"Yeah, but I'm glad I did it. I feel bad for her, though. She used to be so," I thought back to my old Uni acquaintance, before she'd moved in with Pete and I. Before the rape. "She was lively, sorta like you. Just this bright person. Now..."

Violet pressed my cheek to hers, kissing me, cuddling in, "fixing her isn't on you of all people, Danny. Maybe finally seeing you will help her start to get better."

I closed my eyes, letting the sounds of the park wash over me, letting myself just feel Violet there, holding her, and I breathed. Vi had gotten me to try some yoga and meditation recently, and it was helping me when I got stressed or anxious, as well as just to feel the world around me.

"Yeah, I hope so too."

We sat quietly for a few minutes, watching the people wander around the park, keeping their distance from each other, seemingly just happy to be outside.

"Danny, d'you ever think about the future," Violet asked dreamily.

I looked up and saw a pair of young parents with a stroller rolling along the pathway around the pond.

"Like with flying cars or with small people that we make," I asked back.

Violet chuckled and sighed, pressing back into me as she stretched.

"Don't make fun. I'm a girl, we have to think about it. I'm not ready quite yet... but I think about flushing those pills every time we get talking about breeding me in bed."

I ran my hands over her tight belly, kissing her neck as I explored the curve of her hips. An image of Violet with a swelling belly and milky tits flashed across my mind and I was rock hard.

"I think about it all the time," I admitted. "have been for a while. I think about a nice little place in a smaller town. Get out of my parent's house. Something for us. Trees in the yard. Picket fences. Little people with cute rooms. That kind of thing."

Violet looked up at me upside-down, a soft smile on her face, "oh wow, you're thinking about it for real, not just when we're naked."

I squeezed her to me, "I'm gonna be thirty-three soon. I don't want to be in a walker when my kid graduates high school, so yeah. I got the right girl, I think about the future with her. I'm looking forward to telling our kids how she honeypotted me and it was the best thing to ever happen."

Vi broke out laughing spinning in my lap and pulled herself to me, kissing me hard and slapped my chest. "Don't you say that,"she laughed.

"You did!"

"No! I just gave you a push!"

She was climbing up to me to straddle me now, kissing me between protests.

"Like a femme fatale," I teased her, finding myself hardening again. "Naked in a bathrobe, offered me your body and lead me right into your web. No man could resist."

"Don't you dare tell the story like that," Vi insisted happily, our makeout session getting an edge of need creeping in, "it was sweet like a meet-cute in a rom-com. I rented a room and we fell in love! I had to draw out the shy landlord."

"Yeah," I grabbed one of her plump tits, "an x-rated rom-com." I glanced around at the people staring at us. Vi grinned mischievously, arousal magnified by the audience. Her hips were rocking into me, grinding my erection through our clothes. "I need to get you home right now."

*

We walked the rest of the way home, jogging over a couple of blocks first, but unworried. Violet hummed a jaunty little tune.

"What's that song, shug?"

She turned to me, still a little bit red-faced, grinning like a cat that ate the canary.

"Just happy, I feel good, I'm all in love and being girly."

I wrapped a hand around her waist, "I dunno, it sounded like there were words in there."

Violet coloured and looked away, "it's just stilly," and she sing-songed, "my man luhhves me," she looked at me nervously, voice getting quieter and went on, "he's gonna maaarry me, we're gonna have bayyybies..."

I laughed. "Girls're weird," and clapped a hand around Vi's waist to pull her in for an on-the-move smooch.

Violet laughed, relief making her a tiny bit manic, and she gripped my forearm tightly, "don't make fun! I'm happy and excited about tonight!"

I wasn't sure what tonight was.

Vi rolled her eyes, "it's your birthday party?"

It was still the height of the pandemic, restrictions had loosened slightly, and the crazies were getting even more crazy... but it wasn't like we could do much.

"You, me, and Pete playing board games with a special dinner," I asked foolishly.

