Chapter 22
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The final chapter of "I Love Sluts". Nellie performs at a strip club, dumps Reggie with style, and Big Mike gets it on with Frank's cadre of little girls...
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Nellie was still excited about dancing topless at amateur night. "Can you check and see if they have David Rose's 'The Stripper'. I'd love to dance to that."
"I miss the days of exotic dancers," I said. "They'd go through three songs while stripping down from formal wear to a G-string and pasties."
"Pasties?"
"It was against the law to expose your nipples back then. The dancers covered their nipples with adhesive backed decorative covers. Some had tassels. Some of the dancers were called tassel twirlers. They could get those tassels going around in opposite directions. Amazing! Some of the dancers were college girls, majoring in theater, and very talented."
"You don't like topless dancers?"
"Not really. It doesn't take much talent to flounce around and jiggle titties. Most of them aren't even in sync with the music."
She went to work wearing a charcoal gray knee length skirt with a matching jacket, a lacy black silk blouse, and open toed red satin pumps with matching nail polish. Nellie opened the door from the inside as Pauline was opening it from the outside.
"Good morning, Pauline."
"Good morning, Nellie. I love your outfit, especially with those shoes."
Then to me, lifting her skirt, and showing cum oozing down her thighs, "Wanna eat my pussy? I just fucked the insurance adjuster who was inspecting the kitchen fire damage next door."
I lifted her up onto the breakfast bar, and licked her thighs clean before burying my tongue in her sopping cunt. After giving her an orgasm with my tongue, I fucked her doggy style and ate her again.
"God!" she exclaimed. "I love the way you love to eat pussy, like you're a lesbian trapped in a man's body."
"I get off to giving orgasms. I love making people cum. My tongue never tires."
At work, I updated and rewrote some of my old stories, then interviewed and photographed a driftwood sculptor.
Big Mike wasn't in his apartment. I went to the bar downstairs, and was told he moved in with his new partner. I called him from a pay phone, and asked if the contestants could choose their music, and if the bar had 'The Stripper' by David Rose.
He called back 10 minutes later. "He has it on 8-track. High quality. That's what your wife wants to dance to?"
"Are you going to work security there?"
"Just on amateur night. I ain't going to give up that gig."
"You've moved in with Dave?"
"David. He doesn't like being called Dave. He's got three bedrooms, a hot tub and swimming pool, and he don't object to me bringing women over."
"Sounds like a deal."
"Do those sexy little girls hang out at your apartment very often?"
"They've adopted our apartment as their regular hangout, and favorite sleepover venue."
"Must be awful tempting sometimes."
"It most certainly is. And I've never been a good self-disciplinarian."
There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line. "You mean… Never mind. I ain't gonna ask."
"What about your Thursday evening rape date with Betty?"
"Shit! I forgot. I gotta call Johnny and tell him I'll keep the dump. See ya at Foxy's."
Nellie and I arrived home at the same time. I wondered who was parking in her space when I saw the shiny black Thunderbird drive in.
"How do you like it?" she asked. "It's got electric everything. The seats are heated. This is luxury."
"It's a monstrosity. Ford committed a cardinal sin when they stopped making it as a sports car. Lee Iococca redeemed their soul when he came out with the Mustang."
"I think it's going to be a classic, like Sally. I may keep it." she said. "You've kept Sally looking like new for 12 years. We can do the same thing with the T-Bird. I Love it!"
"I can't believe they sold it to you before the '77s came out."
"I can be persuasive."
"You fucked the salesman."
"No! The dealership's owner. Not only did he give me a great deal on the price and my trade-in, he threw in a very extended warranty."
"You service him. He services your T-Bird."
"You make it sound so crude," Nellie huffed. "Did you find out if the club will play 'The Stripper' for me?"
"Yep. In high fidelity 8-track stereo."
We arrived at the club in my Mustang a little before 7, pulling into the parking lot behind Big Mike's big black F-250. Nellie didn't want to take the chance of a drunk banging into her new treasure.
