The Inheritance Ch. 06

"Yeah, Daddy! Give it to meeeee!"

I took a deep breath through my nostrils as I embraced the slim young woman on my lap. Aside from a plaid skirt and red-rimmed glasses, she wore nothing else. She too embraced me, and I could feel her small breasts pressed against my chest.

I let out a groan, unable to articulate how good it felt to delve into her tight young snatch. She was very cute with her red lips, teeth gilded with braces, and hair done in pigtails. She cried out as I pumped upwards into her nubile, 18-year-old body.

"That's right, Daddy! Give her that big, hard cock!"

The voice that spoke was much more mature than the first. The young girl and I were not alone in this bed; kneeling beside us was a naked older woman in her late forties. She was much fuller figured than the young woman on my lap. Her dark brown hair was disheveled as it framed her face, which had an angry expression upon it.

She grabbed one of the pigtails of my young bed partner and said, "This is where you belong, Amy! You don't need to be out there with your whore friends vaping and getting into trouble. Your place is right here on Daddy's cock!"

"Yes, Mommy! Ooooh, I love Daddy's cock!"

I kissed Amy deeply, snaking my tongue into her pretty young mouth. I trailed kisses from her mouth down to her cheek and then to her neck. Amy delivered an aria as I feasted on her. I then felt a pair of hands grab my head and pull it away from Amy. Mommy greedily put her face to mine as we shared a kiss.

"Your daughter is a slut. FUCK HER!"

I roared and put Amy on her back. I used my arms to prop myself up over her as I obeyed Mommy's command to pummel Amy's tight slit like it owed me money. Amy squealed beneath me, her tiny tits bouncing wildly as I banged her.

Mommy growled as she crawled over so that she could straddle Amy's face while facing me. The young woman immediately stuck out her tongue to lap at Mommy's pussy, which was much hairier than hers. Mommy had a large patch, whereas Amy had a tiny landing strip.

"Oh, yeah!" Mommy moaned as her eyes fluttered shut. "Oh, my stupid whore daughter sure knows how to lick pussy!"

"I bet she learned it from her friends," I said.

"I'm sure she did!"

Mommy busied herself by playing with Amy's small titties while I continued to busy her pussy. But, as often is the case, all good things must come to an end. And cum we did, all three of us.

My cock emptied itself inside of Amy's sweet hole.

Mommy's cock shot its load all over myself and Amy.

Amy's cock spurted cum onto her own pert tummy.

Yes, the women I was sharing a bed with had both male and female genitalia. They were futanari. Amy had a five-inch frankfurter and a scrotum that were completely bald. Mommy's dick was an inch bigger and had a light peppering of dark brown hair adorning her loins.

I pulled out of Amy so that I could full admire the sight of her dripping cum onto her own thighs as my cum dripped out of her. Mommy rolled off Amy's face and flopped down onto her back. The three of us were understandably winded; we'd been fooling around for a few hours now.

"Maybe we should wrap this up," I said, glancing at the clock. "I gotta leave soon."

"Awww, come on," Amy said, groaning as she sat up in bed. "Play with us some more, Daddy."

"Sorry," I said. "I'm going to hit the showers."

Amy looked at Mommy and said, "Darlene, are we getting Chinese tonight?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Why don't we get cleaned up and hit up that buffet on the boulevard?"

"Fine with me!"

The two women headed into the master bathroom and started the shower. Although I sorely wanted to join them, I had a previous engagement. I showered in a separate bathroom and put on my clothes.

Even though the two women that I had been with had previous addressed me as Daddy, there was no relation between the three of us. The two futanari were simply escorts. Amy and Darlene partnered together often for mother-daughter roleplay, and this had been my third time with them.

I exited the house, got into my car and backed out of the driveway. The sun was setting as I drove down the street of the well-kept suburb where the house was located. I was on my way to meet my girlfriend who owned the entire community. She also owned and operated the escort service that employed Amy and Darlene.

