Jeep Hair Don't Care

With the exception of a certain campus in Lubbock, there is not a more concentrated amount of beautiful coeds anywhere than on the 40 Acres. Those incredible Texas women are everywhere and sure to distract any male from their studies.

Except, me. I was a gangly, 130 pound cross country runner and not quite the prize these women were surely seeking on campus. I didn't mind; I was laser focused on my double major in Public Administration and Entrepreneurship. Moving here from the East Coast was the greatest time of my life. I was close to some family here, and Austin was still the college town you simply can't find today among all the construction and new urban sprawl.

In the June after my sophomore year, I moved off campus. Jester Hall had lost its luster, and I was ready to put my studies to work. To do so, I joined in renting a house on Lake Travis, something virtually impossible to do now. Anyway, it was a four bedroom, two bath place with a boat slip on a good sized lot. Best of all, I had the place to myself for the summer as my roommates headed home for the three months. I don't blame them since Texas summers can be brutal, even on the lake.

I put my time to good use immediately. I found two used jet skis in need of some attention and fixed them up for use. On campus, I posted ads around the various bulletin boards in buildings for jet ski rentals. This income allowed me to pay rent and eventually buy some brand new jet skis. Today, I would have been sued out of business. Then, it was just fun times and I tried to be a good neighbor and never had too many customers at any one time.

In late June, that boat slip was looking awfully lonely, and I realized I needed a boat. Or least I did when my uncle in San Antonio called me with an offer. He was headed to Europe for a 20th anniversary trip with my aunt, and thought I might like to borrow his 15 foot Starcraft.

My answer was easy, but with one caveat. I had no way to get the boat. My uncle solved the problem quite easily in one phone call.

"I have the perfect person to deliver the boat with only one requirement." He told me.

"I'll do just about anything for a boat." I replied.

"Well, Donna's summer job here fell through, and she has the time to drive the boat up there."

"Ok, but what's the requirement?" I asked, thinking of my Aggie cousin Donna.

"She will need a place to stay while we're out of country. Donna didn't want to do summer school in Aggieland, and San Antonio is too far from anything she wants to do. Lake Travis would be perfect for her for July."

"I can handle that. She'll have plenty of room here and her own bathroom." I was focused on that boat, not considering the ramifications of a roommate.

But, the deal was done, and I had a boat on the way. With the the center of my entrepreneurship studies, I decided to explore uses for the boat within the confines of local ordinances. At this point, there were no boat rentals on this part of the lake. I liked my chances just based upon the businesses located upstream.

With no cell phones back then, I was almost surprised to find Donna at my house one afternoon after my morning summer classes. Parked in front of the house was a jeep with a boat on its trailer attached behind it. I found Donna on the boat dock.

She hadn't changed much since the last time I saw her. Compared to my 6 foot frame, she was tiny. Even dripping wet, I probably only weighed a few pounds more. As small as she was, Donna was cute as a button. We had always gotten along, and enjoyed our university rivalry.

"Hey Donna. Is that your Jeep?"

"Hey Zoo. Yup, it's my early graduation gift. Dad gave it to me at my ring ceremony in May."

"How spoiled are you?" I ask Donna as I hug her.

"Not as spoiled as my UT cousin living in a lake house." Donna squeezes me back with a laugh.

"Well, let's get your stuff inside. I can't wait to get that boat wet." I tell Donna as we walk arm-in-arm to the house.

Thankfully, she packs light, and we move the boat over to the local boat ramp. It has a very slight incline and the jeep handles its duties perfectly.

"Meet me at the house. We'll take it for a spin." I tell Donna.

We both drive off, and I'm able to guide the boat into the dock in the calm afternoon waters. I tie off, and take inventory of the boat. We'll need some new bumpers, but the gas tank and ropes look to be in really good shape. The seating isn't cracked or anything, even in the front end, so I'm happy with the thought of renting this just like the jet skis.

That done, I realize Donna hasn't made her way to the boat. I head up to the house to see if she is there, and am greeted by the sight of her coming out onto the backyard deck. Wearing shorts over a one-piece swimsuit, Donna looks just like the cousin I remember her to be. She's not sexy with small breasts, but a well-proportioned ass for her body.

"That's a good idea. I'll go get my suit on." I tell her and head inside.

In my room, I strip down to put on my suit. I'll probably go without a shirt. Looking out the window, I watch Donna check out the jet skis and boat in the water. In all honesty, she is a bit short for me, but I can see her sexiness and beauty shine outward. Stopping myself from looking, I find my cock is rock hard. That was not in my plans, so a quick cold-water splash at my sink helps cool me off.

