Original Sin: On Demand 7.0

Author's Note: I often get comments from readers through my direct e-mail, listed in my Literotica Profile. Of late, more are coming from readers making special requests, asking that I write original stories entirely around their fantasies, most involving interracial sex. The first reader-inspired story was Original Sin: On Demand 1.0 and 2.0, which included Black gang-bang, Black impregnation, lesbian sex, and mother-son incest, both are already published.

What I am offering today, is another in a series inspired by the fantasies of a reader I hope you already know well, an older white married gentleman, who I call Malcolm. Malcolm loves his wife, but their's had been a sexless marriage for many years. Quietly alone, Malcolm enjoyed porn online, but he still hungered for a human connection. Online porn had allowed him to explore, and though straight for a lifetime, he is thinks of himself as bisexual but had yet to actually be with a man. In this series he is well past that point now, in a duet with a young Black man named River, and fully reconciled with his wife Margaret, who like Malcolm is also bisexual. Her lover being her long time friend Veronica. Together, the four are ready for The Big Dinner, if they make it past the appetizer.

Your note not only inspired me Malcolm, it has turned into an ongoing series, my favorite yet. Original Sin: On Demand 3.0, 4.0, 5.0, and 6.0 have all been published, and here is 7.0. Again, this is all for you Malcolm!

Original Sin: On Remand 7.0

The Big Dinner

"Honey!" Malcolm said, as he and Margaret, fresh out of the shower after that sexual marathon, were sipping coffee together in their bathrobes. "This has been a wonderful homecoming for both of us, how lucky I feel to have you back. I feel like a newlywed, with a suddenly bright future. I loved you as the beautiful twenty-nine year old I married, goodness I was still a young man at thirty-five, but you are more beautiful than ever, and I love you so. Honey, I have missed you badly!" Malcolm paused, feeling romantic but changing gears. "About River, I see a wonderful opportunity for you to find a new friend and lover in him, us sharing him. Your excitement excites me hugely, and I am so happy for him, what a difference you will make in his life!"

"I agree with your every word, our future excites me too!" Margaret answered. "I need to get some groceries, talk to Veronica who has left me many unanswered texts, and get things in motion for our big dinner with her and River. I love you, and thank you for welcoming me back into your life so fully. I am sorry it took me so long, trust that I love you more than ever, and I am home!"

"About Veronica," Malcolm sounded sober. "I know we both made it feel real, in the throws of our renewed love and lust today, but while I am completely sure about the opportunity for you and River, I don't want Veronica to feel pressured into a quid pro quo. You and she don't owe me anything, I'm as happy as you are that we'll be sharing River. About that I am one-hundred percent sure. I don't feel at all sure about Veronica's real feelings, or about your feelings sharing her with me."

"Oh Malcolm!" Margaret exclaimed. "I am one-hundred percent sure about Veronica as well, she wants you, and I too am as happy as you that we'll be sharing her. We all win in this new 'paradigm,' as you called it. Veronica longs to be taken by you, so hungry to be swept away!" Margaret paused and continued with a laugh at those words. "I want River's sensitivity and Black cock in my life, and will give myself to him totally, loving that you are excited by that, as I am excited to see my husband suck Black cock! Veronica wants the sophistication and handsome authority you command. Take the bitch, you bet that excites me, and sometimes we'll take her together. You and I. Our marriage, is the anchor. It's a new day for us, and I love you for it!"

"I get it, goodness, aren't we lucky. Tell the cunt hello for me!" Malcolm answered. "I owe George a big walk, and I too have unanswered texts from River. Can't wait to talk with the kid. I'm going to blow his mind. So I'll see you in a couple of hours, sweetheart, can you bring home Thai for dinner tonight?"

"You bet," Margaret answered confidently. "With bells on--I'm waxed, bathed, and well behaved!" The two kissed passionately, and each were in motion toward the same greater goal, a perfect new era in their marriage.

Dressed in sweats and on a walk with George, Malcolm called River. He answered on the first ring. "How did things go with Margaret?" River asked. "I've missed you, and got a little worried, not hearing back. Are you okay?"

"Well son, are you sitting down?" Malcolm responded. "Have I got news for you!"

"I'm in the Defender, back in Sausalito, done for the day!" River responded. "My secretary is finishing up in the office, the Luxemotor, so I'll sit right here. I'm hard as a rock dad, can I stroke a bit while you talk?"

