Chapter 19: The Sullivans

"You got a cute ass," I said, pinching Mary's plump ass as she turned the shower on. "Have I ever told you that?"

"All the time," Mary answered, giving me a fond look. "And I never tire of hearing it."

My cum was running out of her ass and cunt, white rivulets that ran down her legs and made her look so goddamn fucking sexy. We had just spent the last hour and half making love, in every position we could think of, and I came inside every hole my naughty filly had. I gave her ass a squeeze, enjoying the feel of the flesh of her cheeks.

Mary slapped my hand away. "Didn't you get enough?" she asked with a pleased smile.

"Never," I answered, pulling her to me and kissing her on the lips. "How could I ever tire of you, Mare."

"Stop it," Mary protested, half-heartily. Sensing weakness, I kissed her again. "My family will be here soon. We got to get ready, Mark."

Steam started to pour from the shower and Mary slipped out of my grasp and into the shower. Warm water splashed on her perfect, naked body, running down her perky, freckled breasts and flat stomach, and matting the fiery heart of pubic hair above the slit of her pussy. She ducked her head under the water, her auburn hair plastering to her body. I followed her in, pressing up against her back, my hard cock rubbing on her ass and the small of her back, while my hands wrapped around her and found her breasts and her hard nipples.

Mary sighed in pleasure. "We don't have time, Mark," she whispered. Her nipples were hard points beneath my fingers.

"You're just so beautiful," I whispered, kissing her neck. "How can I resist your perfect body."

Mary turned in my embrace, lust shining in her eyes. I groaned as she grasped my hard cock, stroking it with her wet hand. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her nipples hard as rocks. I slid a hand down her wet back and fondled her plump ass.

"I thought we had to get ready?" I asked, enjoying her hand stroking my cock.

"We do," she whispered, her legs spreading. "My family will be here soon."

Her hands were guiding my cock to the hot entrance of her pussy. I cold feel her lips brushing my cock's head and then hole that led deeper inside her. I thrust forward, slowly, enjoying the feel of her cunt's embrace. "If we need to get ready, I whispered into her ear, "why are you sticking my cock in your delightful pussy?"

"Because, I love when you're inside me," Mary gasped, as I bottomed out. "You're so handsome that I just can't resist your seduction. So fuck me! Ride your filly!"

Her lips were on me, her tongue in my mouth. I gripped her hips and her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck, as I pressed her against the shower wall. Then she broke the kiss, moaning passionately in my ear, holding me tight, as I slowly began to thrust my cock in and out of her sweet pussy.

"Tonight, I'm going to make love to both my sisters," Mary whispered into my ear. "My bitch of an older sister, Shannon, and little Missy. I'm going to eat their pussies and they're gone to eat mine. And then you can fuck them." She gripped my cock harder with her cunt. "Imagine it, the Sullivan girls naked and wet and willing in your bed."

I pictured them. Shannon, a more mature Mary, her body riper. Missy was Mary younger sister, still in high school, just coming into her beauty. All three, together on the bed. Three red-haired beauty's caressing each other. Who would I have first? The more experienced Shannon, or the youthful and possibly virginal Missy.

"Your the best, Mare," I panted. "So sweet of you to share your sisters."

Mary gave a throaty purr. "After you cum in my sister's naughty cunts, I'm going to eat your tasty cum out of their twats."

I could picture Mary kneeling before her sister, eating creampie while I took my filly from behind. Her sister would be writhing in pleasure, begging Mary to eat her nasty cunt harder and better. Begging for Mary to give her an orgasm. And when I shot my load in Mary's tight pussy, the sisters would swap, and Mary's creampie would get eaten.

"Yes, Mare!" I panted, my balls tightening, "Yes, oh fuck, I can't wait! Here it comes, Mare. You've been a naughty filly!" I groaned as my cum shot inside her.

"Fuck, fuck, cum in me!" she gasped. "Are you that excited?"

"Yeah," I panted, leaning against her.

"Don't stop," Mary urged. "I need to cum! Keep fucking, stud!"

Our flesh slapped together as I started fucking her again. "Are you excited to eat your sister's cunts?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes, I can't wait," she moaned, fucking her hips back into me. "I'm going..." A knock at the bathroom door interrupted her. "Yes," Mary angrily shouted.