"Do you ever eat?" Donna exclaims as I walk down to the dock.

"I'm still running 50 miles a week. I'm in no hurry to gain a bunch of weight. By the way, you're looking overly white. See much sun?" I reply."

"Touche. But, actual students actually go into actual classrooms and do actual classwork. And, it didn't help that College Station saw way too much rain during the Spring semester."

"Ah, excuses, excuses. But, I know you'll graduate in December so that's really awesome. What are you doing after that?"

"I'm gonna use some Aggie connections and work in one of the big Texas cities. I'm hoping to help start some new downtown projects and turn existing structures into mixed-use sites. I see certain possibilities in every city, so it's just a matter of matching vision to potential."

"Okay, real estate maven, untie us and let's head out." I tell Donna.

"Aye Aye, Captain."

Donna jumps in as I guide the boat backward out of the slip, and the 50 horsepower motor takes us away at a nice pace. Watching my wake, I head straight out, then push the rpm's up to near maximum. Sitting up front, Donna lets out a little Aggie whoop and smiles back to me.

Late afternoon traffic on the lake is light, so we're able to head upstream unhindered by anyone's wake. Donna comes back behind the glass and sits in the other captains chair.

"I hear there's something called 'Hippie Hollow' around here." She states.

"I don't mess with that. The beach is horrid and usually full of men. But, if that is your jam, by all means."

"Okay. So what do we do here?"

"I've been so busy renting out the jet skis, I don't get on the water. With the boat, we'll be able to explore the coves and party or get some sun. We'll have time to find some good spots. Wanna drive her?"

"Sure." I step aside for Donna to take the wheel. "How does this work?"

I reach around her and place her right hand on the outboard control to show how to accelerate or slow down. We'll worry about the trim control later. Then, I step aside and let her run us upstream to the dam.

"We can't go past those markers." I say, pointing to the dam. "Let's go back."

Donna takes us about, and back we go as the sun falls behind the treeline. At our dock, I step behind her once again and help her trim the motor and then show her how the reverse works. As we idle into the slip, I drop the bumpers and jump out and tie off the boat while telling Donna to turn off the motor. It's a picture perfect landing.

"So what's our schedule tomorrow?" Donna asks.

"Well, first, we'll stow the trailer and have some dinner. Tomorrow, we can head out since I don't have class. I was going to rent the boat, but I think I want it to myself. I can use the jet ski rental data for my boat business, at least on paper."

"Wow, I'm impressed, Mr. Entrepreneur." Donna ribs me.

"That, and we need to get you out in the sun. But, how can we send you back to Aggieland with a tan if you keep covering up in that one-piece suit?" I rib her back.

"Oh, I brought a few more suits with me." Donna replies, and we head off to fix some dinner.

After dinner, I sit down with my business books and plot out the boat business for my next class project. Donna joins me at the desk after changing into some pajamas. I don't know breast sizes, but hers are clearly barely handfuls and her top hugs her hard nipples very tightly. I didn't notice her nips when she was wearing only a swimsuit, but I have a hard time taking my eyes off them for any length of time.

"So, what I'm doing is using my jet ski data to project how a boat rental would affect this business. The big part is how local ordinances will have to change to allow me to rent a boat to groups of people."

"Boring. I'm headed to bed. I can't wait to enjoy the lake tomorrow. I think we should go shopping early, then head out." Donna says, as she stands.

Turning as she stands, I can see Donna's shorts have ridden up her ass just enough to expose an ass cheek. Reflexively, she pulls her shorts down as she walks. Staring at her ass, I cannot make out any panties underneath.

"Good night, cuz." I say as I remove my eyes from her body.

"Night." Comes the reply as Donna turns around to look at me. For the final time tonight, I see the shape of her right tit press out against her top. Donna is quite the sight of proportional excellence.

Happy with my new project, I head off to bed and sleep the night away.

Awakened by the early morning sun streaming into the house, I head to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. There, I find Donna is already up. She has opened the large kitchen window and the sun is strong enough to shine right through her pajamas. The curves of her small body are easily seen, and I detect her perfect, small tits under the material again. Not missing a step, however, I get to the coffee pot and pour a cup.

"Coffee good." I mumble.

"Lake better. Let's go sleepyhead." Donna mumbles back, then heads to her room.

I follow her, but to my room, and throw on some clothes. Heading out, Donna volunteers to drive.

In the open cockpit jeep, our hair flies everywhere, and it's hard to talk in the wind.