Vi shook her head, "nope! Jason and Molly are going to come by, they can't be in our bubble, but they can hang out with us distanced, and Eva is coming too, and she's in our bubble now."

Being Violet's best friend, I'd heard her on the phone and video calls with Eva a lot, even spoken to her myself from time to time. Violet treated her a bit like a big sister because Eva had helped her get working as a dancer and looked out for her when Violet moved to the city and had to make it alone.

"Are you trying to set Eva up with Pete," I asked slightly worried. He was so shy with women that it could go sideways easily... but he did have a soft spot for Violet, and seemed to be willing to let her find him a size queen that could handle him.

"Mmmmaybe," she teased back. "She'd definitely like his... attributes... and she's fed up with party guys."

Eva was also a five-eight brick house. Where Violet was a curvy athletic nearly petite, Eva was full of dangerous curves and had a strong frame under her sexy looks and mane of reddish hair. I'd seen Pete ogling at her when Violet had moved in, quietly speculating to me that the hourglass figure on her was 36-26-38 with double d's and almost drooling.

On top of everything else, if Eva could handle Pete physically, she was brassy as hell, and she might make him have some fun.

I shrugged, "sounds fun to me!"

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Once we'd gotten home, with the cat out of the bag, Violet began to prep the yard for my birthday. She'd decided to go all-out, excitedly putting up some streamers and sending Pete to the store for ice.

Banished to my office to fill orders, I worked away quietly, prepping deliveries and mail-outs. The first round of the big collection had gone up on my site earlier in the week, and I was happy to see that the response had been strong. Multiple books that had significant price tags were already sold, and I had an inbox full of messages from serious collectors asking about what other gems the collection had to offer.

On top of that, I had a forwarded email from Violet that detailed the distribution deal for our content that she was considering. It was a nice little baseline at the rate that she expected things to be played and downloaded for the extended content. I still felt odd about the whole thing, but I'd given her the go-ahead to make the decision. Her business sense seemed to be better than mine anyway. Besides, I didn't exactly mind that ending her stripping and amateur porn careers was coming with some significant benefits for me.

I heard a knock on the door, and Eva's boisterous greeting as she came into the house. She lived alone, an extrovert, and was struggling badly with the isolation of the pandemic. Violet had convinced Pete and I to let her be part of our 'bubble' recently, and you could hear the relief in the buxom dancer's voice.

Continuing to follow instructions, I kept up with the orders as the girls chatted and laughed in the kitchen. Violet was hoping that Eva and Molly would get along, and I suspected they would. Molly was the kind of person that'd find common ground with and befriend just about anyone.

Pete popped his head in to check on me, looking nervous and wearing a shirt that had a collar, unusual for him.

"Hey, uh, I'm supposed to tell you fifteen minutes."

"Sounds good," I looked up from the package I'd just taped. "You okay?"

Pete was a little flush, glancing over his shoulder furtively. He stepped fully into my office and closed the folding door behind him.

"Yeah, I uh, oh man, it's just Eva..."

"Looking fine?"

Pete nodded enthusiastically. "Lookin' brick house."

Chuckling at his obvious discomfort, I hummed the song. "Vi's just trying to make sure you have someone to hang out with at a couples party. Don't stress."

"D'you think she told her about..." I knew he was talking about his donkey dick. The poor guy thought he was a mutant and that no woman would want him for more than a one-off trophy.

I nodded, standing to pat him on the shoulder. "I'm positive she told Eva that you're hung, but buddy, what's the worst that'd happen? She's not into it? Don't hook up with her then."

Pete sighed. "Easy for you to say. You're and Vi bang like it's breathing."

"Point," I conceded. "Vi's just trying to get you the same. Relax." Even as I said it. I knew relaxing wouldn't be something Pete got to do tonight. He was keyed up, wound up, and on edge. "Are you sure there's nothing else going on?"

Pete waved, "ahhh, I don't want to bug you with it."