The bathroom door opened and someone entered. "Sorry, Mistress," Thamina, our Arabic slut, apologized. Thamina was one of the three sluts that were going to serve us tonight. Desiree, wife of the previous owner of our house, and Fiona, a waitress from Seattle, were the other two. "Your sister, Shannon, and her boyfriend have arrived."

"Figures," Mary moaned, bucking her hips on me. "She's early. Tell her we're getting ready and will be down soon."

"Shall I tell them why you are delayed?" Thamina asked with amusement.

"No," Mary gasped. "And be on your best behavior. Tonight, you're just regular maids, not fuck maids."

"Of course, Mistress," Thamina murmured.

"You will call me Miss Mary in front of my family, slut," Mary moaned. "Or I'll paddle your ass until its cherry red and you can't sit down for a week!" Mary's cunt gave my cock a squeeze. "Umm, your dusky ass jiggling at every blow, your naughty little cunt getting wetter and wetter! Umm, yes, fuck me harder, Mark!" I obliged, fucking Mary hard, our groins smacking together wetly in the shower. Her cunt spasmed on my cock as she screamed her orgasm loudly. "My randy stallion! Oh yes! Oh fucking yes!"

I kept fucking her harder and harder as she moaned her passion. Her cunt kept rippling on my cock as a second orgasm followed the first, not as strong, but she still bucked and writhed against me. Her cunt was milking my cock, hungry for my cum. I felt my balls tightening and I groaned into my filly's ear and unloaded into her cunt, three blasts of sticky cum.

I was ready first, dressing in a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue pin-striped white-shirt. I was freshly shaved and wearing a musky cologne that Mary had got for me. "Umm, you smell great," Mary had purred, kissing me on the lips. My hands slid down, squeezing her plump ass. She reached behind and pushed my hands off. "No, you go downstairs and entertain our guests."

I sighed, adjusted my hard cock in my pants and I left Mary, naked, putting on her makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. I walked down stairs, hearing voices in the living room. Fiona walked by in a her conservative maid outfit, at least conservative compared to the one she usually wore. She was wearing a classic, french maid's outfit, low cut bodice surrounded by lace, a short skirt with layers of white, frilly petticoats beneath, and fishnet stalkings held up by a garter belt covered her beautiful legs. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the small, white maids cap covered her head. In her hands she held a silver platter, three wine glasses and two soda glasses on the tray.

"Master," she greeted, the flushed, "I mean, Mr. Mark."

"Don't let Mary here you slip up," I warned. "She's looking to paddle someone."

"Thanks for the warning, sir," Fiona smiled and I followed her into the living room where she placed glasses on coasters on the coffee table.

Mary's family and her sisters' boyfriends were all sitting, nervous, in the living room. I knew that feeling well, from my job as a door-to-door vacuum-cleaner salesman. Even after years of doing the job, being in a strange house was always a little uncomfortable. Mary's father stood up, he was a tall man, a little heavy around the middle. His hair was red, streaked with gray and tied back in a ponytail and a bright, red beard peppered with gray covered his lean face. He had green eyes, the same deep shade that Mary had.

"Mark?" he asked, with a question, extending his hand.

"Yeah," I answered. He had a firm grip. "I'm Mark Glassner and you must be Sean." I noticed a gold wedding band. "Oh, Mary didn't tell me you remarried."

Sean blinked, then looked down at his left hand. "Oh, no. I just..." He sighed. "I'm sure Mary told you about her mother."

I nodded. Mary had told me all about how her mother had ran off when she was six with a musician. Her mom wanted to have fun, so she abandoned her family to whore around with some indie rock band. Mary's mom had written a detailed letter to her husband describing all the fun she was having with her boyfriend, and others. She divorced her husband and signed away her custody rights to her children. Mary was still hurt by her mother's abandonment.

"Sorry," I said, not sure what else to say to a man who seemed to never have gotten over his whore of wife running out on him.

"It's fine," Sean shrugged. "Anyway, this is my oldest, Shannon." Sean motioned to a fiery red-head in her early twenties. Shannon was taller than Mary, and had her father's lean face. Other than the red-hair, I wouldn't have thought Shannon was Mary's sister at all. She was dressed in tight blue jeans that showed off her firm ass and a lilac, peasant blouse embroidered with small, dark purple flowers down the V neckline.

"I'm so happy to meet you," Shannon exclaimed and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me through her loose blouse. They felt bigger than Mary's.