Big Mike smelled like he soaked in cologne. "I didn't have time to shower after my bout with Betty."
"I am so nervous," Nellie whined.
"You look really classy, Mrs. Harris. I've never seen a woman wear a suit in this joint before."
"I'm going to strip to 'The Stripper.' I know the routine."
"You did it for Dr. Georgie."
She giggled and nodded.
"Nobody ever strips anymore," Mike said. "They just shake their booties and jiggle their titties."
Eight amateurs signed up ahead of Nellie. Most were wearing tee shirts and Daisy Dukes before getting on stage, and stripping down to panties before their performances. Each in turn was either cheered or jeered.
There was a 'What the Fuck' moment when Nellie took the stage wearing her business suit. She instructed me to stand at the edge of the stage.
'The Stripper' started, and Nellie moved to the music, kicking off one shoe then the other. I caught them. She slowly and sensually disrobed, pitching me each article of clothing.
"Take it off! Take it off! Take it all off!" the crowd chanted.
And she took it all off, except for the teeny weeny candy apple red string bikini bottom. Then, her rhythmic bumps and grinds made the crowd go wild.
The other contestants were angry. They complained that they weren't allowed to do an act.
"Nobody told you bitches you couldn't do an act," the manager said. "And I didn't tell her that she could. But I'm fuckin' glad she did!"
"Helen!" Reginald shouted as he rushed toward her with open arms.
Mike stepped between him and Nellie. "No touching the dancers!"
"She's my friend and coworker," Reginald protested.
"I don't give a fuck if she's your fuckin' sister, dipshit. You touch her, and I throw your ass out."
"He's my boss," Nellie explained.
"It don't matter. He can't touch you in here."
"May she join me at my table?"
"No touching.
"That means you too, Frank."
Although not invited, I joined Nellie at Reginald's table, where an older sweaty fat man in an expensive business suit and a toupee sat.
"Mr. Wiggerstein, this is my husband, Frank Harris. Frank, this is our district manager."
We shook hands, which was a little complicated since I carried Nellie's shoes in my left hand and had her suit and blouse draped over my right forearm.
"So nice of you to join us, Mr. Harris," Reginald said, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Reggie told me how dedicated, efficient and organized you were," Wiggerstein said, giving me a cautious glance that told me that Reggie also boasted about their boudoir escapades. "But he failed to mention what a talented and delightful dancer you were."
"Can we get you something to drink, Frank?"
"Ginger ale in the can."
"Time to vote, gentlemen," the manager announced. "Will the contestants please return to the stage?"
The other contestants gave Nellie the Evil-Eye, as she mounted the stage.
"I will hold my hand above each contestant's head, and the one who receives the loudest applause and cheers will be declared the winner."
Nellie easily won. Reginald and Mr. Wiggerstein threw dignity to the wind. They cheered whistled, stomped their feet, and screamed when the manager held his hand over her head.
The manager laughed, "This is the first time in the history of Foxy's that a contestant with less than D-cup boobs won."
He escorted Nellie to our table. "Honey let me know if you want to turn pro. I have a place for you."
"I'll let you know," Nellie laughed.
Wiggerstein leaned close to me and whispered, "Reggie informs me that you and Mrs. Harris have an unusual marriage."
"I don't believe it's that unusual," I said. "It's no secret that we have an open marriage. She's free to have extramarital flings."
"You're not afraid that she might leave you for someone else?"
"Nope," I said, grinning as I placed my elbow on the table and held my hand up.
"What?"
"Place your hand against mine."
He almost did it. His hand was about six inches from mine when he realized mine was at least four inches longer than his. He quickly withdrew.
I wasn't really that confidant. She wanted a lot more than I had to offer. She knew I would never be rich. But Wiggerstein and Reggie also lacked confidence in the face of my arrogance. They were the kind of men who expect respect and loyalty without giving it. They'll never understand that respect and loyalty is a two way street. Their underlings will give a show of respect and loyalty, but will turn on them the moment they get the opportunity. They kissed ass on their way up the corporate ladder, and expected to have their asses kissed by those following them up the ladder.
