Chapter 89: Lying to Use the Hot Trophy Wife

Tony Carter – Day One Hundred and Fifty-Nine
I groaned as I took a bite of my porterhouse steak.

I groaned as the flavor melted through my mouth. And because the Black waitress suckled on my dick. She worked her mouth up and down my dick as I enjoyed my Valentine’s Day date with my girlfriend. Jenny sat across from me in a low-cut, blue dress that hugged her belly.

“Damn,” I groaned as I swallowed. “Your cooks are amazing. I see why everyone recommends eating here.”

“Thank you, Sir,” the other four waitresses said.

There was a blonde, redhead, brunette, and a Hispanic hottie, each wearing thigh-highs, half-aprons, and ties that dangled between their naked tits. My cum dripped out of the Hispanic slut’s asshole while the brunette’s lips and cheeks gleamed with Jenny’s pussy cream.

Such a beautiful sight to witness.

We had the entire Bourbon Street Steakhouse all to ourselves. The staff had filled it with red roses. Jenny was happily eating her steak as I enjoyed my own. And that Black slut sucking my dick clean of her coworker’s asshole.

Her mouth felt so perfect on my dick. She suckled on me with force. I groaned in delight as she worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. It was a beautiful thing. I loved every second of her nursing on me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

The waitress moaned around my cock.

“Is your steak good, Tony?” Jenny asked.

“Perfection,” I said, cutting off another piece. The garlic butter melted across the top of it.

“And the blowjob?” she asked, smiling at me.

“Wonderful,” I groaned. “I am enjoying using this slut.”

“Good, good,” she said and took a bite of her mashed red potatoes.

I savored that hot mouth working up and down my dick. She buffed me clean with such intensity. She nursed on me with all that she had. I groaned as the pressure rose and rose in my nuts. It was such a wonderful moment.

I loved how she suckled on me. She worked that hot mouth up and down my dick. She made me groan in delight. I finished my steak as she suckled on me. I slowly chewed that last piece, savoring it as the pressure rose to the tip of my dick.

I sipped at my bubbling cider—no wine since Jenny was pregnant with our son.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Oh, she’s good.” I glanced at the other waitress, admiring their breasts framing their black ties. They stood there, waiting to be used with such big statues.

“We’re happy that she’s loving you, Sir,” the four said together.

“Enjoy,” Jenny said.

I smiled as the pressure rose toward the bursting point. I would just flood that mouth with all my cum. My nuts tightened with the need to erupt in her. She suckled and slurped on me with such passion. It was just incredible.

Her tongue stroked around my dick, polishing my dick clean of the Hispanic slut’s asshole. I loved using a woman this way. I was so glad I had my powers. That I was a god that could enjoy any woman on the planet.

Everyone just wanted to be used by me.

I rubbed at the back of my neck, itching there. I shuddered at the pressure in my nuts. It shot up to the bursting point. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands balled into fists as I was so close to erupting.

“Cum in her mouth, Tony,” my girlfriend said, this bright smile on her lips.

“Yes!” I growled.

Erupted.

I flooded the Black slut’s mouth. She squealed as I pumped my cum into her mouth. She gulped down my cum. She swallowed it all. Stars flashed across my vision as I enjoyed this moment. It was so amazing to have this pleasure rushing through me.

“Shit!” I groaned in delight, filling her mouth with my spunk

She suckled on me with so much passion. It was a fabulous treat. I groaned at the warmth of this moment. She nursed on me with all that she had, working out every drop of jizz that I had in my nuts. I pounded my fist on the table.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Fuck!”

I erupted a last time into her mouth.

I panted, savoring this moment. My mind brimmed with pleasure. My hand fell beneath the table. I felt at the side of my pants. At the ring box there. I smiled. It wasn’t time yet. I had to make this perfect. I wanted Jenny to be so happy.

Jake Carter
It was clear that making love to my wife wasn’t going to happen.

Abigail had come out to dinner with me at La Mer, our favorite French restaurant. We ate here for Valentine’s Day every year. The duck à l’orange was delicious. My wife was flushed across from me. She had just fucked Cecilia, our Black waitress, with a dildo.

My wife had brought a strap-on with her on our Valentine’s Day date.

Cecilia returned, naked and all smiles after being used. It wasn’t fair that Abigail could use any woman she wanted. Tony had never given me that permission. At least he let me fuck his sex slaves, especially my daughter Bitch, but...

