Chapter 40: Draper and Tenisha Experience Wilson Hospitality

The end credits for the second film of the double feature rolled up the big screen at the drive-in, and Nate reflected that the outing hadn't lived up to expectation, despite the improvement in seating. Everyone was in disarray, and both girls had received finger-driven orgasms -- Tenisha had had two, and she was LOUD about it! Nora had drained his balls, and it had been pretty good; from the sucking sounds in the back seat, Draper was getting worked over pretty good, too -- but Nate wanted pussy, and that hadn't happened. Something about the cramped confines of the minivan had inhibited them all to the point that neither girl had draped her legs over a seat back and begged to get pounded, and neither of the boys had attempted to force the issue. "We gotta go, you two," he called over his shoulder, getting ready to move to the front seat.

"Shit!" Draper grunted.

Tenisha pulled her mouth off his erection and said, "I'll get it, Baby -- promise!"

Nora turned to regard the pair over the back of the middle seat, eyes alight. "More practice?"

"Naw, she's a damn fine..." Draper abruptly shut up.

"Cocksucker, Baby?" Tenisha filled in, apparently unembarrassed.

"Yeah, that's it. Didn't seem right..." Draper paused a moment and smiled at his narrow woman. "But I was lookin' forward ta some..."

"Pussy?" Tenisha finished, teasing. "Jeez, Baby, don't you know those words?"

"I'm TRYIN' ta be NICE!" Draper complained, wounded.

"And I appreciate it, Lover, but us Porter gals are up-front about sex. You oughta know that by now!"

"To be honest, I was, too," Nate murmured. There -- it was out.

"That makes it unanimous," Nora agreed. "Let's go to my house, then!"

"Nora, your Daddy's house..." Nate warned.

"In some ways, it's no worse than the old place -- we just didn't know it..." Nora replied, then turned to the couple in the rear seat. "Look, you guys. You've seen Daddy's house. I'm sure it was a surprise -- it was a surprise to ME, too! We can got to Daddy's house, and pretty much do whatever we want -- but, well, there is occasional video surveillance..."

Draper frowned. "You mean like tapes? Cameras?"

"Yes," Nora nodded. "And I don't know where they are, so I can't tell you it's not happening."

"Why's he do that? Blackmail?" Draper wondered.

"It's complicated," Nora replied. "I guess he's a bit of a voyeur. There are other reasons -- security and such -- and Daddy used to have Mom and I watched constantly for our protection. But some of it is purely that he likes to watch others, I think."

"Nora's Daddy is inta some heavy-duty strange shit," Nate revealed. "I told Draper a couple of things..."

"Like the naked chicks?" Draper asked.

"Yeh, like that," Nate agreed.

"Naked chicks?" Tenisha echoed.

Nate and Nora locked glances. Nora took a breath and the lead, "Tenisha, Daddy is into some edgy stuff, sexually. For one thing, he keeps a couple of, well, sex slaves, who run around the house naked. And he has a torture chamber..."

"WOW!" Tenisha's eyes popped.

"I can't show you that, and Daddy will probably keep the slaves under wraps, but Nate has seen them. We figure if you go to my house, you should be warned -- it's not your average place."

"Man, I dunno," Draper murmured. "Bein' watched..."

"Ummm, Draper?" Nora murmured diffidently, "I bet it has already happened..."

"HUH?!" Draper's eyes bugged.

"Remember last weekend at my old house?" Nora amplified. "Well, Daddy SAYS that he doesn't look at everything that goes on at his place, but -- and I didn't know it, or we'd never have played there -- he had our old house wired EVERYWHERE! And people watched Mom and I twenty-four hours a day!"

"Muthafuck!" Draper wheezed. He turned to Nate. "An' you put up wit' that?"

