Pelle Marco
Copyright© 2022 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 18: Repair Ticket
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 18: Repair Ticket - [Now complete.] Lonely single father Andrew is working in a giant bank's pandemic-emptied cubicle wasteland. Curvy colleague Sallie finds him; interest kindles. Thanks to his adult daughter and her lesbian roommate, shyness and conflict are overcome. His sex life goes overnight from hand only to bliss. Sallie's hot roommate? She's in their bed too! Adding Zach and Danielle, in the end they live as a chronically nude family of six, 3 cocks, 3 pussies, loving and fucking. Only in San Francisco?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction Workplace Sharing Incest Father Daughter Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Double Penetration Exhibitionism Fisting Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Size Nudism
Charlie spoke next. “OK, I’ve heard enough. Andrew and I will be in the bedroom, having a little chat. The rest of you, go play in the pool. Scram!”
Sequestered, Charlie and I faced each other. “Andrew, what’s my job?”
“You’re an electrician, duh.”
“Yes, I am. And I’m going to re-wire you. For the next hour, my name is Paula, you wimpy little shit, and you’re gonna listen to every goddamn thing I’m going to tell you.
“Starting with your whore of a daughter. Did you know she had an abortion? She had to, she caught syphilis from the maintenance man back at the apartment. Kid would have been born blind. I sold Kara’s cunt to him for $35.”
“Oh, come on, Charlie —”
She slapped me, Hard. “That’s Paula, fuck-face. He offered $25, but I said, ‘inspection first.’ When I saw the sores, I told him $35, but first I pissed on his cock to conceal the oozing. Your dumb-fuck daughter didn’t know what to look for.
“But I told her not to blow him, because I didn’t want his disease on my asshole when she rimmed me. She likes that you know. I leave a little extra taste there for her. She can’t wait for when you let her do —”
“CHARLIE!”
This time, she really slapped me, with that strong electrician’s hand. “IT’S PAULA! YOU FEEBLE-MINDED SIMP! PAULA! You didn’t get me preggers, not with that slimy soft little thing. When I want to be fucked, I get Carlos and his brother Marcos. One in my ass, one in my cunt. After they cum, I switch them. Eight inches each. And they don’t do that pathetic watery dribble like you. Why doesn’t Kara complain? Oh, right, actually, she does. You can’t even fuck your own daughter right.”
“CHARLIE!”
“Motherfucker! MY! [SLAP] NAME! [SLAP] IS! —”
“PAULA!” I yelled. I yanked down her shorts and delivered four hard spanks. Then, four sweet kisses, to the same spots.
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