Shannon broke the embrace and looked me up and down. "You're better dressed than Mike," she said. Mike was the asshole Mary was dating when I met her. He was her high school sweetheart and took advantage of her. Mary feared turning into her mother, of becoming a whore and running off with another man, so she stayed with Mike even after she thought he had cheated on her. One of these days I was going to get around to punishing the guy for how we treated her.

"You better not break her heart, Mark," Shannon warned with a mother's fierceness.

"I won't," I told her. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, flecked with green spots, and bored intensely into me. "I love her."

And then she was all smiles again. "Of course you do."

The youngest, Missy, stood excitedly behind her sister. Missy looked like a younger version of Mary, the same, heart-shaped, freckled face, but with blue eyes. Her hair was lighter, a strawberry-blonde, gathered in two pigtails. She was gangly, still filling out, and looked to be about fifteen. She squealed happily and through her arms around my neck.

"Oh my gosh!" Missy exclaimed. "I can't wait for the wedding! I've always wanted a big brother!" Then her lips pressed quickly on my cheek and then she squealed again and jumped back.

"I ... well ... It's nice to meet you, Missy," I stammered, thrown off by her enthusiasm. Her body had felt so nice pressed up against me, small breasts and lithe frame of a teenager. My cock was even harder in my pants, knowing I was going to fuck both of these girls tonight. I wanted to do it right now, but I knew Mary wanted a nice, normal dinner with her family, first.

"Well, I'm George, Shannon's boyfriend," a man, about my age, said. He had short, black hair, the kind of haircut you see on a business man. He was dressed nicely, gray slacks, buttoned-down white shirt with a gray vest over the shirt. A gray fedora was perched on his head and I almost laughed. He was trying to look smooth and not quite pulling it off. I shook his hand. "You have a great house. Mary never said what you do?"

I smiled. "Poker," I lied. "I'm a gambler."

"Not a bank thief?" George asked. Clearly he's seen news report about me.

Well, I was that, with my power it was child's play. "No, that was a misunderstanding. You can ask Mary, she was with me when some of those happened. Didn't stop the FBI from breaking down my door and scaring us, though."

"Of course," Sean said. "My Mary wouldn't be involved with a bank robber."

God, it was getting hard to hold a straight face. Mary didn't even object when I told her about robbing a bank, in fact she got wet and excited and we fucked passionately. The last guest, sipping at a soda and sitting quietly on the couch, was a teenage boy. He was fifteen or so, the same age as Missy. He wore a red hoodie and blue jeans, his left ear was pierced and his hair was long and shaved at the sides. I looked questioningly at the youth.

"This is Damien," Missy said, excitedly. "We've been dating forever! Ever since the spring sock hop! He's the best!" Missy started glassy eyed at the youth, puppy love dripping off her body.

"Hi," he muttered and shrunk into the couch beneath the stairs of all the adults.

Everyone sat down, the adults grabbed their wine glasses and Missy grabbed the other soda. Shannon and George sitting on the couch next to Damien, Sean sat in a recliner, and Missy perched on the couch arm next to Damien, who's eyes glanced at her coltish legs and he held his glass over his crotch.

I wasn't the only one that needed to some relief, I thought with a smile.

"So, poker, that must be exciting," Sean said. "I just teach High School English."

"Oh, High School can be pretty exciting," I said, remembering all the fun I had today at Rogers High School. That was a mistake, I really needed to attend to my hard cock.

Fiona was standing at the far end of the table. Looking so beautiful, so sexy in her maid outfit. God, I couldn't wait till after dinner, I need to fuck something. I caught her gaze and motioned her to the hallway where the first floor bathroom was.

Thamina walked in. "Is there anything I can get you Ma-Mister Mark?"

"No, I'm going to check on our dinner with Desiree. She's an amazing cook. Thamina will get you anything you need." I stood up. "Excuse me."

"Oh, good, I'm starving," Shannon admitted. "Only had a salad for lunch. Got to watch my figure," she giggled, sipping at her wine. I glanced at her figure, and whatever she was doing, it was working.

"How many staff do you have?" Sean asked, eying Thamina. "It seems a little much."

"Oh, we have enough," I answered. "Mary wanted tonight to be special. If you'll excuse me," I said, desperate to get some relief for my cock.