"So, how do women feel about messing up their hair in Jeeps?" I ask.

"Jeep Hair, Don't Care."

"What?"

"As we say, it's 'Jeep Hair, Don't Care'." Donna explains. "It comes with the territory."

"I can see why."

Inside the grocery store, we walk together, picking up food and drinks. Back at the boat, we load up a cooler and head out. In fact, we do this several times a week. When I'm at school, Donna is able to enjoy the nearby swimming area, or just hangs out in the yard. Toward the end of June, she assumes some of the rental business jobs and we are able to extend renting to some weekday hours. This keeps us busy and provides money for food and rent.

Happily, for me, Donna really enjoys the sunshine and often wears her bikinis, just not on the boat for some reason. That is, until the second week of July.

At one of our favorite coves, we are hanging out on a small beach. I'm in my chair, and Donna lies at the water's edge. From my perspective, I can watch the lake over her, but it's hard not to look at her body. Donna moves her top to apply more sunscreen. In fact, she completely lifts the suit off her tits, and I catch a view of her nipples. Her tanlines end just above her nipples so it's clear she has been enjoying a lot of the sun.

"You know, I just noticed your tanlines, and you look amazing." I tell Donna as I move my chair closer to her.

"Thanks. I could use your help since you're so close. Will you pull my suit straps off my arms?"

"Of course." I say, as I get on my knees next to Donna. I take the strap over her left shoulder and lightly pull it down her arm. Holding her suit with her right hand, Donna moves her left arm up and out of the strap. Then, I just bend over her and pull the right strap down. Donna repeats the process with her right arm, and then pulls the top of her suit down to a line just above her nipples. I return to my seat next to her and enjoy the new view.

I am soon rewarded again as Donna lifts her top again to apply even more sunscreen to her shoulders and breasts. Being this much closer gives me an even better look at her tits.

"You know, now that I've seen your tits, please know you can trust me. Feel free to enjoy our beach however you like." I tell her.

"Oh, I will. Just wait until later this week." Donna says, with a wink of her eye.

After a half-hour, Donna gets up, holding her top as she does so.

"I'm going to change suits." She says.

"Okay?"

As I watch, Donna wades into the water and stands in the waist deep water next to the boat. Reaching into it, she places her bikini on the side of the boat. Then, back to me, she pulls her suit down off her body, steps out of it underwater, and places it next to her bikini. Now with her naked back to me, Donna steps into her bikini bottoms, and then covers her breasts with the bikini top. She then turns to wade back to me while still tying her suit on.

"How was that?" She asks.

"Fine. I like any of your suits now that your tanning is going so well." I'm not sure what else to say.

Then, for the first time, Donna lies on her stomach and unties the top of her suit.

"Will you put sunscreen on my back?"

"Of course." I say, and Donna puts her arms down alongside her body. I get back on my knees and begin applying the lotion to her shoulders. As I work my way down, I see she has quietly moved her hands in such a way as to pull the backside of her suit bottoms into her ass.

"Ummm, do I get to put lotion on all of your backside?"

"Of course, dummy. Are you a Longhorn, or a teasipper?"

Laughing at that mild insult of sorts, I resume application of the sunscreen. To say I enjoyed rubbing her ass would be an understatement. It is firm and moves very little under my hands. Finishing off her feet, I get into the water and take in the view. Donna's legs are separated just enough to see her entire ass. Whether I intended it, or not, the cool lake water keeps me from getting hard. Once I'm done enjoying my handiwork, I step back to my chair and drip water all over Donna.

"Hey!" She exclaims, while sitting up.

Not even covering up her tits with her hands, I am caught staring at D, piconna's skin, then look away.

"Cut the crap. They're just tits. Here, I'll prove it to you." Donna continues.

With that, she stands,picks up her top, and walks to the boat. Just a few feet from the boat, she tosses the two triangles of material into it, and walks back. As I look her in the eyes, Donna sits down facing me and leans back with her arms behind her.

"They aren't much, but they are still just tits." Donna tells me, as she squeeze her left breast with her left hand.

"Thanks for the anatomy lesson. It's just that you are my cousin, and I don't want to creep you out."

"I know. I'll be discreet out here, but I hope you'll respect me no matter what I do with my body."

"I will respect you, and I'm glad you're here. You probably can't do this at many Texas lakes." I tell her.

"That's for sure. When Dad told me I was bringing the boat to you, I was ready to give this a shot. Austin lakes are notorious."