To a passerby, Half Moon Hollow looked like a large, well-kept gated community full of beautiful suburban homes. It boasted a community center, a community pool, and even a dog park. In reality, it was used solely as a hosting ground for an all futanari escort service. Clients would drive to one of the homes, where they would indulge their desires for futanari sex. They would leave afterwards, with outsiders none the wiser.

However, I was not on my way out. For any other client, they would be escorted out of the community after their time was over, but, again, my girlfriend owned the place. I was actually on my way to see her right now.

I turned onto a street that ended in a large cul-de-sac. The sole house at the end of the street was bigger than the others in the community, boasting three stories. After parking in the driveway, I got out of my car and walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell and a few minutes later the door was opened by a slim Asian woman. She smiled and allowed me inside.

"It's good to see you, Mr. Trevor," she said.

"Hey, Tammy," I said. "Is she in?"

"Yes, come on in."

Tammy led me through the large house and up to the third story. Inside the master bedroom, a slim woman with dark brown hair styled in a pageboy cut was sitting on the bed while looking at a tablet. Tammy gave me one last smile before excusing herself and closing the door behind her.

"Hey, babe," I said as I walked up to the bed. I climbed in and crawled over to her so that I could plant a kiss on her lips.

Sybil van der Geit was the owner of Half Moon Hollow, which was one of the many businesses that she owned. She was perfect for me. She was young, beautiful, and extremely wealthy.

"How was your little rendezvous?" Sybil asked me.

"Whew!" I exclaimed as I sat next to her. "I don't think I can top a futanari threesome."

"I know some girls who could give Amy and Darlene a run for their money," she said.

"Really?!?"

"You've only scratched the surface," she said with a smile. "There's a whole variety of futanari that you haven't tried yet."

"Well, your recommendations haven't been off at all," I told her. "You're like the Jane Goodall of futanari."

That made her laugh. The little snort she gave convinced me that she wasn't faking it. I loved our relationship. Even though we weren't monogamous, we both enjoyed futanari sex. Sybil owned numerous homes, but this one was her favorite.

"So, are we staying in for dinner tonight?" I asked her. "If we're going out, then I feel like Mexican food."

"That's good... but first... I need to ask you something."

I tried and failed not to look worried. The jocularity that was on her face had vanished in an instant. My mind instantly raced to the infinite variety of bad news that she was about to hit me with: breakup, cancer, bankruptcy, etc.

"How much do you know about Marianne's past?"

I audibly exhaled in relief, slapping a hand on my forehead. "Jeez! I thought you were going to give me some bad news."

"Well, there might be some bad news. But, seriously, what do you know about her past?"

She was referring to our shared futanari sex slave. Though Sybil had been with much more futanari that I had, she was addicted to Marianne. Before she had belonged to either of us, she had served my late father. I had inherited her after my dad and I had reconciled after years of estrangement.

"I mean, I know she was born in Ohio, and that she has an older sister that works as a paramedic there. That's it. Why? What's wrong?"

"I... don't know how to put this... but I think she's sterile."

"You mean... she can't have kids?"

"Yeah... or make them."

I was curious. "And you think this because...?"

"Okay," Sybil said, sitting up and adopting the mien of a gossiping schoolgirl. "So, apparently, she hooked up with one of my girls by the name of Tiffany. She's a great escort, but she's a bit scatterbrained. You see, one of my requirements for working here is frequent STD screening and medical checkups."

"Yeah?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"Well, there was a bit of... clerical confusion. Long story short, Tiffany has been off her birth control for almost a month. Before you say anything, I've already reprimanded her and put her on probation. But other than Marianne, Tiffany has only been with men and women."

"I don't get it."

"According to Tiffany, she let Marianne creampie the hell out of her. I know Tiff, and she's quite fertile; she's got 5 sons. Her doctors confirmed that she's still capable of getting pregnant."

"Well, maybe we should take Marianne to the doctor," I suggested.

"I already did," Sybil said. "She doesn't have any swimmers in her semen, and even though she gets regular periods, I don't think she can get pregnant."

"Well... have you talked to her about it?"

