"Ah~ I... did not~" She gasped with pleasure. As she looked on the screen she seen her own face screwed from pleasure, the dildo sliding in and out, her body arched again in climax. She inahled smoke from her pipe... she was like in a dream - locked in one action. If Erik did not interrupt her, she would continued just fucking herself... She moaned as she felt the man pinching her breast - the pain was sooo good...
"Sure..." He bites her nipple hard. "You know what would happen if this video got out?" He chuckles. "Your reputation - your whole life, destroyed in an instant. But you don't care... All you want is more pleasure."
"AHh!" She groaned with pleasure, dildo thrusting faster. "YEss~" She exclaimed hotly, needily. A moan escaped her as the man held her nipple in iron grip, as he squeezed her pussy squeezed the golden dildo... She looked at Erik, her eyes full of need, submission, desire.
With her exhausted body, Vanessa was limp as he pulls her hair, forcing her up. Before stealing her lips, "Mmhhp." She let out a weak moan, until he spoke, "N-no." She whimpered, just as he thrusts forward. "Mmmmmmh!" The heiress' eyes widen as her sphincter was stretched to accommodate Vince's massive meat pole. She soon feels his cock pressing against her gspot, and the back of her womb through the thin walls separating her holes. All while Vanessa's eyes roll back into her head, as she screams inside his mouth, quivering as she orgasms a fourth time in such a short amount of time. The heiress was on the brink of unconsciousness...
"You want to try something different?" Jenny asked and squeezed his dick a little harder as she stroked him. "What's got you thinking different?" she purred into his ear. "What do you want to try? What about this video turns you on? Makes you so hard?" Jenny turned back to the images on the screen but kept her temple pressed against Harold's. The husband and wife watched as the woman in the film blew one man after the other while getting fucked. "She does look like me doesn't she." she teased. "When you watch her do you see me? Do I make you that hard?" she asked squeezing his dick again.
"Goddamn, girl... Keep this up, and I'll fall in love..." Erik laughs, breaking character for a moment, before reverting back to the role play. "A whore like you belongs in prison... But perhaps, if you're good, we can make an arrangement." Biting hard, he doesn't remove the dildo from her cunt, instead electing to thrust forward into her ass.
"Let's make another deal..." Vince grunts. "You promise to fuck me whenever I want... Or I stop this right now and leave you hanging." He breathes. "Just say yes... All you have to say, is yes..." He says softly, knowing that she's not in a proper state to think about what she'd be agreeing to.
Sadly, Vince was right, Vanessa didn't even know what was happening any more. So his urging her to speak only worked in his favor, "Y-yesss, yesss!" She moaned, feeling her fifth orgasm already building up. Her anal walls tightening more than her pussy, as if she was milking his cock for every drop of cum he could produce.
"I...I..." Harold moans softly as she touches him. "Yeah... She looks so much like you..." Something happens inside his mind, and the dam bursts. "It's so hot... They don't love her like I love you... She's just a whore to them... A piece of meat for them to enjoy, but she submits anyway, lets them dominate her and use her like a slut... Oh, God..."
Erik sat down and pulled Faye on his knees - his dick slipped into her ass easily. "Ah~" Faye moaned as she started moving up and down, impalling herself on the man's dick, dildo moving in and out. But her movements were slow, sluggish. Erik, pushed her on her fours, forcing her to let go of the dildo, leaving it in her snatch. Then he started ramming his dick into her backdore. A pleasurable moans escaped her throat, she was taken like a bitch and she was panting like one, her body climaxed now and again...
Jenny increased the pace at which she stroked her husband's dick. "Do you imagine me like that?" she teased "your loving wife being used as a fuck-toy for a bunch of big cocked black men who use her and then send her back to her husband? To you?" For her part, Jenny was heightening her own arousal to the point where she wasn't sure if she was talking to her husband or to herself. Her own pulse quickened and her pussy drenched the new small piece of material covering it. "Do you picture me getting bangbanged? Being a complete and total whore for other men? A 'Queen of Spades' tattoo on my pubic mound marking me as their property?" The last was perhaps a step too far, exposing her own emerging kinks, but Jenny couldn't help herself and the fingers of her other hand began plunging into her pussy. "Imagine me: Your loving wife, Their devoted slut!"