I disappeared into the dining room and cut through the kitchen. It smelled delicious and Desiree looked curious at me as I walked by. I exited the kitchen entering into another hallway. This hallway led to the stairs and the first floor bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Fiona was waiting, a naughty smile on her face. I closed the door and held a finger to my lips and Fiona's smile broadened.

I bent her over the sink, flipped up her black maid's skirt and the ruffled petticoats beneath and exposed her freckled ass and the wet slit of her cunt. Her vulva was flushed with desire and her inner lips protruded from the center of her tight slit. I fished my cock out and sighed in relief as a slid slowly into Fiona's warm embrace.

I fucked her slowly, with strong, deep strokes, savoring the delicious feel of her pussy on my cock as I reamed her silken walls. Fiona clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan. There was something deeply exciting fucking a woman while a group of people chatters on in the next room. It was getting noisier in the living room as the wine loosened their nerves.

The bathroom door opened and a stunned Missy Sullivan looked on. She gaped, not knowing what to do as I fucked Fiona. Then hurt and anger replaced the surprise, her blue eyes staring daggers at me. She drew in a deep breath, about to scream, and I was about to give her a command when Mary was behind her, clapping a hand over her little sister's mouth.

"Shhh, Missy, it's me," Mary whispered. "I'm going to let go, so don't scream."

Missy nodded her head. "Your fiancee's is ... is ... with another woman." Missy's face flushed scarlet and she tried to look away, but her eyes were rooted to where my cock was pumping in and out of Fiona's cunt.

"It's okay, babydoll," Mary whispered and gently nudged Missy into the bathroom and closed the door. "Mark's a real man," Mary continued, whispering in her sister's ear. They were the same height and Mary wrapped her arms around her sister and pressed against her back. "And a real man takes who he wants when he wants her."

"But, but," Missy tried to protest, her thoughts scattered by the situation.

"Go ahead, watch a real man fuck," Mary purred. "Watch a real man take his pleasure from a naughty little slut who's going to get her bottom paddled, latter." Was it fair to paddle Fiona for following my commands when she had no choice. No, but that wasn't going to stop Mary. She just loved paddling asses and would use any flimsy excuse to do it.

My strokes were getting harder, I always loved having an audience, and Mary's innocent little sister made quite the inciting audience. Fiona must have thought so, too, because she screamed into her hand as her cunt rippled on my cock. Or maybe she was excited by the thought of getting spanked by Mary.

"He's big," Missy said in awe. "He's bigger than Damien."

"Damien's still only fifteen," Mary said, "He may grow a bit more. Imagine that cock in your pussy, Missy. I bet it would feel better than Damien's little cock. I bet you'd have a nice cum! You did say you never came with Damien?"

"No," Missy whispered. "It feels nice, but I never cum." Missy bit her lip and glanced at me. "You don't want me ... with him?"

"Would you like that?" Mary asked.

"I ... I love Damien," Missy said. "He loves me and I gave him my virginity. We're going to get married and have a bunch of kids."

"Of course you are, babydoll," Mary whispered. "But fucking and love have nothing to do with each other. Mark loves me, yet he's fucking Fiona. I love Mark, and yet I fucked other people."

"Really?" Missy asked, eagerly. "Who?"

"Fiona there," Mary answered.

"You've been with a woman?" Missy gasped. "Wow!"

"He's going to cum, soon" Mary whispered. "See his face, his balls are ready to cum. When a guy gets that look there's no stopping him."

I gritted me teeth, their talk sending me over the edge and I dumped my load into Fiona's cunt. I pulled out and Missy's eyes were glued to my wet cock and then she saw the white sperm leaking from Fiona's pussy.

"That's a real man's work there, Missy," Mary said. "Now, don't go tell anyone about this. It's our little secret, okay."

Missy nodded, staring in amazement at Fiona's pussy. Mary opened the door and gave her a little shove then rounded on me, hands on her hips. Even angry, she looked stunning in her black dress. It was tight, clinging to her curves, and low cut to show off her freckled cleaved. Black stockings covered her shapely legs, held up by a garter belt, the clasps just peaking out from beneath her skirt's hem.

"You're supposed to behaving, Mark Glassner," Mary hissed in anger.

"Sorry, Mare," I sheepishly said. "I got horny."

Mary rolled her eyes. "When aren't you horny, Mark?"