Nate shrugged. "Can't stop it. An' by the time I found out, it was too late! 'Sides, it's come in handy -- I woulda probably been skinned and put up on Rodday's wall a coupla days ago if nobody was watchin' us. He hasn't yelled at me yet for anything I done... What's he gonna do, blackmail me? For what? I got nuthin' -- 'cept Nora."

Tenisha was a lot more subdued. Rubbing Draper's arm, she murmured, "Relax, Baby. It's the same for us -- everybody knows about us, so we can't be blackmailed. It might even be cool to watch..."

" 'Nisha!" Draper was scandalized.

"Aww, c'mon, Baby! You ought to see that look you get on your face when you cum! It's so cute!" Tenisha teased.

"Well, we gotta go back to there, anyway," Nate muttered. "Nora's folks pretty much said that since everyone knows you two are fuckin' anyway, we can do mos' anything we want -- but if that freaks ya, y'all can just go on home..." He raised the driver's seatback and climbed into it, firing up the van.

Nora grinned over the seat back at Tenisha, "I'm SURE what we did last weekend is on a disk somewhere..."

"Kewl..." Tenisha grinned. Draper was almost purple.

Nate turned around, "Man, you gotta lighten up! I TOLD ya -- we get followed EVERYWHERE! That includes HERE!"

"Whatthefuck?" Draper was staring around wildly.

"You think YOU'RE embarrassed," Nora related. "Daddy has said things that lead me to believe that his people are so good that they have Nate and I together at Tenisha's house on Prom night!"

"Oh... my... GOD!" Tenisha exclaimed, eyes bugged. "Did they video us?"

"I don't know -- but I imagine only while we were all in the same room..." Nora guessed. "It's your house, after all, and they couldn't have planned anything, because we didn't. If it'd been MY house, they'd have gotten everything, though, I bet." Nate rubbed his forehead, shaking his head in resignation. There'd been enough damage; Nora moved into the other front seat and let Tenisha and Draper work their way through the issue in whispers in the back.

It wasn't over when they got to the mansion. "Guess I'll get my car," Draper grunted.

"You don't have to," a voice said from the door. "You're welcome in my home."

Draper looked up. The dude in the doorway wasn't big, but he gave off this power thing that said you didn't fuck with him. "I dunno..."

"If Nora briefed you on what goes on here as I recommended, I can understand your reticence, but I would prefer that neither she nor Mr. Adams lose friends over it. What bothers you, in particular?"

Draper couldn't seem to slide out from under, sooo... "Bein' watched."

"I understand. However, we've had a couple of incidents lately that more or less demanded it. Here, however, private areas are only monitored by me -- and due to time constraints, only on an ad-hoc basis."

"Ah-hoc?"

"When it appears to be necessary. Periodic."

It sounded like he was sayin' he wouldn't peek, but how honest was he? "I hear you mighta caught us at Nora's..."

"Did catch you," Armand confirmed. "Events in that house were VERY closely monitored, and not only by myself, but by a surveillance team in my employ. Nora's mother wasn't thrilled, but events justified my interest."

"Oh?" Draper blinked.

"Yes -- nothing to do with you. Nora and her mother now live here because of an incident there. Why don't you come inside and we can socialize more comfortably?" Armand offered genially.

Draper was still reluctant, but Tenisha moved forward, towing him by the hand. "Thank you, Mr. Wilson." Nora and Nate followed.

Leticia was stationed just inside the door. Armand turned to her and directed, "Have refreshments brought to the Media Room. And have Sharon join us there."

"Sir." Leticia nodded and Armand led the group off.

Draper dropped back and flicked a glance at Nate, "Sex slave?"

Nate shook his head, grinning. "You'll know 'em when you see 'em. Do you really want to? Tell Nora's daddy -- you're the one freakin'!" Meanwhile, Leticia favored Draper with a flat glare. "Pissed her off," Nate chuckled. "She didn't take a shine to me, either, but somebody jacked her up and she's been as nice as pie..." The boys hurried to catch up with their girlfriends.