I stared at that trophy wife in the revealing, red dress. She was laughing at the joke her husband said. He was in his fifties or sixties. Fit. Obviously wealthy. She was obviously a gold digger.

How did anyone know that my wife was telling the truth when she said that she wanted to use someone? They never asked for proof. They just accepted it. She just said things like, “My son wants me to use you.” or “Tony’s my son, and he wants me to use you,” or, “We’re being used, so you have to do what I say.”

Where was the proof? Everyone wanted to please my son. That was true. I mean, I did. Strangers would talk about “Him.” Guys at work would talk about wanting Tony to use their wives. They didn’t even know who he was. Or their daughters or girlfriends. Any woman in their lives.

I heard strangers in restaurants talking about it. No idea who my son was.

I wanted to find out, so instead of digging into the risotto appetizer that Cecelia placed in front of me, I pushed back my chair. I turned, my cock so hard. I needed to fuck a woman. My wife didn’t want me, so...

“Jake?” Abigail called after me. “Going to the ... Jake?”

“Hi, I’m Jake,” I said to the couple. I had a great view down the blonde’s cleavage. She had big breasts. Neither her hair color nor those tits were natural.

“Yes?” the woman asked with a sneer, shooting me a look of disgust.

“ER, how can we help you?” the husband asked. She did have a wedding ring on with a massive stone.

“Tony’s my son,” I said, and the woman’s eyes widened. She straightened up. Just saying that had her cheeks blushing and eyes dilating. The husband, too, was shifting in his seat. “And Tony wants to use us. So, you have to do whatever I want.”

“Of course,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.

God, was it just that simple? Just speaking in Tony’s name was enough to get people to obey me. I glanced back at Abigail. She stared at me with such shock in her eyes. Then her brow furrowed. She grabbed Cecilia and yanked the naked waitress down onto her lap. At once, Abigail started kissing her and groping an ebony tit with her pale hand.

“Yeah, so, what’s your name?” I asked.

“Xenia,” the woman said. She had a slight accent. Eastern European?

“Good,” I said. “So, Tony wants to use you first by having you suck my dick right here and now.”

“Of course he does,” Xenia said and slid out of the chair. Her husband nodded with encouragement.

My wife gasped in shock. I glanced over her as she was staring at me, her hand clutching Cecelia’s ebony tit. I grinned at my wife as Xenia had my belt undone. She then opened my fly. My dick throbbed hard. Abigail just watched on. I grinned at her as Xenia yanked down my boxers.

My dick popped out.

The trophy wife engulfed me and suckled on me.

I groaned in delight at the sweet warmth of a married woman sucking on my dick. It wasn’t my wife, but it was a wife. And on Valentine’s Day. I never could get Abigail to give me a blowjob even on such a romantic night, but...

Xenia did it happily.

She was thrilled to be used by Tony even if my son had no idea it was happening. I groaned in delight as the woman worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with such passion. Her cheeks hollowed.

I shuddered as her tongue stroked around me. My wife glared at me before she started kissing Cecelia. I had no idea why Abigail was getting so mad. She fucked the waitress before my eyes. Fair was fair.

“Yes, yes, Xenia,” I groaned. “Damn, your wife is so good at this. She’s such a great cocksucker.”

“She is,” said the older man. He twisted his wedding ring. “Though she’s been reluctant to since we got married a month ago.”

I smiled at him. “Sorry, but she’s certainly enjoying mine.”

“She’s being used by your son,” the husband said with a happy smile.

“Yes, she is,” I groaned. By Tony and by me. God, this was incredible. I felt so powerful as she suckled on my dick. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with such passion. I loved how she blew me like this. “Damn, that’s good. Just suckle on me. Yes!”

I savored that hot mouth blowing me. She nursed on me with all that she had. I would just flood her mouth with all the cum I had in my nuts. She slurped on me. It was such a wonderful moment. I was so happy to have her blowing me.

“Oh, damn, yes!” I groaned. “Fuck, that’s good. Xenia!”

My nuts twitched from the woman’s loving ministrations. The gold-digging trophy wife suckled on hard on my dick. She nursed on me with all that passion. It was a beautiful thing. I was enjoying every second of this.

She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She blew me with all that passion. It was spectacular. I was so happy. I groaned, nodding my head at the way she worked her mouth up and down my dick.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned. “That’s amazing. You’re so delicious, Xenia. You’re going to get my cum. Tony wants you to swallow it all!”