Sybil heaved a sigh. "I tried to broach the subject a while back... but then she started crying."

"Yikes. Did you want for the both of us to talk to her?"

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a little adventure with me."

"Where to?"

"St. Louis," Sybil said. "I've set up an appointment to speak with a guy named Dr. Burleigh, He's one of the foremost futanari specialists in the country."

"Sure, it sounds fun! Do we need to get a jump on plane tickets?"

Sybil rolled her eyes and gave me an amused look. "Plane tickets? You are such a baby millionaire."

Sybil was right to say that because we ended up taking her private jet. The flight was 4 hours from Virginia to St. Louis. We checked into our hotel that afternoon and then drove over to an upscale building downtown. We were waiting patiently in the lobby for about 15 minutes before a nurse escorted us back to Dr. Burleigh's office.

"Miss van der Geit!"

We were greeted by a man in his sixties, who was wearing khaki pants, a white buttoned shirt, and a blue sweater vest. His bespectacled face with adorned with a shock of white and silver hair on both the top of his head and his chin. He shook both of our hands warmly and ushered us into his office.

"And who is this handsome fella?" Dr. Burleigh asked as he looked at me.

"My boyfriend, Trevor," Sybil said.

"Well, it's great of you to come all this way. Please, have a seat."

He sat behind his desk while Sybil and I sat down in the armchairs in front of the desk.

"Can I get you both anything? We have Dasani or some sodas."

"No, thanks," Sybil said.

"I must say, I was skeptical about meeting you... but after seeing that rather sizeable donation you made towards my family's charity for progeria... you certainly put the other donors to shame."

"Well, I believe in being generous."

The doctor heaved a sigh and folded his hands. "I saw the picture that you sent of your friend... Mary?"

"Marianne," I corrected.

"Right, right. Well, when I saw her and heard that she came from Ohio... I quickly put two and two together. I'm glad you came in person, because this is very sensitive information that I'm going to give you."

"Sybil and I really appreciate you seeing us on such short notice," I told him.

"Does the name Robyn Hiller ring a bell?" Dr. Burleigh asked us.

Sybil and I shrugged, and the doctor heaved another sigh.

"I've been studying futanari for over twenty-five years. I've authored several award-winning papers on them, and I'm still making groundbreaking research into them. I studied under the foremost authority in the field: Dr. Henry Robinson. There were a few of us back then, but the only two of us that ever amounted to anything were me and Robyn."

"So, she's a doctor?" Sybil said.

"She was, and quite a respected one back in the day. While Dr. Robinson and I were passionate about futanari, she was obsessed. She saw them as a higher lifeform. With her intellect, she could have been a tenured physician with the world at her feet, but... well, she flew too close to the sun."

"What happened?" I asked.

"It was a big scandal," Dr. Burleigh said, shifting uncomfortably in his office chair and rubbing the back of his neck. "She'd been conducting unethical experiments on futanari. She was falsifying documents, stealing medication, and dealing with shady people. It broke my heart when the authorities found out. She had her medical license revoked, went on the run..."

"And her test subjects?" Sybil asked.

"For the sake of privacy, their names were never made public... but, between you and me... I think it's highly likely that Marianne is one of them."

I had always wondered why Marianne had been gifted with such an amazing body. She had enormous breasts that produced extraordinary amounts of milk, a larger than average penis, and a fantastically large ass. Could all of them have been the product of some crazy doctor?

After thanking the doctor for his time, we went back to the hotel. Thankfully, the hotel had a nice restaurant inside, so we stopped for lunch. I thought Sybil would be deflated about coming all that way to hear only a sliver of information, but I was wrong.

"Well, we definitely have to track down this Dr. Killer," Sybil said excitedly.

"Hiller," I corrected.

"Right, right. This is no big deal. I have a few private investigators on retainer that can do some research for me."

"Don't you think it would be easier to have Marianne see someone like Dr. Burleigh? He seems like he knows what he's talking about."