I smiled. "Never," I retorted with a grin. "You're gorgeous, Mare. I love that dress on you." A smile cracked Mary's face.

"Well, have you got it out of your system, or do I need to worry about you sneaking out during dinner to stick it up some slut's ass?"

"I'll be good," I promised.

Mary smacked Fiona's ass. "Wipe that cum up and get out there and serve." And then Mary grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the bathroom.

Shannon and Sean were excited to see Mary and Missy had this knowing smirk on her face when Fiona walked out looking a little flustered. But she didn't say anything. Shannon hugged her sister for a little longer than sisters normally hug, her hands stroking Mary's back a little more sensuous then you'd expect. Mary's wish to have all women desire her was working on her sisters, especially Shannon.

Dinner was a delicious, multi-course affair. Starting with a delicious potato soup, homemade of course, followed by an almond-topped salad. The main course was lemon and pepper roasted squab stuffed with a delicious, bread stuffing. Creamy mashed potatoes were served on the side, covered in a savory gravy. Wine flowed and soon everyone was laughing and having a good time. Sean was a funny guy, it turned out, loving to tell stories about all the stupidly funny things his students had done over the years.

Damien came out of his shell when when we discovered we both played Call of Duty. "Ghost is going to be whacked!" Damien exclaimed. "Gonna dominate on Xbox Live!" He was a nice kid once he got over his shyness. Missy sat next to him, nodding when Damien would say something, but she kept staring at me, that knowing smile on her face and a flush painting her cheeks red.

Shannon and her boyfriend George talked with Mary. Shannon had her eyes fixed on Mary's cleavage most of the time and every so often Mary would shiver. Mary leaned over and whispered that her sister was playing footsie with her underneath the table and every so often would get bold enough to rub her foot all the way to Mary's pussy, brushing her hard clit through the fabric of her panties.

George was oblivious to his girlfriends activities beneath the table. The talk turned to my supposed poker career and I made use of all the World Series of Pokers I had ever watched to bluff my way through the conversation. It was important to Mary that I didn't exert any unneeded control on her family.

When dessert was served, Mary excused herself to use the restroom and Shannon joined her. When Mary came back, her hair was a little mused and her lipstick smudged. I pulled her to me and kissed her and she whispered, "Shannon kissed me."

George kissed Shannon when she sat down and plates of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream were brought out by Desiree herself and everyone praised her cooking. Sean insisted she join us and eat some of her cake, along with Fiona and Thamina.

"I am stuffed," Shannon said. "That was worth starving myself all day. But I'm going to have to spend an extra half hour at the gym to burn off that cake."

Another bottle of wine was broached, and somehow, to Mary's embarrassment, her dad started talking about her security blanket. "Mr. Fuzzydown, was his name," Sean laughed, "and she carried it everywhere, tucked underneath her arm. When people asked her about it, she would say, 'This is Mr. Fuzzydown, my butler.' She had gotten it in her head that a butler protected people."

"I was four, dad," Mary blushed. "It was some stupid movie I watched as a kid, I think."

"She wouldn't even let her mother or I wash it," Sean said and Mary and her sisters fell silent. Sean cleared his throat, "Anyway, its getting late and I should be getting Damien home."

"Oh, its too early to go," Mary pouted. "Why don't you have Mark talk to Damien's parents, he'll straighten it out. He's very persuasive. If his poker career ever fails him, he could get into sales and make a killing. Besides, my sisters and I have some lady business to attend to."

"What?" Missy asked, excitedly.

Mary just smiled mysteriously at her little sister and turned to head upstairs. Shannon eagerly followed, probably hopping to continue their kiss, and Missy glanced at me, flushed, and then chased after Mary.

After speaking with Damien's parents, us guys retired to the living room. "I have a present for you guys," I said. "Right now, Mary and her sisters are making love and I am about to go and join them."

All three started at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. "Not funny, man," George said, some heat to his voice.

"It's okay for Mary and I to have sex with them," I calmly told them. "You guy's don't mind. And I'm sure your girlfriends won't mind if you guys get laid tonight, either."

The sluts, Desiree, Fiona, and Thamina were lurking for my signal and came out, naked. Desiree had nut-brown skin and big breasts that swayed as she walked. Fiona's breasts were nice sized, smaller than Desiree, and topped with red nipples. A landing strip of fiery hair led down to her pussy. Thamina still wore her headscarf, her dusky breasts were topped with dark nipples and a V of black hair pointed down to her cunt.

