Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 93
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 93 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Riley heard the now-familiar clomping of Logan’s tread on the front porch. She winked at Flynn, “Scoot.”
“Hi, there, Mr. Logan Whitely, sit your butt down.” She poured him a glass of orange juice which he seemed to consume by the gallon.
“Thanks, where’s Flynn?”
“Shower, I’ll tell him you’re here.”
Logan started to speak, but she was gone. He heard the shower turn off and Riley saying, “Get your butt in gear, you’re boyfriend’s in the kitchen.”
“Tell him I’ll be right there.”
Riley smiled approvingly at she looked him up and down. She patted his erection and whispered, “Good boy.”
She returned to the kitchen and sat down, “He’ll be right out.”
“Uh, thank you.”
On cue, Flynn stepped to the doorway and positioned himself so that only the right side of his body was visible. But it was obvious he was naked. “Riley, where are all the towels?”
“Oh. Laundry, I’ll get you one, honey.”
She was back in a flash and slapped her palm on Flynn’s bare butt. She winked at Logan, “Firm.” Then she tossed a towel to their startled guest and said, “I’m officially appointing you as Towel Boy. Do your duty.”
She strolled away, and Flynn came into the kitchen, grinning, erect, and dripping water. It had all happened so fast. Logan shook his head and whispered, “Did she see ... I mean you’re...”
“Oh, Riley’s cool.”
“But, dude.”
Flynn wiggled his hips, sending his hard-on swaying, “You mean this? Well, I don’t usually have a boner around her, but I was thinking of you.”
The boy was still a little dazed. He stared at Flynn, “Jesus, man.”
Flynn smiled and drew his friend’s hand to his cock.
Logan leaned around, looked at the doorway. “Here? Now?”
“Sure.”
“What if?”
“She’ll give us our privacy.” Shrug, “Even if she came back, she’s cool.”
Logan continued staring.
Flynn said, “Look, she’s knows we fool around. And she likes you.”
“How does she know?”
“Oh, I tell her. She likes details.” He winked, following the script, “Like how beautiful your cock is.”
“You. told her. About me?”
“Dude, Riley is cool, I’m telling you.” He flexed his cock, “Boner, hand, cum, towel.”
Logan gave a mental shrug and started stoking.
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