Chapter 73: The Stud is Thankful to Freely Use all the Sluts

Mrs. Alanna Bishop – Day Seventy-Six
My mouth was salty with Tony’s cum. I trembled, bent over the table loaded with Thanksgiving food. Tony has brought me to the head of the table, his seat. I shuddered, my tits rubbing into the fancy tablecloth. My pussy dripped in juices. His sister and my daughter sat on his right and left with his mother, Abigail, at the far end. Everyone else sat between.

They were all looking at us as Tony pressed his cock through my bush to my married pussy. I groaned and smiled at my husband as Tony was about to use me at the start of the Thanksgiving feast. I trembled, so glad he invited us over.

“I am so thankful that I can use any woman I want,” Tony said and thrust into my pussy.

“I’m so thankful to be used!” I squealed as his big dick sank into my cunt.

I trembled in delight, my pussy clamping down on his big dick. He felt incredible in my snatch. My eyes rolled back in my head as he gripped my hips and pumped away at me. I groaned in delight as he fucked me with that wonderful shaft. He buried into me with so much force.

I gasped and moaned, everyone watching and smiling. They were waiting for Tony to use me fully before we ate. I clamped my cunt down on that thick shaft. I loved him fucking me so hard. His big dick stretched me out.

There was nothing like being used by Tony.

I worshiped his cock with my married cunt, gasping, “So thankful!”

“Yes, Alanna,” my husband said. Trent smiled at me. “So thankful that you’re being used!”

“I’m so thankful to be your girlfriend,” Jenny purred. “Ooh, ooh, use my mother’s pussy!”

Tony did. Hard.

He slammed into cunt with that big dick. I groaned, my pussy melting around him. I loved every last second of that thick shaft fucking into me. He pounded me with all that force. It was just a great moment. I savored the thickness of his cock plowing into me.

He fucked me with all that he had. It was a beautiful thing. I loved the way that he pounded me. I groaned and gasped, my nipples throbbing against the tablecloth. My pussy melted around him, my orgasm building and building.

I whimpered as he churned me up, using me so hard. So fast. I loved having all of his cock in me. He grunted, fucking me so hard. I trembled, my pussy melting around him. I would have a huge climax. I could not wait to burst on him.

He plunged his cock into my cunt with passion. He fucked me with all that force. That passion. I could feel how thankful he was for my cunt. I gripped him, drinking in the friction as I hurtled toward my climax.

I would have a huge burst of cum. I wanted that so much. “Tony!”

“Yes, yes, Mrs. Bishop!” he grunted. “Let me feel that thankful pussy spasming around my dick!”

“Such a thankful pussy!” I moaned, so glad that he had bred me. That he had used me that completely.

He thrust away at me. I rose and rose toward my climax. It was so close. I trembled, my butt-cheeks jiggling from the force of his thrusts. My toes curled. Everyone watched me. I whimpered as the sex slaves stood around the table to serve and help. It was so wild.

He plunged deep and hard into me. I glanced at my husband. He smiled at me. Abigail, at the end of the table, was grinning. Her sister, Carla, was also licking her lips. I remembered her words. I quivered as Tony plowed to the hilt in me.

“Oh, that’s it,” I groaned. “Tony!”

I came.

“So thankful!” I squealed.

My pussy writhed around his dick. The ecstasy swept through me. I groaned as my pussy spasmed around his big dick. That wonderful heat swept through me. I gasped, my cunt writhing around his dick. The heat soaked my mind.

“Yes!” he growled as my cunt rippled around his dick. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good! That’s amazing!” He slammed into me and erupted.

“Mrs. Bishop!”

“Tony!” I squealed as his cum dumped into my pussy. “So thankful!”

He dumped load after load of cum into my cunt. I shuddered, the rapture drowning my thoughts. Ecstasy washed out of my writhing pussy. I rippled around his shaft, working out his jizz. He pumped my pregnant twat full of his spunk.

I loved every hot blast of his seed into my married pussy. I stared at my husband as the spunk flooded my twat. It was just a wonderful rush. I quivered in delight, my nipples rubbing against the tablecloth.

“Shit!” he growled, spurting more cum into me.

“Oh, oh, Tony!” I whimpered.

He fired the last of his cum into my pussy. I shuddered there, breathing in the scent of turkey, cranberries, and mashed potatoes. I trembled there as he throbbed in my pussy. My orgasm peaked in me as I whimpered in delight.

“Let’s eat,” Tony said. “Mrs. Bishop, why don’t you start with my Aunt Carla’s pussy?”

He was using me. I shuddered as he slid out of me. I loved the feel of his cum dripping out of my cunt. I sank to my knees and crawled beneath the table. I moved down toward Carla’s legs. I reached her and pushed them apart.