In the meantime, things began to move forward according to standing orders given by Armand after the interview with Nate and Nora earlier that evening, somewhat modified by the data that came in from the security team shadowing Nate and Nora at the drive-in. It was no accident that Armand was at the door on their arrival; Nora suspected as much from how the conversation seemed to play, but no one else appeared to notice. He was well aware that Draper was vastly unhappy over the surveillance revelations. The Wench was confined to her cell unless called for, and was currently practicing her fellatio under Charles' tutelage. Velma had been called (just before she planned to retire for the evening) and was in the kitchen preparing snacks, which Consuelo and Leticia were to deliver. Leticia punched the intercom, "Miz Sharon, Mr. Wilson would like for you to join him, your daughter, and her guests in the Media Room."

"On my way," Sharon's voice issued from the speaker.

Leticia let up on the button and murmured, "Don't that girl have any WHITE friends?"

Her timing was exceedingly poor; Jason's voice sounded behind her, "What was that?"

"Uuuhhh, nothing Sir!" Leticia did NOT want to get in it with Jason!

"I suggest that you keep your opinions to yourself!" Jason replied. "It appears that Miss Nora is somewhat more racially tolerant than YOU!"

Leticia said nothing, but Jason detected the will to make a comment being telegraphed. He nodded for her to get out of his sight, and Leticia did so gratefully, but 'white ho' was the epithet that trickled through her mind... Jason headed for the Media Room.

On the arrival of the main group, Armand waved to various seats, and the couples took them. Draper opened up with "So what happened at Nora's, if you don't mind my askin'?"

Armand seated himself in a recliner. "Sharon was raped in her home by a group of at least three individuals, last Sunday afternoon. As Nate's mother was accosted very graphically later that night, I have been investigating to see whether the attacks were related. Apparently, they were not."

"Video didn't help?" Draper asked.

"Well, it did and it didn't," Armand replied, delivering the official version. "When it was cut, we knew something was wrong. When the support team also went off-line, we knew it was serious, and upgraded our response."

Sharon entered the room at that point. Draper looked at her like he expected her to be severely injured, "You okay, Ma'am?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Sharon replied, puzzled.

"I was relaying the events of last Sunday afternoon," Armand amplified.

"Oh," Sharon replied shortly. "No permanent damage." She turned to eye Armand.

"I was offering it as justification for your surveillance," Armand explained.

"I see." Sharon shut up, but was agitated.

"So you saw... us?" Tenisha asked.

"Yes." Armand replied.

"And?"

"Have you been practicing, since?" Armand's eyes were merry. Nate snorted laughter then tried to cover it.

Tenisha held her ground, though. "Yeah. Maybe I should see it. Maybe it'd help."

"Perhaps." Armand nodded approval. Drinks and snacks arrived, Consuelo leading Leticia into the room bearing drinks, Jason following. Armand turned and opened a case, dug around a bit and surfaced a DVD, then did it again. Crossing the room, he handed the DVD to Tenisha, "There are excellent viewing facilities in this room. Feel free to use them." He handed Nora the second DVD without a word; it had two words printed on the label -- 'Prom Night'. Nora eyed it in surprise, then set it down. "In fact, there is quite a library, in case other instructional material is warranted. Sharon, I recommend that you have Leticia make up a guest room, then join me in my apartments?"

Draper was eyeing Consuelo. Catching Nate's eye, he nodded at her, eyebrows wiggling. Nate shook his head, grinning. Armand picked it up, "What's this?"

"I, uuh, hear you keep... women..." Draper stammered.

Armand pursed his lips and turned his regard on Nora and then Nate. "I'm assuming that you though that wise?"

Nate took the hit. "I got a little carried away, warning them."

"Well, we surprised YOU, didn't we?" Armand produced a minimalist grin. Nate shrugged. "I have a single slave at the moment, and Jason, here, has one of his own, also. Mine volunteered herself to my service. Since you are aware of her and her primary function involves servicing my houseguests, I guess there is no further reason to sequester her, is there?" Turning to Sharon, he directed, "Summon the Wench."