Sybil grasped my hand and said, "You don't get it. If this doctor experimented on futanari like Marianne, then there could be more like her! Could you imagine several big-titted lactating cock whores like her?"

I had to admit, the prospect had me both intrigued and aroused. I couldn't help but crack a smile, which made Sybil squeal loudly and stamp her feet like an excited child. Several of the other patrons in the restaurant looked in her direction, but I knew that she could care less what they think.

"Well, this has been a very productive day," Sybil said. "I really appreciate you coming with me."

"Of course," I said. "You make my life very interesting."

She smiled before leaning forward across the table to give me a loving kiss. She then opened her menu and started reading.

"I'm starving. Let's get some food, then maybe catch a nap, and I think there's a spa here. I could really use a... huh."

I looked up from my menu and looked at Sybil with confusion. She had a dreamy expression on her face. She started sniffing the air like a hound, turning to her left and right. Finally, she stopped while looking towards her left.

"What is it?" I asked.

"There's a futanari in here."

I had almost forgotten. Sybil was an F-Type. She was able to locate futanari purely by her sense of smell. A fully clothed futanari could easily pass for a regular female in public, but Sybil could easily detect them.

She gave another sniff, looked at me and said, "Don't be too obvious, but look over at the bar."

I looked through my menu for a few minutes, and then looked over at the bar. Behind the counter was a beautiful woman wearing a collared, long-sleeved black shirt and a sliver necktie. She was slim, with her lovely short brown hair styled in a choppy layered haircut with shaved sides. She was mixing some drinks and smiling pleasantly as she spoke to some patrons.

"Oh, she's perfect," Sybil whispered. "We should ask her out."

"Seriously?" I chuckled.

"Hell, yeah. Oh, Trevor, I'm so wet. Call her over."

When our waiter came over, I slid her a crisp fifty-dollar bill and asked her to send over the bartender. The waiter happily complied, pocketing the money and briskly walking to the bar. Sure enough, our mystery woman walked over to our table a few minutes later.

"Good evening," she said. "My name is Danica, and I'm the bartender. Were you needing my services?"

I looked over at Sybil and said, "Darling, didn't you have something to ask the nice lady?"

Danica and I looked over at Sybil, who was blushing profusely and grinning like a loon. Danica smiled and remained composed, until she gave the air a few conspicuous sniffs. She looked over at Sybil with a curious expression.

"Ma'am, I..."

"What time do you get off work, Danica?" Sybil asked.

"Eight."

"We'll be up in room 3825... if you're interested."

Danica was clearly too flustered to speak, but she was squirming like a smitten schoolgirl. She smiled and quickly went back to the bar. She took a deep breath before resuming her duties, but every once in a while, she'd look over in our direction with an expression of interest that I was very familiar with.

After our lunch, we enjoyed ourselves until the sun went down. Thankfully, the hotel had a lot of nice amenities to enjoy. There was a full-service spa, a great pool, and a whirlpool where we lounged and chatted with other guests. When it was close to eight, we went up to our room, showered, and put on some bathrobes. We lounged on the couch, watching television and sipping wine.

It was about fifteen minutes after eight when a knock came at the door. We both rose from the couch and Sybil pranced over to answer the knock. She opened the door and we saw Danica standing at the threshold.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said.

"Oh, no, sexy," Sybil said. "We've been waiting for you."

Danica gave a bashful smile as she entered the room. She looked around, saw me standing in the room, and barely got to say hello before Sybil took her into her arms and kissed her. Danica gave a surprised squeal as she found her mouth being explored by Sybil's eager tongue. For an F-Type like Sybil, Danica tasted delicious. We both knew that this was only the beginning of her meal.

Sure enough, Sybil's slender fingers went to work undoing buttons and removing articles of clothes. In a matter of minutes, Danica was only wearing a pair of briefs and a bra that contained perky, mango-sized breasts. With a snarl, Sybil yanked down the front of Danica's bra and latched onto her hard nipple.

"Oh, fuck!" Danica cried. "Oh, that shit feels good!"