Enjoying my lunch with my topless cousin made for quite the afternoon. Her tits looked just like I imagined them when they were covered by her pajamas. Not only perfect handfuls, but also mouthfuls. Donna didn't need a big bikini to cover her breasts, and her nipples poked straight out at all times. As much as I enjoyed seeing her tits, that ass rocked my world.

Helping Donna into the boat, I was able to touch her ass as I lightly pushed her over the side of the boat. Not even covering up, Donna took her place in the front of the boat. Lying down on her stomach, Donna was able to prop herself up and watch the lake go by as we headed to the house. As we did so, she turned over and looked at me.

"You want to tie us off, or drive us in?" I ask her.

"I'll drive." With that, Donna steps back into the captain's chair while I jump onto the front of the dock and pull in the boat. Donna definitely has the hang of this, and perfectly reverses the motor, then shuts it down as we moor.

"Good job, first mate." I say.

"First mate? More like Captain."

"Dressed like that, you can be the Admiral for all I care."

"Oh, shoot. I forgot." Donna says, grabbing for her suit or whatever she can find.

"I don't think anyone saw." I say, scanning the area.

"I'll be more careful. Thank you for being so respectful."

"You're welcome. You are quite beautiful, both inside and out. What did you mean by 'later this week'?"

"Oh, you'll see. Let's eat." Donna says as she wraps a towel around her body.

We are able to take all our stuff up to the house in one trip, and then begin cooking dinner out on the deck. Donna heads inside to shower and I drink a beer while watching dinner on the grill. After a few minutes, I take our food inside to find Donna in only a towel wrapped around her waist.

"Can you put some aloe on my back? I think you have the hang of rubbing my backside." She tells me.

Once again, I find myself rubbing down Donna's back. With her back to me, I am able to lightly cover her in the cooling aloe. She looks down as I apply it to her neck, then unties her towel so I can run my hands down to the top of her ass. Somehow instinctively, I kneel behind her so I can reach all of her. Without a word, Donna drops her towel and I drink in the totality of her glorious body. As small as she is, Donna is a magnificent sight. I take my time with the aloe and ensure she is covered just right.

"Dinner is ready when you are." I tell her.

Without a word, Donna leaves her towel where it dropped and walks off to her room. Still on my knees, I grab the towel and stand. Rather than follow her, I return to the food because I am suddenly hungry. That, and in all honesty, following Donna didn't seem like an option.

Joining me in the kitchen, Donna sits down to eat. Seeing her back in her pajamas gives me an idea.

"I'm glad you're here." I don't know what else to say, but my idea comes to mind as she talks.

"I'm glad, too."

"Rather than the boat, would you like to jet ski tomorrow?" I ask. "We don't have any renters the next couple of days."

"Well, I was going to ask you about taking both the boat and one jet ski. It would be fun to ride behind the boat and catch some air in the wake. We could take turns."

"Oh, that sounds awesomer." I reply. "And that would allow us to still bring food."

"So? Is it a date?"

"Sure. It's a date." I smile back. "I need to shower."

"Go ahead, and I'll clean the kitchen." Donna tells me.

With both Donna's naked body and tomorrow's 'date' in mind, I head off to the bathroom and quickly get a raging hard on when I undress. I set the shower to rain cool water on me, and get in. I can't stand it very long, and quickly need to jerk off before I explode. As I caress my cock, I can only see Donna, totally naked, walking from me. Or was it her nipples on top of her small tits? As I shoot my load into the shower drain, I hear the bathroom door open.

"Hey, what should I pull out of the freezer for tomorrow's dinner?" I hear Donna ask over the sound of the shower.

Cucked By My Tits 05

I need a cock to ride in quarantine, I don't care if yours technically belongs to your flat-chested fiance.

And neither do you...

You'd still risk anything to fuck me and my big tits again.


This was an early release elsewhere, hence the quarantine theme but I knew some of you would not want to miss out on the continuation of this series! So enjoy! 😘

(This is a cuckquean kink story - meaning I'm super bitchy to another woman in it - if that's not your thing, feel free to skip this one for now. There will be more to cum)

Moan Slutty with Me: Level Up!

Heya guys and gals, just wanted to make an audio challenge where the listener can choose which level of sluttiness that they want to play along and repeat after based on which one is easiest on their voice. And so I did just that, and made four separate audios for that so anyone can choose which level to go with depending on how bold and slutty you feel. Here they all are:

Level 1: Slutty with no squeaks, squeals, or screams - This one should be the easiest on vocal cords since it doesn't require any squeaking or screaming at all. Just medium-to-loud moans, that's it.