I finished taping up a box and gave him a chastising look, "c'mon man, just tell me."

Pete sighed. "Your asshole brother's been emailing me. He's saying that you've cast him out for me, quoting all these bible verses wrong, just being unhinged dickhead Randy."

"Bible verses?"

Pete nodded and sighed again, "yeahhh, I dunno man, I think he's just jumped onto the crazy right wing Christian bandwagon along with the conspiracy shit is all. I know how to handle him." Pete mimed clicking a mouse, "block, delete."

Randy had been mad that he couldn't stay at the house for some conference, and he'd always been prone to the kind of loony outbursts our dad had been, but he'd never been a bible thumper.

"Bible verses, though," I repeated confused.

Pete shrugged.

"Maybe he saw some of the videos Vi makes with you? He'd probably recognize the room."

Stunned, my jaw dropped, bobbing up and down wordlessly, "uhhh, I, uh...."

Pete clapped me on the back and waved it off. "Bro, I swear I haven't watched any of them. I swear, but I'm not an idiot. I've seen screen grab stills on the sites."

"We just... fuck man, I did it to help her make a little money."

He shrugged again and began pushing me toward the door.

"No judgement from me, Danny. Times're tough, Vi's worth it."

As we stepped through the door, I turned to him smiling embarrassed, "just please don't watch them, or tell anyone."

He zipped his lips and threw away the key.

*

Dinner was a pretty low-key affair, and basically perfect in my mind. Hamburgers grilled by Pete, handmade by Vi, accompanied by a big grain salad and roasted veggies that seemed better than any restaurant I'd ever been.

Eva had brought her A-game, and I could see why Pete had been nervous. She sat next to him, her red hair streaked with bright pink, shaved along the sides of her head for a gentle punk effect that I knew he'd love. Her tats were out, right along with her massive D's, exposed by the black sleeveless and backless top she wore that left large open cutouts along the upper exterior of her tits. I slapped Pete on the belly as he goggled at her. I thought he might burst later when we sat down and she made a point of sitting next to him, weaving her thick backside into the space next to him.

I had a quick word with Molly about the conversation with Becca... including the part where she told me about the messages from her attacker.

"Don't you dare engage with her again," Molly ordered me firmly, "and I'll talk to the police. It's still an open case, if she's telling the truth, they might be able to track this bastard back and finally get you free of it."

Jason and Molly had a few hours of banked grandma sitter time, and we all got to catch up, playing Cards Against Humanity and laughing over beers as the sun lowered. It was great to be able to spend time with friends again, and I sat with Violet snuggled into me.

She was a goddamn vision. Jean shorts rolled up not quite scandalously high, thigh-high white stockings that showed off her legs and ass tastefully cinched at her knees. She wore a light linen blouse with a loose tie up the front and under her bust, little cuffed sleeves. It gave her ample breasts a jiggle that drove me mad.

To make me wild, she'd lit on a little black choker with a flat blue-green stone in a setting at her throat. It sparked off her blue eyes and was making me think of all the things I could do with that long neck, her hair tied up loosely with a ribbon. Violet sat next to me, pressing into me with a snuggly hug when she brought the food over and whispered in my ear.

"Your birthday present is whatever you want tonight. And this outfit."

I'd held off grabbing her to enjoy myself all day, other than her surprised forest blowjob, I was fresh, and full. I couldn't have been more erect if I'd taken a bottle of viagra.

After our meal, I pressed my lips to her ear as a drunk Jason made a show of judging people's funniest cards, and sucked her earlobe while Violet hummed happily and squeezed the front of my shorts and I thought of how much I wanted to unwrap her.

"I think it's time for us to head out, hon," Molly informed Jason as he slurred laughter.

He turned and made a sad face, "aww'm I too drunk?"

We'd all had a few, more than, really. Even Molly, rarely having more than two ever, had four empty beers in front of her.