Sharon rolled her eyes, but knew better than to argue. Jason stepped up to Armand and whispered to him briefly. Armand muttered, "Pardon me," and the pair stepped away. When they came back, Jason departed. Armand announced, "I have a small issue to attend to. Sharon, when the Wench arrives, make introductions, and then come to me in my quarters, as I require your assistance. Consuelo and the Wench are to service the needs of our guests..." Armand turned a leer on Tabitha, "... including demonstrations of fellating techniques, as requested. Nora, I imagine you can keep things reasonably controlled?"

"Yes, Daddy," Nora sighed. Things always seemed to get out of hand.

"As I indicated, your friends can stay the night. No doubt their parents should be informed..." Armand swept out, but paused in the doorway. "I generally conduct surveillance activities from this room. Obviously, I will not be occupying it..." He winked at Draper and disappeared beyond the door.

A moment later, the Wench strode in and knelt at Sharon's feet. "Mistress? You sent for me?"

"Actually, you Master did," Sharon replied flatly. "It appears that you are famous. You are to attend to the needs of Nora's guests." She swung around to glare at Nate and Nora, "I'll not bother to contradict your father, knowing what I'll get for it if I do. But this is YOUR party -- make sure I don't have to apologize to anyone for it." With that, she strode out.

The Wench glanced around, "Do I dare ask?"

Draper was bug-eyed. Nate was visibly wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. Tenisha kept blinking, blinking... Nora finally answered, eyeing her manicure, "We, uh, let it out that Daddy had a house slave. I'm afraid you're on display."

"Yes, Mistress. Is there anything specific that I should be doing?"

"Why don't you answer questions, for now. Consuelo, could I have another Coke?" Nora did her best to appear unperturbed. Turning to Tenisha and Draper, she added, "Go ahead, you guys. Don't be any too surprised at the answers..."

"You're a slave?" Draper blurted.

"Yes. I belong to Armand Wilson, my Master."

"Why?" Tenisha wanted to know.

"I discovered that serving my Master was a higher calling, I guess. I volunteered. I found that I enjoyed responding to the types of demands that he puts on me. I am... submissive to him."

"What do you do?" Draper's question brought a smile of anticipation to Nora's lips.

"I do whatever my Master commands," the Wench responded serenely. Discretion had her preparing to leave it at that, but Nora eyed her archly, and she continued, "My primary duties, as described by my Master, are to see to the needs of his guests."

Tenisha's eyes flicked to Nora's. Nora was hiding her lower face behind her hands. Tenisha took the bait, "Needs?"

"Yes, Miss. I'm not a servant -- I'm considered somewhat of a specialist. The needs I service would be primarily... sexual in nature..."

"Ho lee shit!" Draper exploded. "So when Mr. Wilson said you could teach blowjobs, he wasn't fuckin' kiddin'?"

The Wench blinked, pricked her ears. "I don't generally teach, but I'm sure I could... Would this be a demonstration, or tutoring?"

Tenisha sat there, bug-eyed. "Oh, Lordy!"

"Let's hold off," Nora interjected, trying to smooth things over. Nate, trying not to laugh, hiccuped. Nora eyed him, but addressed the others. "Any more questions?"

Draper opened his mouth, but Nate beat him to it, "Bro, you gonna wish you was thinkin', instead of talkin'..." Draper shut his mouth with a clop and flicked his eyes at Tenisha. Nate was probably right; 'Nisha had this expression on her face...

Tenisha flicked a glance at Nate, and shifted her eyes to Draper before addressing the Wench. "What did you do... before?"

"I was a model." At Tenisha's nod, she realized that there had been a misunderstanding. "Not a porn queen, a runway fashion model. I had a portfolio of nudes -- every model does, since designers like to have a feel for how their clothing will drape -- but I didn't do films or pictorials for porn rags or anything. I modeled designer clothing."