Level 2: Slutty...but higher! - Now this is where things get a little higher and squeakier. Not much dirty talk except for some "fucks" and "ooh, baby"s, but still porny.

Level 3: Slutty and porny...high and loud for Daddy - For those of you wary of trying this challenge out, steer clear because this one requires a lot of squealing and moaning for "Daddy".

Moan Slutty Level 4: Slutty and Porny...Talk Dirty and Scream for Daddy! - Now, this is DEFINITELY one that is potential of spooking some listeners depending on the "fuck me up, Daddy" and "cum inside me" dirty talk, but if y'all feel slutty enough to take this level on and wanna get 'yer ya-yas out, this is perfect for you.

And for those of you who feel adventurous taking on all four levels, godspeed!

You can either record yourself listening and playing along or just play along for the sake of it. I hope you all have a fun, slutty time!

Feel free to send positive (but constructive) feedback. It's what keeps me coming back here to Literotica.

Enjoy!

"The Routine" - Chapter III

Chapter III

There had really been something surreal about his wife sitting on her knees in front of him, her face streaked with cum and her hands massaging the sticky goo into her tits while she addressed their daughter Christine. The girl had obviously been woken by the noise they'd been making and come downstairs to check out what was happening. She'd apparently been shocked by what she saw when her mother greeted her and had run back upstairs like a bolt of lightning.

Damn, Robert thought. This is going to be a problem. Having their teenage daughter around in the house would definitively have an effect on the amount of fucking he had planned to do with his wife in the future.

Unless...

He sat down on the side of the bed, stroking his daughters hair.

“Are you awake, sweetheart?”

She only stirred and kept her eyes closed, but he could tell that she wasn't sleeping. He figured that she didn't want to talk to him and that there was too much going on in her head for her to sleep, so he kept stroking her hair.

“Look at me honey.”

She opened her eyes, and he quickly did “The Routine” on her; The short string of words, the rapid eye movements combined with physical touch. At least that was what he hoped he did, because he still wasn't sure he'd be able to do it right every single time he tried it. He had to make sure. A little question, an easy one? That would settle it, but what?

“Could you sit up for me while we talk, please?”

She sat up, putting her pillow behind her back and pulling the covers up even though she was wearing a night shirt.

“Anything else, dad?”

Relief.

“What you saw just now was me and your mother having sex. You will be seeing a lot of that in the future, and I want you to realize that this is a natural thing. That is why I don't want you feeling ashamed of what you saw.”

Chrissy nodded.

“But nevertheless I don't want you bringing any friends over unannounced. If you're going to bring friends over, give us a call first so that we will know, ok?”

“Yes daddy. Is there anything else?”

Chrissy's blanket had slipped down again, and he could clearly see her tiny tits and nipples standing out against her night shirt. He felt his cock stir momentarily, but repressed the feeling almost as once. She was his daughter for Gods sake.

“Nothing sweetheart. Now go back to sleep.”

She just turned around and fell asleep instantly.

Robert felt spent when he went downstairs again to his cum drenched wife sitting on the sofa having a drink and spooning up come with her fingers, putting it in her mouth and rolling it around a little before swallowing, all the time throwing seductive glances at the camera he had left running on the table before her.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, my dear stallion?” she purred and pushed a few fingers up her glistening cunt. He knew he wanted to see her red lips around his cock again, but being totally exhausted from the evenings wild fucking, he just asked her to make him a drink and sat down to enjoy a smoke.

“No smoking inside the house!” she shouted from the kitchen. She actually sounded a little angry, and he just realized that even though she was under his influence, he couldn't do just what he pleased without telling her first that it was ok. He wondered if he should tell her that he could smoke inside the house if he wanted to, but realized there was a good reason for it, so instead he told he to bring his drink out to the back yard.

Just as Joanna handed him his drink, his phone rang. He looked at the display and saw that it was his boss calling. The time was 11:00 so he wondered what he wanted at this hour.

“Why don't you undress and take a swim while I answer this,” he told his wife and took the call.

“Yes?”

“Robert. How is your weekend coming along?”

“It's coming along just fine thanks to you, Mr. North. I'm having a nice drink out on the patio right now, and my wife is having a swim.”

“And your project?”

“Nearly finished. Just testing it right now.”

Robert smiled as he watched his wife climb into the pool, completely naked and not a worry in the world about whether the neighbors could see her or not.

“That was fast,” his boss answered. “You have really been working hard, but I'm not surprised. Listen. The reason I'm calling. I wondered whether you were coming in tomorrow or if you needed a few more days off?”