She smiled at Jason, "yeah, and if I have any more," she dropped her voice to a giggling whisper, "I'll be too drunk to enjoy a grownup night."

Jason had them both on their feet in an instant, giggling as they wished us good night, and me a happy birthday. Vi and I stood, hugging them both, but Pete declined.

"Uh, too much beer, I think I might be wobbly," he claimed, but I could see the blush on his face in the evening gloom. Eva had been cozying up with him all evening, barely any space between them, and I could swear she winked at me as she idly touched his leg under the table.

Violet turned to me, grinding her pert ass into my groin. "We should go to bed... I have presents for you," she said too loud with a little bit of a slur from the drinks.

"Oooo, someone's getting laaaaaid," Eva laughed, also a little drunk like all of us.

I waved to her and Violet giggled, pushing me along. "You heading home?"

I opened the back door to head in and glanced back to see Pete gasping as Eva's hand that had been stealthily playing under the table all night seemed to start moving a lot faster. Eva grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

"Maybe in a bit," she leaned into Pete, pressing her impressive rack into his arm, "if Petey gets bored of me."

Something told me he wouldn't be able to.

==============

Drunk and giggly, Violet lead me upstairs through the darkened house, turning to me at the foot of the stairs and pulled the tie on her blouse to expose her cleavage and jiggle at me.

"Like my new top, I got it to drive you crazy Danny."

She spun in front of the stairs, the tie at the front of the blouse coming entirely loose to show me the full effect of the jiggle as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

"See?"

Violet was smiling and wiggling at me, grabbing my hands and stepping back to the stairs.

"Oh man, do I ever," I breathed as she shook those magical tits at me. I was going to wear them as earmuffs tonight, I promised myself, just put my face between them and motorboat. I grabbed her chest, getting a good feel before she stepped away.

"Ah-ah-ah," Violet waggled a finger, "not ye-ett!"

Frowning at her, I stepped up the three stairs she'd gotten away from me, "you're not allowed to say 'no' to me when I want you."

She dodged my clumsy attempt to grab her and skipped back up the steps, juicy tits bouncing under her top, her pert pebbly nips pressing into the thin fabric.

I surged forward, and this time I got ahold of the shirt as Violet stepped to the top stair, grabbing it and pulling it open at the neck and down her shoulders to her mid-upper arms in one quick movement, exposing her breasts and throwing her off balance to fall into my chest.

"I want my Sugar. Now," I growled, grabbing her big tits, mauling them as if I were milking her, thumb and forefinger working the nipples hard to an elated gasp that fades to a slow purr as Vi got into the firm pinching and massaging. "I want the first part of my present."

"Be as loud as you want, Danny, Eva promised she'd keep Pete distracted," Violet giggled, "and she's had enough to drink to really go wild on him."

Violet giggled and hiccuped, willingly accepting my attentions while I roughly pulled her shorts down her perfectly toned legs, discovering that she wore only a powder blue thong that disappeared between her wonderfully round cheeks. I went back her one of her tits, slapping her ass and groping it hard with my other hand.

"Mmmm, you like my thong, baby," she whispered, obediently standing still on the stairs, leaning back into me as I explored her bottom. "I picked it out just for you."

"Like the choker and the stockings to drive me wild?"

She nodded, twisting her shoulder and head to accept a hungry kiss from me while I mauled her perfect body. Vi broke the kiss and spoke in a soft voice, "the stockings roll to mid-thigh."

I shuddered with anticipation, watching her bend, stretching to reach down and pull up the stockings all the way, her juicy ass wiggling against my crotch as she did. My fingers found their way into the top of the thong as she worked, slipping them along Violets' crevasse and began to let her perfume mixed with her natural scent of arousal take me over.

She was finishing the second stocking when I gripped her ass in both hands, rolling her hips up to force Violet to rest face down on the top of the stairs. I couldn't stop myself any longer and sank to my knees.