"You'll need to, with the story I have to tell." Malcolm responded. "Then when your secretary is gone, you'll need to jack a load believe me." Malcolm paused and laid it out. "Margaret came home and spilled the beans, she and Veronica have been 'lipstick lesbians,' as you suspected. Except that they are both bisexuals, just like us, enjoying gay fucking sex. She sat down and shared her truth over lunch, and I shared mine. Total mutual understanding. She's dying to meet you and intends to suck you, swallow your come, and give up her ass to you like any good woman would. You are one lucky boy, plan on bringing her flowers tomorrow night!"

"Are you serious, she said she wants me?" River questioned. "I can't believe it, tomorrow?"

"Yes! She heard my stories about you, when I called after we met at the dock," Malcolm answered. "She looked up your website, saw your pictures, and she had already been craving Black cock and thought it would only be a fantasy. So today I told her how real it could be, and trust me son, you have a new lover in your life starting tomorrow. She and I have totally reconciled and we fucked away half the day, sharing words about you. She knows everything, at this point she knows you as well as I do. She's more gorgeous than ever, came home in a biker chic outfit, and admitted how badly she had missed me these last five years, I was instantly hard seeing her and the truth came out. She and I are going to share you."

"Amazing!" Malcolm was breathless. "I'm shaking, shocked! Please dad, tell me how I should handle this!"

"Relax son, just be who you are!" Malcolm counseled. "You are a prince, Margaret will make it easy, she jacked her cunt in the airplane fantasizing about you, thinking you could only be a fantasy. As you know from her photos, she is so beautiful, and trained so well, by me." Malcolm assured River. "But there's another twist, Veronica has had a fantasy about me for years, I was shocked too. Margaret is sixty-four, Veronica sixty-three, two stunning 'lipstick' bitches, loving lesbian sex, but both are knowingly bisexual and hungry for cock after five years together. I told you I had felt a good vibe from Veronica, but was blown away that she felt the same about me. Apparently she sees me much as you do. Margaret will sharing Veronica with me, while I am sharing you with her!"

"I don't know what to say!" River stammered. "Can we talk more later, or again in the morning. Will you please text some of those photos of Margaret? I need to get in, smoke a joint, and jack right now."

"I'll do that immediately!" Malcolm said calmly. "Expect a call from Margaret later. She wants to say hello to you before tomorrow, in the mean time, enjoy that jack and know I miss you, and wish I were there to take that load!"

The photos of Margaret were sent, Margaret would return home with a Thai dinner, and news of a good visit with Veronica. Everything seemed in play for The Big Dinner. Margaret liked the idea of a call to River, Malcolm would make the introduction then excuse himself to make his own polite call to Veronica, after which the newly weds would relax for an evening together. Life was good.

"Hello Margaret!" River answered, seeing it was her phone. "I'm so glad to hear from you, and I'm looking forward to meeting you tomorrow."

"River, it's Malcolm, on Margaret's phone!" Malcolm said in an upbeat tone. "We're on speaker, and I just wanted to say hello, hope you got the pics of my gorgeous wife, and want to introduce you to each other. I'm going to leave you two alone, and have a chat with Veronica in my den. Talk to you tomorrow son, take it away Margaret." With that, Malcolm was gone.

"Hello River!" The melodious voice of Margaret broke through. "It is amazing River, I feel like I know you so well, Malcolm obviously thinks the world of you, and he shared so much of that world with me and Veronica yesterday by phone. That set off alarm bells for me, alarm bells that make me blush to admit. Then today, Malcolm shared still more, about you as his first male lover while I shared the truth about my relationship with Veronica as a 'lipstick lesbian" sex fiend. Malcolm and I reunited, after five difficult years, we had torrid sex, and you were a part of every minute of it. I can't wait to meet you!"

"Wow Margaret!" River responded, pretty confidently. "Hearing your voice, so mature and confident, what a voice, hearing you brings me back to earth. Grounded! Malcolm filled me in earlier, but hearing from you makes it feel real. I'm honored to be a part of your fantasy world, I've been hard as a rock waiting to hear your voice. So what's for dinner?" River asked, with a laugh that both enjoyed.

"I love your voice too, so warm and sensitive. Dinner? It will be special, but I hope to have you as an appetizer!" Margaret kept the good humor going. "I understand from my husband, an appetizer from you may well be a dinner in and of itself. Know this River, I have been hungry for this for a long time. I am talking to the young man my husband chose for his first time sucking cock, and then that dominant man gave up his ass to you, my God. It says so much about you, Malcolm is a complex and sophisticated gentleman, his respect for you, his love for you, his fatherly attitude about you, speaks volumes. Over the years, Malcolm has taught me to be 'shaved, bathed, and well behaved' though now I keep it waxed, tomorrow it is all for you River, and I hope just the beginning."