Wiggerstein ogled Nellie's boobs until she put her blouse back on.
"It's a little chilly in here," she said, putting her jacket on over the blouse. "I'm ready to go home, Frank."
The manager approached as we neared the exit. "I'm Jo Jo Barnes," he said, handing Nellie his business card. "You could earn big bucks with your act. I have another club. A private club for high dollar clients. You would be a fantastic happy hour attraction."
"Happy hour?"
"Four to seven. I pay well and they tip generously."
"I don't have to…"
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"I'll think about it," she said, looking at his card.
We went out to my Mustang. I opened the door for her. "You'll think about it?"
"Yeah. Why not? If Reggie expects me to do anything with Wiggerstein, I'll quit. He gives me the creeps. He's revolting."
"Reggie doesn't mind Wiggerstein calling him Reggie?"
"He hates it. But he has to kiss his superiors' asses, and act like he enjoys it. Take me home and fuck my brains out!"
I took her home and fucked her brains out.
The next morning, she came to the kitchen wearing a crimson skirt, blouse and shoes. She wore more eye shadow than usual. She dropped to her knees and gave me the best blowjob she had ever given. She kissed me passionately, and said, "Have a nice day." and departed.
She called less than an hour later. "Can you meet me at the Enchanted Palms around 11?"
"No problema."
"Do you think you could bring a friend, like Uncle Willard, and anybody else you can think of? Men, not boys."
"Big Mike?"
"Fucking perfect!"
I called Mike and Willard, and told them to come to my apartment ASAP.
Willard was knocking on my door less than five minutes later. Mike arrived less than 15 minutes later, and was visibly disappointed to find none of the sexy little vixens there. They were probably sleeping late. They had a sleepover at Pauline's apartment the night before where Lula arranged for all of the girls to walk in on the new apartment manager titty-fucking her.
Willard and I rode with Mike in his pickup to the apartment. Nellie arrived shortly after we did. "I knew it!" she hissed. "That asshole wants me to have a threesome with him and the creep. I want them to walk in and find real men fucking me."
We quickly stripped.
"Holy shit!" she gasped, staring at Big Mike's big tool. "I can hardly wait to see the expressions on their faces when they see this collection of big cocks!"
"What's the drill?" I asked.
"You watch for them. Let me know when they arrive. Big Mike can fuck me doggy style while I suck Uncle Willard's cock."
A few moments later, Reggie's Caddie parked next to Nellie's T-Bird. "They're here."
They entered the bedroom.
"Fuck her, Mike. Fuck my wife! Pound her pussy with that monster cock!" I cheered, grinning at Reggie and Wiggerstein. "Suck that big black cock, Babe. I want to see him fill your mouth and coat your face with his cum!"
Fatso gasped for air, like a fish out of water.
I thought Reggie was going to faint. "Helen!?! What are you doing?"
"Getting fucked by real men, with real cocks. Do you really think I get off to your dinky little dick? Did you really think that I'd let that fat, sweaty slimeball touch me."
Fatso clutched his chest, dropped to his knees and popped a pill. He was transported to the hospital by ambulance. Reggie went with him.
"Damn!" Nelly exclaimed. "I didn't want to kill him. I just wanted to put him in his place."
I called a hospital employee who gave me information that was supposed to be given only to medical professionals and family.
"It wasn't a myocardial infarction. Just unstable angina. He'll be kept for observation at least overnight."
The phone rang immediately after I hung up. Nellie answered.
"Fired?" she laughed. "You do not want to do that, Reg-gie Your wife and fatso's wife might be interested to know what y'all were doing here. There will be a record of the ambulance call to this apartment, which is leased in your name. However, I would be amenable to a generous severance package. Three month's salary, and a month vacation pay. Plus, the company continues to pay my health insurance for a year." She hung up.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked.