"Danny, wha- ohhhhhhhggghh," Violet moaned low and urgently at my diving into her pussy, thong pulled to the side, bouncy toned ass cheeks held apart and kneaded firmly. Vi quaked at my tongue lapping up and along her labia, splitting it under the pressure of my firm licks. She was dripping already, thick nectar readying her for the determined pounding her pussy craved. I let my third lap extend up and tickle her backdoor to a groan of pleasure and surprise. "Danny, mmm, ohh Danny!"

Vi's voice was breathy and girlish, just how she got when we'd had a few drinks. She'd play demure and tease me, playing little stripper seduction games with me. Not tonight, though. Tonight I was going to devour her.

I pressed my tongue into her dripping box, the hard point finding the soft little nub inside her entrance, scooping more of her heady juices up as I worked her g-spot with my tongue. My fingers were swirling around her opening, lubed with her juices, I slipped two into her still-recovering asshole played with it gently while I gave her pussy a rougher treatment.

Violet made squeaky girlish noises under my assault and pressed her ass back into me, hips twisting and working on my face. She'd begun panting, more and more showing me her pleasure lately, and her gasps and groans became higher pitched as she gushed and shook toward her orgasm. A thin-fingered hand twisted into my hair as she arched, whining long moans of passion exploded into a ragged wail as I lifted her off her knees and drove my mouth into her loins, rewarded with a rush of her sticky-sweet lubrication.

Violet slowly came down as I lowered her belly to the stairs, wiping my thickly wet face and slapping a perfect cheek with the flat of my hand to a squeal of delight, the white thigh-high stockings tops just a couple of inches below the curve of that perfect, fuckable ass wet with her desire and passion.

She spun, spreading her legs to show me her freshly waxed pussy, pinkly pouting and glistening, she slid two fingers down into her cleft and pushed the soaked blue gusset of her thong aside, spreading her hungry hole open.

"Put it in, Danny," she writhed, alluring as ever and I almost did, "put it in me. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel..."

Pressing her knees together to a whimper of disappointment, I slipped my hands down her thighs and pulled her thong back to its place.

"I'm going to make you as crazy as you've been making me all day."

She pouted, "but Danny, you got me so wet and ready... your sugar needs her milk... I need itttt," Violet hissed and wrapped her legs around me.

Feeling my resolve waver as she worked her soaked nethers over my tented pants, I kissed her hard, letting her think she'd won.

"Not yet."

Vi's eyes went wide and stormy, not unlike they would when an argument was on the horizon, but her hands shot into my boxers, grabbing at my tumescent shaft to stroke it.

"What about a nice deepthroat, baby? You know how good I am when I've had a few drinks... " she pressed her lips to my ear, wet heat washing over me, "I'll suck all that nice cum right out of you, and then when you're ready again, you can take me while I'm sleeping."

Ugh, she was pulling out all the stops. Violet was working hard against me with her limber legs shoving my shorts down my ass. "I love waking up with you on me... pushing into me... take me like you own me!"

"Siren," I cursed her, "ruining my plan."

"Was it a good plan baby? Was it a better plan than getting so hot you ravish me on the stairs?" She pressed my mouth to one full breast and I sucked. "Mmm!"

I barely managed to raise my head from Violet's nipple, and I gasped; "balcony!"

Her eyes went wide, knowing I mean the small fire escape balcony in the room across the hall from the one she'd rented on the third floor. I'd never bothered to rent it, especially once COVID hit. The room overlooking the backyard was smaller, so I'd put the fire escape on it, making it larger to have a little balcony and pair of big sliding doors for light.

"Don't you want to see how Pete and Eva are doing," I gasped, "while I take you from behind?"

Violet's eyes went wide and she gasped, eager to fulfill her voyeur fantasies, eager to risk getting caught showing off our blistering sex to the neighbourhood... and she came again, silently squealing assent as I white-knuckled my way through holding back in the face of her gasping, milking pussy trying to beat me.