"What a darling woman you are!" River responded, off balance to hear such perfect words from any woman, spoken so confidently. "Malcolm is an amazing man, I know how much he loves you and has missed you these last years, the stories he shared could fill a book. It made me want you so much. It will be difficult to get any rest in anticipation of tomorrow. Malcolm said he would call me in the morning with final details, but now that I've got your number, please beautiful lady, call me anytime. Your voice grounds me!"

"That goes both ways River," Margaret said, her pussy dripping. "This door is wide open. Take care beautiful man, we'll talk soon!" Both signed off, their hands at work, in urgent need of relief. In the mean time, up in his den, Malcolm called Veronica. She answered on the first ring.

"Hello Malcolm," Veronica answered, sounding a little tentative. "I hoped you'd call tonight, just to touch base after what sounds like a very big day for you and Margaret, but I was afraid to expect it. These last few years, you were always on my mind, but my feelings for you were held tightly as fantasy, acted out between Margaret and I. Glad you finally know the truth about our relationship, and my hidden feelings for you."

"What kind, reassuring, and sensitive words from you Veronica," Malcolm answered. "Hearing you now helps me to believe that you might really feel that way. I have felt that way toward you, but could never violate the trust with Margaret, and even after today I doubted that you could be similarly interested in me. I figured that all you saw was white hair and an older man, you are such a young and gorgeous babe!"

"Your handsome, distinguished look, and your voice was the hook!" Veronica answered. "And knowing from Margaret what a sexual animal you had always been, and still are, to her. You are a natural Dom, and I am a natural Sub, I want to be led, but in the context of the kind of love and understanding you show Margaret. I imagine, all those are qualities you show River too!"

"Good to hear, were you a Sub to Margaret?" Malcolm asked, curious. "Though so willingly trained by me, I always want her to get what she needs, and I expect she'll be leading River tomorrow. That said, he's also got a dominant side that needs expression. He showed that side to me last night, I loved it and let him take me."

"Margaret and I were pretty much equal partners," Veronica responded. "Mostly loving oral between us, but with her fancy leather strap on, she did pound the hell out of me vaginally, talking dirty, imitating you. With River, I bet she gets the ball rolling, then hopes he'll take her, you taught her how to give up her ass and she's hungry to be sodomized by a BBC. She is obsessed with Black cock!"

"And you're not?" Malcolm queried. "His cock is a thing of beauty, I'm shocked that women haven't been falling all over him, but it's just the opposite. Nothing but uptight white bitches. He needs exactly what Margaret has, to build his confidence with women."

"I'm drawn to older, sophisticated Doms, in porn and as a fantasy, but have never had it!" Veronica went on. "My husband was a brutal wife-beating bastard, a drunk and a cheat. Margaret rescued me from that, I am so lucky we didn't have kids. I've always wanted to be owned by a real Dom, a sensitive and understanding man, I see that in you. If you ordered your Sub to suck Black cock, I'd love it because it would please you. That's my kink, and we are both lucky that Margaret feels no jealousy."

"Amazing, I get it, and your words make my cock hard." Malcolm was now talking several octaves lower, in a power whisper. "You know, I have always been the dominant, I'm sort of a one-trick pony, using the same dirty words for River that I had always used with Margaret. She and I did some pretty aggressive BDSM bondage, blindfolds, pain play, nipple clamps, ball gags, and the riding crop. Everything driven by word play, as I think you know."

"My body just jerked when you shared that, I love your voice!" Veronica now sounded hoarse. "Yes to all the above, I want to be owned but loved, used and abused, by my Dom. That is not who my husband was, he was just a woman hating drunk, but still the ten years with him left a mark, and in some ways helped me understand my masochistic side. Like Margaret, I've been through therapy."

"Wow!" Malcolm responded, with great empathy. "You are such a surprise Veronica, so amazingly self-aware. Let's take some cautious steps together, with lots of dirty talk."

"May I have your permission to call you my Master, in private, "Veronica wanted to get that point in. "As my Master you will own me sexually, and call me by any name that pleases you."