"Oh." Tenisha blinked. Well, given her build... Porn stars tended to have a lot more in the way of a chest, for one thing...

"My master has never to my knowledge associated with porn actresses -- at least not after they were in porn. You see, I met my Master during his search for a replacement for Mistress Sharon."

Draper looked mildly confused; Nora decided to enlighten him. "Mom and Daddy have been divorced almost as long as I've been alive. I've seen more of Daddy in the past week than in my whole life before that time! Daddy has kind of a revolving door for women looking to be the rich Mrs. Armand Wilson."

The Wench nodded, "I entered via that door. My Master has standards. But he also likes to toy with his victims..."

"I don't understand," Tenisha ventured.

"Daddy hasn't had a whole lot of luck replacing Mom. Most women -- almost every one, to date, I guess -- were just looking for a free lunch. Daddy has no respect for that, and he teases them -- uses them, even abuses them -- to see how low they'll stoop. In fact, Daddy actually tortures some of them... You remember I SAID he had a torture chamber..."

"A torture chamber? Really?" Tenisha's eyes swept to the Wench. "And..."

"Yes," the Wench replied. "I have been tortured by my Master. That is where I learned that I enjoy the challenges he sets before me. That is where I learned that I truly wanted to be his."

"Wow!" Tenisha recoiled. "That's..."

"Weird?" the Wench offered. She shrugged. "It's undoubtedly that, but there are a large number of women out there who enjoy being mastered. Not everyone wants to be a wage-slave drone with female parts. I don't want to be equal; I want to serve!"

"But, being beaten, abused..." Tenisha shook her head.

"The challenge is to avoid it, to service my Master's needs perfectly, so that he has no reason to punish me. I deserve any punishment I get but failure is a punishment in and of itself!" the Wench declared.

"So why are you and your Mom back here?" Draper asked. THAT should be a safe question...

"Well, there are a couple of reasons," Nora replied. "One was last Sunday's attack; Daddy says he can't protect us as well anywhere else. But that's only one reason; Daddy was planning on having Mom move in here, anyway. Daddy says that when Nate and I got together, it more or less signaled that I'd grown up and it was time to see the real world. He says he left Mom and I basically alone while she was raising me because he couldn't provide a proper environment for raising a little girl -- I'd see too many things that little girls just shouldn't see, and I wouldn't be exposed enough to what is generally accepted as right and wrong. But I'm not a little girl any more, so he can show me things that aren't black and white. I guess it's best to say that he wanted me to have integrity, so he let Mom instill it -- but now he wants to show me how things REALLY work, so I don't get blinded by how things OUGHT to be." She took a sip of her soda. "As for Mom, well, she kept it a secret from me, but she's been seeing Daddy fairly regularly, all along. And Daddy's been treating her the way he always has -- sort of like the Wench, here. But Mom's a special case; Daddy likes his women to fight for a while before they give in, and Mom just does that naturally." She shook her head. "They're not married, and Daddy's not talking about remarrying her. She's more like a combination personal slave and head housekeeper, or something; Daddy has her running the household, but she is less than a servant to him..."

"Your mother is Mistress here," the Wench volunteered, "whether Master admits it or not. She may be his slave, but she is very personally his slave -- and she is Mistress to all others under this roof. I predict that he will soon stop attracting other women to toy with..."

"If your Momma's a slave..." Tenisha began.

"That makes me one, too?" Nora finished. "Apparently not. According to Daddy, I'm answerable to both of them as their daughter, but I am a free woman and not to be treated as if I'm not." She mused a moment. "If I prove worthy, I may even end up heir to Daddy's business..."

"That is true, Miss," the Wench agreed. "Of all the women in this household, only yourself and little Bianca are free women; the rest are servants or slaves -- some are both."

"Little Bianca?"