"I'm going to take Jo Jo up on his offer. Working three hours a day sounds good to me. It'll give me more time to enjoy my family and friends. Now, let's fuck." The orgy resumed. Nellie drained us of our cum and energy. Betty was right. Big Mike had an amazing amount of stamina, but my wife finally wore him out.
He fucked her doggy style, missionary, spooned, and cowgirl. I was fascinated, watching her impale herself on that humongous cock. She sucked it, but couldn't deep throat it.
We were lying in bed, resting when Willard said, "Bethany's telling her friends about us eating her pussy."
"Yeah. I know. She introduced me to them."
"You live dangerously. You're dead meat if the cops find out."
"Wait a minute!" Mike said. "Are y'all talking about little girls?"
"Yep. Do you remember seeing a plump little black girl in my apartment?"
"Yeah."
"That's Willard's niece."
"No shit?"
Nellie said, "They're all in love with Frank's tongue. He's eaten all of their pussies, and fucks two of them, including our daughter."
"I knew it!" Mike said. "I just knew it. The way they looked at me. I just knew they were naughty girls."
"You like naughty little girls?"
"Yeah. I always have. But I ain't never done anything about it. I was afraid I'd scare 'em if I tried anything. And I wouldn't never want to scare a kid. I know I'm a scary guy."
I laughed, "The girls think you're a giant teddy bear."
"Really? They said that?"
"Yep."
He looked at his watch. "I gotta check in with David. Can I use the phone?"
"Sure," Nellie answered.
He dialed. "It's me." (listening) "I'm on my way." He hung up. "Gotta go nab a bond jumper. Would it be okay if I called you later, Frank?"
"I'll be home."
We showered, dressed and got into Nellie's Thunderbird. I offered Willard shotgun. "I'll ride in the rear," he said. "I want people to think I have a sexy white chauffeur."
"No one can see in, Willard. The windows are tinted."
"They can see through the windshield."
He got in the rear, and I took shotgun. "Oh no, this'll never do," I complained. "This seat is way too comfortable. I'd go to sleep at the wheel."
The ride was quiet, and as smooth as silk. "It's no fun driving if you can't feel the road."
"Speak for yourself," Willard said. "This is style. This is comfort. This is class."
Willard returned to his apartment and I made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.
"Do you think dancing will provide you with everything you need?"
"I think it'll be fun. The severance package should pay off my credit card debts, with some money left over," she said. "You were right. I wasted most of my life wanting things I didn't have, and never appreciated the things I did have. And, I got tired of being a whore. From now on, I fuck for fun, not money."
The phone rang. Nellie answered.
"Hello?" (listening) "Excellent. And one more thing: a glowing letter of recommendation." (listening) "Tell fatso I'm glad he didn't die. Bye."
"They agreed to your terms?"
"The paperwork is going through the improper channels as we speak. I should have a check no later than Wednesday morning. The Fourth of July holiday slows things down."
"Shall we take a dip?"
"Yeah."
We put our bathing attire on and walked to the pool. Nellie started giggling.
"What's funny?"
"I feel giddy. I feel free. I don't have to prove anything to anybody. I don't have to worry about my job. I don't have to worry about anything. You once said that we could get by on your salary."
"It's enough to keep a roof over our head, clothes on our back and food on the table, with a little left over. But, not enough to make payments and insurance on the Thunderbird."
"I'm certain I can make at least that much dancing for Jo Jo. I love it like you love your Mustang. I want to keep Birdie forever."
"Birdie?"
"You have Sally. I have Birdie; my bicentennial T-Bird."
We dove in and were swimming laps when the kids arrived. "Big Mike called and said that he wanted to talk to you while I was getting into my bikini," Felicity said. "I told him that y'all were in the pool, and that's where we were going. I told him to put a swimsuit on and come on over. He said that he'd be here in 10 or 15 minutes."
