Chloe pushed the young boy onto his back never letting go of his mouth with hers. Her tongue wrestled with his as he groped her large breasts. She looked down and saw that Clara had removed his pants and was stroking him. I wonder if she is going to fuck him?
"That's what I like to hear." Warwick chuckles. "Now, you're going to do some things for me, now that you've learned to obey."
Clara looked up at Chloe with raised eyebrow, as if she was inquiring about her intentions. Then she lowered her head and started blowing the man, sucking his dick, with surprising level of skill. Damian moaned, his hands squeezing Chloe tits harder as he felt pressure on his dick.
The blond arched, her tits bouncing, air knocked out of her as another climax rocked her body. She fell back on bed, but as she felt Warwick's fingers working on her, she all but screamed with desperate voice. "Anything! Please, I will do anything, just stop!" She all but begged him, as she coiled under his touch.
"You and I are going to shoot a little film." Warwick says, getting off the bed and crossing to the dresser, propping up his phone. "You're going to show the camera exactly how enthusiastic you are, and beg me for more. Refuse, or fail to show the proper authenticity, and...Well...We'll see just how much you can take before your mind breaks."
Spoiler: charisma 20 vs DC 9 - critical success The woman, still tied by the belts, was laying on the bed. She repeatedly nodded her head, all to eager to please him. "Yes! I will!" She easily agreed. She rolled on her knees, her clothes disheveled, her mascara a mess and looked at the camera. "Please, sir, I beg you, mess me up, make me cum, fuck me till I break, I need your dick, I need it to mess me up, to break me, please, sir, don't make me beg more." She started, her voice desperate and needy.
"Shh..." Warwick chuckles, undoing the belts and rubbing her ankles and wrists to hide the redness a little. He turns on the camera, so her begging is caught on film. "Well, I've kept you waiting long enough." He chuckles, before undoing his pants and underwear. His cock springs out, fat and heavy and veiny. Was it that long before? He wonders idly to himself, approaching with a grin. "Spread your legs, pet."
Karen quickly nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands, her legs spread invitingly. Her skirt was rolled up, her stockings, straps and thighs were wet from her sex juices, her lace panties were practically see through from being that wet, and the erect nipples were so hard that they were visible even under the bra.
"Oh, how I've waited for this..." Warwick says, feeling pure delight at finally humbling the bitchy coworker. He grabs her hips, thrusting forward hard, and enters her with enough power to make her whole body shake. He grabs her bra, tearing it away before leaning in and sucking on her nipples.
"Aghh~" The blond teacher exclaimed orgasmically, as Warwick's sizeable dick penetrated her all the way through, the tip of his head hitting her womb. She threw her head back, arching her body, pushing her breasts forward. Snap! As the old man tore the bra off, the massive breasts were released - and they were even bigger then he thought. "Ahh!" Karen moaned with pleasure as he started sucking it, her legs spread wide open as he thrust into her wanting pussy... She was completely at his mercy, cumming her brains out.
Chloe slides off her dress as she continues her make-out session with Damian. She takes one of his hands and slides down her body pulling her panties to the side to give his fingers access to her moist vagina.
Damian moaned out, his hand eagerly going down, sliding between her legs, into her pussy. His fingers started moving around, stimulating her, unskilfully but with eagerness. He did little else, as he was content to keep his lips on her nipple, hand in her pussy, while his dick was wrapped by lips of Clara.
Chloe moans into Damian’s mouth as she feels his fingers slide inside her. “Oh yes, Damian… your fingers… yes… lucky boy… getting sucked… oh yeah… fingering…”
Damian moaned out into Chloe's chest, his fingers continued pleasuring her. It seemed as if he was trying to release himself from Clara, but his dick was deep in her throat. Finally he released his mouth from Chloe's chest. "What did I do to be so lucky?" He asked, as Clara made choking noises. He moved his fingers deeper, slowly getting better, as he fingered Chloe and observed her reactions.
Chloe was immensely turned on, and the room smelled of sex and blood—both Clara’s and Damian’s. Clara was off limits. She belonged to Hector. But Damian. Sweet Damian. But she remembered her mistake with Lexi. I got too anxious with the cute librarian. I won’t make the same mistake with this boy. “Who knows? Perhaps it’s part of your karma,” Chloe said in her best seductive voice as she felt Damian add another finger inside her.
Warwick slows his thrusts, smirking. "You like it, don't you. You love the feeling of my cock." He chuckles. "You like it better than your pathetic late husband's, don't you?" He breathes, wanting to complete her humiliation entirely. He knows she deeply cared for her now deceased husband. What better way to finalise her submission, than to profane her treasured marriage?
He tightened his grip on Clara's hair and pulled rougher, making the woman choke louder. "What are you~" Damian asked, sliding third finger into Chloe, looking into her eyes, as he tried to stimulate her in most pleasing way for the woman. "A mother and daughter looking for an adventure?" "Ghu!" There was a choke from Clara, a reaction to comment of her being a mother.
Spoiler: Manipulation 20 Vs DC 5 - critical success For a moment, Warwick can see conflict on Karen's face, but then his dick thrusts forward, penetrating the blond deep. "Yeessss~" She hisses out, throwing her head back as her body shuddered from climax. "It's better! Thicker! Longer! Grittier!" She moaned out, her eyes wide open as pleasure rocked her body. "Oh god! I am sorry honey, your wife is a slut! This dick is just too great!" She exclaimed as another orgasm rocked her body. Her breasts kept bouncing, her eyes wide with lust, moans escaping her mouth, black mascara mixed with tears under her eyes, covering her cheeks... And this bloody red lipstick. She smelled of sex, stank of it. And he could clearly hear her heart beat.
Warwick grins wide with triumph, enjoying every last thrust as he pounds her pussy over and over. He leans in, lips pressing against hers in a sinful kiss, claiming her mouth with his tongue.
It took another hour, before finally, the blond MILF collapsed on the bed, fucked stupid, cum leaking from her pussy, eyes rolled back... As Warwick looked around, he realised that the night will end soon.