"She's the daughter of one of the servants -- actually, the woman is Jason's slave, but she is still a servant to my Master. Bianca is fourteen. She is also a free woman in that Master does not attempt to control her in any way -- but she is of course still subject to her mother's discipline. And of course, she is not Master's daughter."

"Wow, this is gawdawful confusin'," Draper muttered.

"I agree, Sir," the Wench murmured, "but it DOES work, in the main." She glanced around, businesslike, "So, what can I do for you? Can we get you anything? Would you like to see me do anything? I can certainly provide fellatio, if you'd like -- or even cunnilingus..."

"What?" Tenisha yelped.

"I am meant to provide entertainment to either sex, Miss..."

Tenisha's eyes flicked to Nora, who answered, "No, we haven't -- and Nate hasn't, either. I think we'll just watch a movie or something, Wench -- and we'd prefer our privacy. Could you and Consuelo station yourselves nearby -- outside the door, say?"

"Certainly, Miss. How about if I stay there, and we release Consuelo. I can always call her for you."

"Good idea." Nora nodded. Consuelo curtsied and departed.

"I will be kneeling outside," the Wench murmured.

"Do whatever is comfortable, as long as you stay awake," Nora directed. The Wench bowed and closed the door.

Nora got up and went to the controls of the video system and began to familiarize herself with the setup. It was custom, and as a result the controls were arranged pretty obviously. "What do you guys want to watch? Regular TV? Porn?"

"I can't believe what I was hearing!" Tenisha muttered. "Why would anyone want to do that?"

Nora shrugged. "She has her reasons, and they're good for her."

"What do you have that's racy, Baby?" Nate asked.

"Well, according to the directory, there is a bunch of stuff in that cabinet..." Nora pointed. "Daddy has the private stuff locked out, but professionally done porn is available. Tenisha?"

"I'm a little shaky," Tenisha admitted. "She acted like she'd have..."

Nora turned a serious expression on this girl who was a friend of a friend, "She would have -- I know. Trust me -- she's VERY SERIOUS about her job."

The guys were digging through the cabinet. "Amateur stuff seems like the least offensive -- don't want to make the girls unhappy," Nate advised. Draper nodded. "An amateur flick, Honey?"

"They're trying to baby us," Nora murmured aside to Tenisha, who had joined her. "That's fine, Honey, but we can take tougher stuff, if you guys want it." She giggled to Tenisha, whispering, "Watch this," then said to Nate, "Why don't you look for something gay or bisexual?" Both boys turned around as one, looking horrified, and Nora and Tenisha laughed out loud, "Gotcha!"

After that, to get even, the boys picked out a compendium of deep- throat gag fucks, along with an amateur flick. "Here," Nate announced, delivering the pair of DVDs, "Pick one." Directly challenged, Nora mounted both in a changer. Tenisha silently handed her the DVD that apparently had last weekend's blowjob practice at Nora's, too, and she mounted that. The Prom night DVD, however, didn't get mounted. Nora queued up the gag-fuck DVD and went to sit on a couch with Nate.

The thing didn't last; while the guys could have watched it alone, it was too starkly exploitative to foster any positive interest in the girls, and they recognized the fact immediately. After a bit, Nate quietly suggested that they move on to the amateur fare.

Something about the amateur flick was romantic; at the very least, it was realistic. There were two couples in the first scene, one white and one Hispanic, and they basically stuck to their original partners while doing a little sixty-nine and then straight sex. It wasn't edgy fare, but they were real people, not models, and the reality tended to add a layer to things. The white girl was chunky, the Hispanic girl had small breasts -- and neither of the guys was hung like a horse. Some positions they tried obviously didn't work... But when the Hispanic girl came, everyone recognized a real orgasm, and it heightened the already existing sexual tension.