"How was the sleepover?"
"It was so cool!" my daughter gushed. "Mr. Collins was titty fucking Lula on the living room floor when we walked in. There was me, and Pauline, and Peggy and Wendy and Bethany, and even Belakane and Funanya. He saw us and jumped up, squirting cum all over the place. He got dressed real quick and left."
"Hi, Mr. Collins!" Bethany called to a man who walked out of the apartment leasing office.
"Hi," he replied, waving and blushing brightly.
He came to the pool and introduced himself. He was an average looking white guy; early 30s, average height and weight. Unremarkable. "I'm Chris Collins; the new manager of the Enchanted Garden."
"What happened to the old manager?" Nellie asked.
"Promoted to assistant general manager of Enchanted properties," he replied. "Will y'all be here tomorrow for our Independence Day Celebration? Free hot dogs and soft drinks and ice cream cones from noon until we run out."
"We'll be here," I said.
He looked past me. His eyes opened wide, and he muttered "Good God!"
I turned and saw Big Mike come through the pool gate. He's a really hairy guy, and he's huge, and he was wearing a black speedo. People call men like him 'bears,' but he looked more like a gorilla.
"Hi, Mike," I called, beckoning him.
"Felicity told me to put on a bathing suit and come over."
I introduced Mike and Chris. "Big Mike's a bounty hunter. He's a friend of mine. It's okay if he joins us, isn't it?"
"Yes. Of course," Chris said, obviously intimidated by the big man's presence.
"I bet Big Mike could really launch us high," Felicity gushed.
"Launch?" Mike asked.
I demonstrated with Felicity. She stood on my shoulders, and squatted down. I got into chest-deep water, and squatted down. Then I sprang up. Felicity sprang up the instant I broke the surface.
He got into it, tirelessly launching at least twice as high as I could. One kid after the other flew high into the air, until they decided to jump him en masse and dunk him. The fearsome bounty hunter, bouncer, repo man, bill collector was just a big kid. While he was throwing kids off, he accidentally grabbed a couple of crotches. He apologized several times, until Pauline said, "Shit happens. You don't hear anyone complaining. Do you? You don't have to say you're sorry every time."
After that, some of the crotch grabs were obviously not accidental, and there were no objections. Roy and Mickey joined in on the fun.
I told the kids to give him a break. He whispered to me, "Somebody underwater squeezed my cock. I came in my Speedo."
"Just one?" I asked.
"No. It happened three or four times."
"Mickey, come here."
He came to me, and I whispered, "Did you squeeze Big Mike's big cock underwater?"
He grinned and giggled and nodded.
"How many times?"
"Just once."
"Big Mike, this is my jack-off buddy, Mickey. He loves big cocks. For a beginner, he's a great cocksucker."
"No kidding?" Mike asked.
"Why don't we go to my apartment and let him prove it."
Roy and all of the girls followed us.
The kids were astounded by the size of his cock. Pauline was intimidated by the monster. The kids stroked it and licked it and kissed it. They had a contest to see who could get the most of it in their mouths. The man has amazing stamina. And he loved having little girls straddle his face. It wasn't like watching a big ugly man molesting kids. It was like watching this enormous kid playing with little kids. It was like he was one of them. They felt the same way. He wasn't a grownup. He was a big kid, and the little kids loved him .
It was difficult to imagine this big kid, being the foul-mouthed brute who virtually rapes Betty at least once a week, or the tough guy bouncer who physically ejects rowdy drunks from Foxy's.
I decided not to tell Betty about the big kid. They both needed the obscene rough sex outlet. And I wouldn't tell Mike that Betty was one of the nicest, most considerate people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I would let them continue being the brute and the bitch on their Thursday afternoon assignations.
Sarge and Riley heard the commotion, and joined us. Felicity called her grandfather and Alex, who brought his brother with him. Bethany called Willard. Big Mike's phenomenal staying power amazed everyone. I became the official second hand cum repository. By the next morning, my belches tasted like semen. I was officially declared the best cunnilinguist in the Enchanted Garden, and possibly in the entire Lone Star State.