*

Violet had barely come down from her orgasm when I scooped her up in my arms, kicking my dragging shorts into the bathtub as we passed the washroom. I set her down and demanded she walk ahead of me so I could admire the view.

"Yes, Danny," Violet responded with a seductive grin, and slipped the thong off, soaking wet and stretched out of shape, walking away from it and swaying her hips to make her perfectly yoga-sculpted as sway above the cuffs of her white stockings. She got to the stairs to the third floor and half turned to me to show off her pert C-cups. "Like this, Danny?"

I tossed my shirt to the ground next to my boxers and launched myself after her to a great deal of delighted giggling on the stairs as we raced up them. I caught her in my arms at the landing, we turned left to head to the empty room in a whirl, lifting Vi to me as we got to the sliding door.

It was already dark, so we'd have that cover, and the lights were off in the house, but the risk was high, and I could see that Violet was getting caught up in it as I slid the door open, cool night air kissing our nude bodies.

"Push that perfect ass out for me, Shug," I spun Violet to the high railing, her hands shoulder width clasping it, my hands gliding to the hard nipples I loved to pinch and I sighed as the weight of her tit flesh pressed to my palms.

"Do it, Danny, oh please do it," Violet begged and pressed her backside against my vibrating erection. She was still soaking wet, my prick rock hard after so much play, and I found the damp heat of her entrance easily. "Mmmioohhhhh, yesssss!"

Pressing up on her toes, Violet had her bottom as high up as she could push it, her pussy wet and open between those cheeks, I couldn't stop myself from taking her if I'd tried.

My cock was enveloped in her, pumping balls deep, pulling back to halfway, driving into my sweet little peach of a pussy again, and I was feeling it. Hands on her hips, I was pulling her up to my cock on each thrusts to gasping squeals of delight. I could help my own moan escape my lips.

"Ahhh, Vi, oh my god..."

"Fuck me, Danny, give it to me!"

Violet held the railing fast, tits bouncing with each impact of my cock inside of her, and she was getting worked up by what was going on in the back yard. I could hear the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of a steady eager fuck, accompanied by the sounds of a woman finding out she might have been too confident of her size-Queen title.

"Right there, oh! Uh! Ah! Oh you ah ah! Big dick bastard, ahhh! Slower..."

Violet grabbed back at me, raising a leg to the railing so I could cozy up to her and look down at the scene in the yard.

Eva's was on her back on the picnic table, ass at the edge, one leg up on Pete's shoulder. He'd got her wide open, and she was doing her best to control the situation. Her big tits were out and bouncing heavily, the top she wore pulled between them as they shook and bounced at each impact of Pete's monster. Eva had one hand wrapped around his root, the other on his hip to control the bronco she'd unleashed on herself, and Eva wasn't shy about telling him how to buck.

"Thaaaats it, oooohhhh, ooooo," she threw her head back and arched as he pressed his pelvis against the tightly clutch fist between their sexes, "right there, right there!"

Eva was cumming in my (thankfully bush-lined) backyard, Pete trying to stifle her moans, and Violet was having a great time riding my dick on the balcony, struggling to keep her ass high enough to get dicked, grunting and sighing annoyance as I knelt to get a better angle on her sex.

"Oh my god he's drowning her..." she commented as I reared back, pulling her to me, "he pulled out and shot all over her!"

"Pay attention, or you'll miss me shooting all in you," I panted.

Violet pushed me off her and spin to face me.

"Never! Pick me up!"

Violet leapt into my arms, reaching between us to pull her pussy back to my straining cock. I had grimaced at the loss of her soft pussy milking me and the night air hitting my wet skin, but as I penetrated the heaven between her shapely legs, those perky tits bounded against my face and Violet moaned, leaning back, arms spread across the railing, head back as she announced her pleasure to the night sky.

"I swear to god, you're the sexiest woman to ever live," I held her bouncing cheeks tightly, arms pressed to Vi's waist to keep her tight to me. She was panting, raising her head to look at me between the jiggling valley of her breasts.