Robert thought about this. It would really be nice to have a few more days to practice his new found skill, but then again his wife would be at work tomorrow. He felt his cock stir as he thought about maybe testing it on some complete stranger.

“I can come in tomorrow if you need me,” he answered, leaving the decision to his boss. There was a short silence while Mr. North considered what to answer.

“Why don't I come over so that we could discuss it over a drink or two,” Mr. North answered and Robert sort of knew what his intentions were. His mind worked furiously as images of his wife fucking Mr. North went through his head, and he decided he liked the thought. He himself was totally spent, but he still wanted to watch his wife being slutty and what better way. Besides, he owed Mr. North a big one after the incredible gift he had gotten from him.

“Sure. Come on over.”

Joanna was still naked, laying on her sunbed with her towel beneath her when the doorbell rang. Robert had also taken a swim to cool off in the hot summer night, but he was wearing a t-shirt and bathing trunks when he opened the door.

Mr. North wasn't alone. With him were two women, one that Robert recognized as Mr. North's busty secretary and another, a tiny Asian woman, that he didn't recognize. She was carrying a bottle of wine.

“You've met Miss Ranger,” Mr. North said as he presented his secretary. “And this is Mrs. Jacobs whom we just picked up outside a liquor store downtown. Say hello to Mr. White, Mrs. Jacobs.”

“Hello.” Mrs. Jacobs took his hand and smiled as Robert lifted an eyebrow and looked questioningly at his boss. “Nice to know you. Will there be anything else, Mr. North?”

“Yes. Please step inside.”

Robert took a step aside to let the guests in and proceeded to show them out on the patio in the back where his wife was waiting. She got up and walked over to greet them all, smiling and not showing a sign of shyness despite of her nakedness. Only Mr. North seemed to pay any attention to her beautiful figure.

“Can I get you anything,” she smiled at her male guest. “A drink maybe, or a blowjob.” This was just what Robert had instructed her to say. He had also told her to do anything that Mr. North asked her to do. If not instructed to do anything she would just sit on her knees in front of his boss.

“A drink would be nice. And maybe some glasses for Mrs. Jacobs wine. The blowjob can wait.” he smiled.

“Certainly,” Joanna answered and went into the house.

“Why don't you girls get your clothes off too? Wouldn't want Mrs. White to be the only one naked here, would we?” he said addressing the women.

“Of course not, Mr. North,” the women answered in unison, followed by a: “Will there be anything else?” after they had shed their clothing on the ground.

The secretary, Miss Ranger, had a set of enormous tits that floated out of her bra as she took it off. She was a curvy woman with a nice shaped ass, blonde hair, and long legs that seemed to go on forever, especially when she was wearing high heels.

Mrs. Jacobs was the quite opposite, a small, slender woman with barely no tits at all, but a face like an angel. Robert couldn't decide whether she was 15 or 35. Probably somewhere right in the middle, he thought. At least she was old enough to buy wine.

Mr. North just matter-of-factly told them to eat each other out, and as Joanna returned with his drink and sat down in front of him, the other two women climbed into a 69 position and started to work on each others pussies. Robert just sat back and enjoyed the show, and Mr. North did the same.

The busty, blonde secretary was on the ground, her milky white skin a contrast to the darker Asian with her black hair, framing the doll like face before it dug itself in between the white thighs of the larger woman. Robert noticed that both women were hairless down there, and again he made a mental note to ask his wife to follow their example. The women were soon starting to moan and rub their sexy bodies against each other while their breathing got heavier.

“I think I will be needing that blowjob now Mrs. White,” Mr. North said after just a couple of minutes. Robert could see that he had started to sport a boner, and had to adjust it.

“Certainly. And please call me Joanna.”

Robert picked up the camera and asked if Mr. White would mind if he taped this. He said that he didn't just as long as it was for personal use only. “Discretion, remember?”

Joanna started by unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the trousers and pulling the zipper down. She fished out a decent, rock hard 6 inch cock from Mr. North's underwear and instantly gulped it down, resting her lips against his pubic hair as Robert could see her tongue working and her cheeks making sucking movements.

“Wow woman... Careful not to make me come immediately. I need to enjoy this a little longer.”

Joanna released the cock from her hungry mouth, smiled and started licking it slowly instead while Mr. North lifted his glass to Robert and congratulated him on his wonderful wife, and of course in succeeding in learning “The Routine” so quickly.

“You know, there are a number of things this can be useful for. Not only sex,” he stated and pushed Joanna's head down on his cock again. He's just using her as a fuck doll, Robert thought, but he didn't mind. He actually enjoyed the thought of her being used as a thing to fuck for anyone that wanted to drop by. Little Mrs. Decency herself turning sex slave over night. The thought made his cock grow in his pants.