Somebody made a store run. Sarge, Riley and I grilled hamburgers for everyone.
Late Saturday morning, there were naked bodies everywhere; on the beds, chairs, couch and floors. Big Mike and I were the only ones awake, lounging naked on the patio, drinking black coffee.
"I'm going to rent me an apartment in The Enchanted Garden, man. I love it here."
"I thought you were living with David and keeping your rape pad."
"I can't live with David. Did you see the movie, 'The Odd Couple'?"
"Yeah."
"David is like Felix Unger. He's a fuckin' neat freak. He drives me fuckin' crazy," Mike complained. "Do they have like little one bedroom apartments here?"
"I think they're all two bedroom, except for the efficiency above the laundromat. Sarge lived there until Riley moved in with him."
"I like those dudes. Not bad for ex-cops."
He looked down at his limp dick. "My cock's really raw, man."
I went to the bathroom and retrieved Nellie's bottle of aloe hand lotion. "Try this," I said, pitching him the bottle.
Sarge and Riley came out onto the patio as Mike applied the cream to his aching penis, emitting a sigh of relief. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Riley exclaimed. "You didn't get enough last night?"
"It's almost too raw to touch. Frank gave me this stuff to put on it."
"Gimme some," Sarge said.
When Nellie came out, she found four men reclining on loungers, stroking their cocks. She turned around, went inside, and returned with the Polaroid camera. "Say cheese."
Everyone wanted a photo for themselves, so she took three more shots. I claimed the original because it was candid. We were surprised. The other's were posed, with stupid grins. The disparity in cock sizes was greater in the posed photos, because we all had full erections.
Enchanted Garden employees began setting up barbecue grills in the courtyards at 11. The odor of ignited lighter fluid filled the air.
Our new apartment manager was supervising the employees in our courtyard when we came out of the patio. "Chris," Sarge said, "our friend, Mike, wishes to lease the apartment above the laundromat. Me, Riley and Frank all vouch for him."
Less than 10 minutes later, Sarge showed Mike the apartment and the early warning system. "Turn a radio on, crank the volume up, plug it into this extension cord. The motion sensor turns the radio on when anyone starts up the stairs."
I explained how I had recorded Sarge fucking my daughter.
"And it turned you on? You liked finding out that your little girl was a slut?"
"I was shocked by how much it turned me on. Then I found out my wife was a slut. I love sluts!"
"Betty's a slut."
"Betty's my work buddy, as well as being my fuck buddy. She tells me about the men she's fucked. Mostly, she prefers one-night stands," I said. "Actually, she doesn't do overnighters. She prefers motel room afternoon delights. No attachments. No commitments. She loves her husband, who loves her being a slut."
"She's such a bitch, and you're such a nice guy. I don't see how you can stand her."
"And she doesn't understand how I can be friends with a rude, crude, brutal asshole."
"She pisses me off. She makes me like that."
"And, you piss her off and make her a bitch. And you both get off to it. Betty needs you to be a brute, and you need her to be a bitch. You are addicted to each other's worst side. Y'all love to hate each other."
"That sounds kind of sick."
"You want to break it off? Let go of your pad above the bar."
He thought about it for a couple of minutes. "No, man. I couldn't. I need it. I need her. She's like a safety valve. She's how I blow off the steam. And the fuckin' is fuckin' fantastic."
We returned to the courtyard, where employees were grilling wieners, and making hotdogs. Galvanized wash tubs full of ice and canned soft drinks were set out on either end of the quadrangle.
Chris was trying to act like he didn't notice the little girls whispering and giggling and looking at him.
I asked him, "How do you like knowing that every kid in the Enchanted Garden knows about you getting caught titty-fucking Lula?"
"Oh, crap! Does everybody know?"