"You may indeed, call me Master. Cunt, is my favorite word in the world, I love that word, and use it on Margaret and River!" Malcolm responded powerfully. "Now go jack that waxed cunt of yours, Cunt!"

"Thank you Master!" Veronica sounded breathless. "I was masturbating through this entire talk, your words and that voice alone, are all the dominance I need. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Malcolm was breathing hard, both excited and intimidated by a new sense of responsibility to another woman's needs. What he needed, and what his cock needed, was contact with his anchor, Margaret. He headed downstairs as she was coming up.

"Oh honey, what a talk with Veronica, "Malcolm said, not really sure if he felt good or bad about it. "How did it go with River."

"We can't wait to fuck!" She declared. "We practically did over the phone, I'm sure he's jacking off right now, probably Veronica is too, and I'm dripping wet. Tomorrow can't come soon enough. I hope you feel the same."

"Oh I am looking forward to it, of course, especially for you and River!" Malcolm answered honestly. "Did you know that Veronica wants me to be her Dom, and asked permission to call me Master?"

"Yes, she's been in that frame of mind, even in our play talking about you, for some time," Margaret answered. "We both went through therapy, and she does have a need for a dominant, but from a kind and loving, gentleman. You have always been that, in our reality, and in her imagination. I'm glad she was that honest with you. No surprise, you bring that out in all of us. Are you okay?"

"Honey, I am very flattered," Malcolm answered, sounding conflicted. "But today is the day I got you back, I am in love with you all over again, and lucky to have finally discovered man-sex with River, at seventy! I dig the idea of you and River together, it's good for all three of us, sharing and loving that young man. Maybe a threesome. I love all that, but I don't actually have a need for Veronica. I like her a lot, she is beautiful, but she needs exactly what I have with you, in duplicate. Aren't you jealous? Our marriage is a treasure, I don't want to ever hurt you."

"I am not jealous at all, you have trained me well, with her of course you'll be a kind and loving Dom, but it's about sex and maybe threesomes in the future! Our marriage is much more, you've demonstrated your love and faithfulness to me through very hard times. I'm sorry for how I hurt you, how alone you felt." Margaret was adamant. "Enjoy a piece of previously forbidden fruit, with my blessing, on your terms. You are the Dom, that's what she wants, exercise that truth as you see fit. That's what you do, just be yourself. Again, I actually hope it evolved into a regular threesome for us!"

"You are a sweetheart, I've missed you! "Malcolm said, calmed down and resolved. "So what are your plans for tomorrow? Have you and Veronica discussed your level of dress, I counsel sophistication over looking like sluts, that will make being sluts all the more delicious, high heals for sure but no panties. I know you'll be on your knees with River during the cooks tour, I may want to have a look and taste of Veronica's cunt, a first hello. Can't be a pretty as yours!"

"Sixty-three years old and she's got a teenager's pussy, small, pink, and tight!" Margaret said laughing, glad that Malcolm was back in gear. "Enjoy it, I sure do! Yes we are planning on the complimentary 'lipstick lesbian' look, my white bob moused back again, she'll pull her long hair slicked back in a knotted pony tail. She'll be easy to handle. Dinner will be my own Vietnamese, white for Veronica and I, knowing you and River will stick with water. Of course, we'll all share a joint. I'll buy everything in the morning. I told River to be here at five, Veronica will arrive earlier so we can all welcome him. Dinner will be after my appetizer, on the cooks tour. River wants to do a toast. Depending, I might pull out a bottle of champagne, after tasting my first Black cock, I might need it!" Margaret laughed, she had it all planned out.

"Good job honey, let's relax to some blues, "Malcolm growled. "I'm tired, I need my wife's company, and a good nights sleep. I told River about what a whore cunt you were in that biker chic outfit, so much to share with that kid. I miss his cock right now! I've got a picture of it he e-mailed me, wanna see?"

"God yes, share the fucking wealth!" Margaret answered. Get it out baby, I'm drooling! I'll turn the stereo on and grab a joint."

They were again, husband and wife, what a day they'd had, and now a relaxing evening appreciating each other, feeling at home in the home and world they'd created together. In time, they would head to bed, sleep all cuddled up, Margaret waking up first to nurse Malcolm's morning wood, both knowing it was finally Friday.

A busy day for Margaret, and after breakfast Malcolm headed out for a long walk with George and a call to River, reminding him about flowers for Margaret, that navy blue sports coat, and confirming the time. River was excited, but focused and ready.