“Mrs. Jacobs?”

Mr. North had obviously noticed the growth in Roberts bathing shorts, because he motioned for the tiny woman to do something about it.

“You can lick Mrs. Jacobs pussy from behind while she sucks on Mr. White's cock,” Mr. North said to his secretary.

Tiny Mrs. Jacobs gasped as she pulled out Robert's cock from its confinement. She took it in her hands and just looked at it in awe as she stuttered something about that thing never being able to fit in her. Looking down at the little woman, Robert had to agree, but he sure as hell would like to try. Seeing that beautiful, small face next to his huge cock was quite a turn on, and he just had to capture it on film. So he turned the camera towards her even though he would also have liked to have more of his wife with another mans cock in her mouth on this memorable piece of movie history.

The tiny woman stuck her tongue out and started to lick on his head. She kissed it, let her tongue go around it, kissed it again and moved both her hands up and down his shaft slowly while licking her way down to his balls. She cupped one hand around them and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, moaning as Miss Ranger buried her face between her ass cheeks and started to lick.

“What a beautiful cock you have,” she said before kissing her way up along the shaft again and up to its head. Her beautiful, dark, brown eyes looked up into his as she said: “I surely hope it will fit in me.”

With that she opened her mouth and tried to fit as much of his cock as she could into it, but only a few inches disappeared beyond her lips.

“You need to go deeper than that, Mrs. Jacobs,” he heard Mr. North saying and the woman got up from her kneeling position and bent forward, trying to change the angle of the cock and plunge deeper down on it with her head. Half of it disappeared this time, and it felt and looked fabulous. What she didn't have in oral skills her hands surely made up for. Dribbling lots of saliva down his shaft, she jerked and milked him expertly.

Robert heard his boss grunting and looked over to see him pushing Joanna's head firmly into his crotch. He turned the camera in their direction and zoomed in as his wife clearly swallowed load after load before lifting her head and smiling up at the man that had just fed her his nectar.

“You have a wonderful wife, Robert. Thank you Joanna, that was perfect. Now go over there and help Mrs. Jacobs swallow all of your husbands cock.”

“Yes Mr. North. And thank you.”

The camera took in Joanna's sexy body as she walked over to Robert, grabbed the little Asian by the hair and put her hand on her throat. As she started to push, another inch slid into her mouth and a gurgling, surprised sound escaped Mrs. Jacobs before she started to struggle back. Joanna paid the struggling no attention and started to move the Asian's head up and down while Robert and Mr. North watched in awe as more inches disappeared, more saliva ran down the shaft and more choking sounds filled the patio.

“Stop struggling,” Mr. North said finally. “You love this, Mrs. Jacobs. Just make sure you don't puke on our friend here. Miss Ranger, grab her hands and hold them together on her back.”

Watching the video afterward, Robert was surprised that the woman had survived the ordeal. The camera had captured her widened eyes and her wide open mouth as Joanna was pushing her head down hard on his enormous cock with one hand and masturbating wildly with the other. Forcing the Asian like this obviously turned her on and the moment the lips touched Robert's pubic hairs, his cock buried deep in the tiny Asian's throat, the wife came in one of her frantic orgasms. She almost fell over, her body pinning the woman's head under her as Joanna's body jerked and shook with pleasure. Mrs. Jacobs body also shook, but that was because her air supply had been cut off by Robert's enormous cock and the struggling and the shock had made her urinate a big spray across Miss Ranger's body.

Joanna finally fell to the ground, still moaning from her orgasm, releasing Mrs. Jacobs who quickly lifted her head, finally being able to breath again.

“Wow, that was awesome,” she panted after finally regaining most of her breath. And then she plunged forward again, making the huge cock disappear impossibly into her face. The only reason Robert didn't come right away was probably due to the fact that he'd already cum twice in the last few hours. Nevertheless he started to feel a tingling sensation in his balls as the woman started to move her head up and down his shaft in an increasing tempo.

“Slow down,” he urged her. “Come sit on it instead.”

“Ride him!” Mr. North commanded, and Robert realized that she was of course not his to command. Mr. North had not told her to take orders from anyone but him, but thankfully the boss understood his need to fuck her before shooting his load. And he looked forward to fucking her hard.