Her mouth then went oval-shaped as Sybil quickly put a hand down the front of Danica's panties and began probing around. The poor thing struggled to stay standing. Sybil had a look of utter triumph on her face; she knew that our guest was like putty in her hands.

I quickly removed my robe and gently stroked my cock as I watched the two go at it. After Danica was relieved of her undergarments, Sybil took off her robe. As much as I wanted to go over and have my fun with Danica, I knew well enough not to cramp her style when it came to futanari sex.

As Sybil kissed Danica's neck, Danica noticed me and gave me a look of pure longing. Apparently, she was very interested in my naked form. Sybil noticed and used her hand to turn Danica's face back to hers.

"You'll get to play with him later," Sybil said. "Now, you're mine."

"Yes, ma'am," Danica said with a smile.

Even though I wasn't part of the mix yet, I was really enjoying seeing the two of them kissing. Just when I thought things couldn't get hotter, I watched Sybil drop to her knees. Both of us were thrilled to watch Sybil take Danica's rod into her mouth. Both of their eyes fluttered shut as Sybil fellated our new friend.

I watched the smile on Danica's lips turn into an oval. I knew exactly what she was going through; Sybil was a master at giving blowjobs. I thought back to our very first meeting, where she took me into an unoccupied room of a country club, went down to me, and sent me up to heaven.

That's exactly what appeared to be happening to Danica right now. Her hands were clutching both sides of Sybil's head, and I could imagine the conflict raging within her. I could see that she was wondering if she should allow this amazing head to continue, or pull out to avoid going insane.

Danica was making a noise like a dying elk, which was surprisingly arousing. She was stamping her right foot, trying very hard to stay on her feet, while Sybil kept a viselike embrace on her waist. I was warring between the need to join in or possibly save Danica.

"OHHHH, FUCK! Ohhhhhh! What the fuck are you doing to meeeee?!" Danica cried.

Sybil gave a muffled chuckle of triumph as she looked up at her. She took her mouth off Danica's dick and said, "Yeah, I bet none of your bitch girlfriends have ever given you head like this. You want more?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Wish granted."

Sybil slurped that erection into the Thai massage parlor that she called a mouth. Danica took deeper breaths this time, better prepared for what she was literally getting into. She thrust herself into Sybil's mouth, moaning and grunting as she fucked her skull. In my opinion, it was a bad idea if she wanted to prolong things. In a matter of minutes, she was up on her tiptoes and squealing as she gave up her goo to Sybil's hungry mouth.

Sybil compassionately released Danica and she stumbled back and put a hand up to steady herself against the wall. Her dick was throbbing and dripping cum and spit onto the carpet. On the other hand, Sybil didn't dare let a drop of cum go to waste, licking it off of her face and chest. Danica looked winded, while Sybil looked hungry for more. As a matter of fact, as Sybil got to her feet, Danica adopted a look of mild panic.

"That was some unbelievable head," Danica panted.

"Thanks, I've been told that often," Sybil said. "Ready for round two?"

After taking a deep breath, Danica regained her composure and said, "Sure. How about we give pretty boy over there a turn? It's been a while since I've been with an AMAB."

"AMAB?" I asked.

"Assigned male at birth."

"Ohhh!" I said in realization.

"Come on, handsome," Danica said, nodding over towards the bed.

Being the gentleman I was, I let Danica get into the bed first. I did this for another reason. You see, I had only been with futanari that were in some way subservient to me, be it Marianne or any of Sybil's escorts. I didn't know what kind of futanari Danica was, so I wanted her to tell me how she wanted to be fucked.

"Come on," Danica said, patting the bed. "I don't bite."

"That's what they all say," I quipped.

As soon as I crawled onto the mattress, Danica kissed me. Gently, she put me onto my back and got on top of me. I could feel her nice tits squishing into me. With a smile she broke our kiss, sat up, and reached down to grab my dick. Even though I couldn't see, I could feel the tip of my dick pressed against a wet slit, which was quickly breached.