Malcolm and Margaret had a light lunch, and a short nap, both had things to do to be ready for Veronica and River. Malcolm took his time alone in the bath, dressed to be roughly to be in the same casual zone as River, but her chose a camel hair sports coat. A good contrast with River's navy blue, and while Margaret worked her magic in the kitchen, he took George out for a nice long walk, knowing he wouldn't want the distraction later. As planned Veronica showed up first, she lived just down the hill, and looked ready for the red carpet at the Academy Awards. Malcolm met her at the door, and though they had known each other for five years, this was a new Veronica to him and he was glad that Margaret was still dressing.

"Hello, Cunt!" Malcolm said in a whisper, as the two hugged, a brand new sort of hug, as she pressed her breasts to him, and he reached around and pulled up on both butt cheeks. "You look and feel delicious. I've seen you dressed up before, you and Margaret going to the theater in San Francisco, but today I am seeing you with new eyes. Good girl. I like it, Cunt! You are a peach, and I am going to enjoy eating you today!"

"Handsome Master, I am here for you!" Veronica whispered back through glazed eyes. "I am your Cunt, and so happy to be your peach as well!" Malcolm pulled away, feasting on this treasure, so previously forbidden, and now fully Margaret-approved fruit. As he began to walk around his new Veronica, Margaret walked into the room with a warm hello for her 'lipstick' lover.

"Hello honey!" Margaret said, addressing Veronica. "I'm glad that I was just a minute late, you look stunning, and I see my husband has greeted you as any proper Dom would greet his Cunt, and that is a beautiful thing to see."

Malcolm had, only for a second, slowed his moved around Veronica, hearing his wife's arrival, but with those needed words of approval, he continued his prowl while the girlfriend's greeted each other with kisses and some appropriate fondling. Behind his new toy, Malcolm reached around her with both hands, feeling her breasts, breasts he'd never felt before, and his hands slid down and cupped her cunt, pushing her slinky dress into her with no panties in the way, and pulling her butt against his hardening cock. Veronica moaned, and kissed Margaret who saw and enjoyed her girlfriend's reaction, seeing her melt into her husband's power.

"Spread your legs a bit, push your butt back against my cock, Cunt!" Malcolm ordered, in the hoarse whisper that Margaret knew well, and was just what Veronica had prayed for. At that very moment, there was a knock at the door, it had to be River, but Malcolm was not moving.

"Margaret, please welcome River!" That too was an order, and just what Margaret wanted to hear. She opened the door to a dashing young Black man, wearing a navy blue sports coat, and carrying flowers.

"Welcome River!" Margaret said enthusiastically. "You are one gorgeous hunk, come in, and flowers?"

"For you Margaret!" River answered, and the two immediately hugged warmly

"Hello Malcolm!" River added, in Margaret's arms, "I guess that beautiful woman in your arms must be Veronica. Am I late for the party?"

"No son, you're right on time!" Malcolm answered, holding his prey tightly, and not letting go. "I was just saying a first long hello to Veronica, my Cunt. She is a very good girl, a peach, in fact!" Malcolm stepped back from Veronica, hugged River, gave him a manly kiss. "Do give Veronica a hug, we are all so happy to see you, son."

River gave Veronica, who was weak-kneed and in a swoon, a good hug winking at his dad while Margaret quickly got her flowers in a vase. Malcolm took Veronica's hand firmly, "Let's all sit down in the living room, for a few minutes," Malcolm directed. "Margaret has everything set, and I don't want to slow her down, she's got a cooks tour planned for you son. A proper welcome!"

Malcolm led Veronica, hand in hand, into the living room, settling on the leather love seat, with memories of Wednesday night with River. Margaret led River to the couch opposite them. A joint was lit and passed around, there was a relaxed feeling in the room, but it was also filled with anticipatory sexual electricity. Malcolm listened to the small talk, cuddled Veronica closely, savored the joint, watching, approving, and knowing that this was but a polite interlude. Margaret knew it too.

"River!" Margaret spoke firmly. "I owe you a cooks, lets you and I leave Malcolm with his new found peach, my 'lipstick' girlfriend. I think we are in the way, they almost started the party at the front door!"

"Have fun you two!" Malcolm answered calmly, he was ready to focus on Veronica. It was a big house, he hoped those two would be in no hurry to return, actually, he was sure of it. Standing up, he turned his full attention to Veronica.