"Good girl." He chuckles, before hilting himself in her ass, filling it up with cum, as she squirts in orgasm. When Vanessa returns to consciousness, both holes dripping as she weakly hangs on to the desk, she sees Vince putting his clothes back on, the door opening and his buxom secretary entering the room. "You wanted me, sir?" She smiles at him, and grins at the sight of Vanessa. "Yeah, honey. Looks like Miss Fitzgerald had a bit of an accident with her clothes, and needs some replacements. Give her yours." With a polite "Yes, sir", the secretary begins to strip, putting her tight fitting, low cut garb near Vanessa so she can put it on when she's recovered.
Erik pounds the blonde's ass hole with gusto, his free hand pistoning the dildo in and out of her cunt so that she constantly feels her holes being used. Idly, he slaps her ass, enjoying the feeling. "Shit... Gonna cum..." The cop groans.
"J-Jenny... Don't... That's so...so dirty..." Harold groans, whole body shuddering as she continues to stroke him, his cock twitching harder. Finally, he howls. "Y-Yes! Yes, I do! I imagine you getting fucked, my love!" Jenny's hand is covered in warm, white goo, as he cums.
Thoroughly fucked into near unconsciousness, Vanessa doesn't even realize his secretary entered. "Aaahn... haah... nhh..." The heiress was left a quivering mess, as both her holes were leaking Vince's cum. Making a puddle of sexual fluids between her feet. It took Vanessa a few minutes to recover, until she's once again coherent of her surroundings. "W-what... where?" She mumbled, "Nnhh!" Until the feeling of her dripping holes reminded her of what she had just done. "You... you bastard!" She growled at Vince, although her tone was missing its earlier fire. Then as she saw the revealing clothes next to her, Vanessa recalls how the fat bastard ripped her dress apart. Making her blush even more, "I-I'll get you for this." She glares at him, as she uses whatever scrap of her dress was left to wipe her lower body. Before begrudgingly changing into the revealing outfit, Vanessa moves sure to wrap her fur coat around her to keep her outfit change a secret as she hurriedly leaves to head back home, unless Vince had something else to say.
"Sure you will." He chuckles, as he orders his secretary to bend over the desk as she just did, seemingly not satisfied yet. "Just remember our agreement." Though she's wrapped in the coat, Vanessa finds it hard to keep herself completely covered 100% of the time, and she spots a few people ogling her cleavage as it's exposed. Finally, she manages to get home, changing out of the secretary's clothes into something more her style.
"B-bastard, what do you think you're doing while I'm still here!" Vanessa scowls at him, before hurriedly leaving, ignoring the gazes she gathered. She drives back home, and sneaks to her room to ensure Lawrence doesn't spot her. After cleaning herself up, and changing her outfit. Khh, no, that bastard is lying. There's no way mom would... She thinks to herself, recalling what Vince said, Vanessa takes the engram and plugs it in the old computer. She then asks Oscar's AI if the things Vince said about her mother was true...
After the first jet of cum blasted from Harold's cock-head, Jenny quickly pressed her lips to her husband's in a passionate kiss as she brought herself to climax as well. As their married couple came down from their shared orgasm Jenny looked lovingly into her husband's eyes. "Wow. That was... hot!" she said with a giggle. Jenny rested her head against her husband's shoulder. "When Chastity and I came home earlier you looked like you were hiding something. Was this it? Was this what you wanted to keep from me?" "You know that I love you right? That you never have to keep a secret from me? You never have to be embarrassed with me or humiliated. You can tell me anything. Share anything with me. I'm your wife, you'll only ever find acceptance with me."
"Of course." The engram replies as she asks her question. "I don't have my predecessor's sexual impulses, but Oscar quite enjoyed his affair with your mother, as I believe, did she." The AI's voice is placid, and not mocking, which somehow makes the revelation worse. "If my memories are correct, Oscar made recordings - first for blackmail purposes, and then, as your mother ceased trying to end their relationship, for his amusement."
"Y-Yeah..." Harold breathes deeply. "I didn't... It's always been so safe between us. I never imagined..." He cuts himself off, shaking his head as she speaks. "No, no... I didn't know I liked...this...until Chastity brought up that porn star. I figured I'd just see her and see if she looked like you. What happened next came as a surprise." He's quiet for a few moments more, before nodding. "I know, dear. I... It's Jetstream..." He shudders as he says the name of the villain that nearly permanently crippled him. "The police are letting him go - apparently they screwed up the evidence, or they planted something to help their case, and now they're backing off completely. He'll be back on the street tomorrow." Harold tries to hide his anxiety, but it's clear that he's scared.
