The Supremacy of Miss Molly May Everard
Copyright© 2024 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 11: Veronica
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Veronica - It's 2068. Nineteen years since the second American civil war, the Cabal crisis, and the ensuing global anarchy that broke the United States into hundreds of autonomous micro states and ended the world as we knew it. A new generation are coming of age in the Chareen Hills. These are the lucky ones. Their tolerably comfortable, insular lives, in a nice part of the shattered ruins of the American empire, are about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Fa ft Teenagers Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Fisting Food Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports
Geoff returned from the marketing tour to find that both his children had got themselves lovers, as they called them, and so in practice had his wife. Quite a score for a two week outing. That didn’t mean he or they were any less horny, tired as he was. Two weeks on the road with Veronica would tire out any man but things had been much easier with her this time. When he told her that not only did Gwen know and had known for years but that she was alright with it. At first Veronica hadn’t believed him, thinking that he himself had been fooled but when he told her the full tale and how much happier they all were now that they’d accepted their perverse sexuality she changed her mind.
“That woman is a saint that neither of us deserve,”
she said. He had refused her nothing these past two weeks, neither the risky public sex nor the food play that had cranked up the room service expenses. They had even spoken a little about Martin and he’d helped her see more of his manipulation that she’d been blind to.
“You mean he actually sets your pay by those stupid satisfaction index things he sends me every month?”
“Yes he does.”
“But I always send them back the same, to defy him, with everything in the middle.”
“And that’s why I never get a raise.”
Veronica was appalled and apologetic and sympathetic all at once. More genuine emotion than he had seen out of her in years. They made love that night, really made love. It was on a rather cold bathroom floor which was very, very messy by the time they’d finished but it felt good. What with Veronica and now Gwen he would have to get used to this whole vomiting business.
Veronica wanted to fix it all by jamming everything up to five on the next survey but that would be a red flag. They worked out a strategy where she’d have a plausible justification for every change and he’d still be way better off by the end of the year.
They’d plotted and planned like the business partnership they’d been for years and fucked like lovers, trashing hotel bathrooms and scandalized those with a view of their balcony across four jurisdictions.
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