Danica and I locked eyes and shared an exhale as she took me inside of her. She didn't ride me right away, caressing my chest and grinding on my lap. Around my dick, I could feel her pussy getting wetter.

At last, she started slowly moving her body up and down. I put my hands on her slender hips, drinking her in with my eyes. Seeing her drooling mouth, bouncing breasts, and pert tummy was an unparalleled pleasure.

We both turned our heads as we felt the bed shift; Sybil had crawled in to admire our coupling. I had to admit that I was too wrapped up in sex with Danica to remember that my girlfriend was in the same room. This time, Sybil was gentle, opting to kneel behind Danica and suck on her neck while fondling her breasts. Apparently, Danica was enjoying our dual attentions. I could see her penis regaining its vitality before my very eyes.

"Ohhh, yeah," Danica moaned. "Damn, your boyfriend has a great cock."

"He sure does, beautiful," Sybil whispered in her ear. "And so do you."

Danica gasped as she felt my girlfriend's fingers grab her renewed erection. Sybil gently stroked Danica as she bobbed up and down. She turned her head towards Sybil and opened her mouth, prompting her to open hers and stick her tongue into it.

Then the smell came. It smelled like maple syrup and unwashed flesh. I knew instantly that it was emanating from Danica. Futanari released powerful pheromones when they were sexually aroused. The scent seemed to rush into my nostrils and flood my brain.

Thanks to these pheromones, I was reduced to a rutting beast. I ceased being passive, opting to raise my knees, plant my feet on the bed, and drive my dick into Danica's cunt. I'm not sure if it was a coincidence, but the pheromones seemed to get stronger by the second.

"Ohhhh, yeah," Danica growled. "You like this wet, tight, futa pussy, don't you?"

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah," I growled.

"Fuck her harder, baby," Sybil cooed.

Believe me, I didn't need to be told twice. The surge in pheromones was like gasoline on fire. I found it so much easier to increase my speed due to those slick sugarwalls of Danica's. Sybil kneaded the futa's breasts, toying with her nipples and making her cry out with joy. She was licking Danica all over, making her skin gleam with saliva and sweat.

"Oh, God! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!"

Danica sat up suddenly and broke our connection. She squatted over my crotch as her pussy gushed a torrent of clear juices onto my lap. Funny enough, her dick hadn't expressed itself yet. She collapsed onto her side, looking as though she were recovering from a paroxysm of sorts. I sat up in bed with concern.

"Shit, are you alright?" I asked.

"You made me squirt," Danica gasped as she righted herself. "Jeez, I haven't done that since college!"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Danica replied, her face beet-red. "That was amazing."

"Well, get your shit together," Sybil said, plopping onto her back and spreading her legs open. "Come here and fuck me with that futa dick."

Though she looked a bit dazed from her female orgasm, Danica still crawled over and got on top of Sibyl. My girlfriend reached down and used her hands to spread herself wide, welcoming Danica's turgid cock. Sibyl wrapped her arms around Danica's back and sunk her fingers into her flesh as she felt her lower lips being pierced with Danica's cock.

"Oh, yeah," Sibyl moaned. "Use me as your cock sleeve, honey."

"Oh, I'm going to do more than that," Danica said before she started pumping her hips.

Sibyl squealed and grabbed the sheets as she was rocked up and down. As I looked at the expression of ecstasy on her face, I didn't feel envy seeing a stranger railing my girlfriend. I knew how passionate Sibyl was about futanari, and seeing her being fulfilled by one, emotionally and physically.

Danica was clearly having a great time as well. I was jacking off while watching her ram her cock into Sibyl's soggy twat. She had a gleam in her eye, and slung both of Sibyl's ankles on her shoulders. Sibyl was yelling expletives and squealing while she was getting pounded. I think at one point she was crying with joy.

"Ohhhh, you bitch! Get ready! I'm gonna cum!" Danica cried.

Sibyl's response was a bit unintelligible, but I could tell that she had hit her limit long ago. Danica squealed and squirted into my girlfriend. She put out her arms to prop herself up on the bed and keep from collapsing onto Sybil.