"All of the kids, and a few selected adults."
"If management finds out…"
"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. The only people who'll believe the rumors are men who've fucked Lula. She's a fucking slut, and proud of it."
"That makes me feel a little better, I guess."
"And how do you like knowing that seven girls ranging in age from 11 to 5 witnessed your erect penis ejaculating all over the place?"
"You heard about that?"
"My daughter and her friends told me all about it. They all hang out in my apartment. They tell me everything."
"They weren't upset by what they saw?"
"They loved it," I said. "Would you have been upset if you walked in on that scene when you were a kid? You would have loved seeing a naked man and a naked woman doing what you and Lula were doing."
"Yes. I guess that I would have," he said. "It doesn't bother you that your daughter witnessed that?"
"It didn't bother her. Why should it bother me?" I said. "You didn't hear about Felicity and her friends walking in on my wife sucking another man's cock?"
"Yes. I was the assistant manager at the Enchanted Palms then."
"You heard about Bobby fucking my wife in C-23?"
"That was your wife?"
"Yep."
"And you're still married?"
"Yes. Nellie's a slut. And I've discovered that I love her being a slut. I love sluts."
"Your daughter knows?"
"We don't keep secrets from her since she saw her mother sucking our dentist's cock."
He was quiet for a moment then asked, "Your daughter, Felicity, told you that she enjoyed seeing me ejaculate?"
"All of the girls did. Especially the little ones."
"Do the other parents know?"
"I doubt it. Most parents are totally oblivious to their children's sex lives. Most of them don't want to know. They don't want to think about their kids thinking about sex."
"Uh, I have to go take care of some things in the office," he said walking away.
"Be honest," I said, looking at his crotch bulge. "You're going to go to the office restroom and masturbate, thinking about all of those girls watching your hard cock pumping cum all over Lula's face and big boobs."
He blushed, and rushed to the office.
I gathered the bikini clad girls, and assembled them outside the office's picture window. They all giggled and waved when he came out of the restroom.
"You told them?"
"Yes. I've always been told that honesty is the best policy. You got off to knowing the girls enjoyed seeing you titty-fucking Lula and cumming all over her. Admit it."
"Yes. Yes, I did."
"You like knowing that all these girls have seen your hard cock."
He gulped and nodded.
"And, now you know that they enjoyed seeing your hard cock in action. They liked it. They liked it a lot.
"Didn't you, Ladies?"
They all nodded, and/or verbally expressed their appreciation of the exhibition.
"In conclusion," I said, "you may now be completely comfortable around my little vixens. Don't treat them like children, and they won't treat you like an adult."
"You girls really liked seeing my dick?" he asked.
They all affirmed their appreciation of his penis. "Dad and Riley and Sarge and us are naked most of the time in our apartment and on the patio. It's a clothing optional zone."
Felicity and Pauline took his hands and led him to our apartment, where they slipped out of their bikinis and helped him undress.
"Wanna fuck my daughter?"
"Daddy loves watching men fuck me, and I love Daddy watching me fuck and suck cock. And I really love it when he eats my pussy after it's been fucked and filled with cum"
Felicity, Pauline and the girls wore him out.
The next week, Nellie became a professional dancer, and revived the art of the striptease. She performed once at Jo Jo's private club, and decided she did not like rich men. She preferred performing happy hour at Foxy's Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday 4 to 8 p.m. She made it known that she wouldn't fuck any of the regulars. She did occasionally fuck tourists.
Betty and Big Mike continued their weekly rape sessions. Neither of them discussed the other with me. Betty and I had Monday nooners, where the post-coital conversions were the most enjoyable part of the tryst.
My sex life was full with Felicity, Pauline, Nellie and Betty. I still occasionally fucked my mother-in-law, who had Roy and Mickey on at least a weekly basis. I never went a day without fucking at least twice. Fortunately, all of my lovers were sluts, and weren't dependent on me to satisfy their carnal needs.
God! I Love Sluts.
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