Nashville Pussy

“How did dad get that sexy ass bitch?” Knox rubbed his neck boggled by the new girlfriend. “Has to be his money, dad being a big shot lawyer.” Right on your dad’s money with that theory Buddy Boy!

Hearing his dad chuckle then sigh and Svetty whispering something to the effect of, “Put money where mouth is.” Knox had to move closer to listen better. Right beside the door, ear perked, he was startled by body weight slamming against the thin woodwork. Hearing his father say, “On your knees you little minx.” Her reply, “Svetty like minks.” Gurgling noises resounding, Knox just knew she was sucking his dad’s dick.

“That should be me not him.” He rolled his eyes, “This bitch is going to be fun to have around here. Might not be my usual diabolic plan, but I have got to be nice to her and tell dad he needs to keep her. I’ll work my swagger and get her when dad’s not looking. Surely, she would rather have an energetic pecker like mine over his.”

“How do you get all that down your throat?” He heard his dad gasp, “Balls too!” Knox had to go or masturbate right there. Let his dad have his moment. If he looked as if he respected Winslow without being too obvious that he was up to something, his dad might loosen up and let his guard down. “See you soon Blondie.”

Heading upstairs into his bedroom he stripped out of his sweats and considered a hot shower after partying all night with the Marquette gang. The vent by his bed was directly over the laundry room so he realized he could still hear them albeit muffled by the sounds of the dryer. It was pretty obvious his dad was having fun getting his blowjob. Driven crazy at his father’s luck Knox gave up and put on a pair of jeans but went without his shirt or socks. Needing a cigarette, he stepped out on his balcony and fired one up. Using his stereo remote he skipped song after song until arriving on one he hadn’t heard before. Spotify came in handy with their playlists made for the subscriber.

“Hmmm? Catchy! Who is this?” Cigarette drooping from his lips he returned to his bedroom to check out the playlist visually. “Raven Black, My Demons. Singer has a cool voice. Almost Harley Quinn!” Not only was Knox mesmerized by the song he actually pictured Svetty dressed up like the Batman villainess. Below him Svetlana too heard the chaotic music and paused with her mouth full of Winslow girth. Eyeballs peering up at the ceiling it appeared to Winslow as if she was possessed. The pause made no sense until he too heard the music.

“Knox and his fucking metal music. His room is above us; he’s probably trying to ruin our fun.” Withdrawing her mouth from his beast she fondled him to keep him from thinking the worst.

“Like song! Use for dance at club. Must know who is.”

“Now?” Winslow pouted.

“Come!” She stood up and gripped his cock in towing him as she opened the door and stepped out. He still wearing his pants around his ankles had to kick them off or trip over them. She gave him two seconds before hauling him out of there like a dominatrix and through the house. Moving upstairs with Winslow in tow he complained every step up until she stopped, knelt and sucked him on the staircase. That went over well. Tension that Knox might come out of his room only elevated his blood pressure. Being a lawyer, he certainly knew how to keep his nerves in check in court, but in his home, it was a different story. Winslow had not brought any woman home in the four years since his ex-wife Shawna had left him for another man. It was tedious doing things around his son, even though he knew Knox was a pain in his ass.

The song becoming aggressive made Svetty respond to her throat thrusts in rapid almost devastating moves. His crown deep beyond missing tonsils felt incredible. She did say “Come!” He did! With warm creamy jizz filling her throat Svetty backed out then showed him his leftovers. Standing tall she gripped his wet dick and with garbled words said, “Come!”

“I just did!” Regardless he let her lead him to his son’s bedroom. Peering through the door they saw Knox out on his balcony smoking and texting on his cell. Growling Winslow tried to persuade her to go to his own master bedroom, but the mad Russian refused and drug him against his wishes into the boy’s room. Tossing poor Winslow on to Knox’s queen size bed she crawled up on him and mounted his lap. Penetrating herself by guiding him into her she warded off his begging whispers of, “Not in here.” Once she started riding him it was bitch boy over, Winslow gave up and enjoyed her insanity.

Seeing his stereo remote lying next to Winslow’s head she bent over him to snatch it up. With the current song being the band Disturbed and their tune No More she sang to him using the remote as her microphone. Hair tossed about, tits bouncing, cum still toyed with on her tongue she froze just as he was ready to fire on her again. His eyes bulging to wonder why, she used the remote to repeat the song by Raven Black. The change in tune instantly made Knox stand from leaning on his balcony railing and offer a queer look back through his doors. He couldn’t see his dad and Svetty at his angle but put out his cigarette on the balcony rail before casting the butt out into their yard. More aptly, Kelly Herbert’s grass.

Curious, he moved back into his room and immediately saw Svetty back in action riding his dad on his own fucking bed. Jaw dropped he offered hands to his sides with an expression of, “What the hell?”

His father had lost his ability to care as she rode him hard. Ignoring Knox, Svetty the sweaty gave him a show without eye contact. Just as his dad nutted dramatically Svetty turned her gaze on Knox and showed him her mouth full of loitering jizz. Spitting it over her lips she let it trickle down her chin before swallowing the rest. Song ending, she lifted his remote and played it for a third time.

“Like song!” She told him. “Find more of band.” She tossed the remote at Knox then collapsed forward over Winslow to feed him her breasts. She had yet to cum, so the gyrations were back in action. Knox whistled uncomfortably at seeing his dad get the hot chick. Obeying her albeit hesitantly, Knox looked up the catalog of albums of Raven Black. Finding their top 10 he played Damaged. It was more aggressive, but Svetty loved its message. Maybe she too related to being damaged. Reacting seductively, she abandoned Winslow reclaiming the nipple he was sucking on and went into a spasm of theatrics in her upright ride, hands back in her hair.

“Mother fuck!” Was all Knox could say. Svetty was insanely erotic. Finding a third song of We are the Rejects by Raven Black she found the melody catchy and danced playfully as if she were Harley Quinn riding Batman. She loved her Batcave visitation! All she needed was pigtails and white makeup. She already had Knox as her laughing hyena. With the chorus she rode Winslow violently until she stiffened up to cum on his cock. Song over, Knox stopped the music just to see their reaction.

Svetty landed back over Winslow and passionately kissed her lover. Win loved her passionate moment regardless of letting his son be a voyeur in her madness. At least her emotions appeared tuned in on him rather than her son. Fingers crossed!