"Oh, man," Danica groaned. "I feel like an explosion just went off in my head."

"Sibyl?" I said with concerned. "Baby, you okay?"

"Uhuhunnnh," Sibyl moaned wearily.

"I think she's gonna be out for a while," Danica said. "Sorry that I broke your girlfriend."

"Trust me, she's going to have sweet dreams about you tonight."

Danica chuckled and rolled off of Sibyl, lounging on her side. "You know, I've worked here for three years and NEVER had the chance to stay in any of these rooms, much less hook up in them."

"Man, I'm starving," I said as I got off of the bed. "I think we burned off that nice lunch we had in the restaurant downstairs."

"I know a great Italian place a few blocks from here," Danica offered, rolling out of bed and walking over to me.

"Let's just order room service," Sibyl groaned. "Just let me grab a shower and we can order from the menu." She got off of the bed, walked over to Danica, and rubbed her balls. "You're sleeping here tonight, that's not up for debate."

"Okay," Danica said brightly.

"Good."

Sibyl gave us each a peck on the mouth and headed towards the bathroom. I was about to look for the room service menu, but I felt a foreign hand grabbing my still-erect penis. I turned my head to Danica, who was smiling while stroking me.

"Looks like someone didn't get to stream their cream," she purred.

"I guess not," I said.

She let go of my cock, walked back to the bed, and bent over the side. She looked over her shoulder at me and waved her backside seductively.

"Come and get it," she said.

I immediately accepted her offer of carnal pleasure. I got up behind and grabbed that beautiful rump of hers. Danica squirmed with anticipation as she waited for me to enter her.

"If you're going in the back way, at least spit on it a bit, and go slow."

"Don't worry, no anal adventure before dinner," I assured her.

"Good.... mmmmph... oh, yeah."

I could feel her body shudder as I buried myself up to the hilt of her womanhood. I pumped steadily into her, grateful that she was still wet from her romp with Sibyl. I sent a hand down her sweaty back and all the way down to her ass, where I gently cupped one of her perky cakes.

"Do me a favor," Danica breathed. "Give that thing a slap or two, won't you?"

"Absolutely," I grunted.

While holding her waist with my left hand, I cracked her ass with my right. Danica cooed and giggled with each strike. This felt so good. My knees bucked against the back of her legs, her wonderful ass was bouncing against my pelvis, and Danica was still a pheromone factory.

I leaned forward and pressed my body against her back. Reaching underneath, my hands found Danica's perky, wobbling teats. They weren't huge, but they were nice and supple in my grasp.

"Oh, yeah, sexy, don't let up," Danica groaned. "Oh, this is the best."

"Ugh, yeah! I might have gotten you second, but you are anything but sloppy."

"Ooh, you smooth talker, you!"

I sent one of my hands downwards toward Danica's pelvis. Between her legs, I found her penis to still be flaccid from her time with Sibyl. Still, I grabbed her limp, leaky noodle and gently squeezed it. This prompted her to start bucking her hips against me. Then she let out that wounded animal noise that I loved oh so much. That noise sent me over the edge and I blasted her insides with my seed.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, wow. I... I think I'm going to have a steak for dinner," I panted.

Danica laughed as I pulled out of her. She stood up and looked down to see my cum running down her legs. She looked up at me and giggled.

"Is it kind of fucked up that I feel bad for the guys who have to clean this off of the floor since I know them?" Danica asked.

"Meh, we'll just leave them a big tip," I shrugged.

"Well, I've had some great tips tonight," she joked.

We walked into the bathroom to get a shower. Sibyl was about to leave, but she changed her mind after seeing the two of us. After a lengthy joint bath, we exited the steamy bathroom and ordered some dinner to be sent up to our room.

I had a medium cooked ribeye steak with a side of mashed potatoes. Sibyl had a huge plate of Cajun pasta with grilled chicken. Danica had a roasted quail with wild rice and carrots. Danica got a kick being served by her coworkers. After dinner, we all cuddled on the bed and watched TV until we fell asleep.