"This is better than the fuckin' drive-in," Nate grunted. Nora's top was open and he was playing with her breasts while she sucked him, watching the flick while she bobbed up and down. On the other couch, Draper and Tenisha were in a full sixty-nine, Draper moaning into Tenisha's wet pussy while she tried to swallow his cock. For Draper, things were going about the way they had in the car -- Tenisha's mouth action was great, but not quite enough...

Tenisha recognized the problem, too. The second scene was a black couple, and unfortunately suffered from problems that occur all too often in filming blacks under less than ideal conditions -- poor lighting. You could tell certain things were going on, but the details were murky... "I need help -- why don't you put on the other one?" she asked Nora.

Nora hopped up and cued the third DVD; when she returned, Nate murmured, "Mouth is nice, but..." Nora grinned and snatched off her panties, then climbed atop Nate, who was stretched out on the couch. Fitting herself to him took only a moment, and they both sighed in pleasure as she impaled herself to the root. At that point, though, she nodded at the screen...

Whoever created the content was good; they managed to split-screen the two couples seated on the couch and the video they were watching. Apparently, the thing was filmed with night-vision cameras, as detail was pretty good in the dark. They watched the boys shuck out of their jeans and the girls jack them while the first woman on screen took her abuse at the hands of the giant piece of meat she was trying to suck. Nora fast- forwarded the video to the point where the third scene provided real teaching points and the girls started working on the boys in earnest; Draper was just amazed at the whole thing. Watching himself while Tenisha dove on his dork was just... kinky...

"There it is!" Tenisha giggled, and Draper watched embarrassed as his eyes popped on-screen and his antics and Tenisha's made it clear that he was shooting in her mouth. "Okay, so what did I do right?" Tenisha asked the group.

Nora, slowly grinding herself against Nate, murmured, "Not sure -- maybe you just got lucky." The video moved on to concentrate on Nora's solo effort, which was somewhat embarrassing to her, but she was getting used to it.

Nate, however, provided the first insight. "That's it, 'Nisha -- you're not doin' the whole thing on the stroke! You got to go down and come up, every time, not work short spots... Draper long-strokes you, don't he?"

Tenisha popped off Draper's length, "Uh huh!"

"Well, you got to long-stroke HIM when you're blowin' him!" On screen, Nora was trying to swallow Nate, and it was obviously effective. "See?"

Tenisha saw something else -- in fact, she saw herself telling Nora to do it! She tilted her head back to give her a more open throat, just as Nora did on-screen. This resulted in kind of an arc where she was more or less horizontal while lipping Draper's glans then moved forward and tilted down as she took in the shaft. The effort moved her to the point that Draper couldn't stay engaged with her pussy, so he just lay back and enjoyed the action while watching Nora suck on-screen and bounce on Nate's lap in person. "Aaggh! That's workin'! I'm gettin' close!" Tenisha pushed herself even harder, trying to absorb Draper's length in its entirety -- but her throat just wouldn't do it. Still, she was working several inches, and supplementing it with a jacking grip at the base, and that was plenty. "I'm gonna blow!" Draper grunted, "AAAGGGGHHH!!!!" His cock got HUGE and HARD in her throat in the middle of a down stroke, and Tenisha pulled back just in time to have room in her mouth to hold the first jet of Draper's semen.

Nora watched Draper jerk and heave, grunting as his balls spasmed, and Tenisha managing to grin in triumph around a mouthful of cock, but the stimulation got to be too much and her eyes went vacant as her attention turned to the bubble of pleasure growing inside her, "OoooOOOOOHHHH!" That wasn't quite it, but she couldn't stay silent. That and the grinding she was doing to his pubic bone told Nate she was about to pop, so he grinned and jammed himself upward, setting her off! "OOGH!! OOOGH!! OOOGH!!" she gasped, dropping forward and bracing her hands on Nate's shoulders as the shock wave hit. Nate grinned from ear to ear; Nora's blowjob earlier had backed him off to the point that now he could shoot for giving Nora another big orgasm before he shot off again -- something he just loved to watch!