"I luh-uh-uv your cock, Danny," Violet began to thrust onto me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, "I-I-iee luhv huh-yoouuu ahhhh!"

I wasn't used to Violet being loud when she came, shocked as she threw her head back, leaning her shoulders across the rail and moaned a quavering soft syllable of pleasure. Light flicked on at the back of houses along the block and I ground my pelvis into Violet, smearing her flowing pussy juice all over my belly, enjoying the sight of her quim speared on my meat.

"Mmmm baby, cum f'r meeee, ooo ohhhh," Vi was going limp on me, the exertion and booze catching up with her as her orgasm began to come down, and her pussy held me tight to give her what she wanted.

"I want you forever, Violet," I whispered to her and surrendered to my orgasm, a long stream flowing from me into her, and I pulled her lithe torso tight to me, spinning us to the big sliding door, holding her up and pumping into her as her legs lost hold of me.

"Y'gnn'a mry m'?

Violet's eyes held mine, exhausted and sweaty, our bodies were hot against each other, slippery with the heat of the humid Toronto summer. My prick still twitched, drooling the remainder of my cum into her worked pussy. I could feel my own cum overflowing and leaking down my balls, and despite my exhaustion, I felt full and hungry for her.

"Hell yes, baby," I licked the sweat along Vi's neck, catching my tongue on her choker, "I'm gonna marry you, I'm never letting you go."

Wriggling, Violet slipped through my arms, falling to her knees, and began to clean my cock with her tongue while she hummed 'happy birthday,' happily.

Around the block, people were getting an eyeful, and below us, Eva called out. "Lookit that chick blowing her boyfriend!"

*

We made it to Violet's old bed as the backdoor slammed closed on the first floor, Eva's giggles quickly filling the downstairs accompanied by the occasional deep murmur by Pete.

I held Violet for a while, both of us ignoring the increasingly passionate sounds downstairs while we kissed, hands wandering each other. I'd been at half-mast almost since I'd cum and Violet had wetly taken my cock and balls in her mouth, scouring them clean, and I was starting to get horny for another round despite her drifting, sleepy voice since she'd stumbled to the little bathroom, one stocking rolled halfway down her thigh, the other still perfectly pulled to just inches below her buttocks. Naked but for those and the choker around her neck, she kept an eye on me on the bed, stroking myself while she sat on the toilet, giggling sleepy and drunk at my hardon.

I knew I could take her anytime I wanted, I knew it was all part of our deal, just as she did. She'd come back to bed and I'd flip her on her back, or I'd wait til she drifted to sleep, gently spreading her legs and straddling her prone. She always woke up once I'd penetrated her and began to thrust, she usually pretended to be asleep, enjoying the submissive fantasy.

"So what's my present, baby? Besides always being you?"

I watched her walk sleepily toward the bed, a dreamy smile on her face, "mmm, maybe a contract update?" Her cool hands, still wet from the tap, encircled my root and slowly stroked my stiffening cock. "How 'bout that you're my man, and I have to guarantee you a certain number of orgasms every week?"

Downstairs, there was a loud stampede on the stairs to the second floor, followed quickly by Pete's door slamming.

I nodded, narrowing my eyes. I'd been thinking about this too.

"I like that, but I want something else too."

Violet smiled, eyes deeply hooded as she cozied up next to me, still working my cock, now with both hands.

"Maybe sexy outfits? Maybe some toys that you can play with?"

In Pete's room downstairs, Eva was moaning rhythmically now, punctuating what I'd guess was every thrust with an each 'ah-ahhh', and withdrawn with a long 'oooooooo'.

I flipped Vi onto her back, pussy opening wide as I raised her legs, I have those already. I was thinking something else." and I folded her into a mating press. Violet slipped her arms around her legs to hold her ankles.

"Whatever my man wants," she teased.

"I want to be in charge of your birth control." She gasped as I mounted her.