"Come here, Cunt!" He ordered in a hoarse whisper, pulling her up by the hand, repositioning her the way they were at the front door, before being interrupted. "Your ass felt great against my cock, Cunt. Push it back, I love the fabric of this slinky dress, no bra and no panties, feeling you up like I own you, feeling that pouting pussy of yours. You dressed brilliantly Veronica, so elegant, and your hair pulled back like that, a knotted pony tail that I'll pull on later. First time I've been with a woman, other than Margaret, in over thirty years, I love it. Later, after dinner, we'll get that dress off so I can feast on every part of you, and I must admit that I was feeling romantic about you, the moment I saw you at my door. Good job! Right now, your Master is hungry to eat that pussy, got it, Cunt?" Malcolm was hot, turning Veronica around, feeling like a kid on a first date, wanting to kiss and make love to such a pretty face.

"I've got it Master!" Veronica responded, barely able to stand, "You own me, take anything you want, any way you want it. Your words are intoxicating, I'm so glad my Master is enjoying his new Cunt!"

"Sit back down, Cunt!" Malcolm ordered, helping her onto the leather love seat. "Pull that dress up, spread those legs, what beautiful legs, and the heals are perfect. At one moment you look so perfect, almost untouchable, but you are really presenting yourself, almost naked, and I just know my Cunt's pussy is dripping!"

Malcolm knelt before this previously forbidden fruit, really the first time that he is seeing Veronica as a sexual being, objectified by choice, at her Master's disposal. She was a sixty-three year old woman, with a pouting, teenage pussy. Just as Margaret had described it, so perfect, a tight but dripping slit, a peach waiting to be opened. He stroked her thighs with both hands, spreading them wider as she moaned, and both thumbs slid in and parted what looked to be closed lips, but they opened like a flower to his touch. His thoughts went to imagining River's Black cock pressing into this vision, almost as seemingly impossible as violating a rosebud. His thumbs went in deep, and for a moment he just loved the sheer beauty of Veronica's genitalia, but he couldn't wait, and went in face first. His tongue searched that pussy's depths, and in an instant out popped a very pronounced clit, so he sucked that bitch cock aggressively.

"Call me a faggot cocksucker, order your Master to suck your cock like like the faggot cocksucker you know I am. I want dirty words, got it, Cunt!" Malcolm had pulled off to give that single simple command, and was back in, expecting to be bathed in dirty words. He was. Veronica obeyed, paying attention.

"Oh my Master! Suck my cock, you faggot cocksucker, I'm about to come already!" Veronica was in on the act, a Sub talking dirty to her Dom, because that was what he demanded, and she loved it. "Keep sucking faggot, I love that my Master sucks Black cock, and even gave up his ass to that Black man River. I expected to be sucking you today, and will do whatever you please, but what a treat, my Master is making love to me, sucking my hard cock with power and love, like the first time Margaret took me. I'm coming, but keep sucking faggot, I'm going to wrap my legs around your head, keep sucking!"

Veronica was shaking her way through orgasm after orgasm, her pelvis thrusting up at Malcolm's hungry mouth. And Malcolm kept sucking, Veronica's clit had become a cock for real, so long, so hard, so swollen and fat, sticking out of that tight little pussy. Veronica began to scream. "Oh my Master, Oh my Master!" She screamed, legs tight around his head, she was one continuous living orgasm. "Suck my cock you faggot, suck my cock. Oh my Master is a cock sucking faggot!"

This drama went on for some time, and neither Malcolm nor Veronica were aware that Margaret and River had returned, and were enjoying the theater, Margaret obviously having received her appetizer more quickly than expected.

Margaret and River clapped, offering their applause, as Veronica went silent while still vibrating, jerking her way through an orgasmic cool down. Slowly, Malcolm's soaked face emerged from between those now limp legs, looking content, having so enjoyed his peach. Of course his cock was hard, but he was a patient Master, loved feeing edged, in fact he thought it a great state to be in while enjoying their dinner. He'd rape his well-sucked Cunt later, the two had finally been properly introduced. Malcolm went up to Veronica's open mouth, her head back, still barely conscious, and tongue fucked his new whore Cunt's mouth.

"Welcome back, you two!" Malcolm was mostly recovered, turning his head. "How did the cook's tour go, River? Did my wife get the appetizer she needed?"

"Dad!" River responded, sounding almost cocky. "Yes she did! I have finally met a real woman, I tried to drown her, but she took it all. Now I'm hungry, for dinner!"

"Good job son!" Malcolm responded. "Let's all eat!"

To be continued by Malcolm, enjoy your new life...