"Sean, you're my future father-in-law, so why don't you choose first," I said.

Sean swallowed and glanced at me. "I ... I haven't been with a woman since..." Since his wife left him.

I nodded. "Isn't it time to change that. Choose one and you'll have a night to remember."

"God, they're so beautiful," he groaned and chose Fiona.

Fiona's blue eyes sparkled with lust and she pushed Sean down into the recliner and draped herself across Sean's lap and started kissing him. Sean sat there rigid, for a moment, and then his arms wrapped around her and he was kissing her back just as passionately.

Damien grabbed Desiree. "Your tits are so big," he moaned. "Like Mrs. Corra my math teacher." He, slowly, reached out and squeezed her big tit. "It's so ... soft and yet firm!" he marveled.

"Not so hard," Desiree winced. "A women needs to be touched, gently."

"Will you show me?" he asked, eagerly. "How to please a women?"

Sean was to lost in making out with Fiona to catch the implication of that statement. From what I gathered in the bathroom, Missy wasn't terribly satisfied with Damien's performance. The boy was eager and Desiree was soon stretched out on the couch talking him through feeling up her breasts.

Thamina went to George, shyly. Thamina always got shy around strangers. Her strict, Muslim upbringing had shamed her from pursuing the desires of her body. George cupped her chin and kissed her gently until she stopped trembling and then he sat her down in the other recliner, spread her dusky thighs and Thamina moaned in appreciation. George, it seemed, didn't need lessons in how to please a woman.

"Shh," Fiona hushed my future father-in-law, placing a finger on her lips as her other hand was busy with his pants. "Let me take care of you."

She rose up and I could see Sean's penis poking at the waxed lips of her pussy as she guided him into her hole, then she sank down and groaned as he shot his load prematurely. "Sorry," he gasped. "It's been so long."

"You don't need to apologize," Fiona said, rising up on his cock, still hard even after cumming. "Now that the first one is out of the way, you'll last longer."

"Sheesh," Sean muttered. "Wow, I had forgotten how amazing this was!"

On the couch, Desiree was teaching Damien how eat a woman's cunt. "Umm, that's good. The clitoris is very sensitive, so be gentle with it. Yes, nice, slow rubs. Don't be afraid to kiss it and suck on it, but watch your ... uuhh ... your teeth!" she panted, playing with her nipples as Damien eagerly sucked at her pussy.

My cock was hard in my pants and then I realized the flaw in our plan. Mary wanted to make love to both her sisters, alone, at first. She would text me when she was ready for me to join her. In the meantime, I was supposed to make sure her father and her sisters' boyfriends were distracted. They were. But we only had three sluts stay. I should have had a fourth slut stay so I could have someone to play with.

I considered going next door where the other sluts were at, probably having themselves a fun little girly orgy, when I saw Fiona's ass as she rode Sean. She had a free hole. And Sean would soon be my father-in-law so we were practically family so why not share a whore with him. I walked over to the chair, my cock bumping into Fiona's ass.

"Are you ... uhh ... going to fuck my ass, Master?" Fiona panted, forgetting how to address me in front of company. Well, the cat was out of the bag so what did it matter.

"Yeah, slut," I told her. "I'm going to ream your sexy ass."

I slid into her tight ass, extra tight as Sean's cock filled her cunt. "What..." Sean started to protest and Fiona sealed her lips over his, stifling his objections as she fucked us both, rising and wiggling her hips, finding a rhythm to pleasure the two of us.

Fiona broke her kiss and started panting, "Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Master. And Mr. Sullivan's feels so good in my pussy! Thank you, Master!"

I started fucking Fiona back, getting into the rhythm and enjoying her sweet ass. Sean was groping her breasts and sucked a red nipple into his mouth. "God, your ass feels amazing, slut!" I growled.

"Hmm, you like my slutty ass, Master!" Fiona cooed. "Are you going to cum in my ass? Are you going to fill my slutty as with your hot cum!"

"Fucking slut," I groaned, her talk turning me on.

That tightening sensations was beginning in my balls and I fucked Fiona's ass as hard as I could, shoving her cunt down onto Sean's cock. My future father-in-law was gasping in pleasure as Fiona's cunt slammed down on him over and over. I fucked her harder, three more powerful strokes and then I was flooding her ass with my cum.