Even though she was dripping wet, pussy juice running down the insides of her thighs, she had problems fitting Robert's cock in her. She struggled for a while, taking her time to get used to the size of it and Robert enjoyed every tight second. Her pussy was milking his head and his shaft, and her face was twisted in joyful agony. It was really obvious that she wanted to feel all of his gorgeous cock inside her, and when she finally made it, plunging down on him with all her might, she let out a long, loud scream that Robert had to stifle with his hands so that the neighbors wouldn't start to wonder. As she sat back, there was an obvious bulge on her flat tummy where his cock was, and as she started to move, they all watched with fascination as the bulge moved up and down with her.

Robert had a problem while this was going on. Even though the sigh of the bulge moving up and down on her belly was absolutely wild, what was even more so was the look on Mrs. Jacobs' face as this was going on. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream and her eyes, big as saucers, were absolutely white, being rolled back into her head. It only took her about a minute of this to come.

And her orgasm was phenomenal! She started to shake from her crotch and out, and soon her whole body was trembling, the shaking just increasing in intensity until finally she was more or less jumping up and down, her juices gushing from her pussy and again she lost control of her bladder and shot a stream of urine across Robert's chest. Then she passed out.

Robert felt worry as the tiny body fell over, landing limp on his torso, but he noticed she was still breathing, so at least she was alive. The scene had obviously turned Mr. North on, because he was now standing there stroking a rock hard boner. Robert handed the camera to his wife and told her to keep on filming, because from where he was laying, he wouldn't be able to pick up any of the action.

“I really need to fuck this little vixen's ass,” he panted. “Because if I wait until you have had your monster up there, it would be like waving a base ball bat in a tunnel.” He grinned and positioned himself behind the limp body that was now only held up by Robert's deeply buried cock. Miss Ranger had obviously been trained to assist her boss not only in the daily routines at the office, but also in his sexual ordeals. She sucked on his cock to make it wet and slippery, spit in the crack of the little Asian's ass and pushed two fingers in to make sure she was nice and ready. As Mr. North pushed his cock against the anal rose, his secretary spread the woman's ass cheeks and he plunged in.

On Robert's chest, the little woman let out a satisfied moan and as her body started to rock back and forth on both Robert's and Mr. North's cock, her breathing started to get heavier yet again. Robert could clearly feel Mr. North's cock sliding in and out of her ass and the way her pussy walls milked his shaft almost made him go over the edge. He'd had his cock in this little thing for some time now, and it was a wonder he hadn't come already. Trying to think of something else to keep him lasting longer was almost impossible with these three sexy women around and he noticed his wife was still masturbating while watching and filming the show.

Luckily his boss came right then, burying his dick deep in the bowels of Asia, creaming the insides of her poop canal and the rocking stopped, giving Robert a moments pause to relax. And while his wife handed the camera to Mr. North so that she could clean his cock as per instructions, and Miss Ranger sucked the cum out of Mrs. Jacobs ass, Robert looked into the little woman's eyes and asked if she was looking forward to having her anus ripped by his enormous cock.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world,” she smiled and kissed him passionately on the mouth.

As Mr. North told her to lie down on the table, everybody gathered around to watch Robert slide his monster into her. Her legs were lifted and bent down towards her chest, her arms were held down by her sides and Joanna even bent forward to lick and bite on her nipples. The giant cock, now dripping with juice and glistening in the lights from the large living room windows, was pointed against her anal rose and slowly it began to penetrate her. It looked like an impossible task to fit that thing in this little woman, but even so inch by inch disappeared into her until eventually every 8 inches was buried inside her. Robert started to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but then he increased the tempo until his fucking was almost a blur.

That was when Mrs. Jacobs went totally ballistic. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened in a silent scream and her body started thrashing about wildly. Everybody had a hard time holding her down as every muscle in her little body tightened. She was spewing juices from her pussy, squirting all over and covering the congregation in the glistening fluids, and finally she started foaming at her mouth. Robert kept his tempo up, slamming his cock in and out of the trembling piece of woman before him, feeling the sensation rise up from his balls, up along the shaft and finally, as he pulled himself out of her shit hole with a loud pop, the huge amount of semen that had threaten to leave his body more than once during this last hour, finally was released.

It is a shame that this can't be be posted on the internet, Robert thought. Because this was the most perfect cumshot of all times. Line after line of hot, sticky, white cum streaked across the woman's torso, hitting her tits, her face, her mouth and even landing on Miss Ranger where she was sitting on the edge of the table, keeping the woman from taking off. The woman was drenched. Robert was exhausted and took a step back to allow room for the two cum hungry sluts who dug into his pools of goo.

“Great job, Robert!” his boss said patting him on the shoulder. I knew you had it in you.

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