I heard everyone dishing up their food and talking as I began my Thanksgiving feast by devouring a woman’s pussy. I pushed Carla’s thighs apart. The tart aroma of her pussy filled my nose. I groaned and slid my head between her thighs and found the shaved folds of her pussy.

I licked at Tony’s aunt’s pussy.

“Mmm,” Carla moaned as I began my feast.

I loved the tart flavor of her pussy. I lapped at her, cum dripping out of my cunt. That felt so naughty. A wicked heat washed through me as I lapped at her cunt. I stroked up and down her wonderful flesh. She quivered in delight.

I stroked through her petals as jizz dripped out of my pussy and ran down my thighs. I fluttered through her folds and brushed her clit. She moaned, her thighs squeezing around my head. I felt like such a naughty whore beneath the table.

People were talking, loving the food.

I loved this pussy.

I thrust my tongue into Carla’s tart depths. I swirled around in her twat, loving the silky texture of her pussy walls. She groaned, her cunt cream dripping down my chin. That felt so nice. I fluttered around in her, wanting her to have a great time.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her pussy, my lips massaging her folds. My hips wiggled back and forth as I swirled around in her. The way everyone talked, enjoying their meal while I was beneath the table, devouring Carla’s cunt, was so naughty.

Being used was the best.

“Oh, Trent, your wife’s a good pussy licker,” Carla said.

“She is,” my husband said.

I shuddered at those words as my tongue fucked in and out of Carla’s cunt. I wanted to make her cum and drown in her pussy cream. My pussy burned hotter. I stroked through her petals, fluttering up and down her slit.

I brushed her clit. I loved stroking over her button. She whimpered. Her body trembled. I teased her, lapping at her lower folds before sliding up to her love button. I stroked over it, giving her a nice flick.

“Oh, yes,” Carla moaned for everyone to hear. I was so glad she was making those sounds.

It was wonderful to lick at her pussy. To stroke my tongue around her bud. I wanted to make her cum. Drown in her pussy cream. I hungered for that moment. I stroked about her naughty clit as she gasped out in delight.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she whimpered. “That’s so good. Ooh, I am so thankful to be here!”

As was I.

I suckled on her clit. I nibbled on her bud as she moaned louder. I stroked my tongue around her bud. I could not wait to make her explode. I craved to drown in her pussy cream. That would be such a beautiful moment.

My tongue fluttered against her clit. I drummed against her. The clatter of forks on plates echoed. People talked. They enjoyed their feast as I suckled on Carla’s clit. The tart flavor of her pussy soaked my taste buds. Her moans grew louder.

“Oh, oh, thank you for this, Tony!” she squealed. “I ... I ... Yes!”

Tart pussy cream gushed out of her pussy.

I drowned in her cunt cream, so thankful that Tony was using me this way. I licked at her pussy, gathering up that cum. It was just such a delicious treat. I stroked around her as she trembled. I lapped at her with all that I had.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” she moaned, her pussy cream gushing out of her cunt. “That’s amazing! I love it!”

I loved this so much.

I lapped at her cunt, gathering up her passion. It was such a treat for me. I buried my tongue into her spasming snatch, loving the way her pussy rippled around it. She quivered through her orgasm, gasping out in delight.

Her husband patted her thigh as she trembled. I shuddered and licked at her pussy a few more times. Her orgasm was over. Cum ran down my thighs. My stomach growled. I wasn’t given any other instructions, so...

I crawled beneath the table and emerged sitting between my husband and daughter. Tony grinned at me as he was enjoying dipping his turkey in the mashed potatoes. I would never do that. Food should not be mixed. I was not a fan of that.

My husband had dished me up a plate. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I had so much to be thankful for. My family. My church. My god who used me like a whore.

Tony Carter
I was stuffed full and enjoying the sight of the naked women. My cock was hard. The sex slaves were bustling around us, clearing away plates. They were all so gorgeous. They would eat in the kitchen. I stretched, eager for dessert.

“Mom, why don’t you take Mrs. Bishop and Aunt Carla to your room for the night,” I said. “You three, have fun making love.”

The three MILFs all grinned at me and licked their lips. I knew they would.

“Slaves,” I called, “take care of the men. Show Mr. Bishop to a guest room, too.”

“Yes, Master!” they said.

“Sarah, Jenny, and Debbie,” I said, rising and holding out my arms, “shall we?”

My sister and girlfriend grabbed my arms. Sarah took Debbie’s arm, my cousin giggling. I was ready to have a great time with them. My cock was hard, aching and throbbing. I escorted the three of them to the master bedroom. My mother had her own room to use when she didn’t share my bed.