“…Taboo”

“Don’t you want…” the girl’s sweaty body shudders under your hands, as your cock pulps into her ass “…a slut who’ll call you ‘Daddy?’”

She’s talking about a prostitution ring that specializes in forbidden roleplay. So that explains the schoolgirl who was calling your Blonde ‘Mommy’

You wrap your hands around her and slide a finger into her tight twat. She volunteers more into. “They’ll even… turn your real daughter into a slut for you… for a price. You’re not sure if this whole thing is too filthy to be hot.

“FuckmeDaddy! FuckmeDaddy! FuckMeDaddy!” The girl says and that answers that. Your cock can’t handle it anymore and you deposit your jizz deep in her ass.

After you and she have recovered (you’re not sure a slut like this one can ever truly recover. Even as you’re walking away, she’s saying. “Thank you, Daddy.”) You head back to the community center. You’re less interested in getting her job back than you are confirming what she said.

The security guard greets you, less than warmly “I thought you decided to leave.”

“Yeah, well I think there was some confusion about why I was here last time.” You respond with smarmy confidence. “What I really want is to play a game.”

“Oh yeah?” You can tell he wants to throw you out, but maybe he’s been instructed never to turn away a paying customer.

“Yeah. Maybe the game Taboo. And maybe I could play it with a nice petite friend… with caramel skin and black hair.” You angle for the schoolgirl from last night.

“We still don’t have any games like that for you.” He seems offended by your suggestion. “Now why don’t you get back to your boring game of Life with your daughter Mindy.” The way he says it, he wants you to know that he was listening in on your earlier conversation. And you’re pretty sure he means it as a threat.

You decide to go. His defensiveness has already revealed that something shady really is going on.

On the way back to your office you swing by the candy shoppe to poke around there. But to your surprise they’re closed in the middle of the day. But the door is unlocked so you peek inside. It looks like someone might be around. There’s a bucket and a cleaning rag on the counter.

You step in. “Hello? Is anyone here?” The place looks normal enough: Shelves of colorful candy, chocolates, licorice, lollipops.

You walk past the counter and into the back room. And that’s where you see her. She’s wearing half a colorful uniform, the top unbuttoned enough so her breasts are exposed, the bottom pulled down enough so you can see at least 10 suckers shoved into her soaked snatch.

She notices you and groans. “It’s not clean. It’s dirty!”

You squat down, trying to decide what to do with her when you hear someone else come through the front door.

“Fuck yes! The cops are finally here.” She says.

Hmmm… is it time you found out what the cops know about all this?