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Chapter 7
by ManRayMansker
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Adventures of Chasity and Cheryl
The neon lights of the bar glowed invitingly as Chasity, the 54-year-old owner, surveyed her domain with a predatory smile. Her silver and black hair gleamed under the lights, accentuating her piercing green eyes that missed nothing. She was a sex goddess, known far and wide for her wild ways, and tonight she was determined to show everyone exactly what that meant.
With a snap of her fingers, she summoned Cheryl, her curvy 38-year-old kitchen manager. "Cheryl, I need you to cover the bar for me tonight. I have big plans," Chasity announced with a wink.
Cheryl, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, wiped the sweat from her brow. Her ample cleavage heaved in her tight tank top as she bent over, and her short jean shorts left little to the imagination. "Sure thing, boss. What did you have in mind?"
Chasity licked her lips. "I want you to join me. We're going to fuck our way through every hot patron who catches our eye. No limits, no holding back. Tonight, we let loose and show these men what they're really missing out on."
Cheryl's eyes widened, but then a slow grin spread across her face. "Hell yeah, I'm down. Let's give them a show they'll never forget."
As the night wore on, the bar grew more crowded. Chasity and Cheryl worked the room like pros, their eyes locked on a threesome of young men in the corner. With a flick of her wrist, Chasity beckoned them over.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" she purred as they approached. "Aren't you boys just the cutest things."
The tallest of the three, a beefy blond, swallowed hard. "Uh, hi. We just wanted to say hi. You're like, a legend, you know?"
Chasity laughed, a throaty sound. "A legend, huh? I like the sound of that. Why don't you boys come backstage and we'll see if you can handle a legend."
In the dimly lit back room, clothes began to hit the floor. Chasity and Cheryl were in their element, kissing and touching with wild abandon. The three men took turns worshipping their bodies, but it was clear the real show was watching the two women explore each other.
Just as things were heating up, a knock sounded at the door. "Chasity, you in there?" a melodic voice called.
Chasity's lips curved into a smile. "Lilypearl, darling. Come join the party."
The door opened to reveal a stunning young woman, her skin the color of polished mahogany, her hair a halo of soft curls. She wore a slinky black dress that clung to her curves.
"Damn, girl," Cheryl breathed. "You look good enough to eat."
Lilypearl laughed, sauntering over to join them. "Is that an invitation? Because I accept."
Soon the five of them were a tangle of writhing bodies, lost in pleasure. But Chasity was just getting warmed up. She had a few more men in mind to seduce tonight.
They made their way back to the bar, faces flushed and hair mussed. Chasity's gaze locked on a tall, broad-shouldered man across the room. She recognized him from his social media - Doctor Milford Hotrel, a local celebrity.
"Oh honey," she said to Cheryl, "I don't think I can resist that kind of meat."
Cheryl followed her gaze and whistled low. "Damn, you're a lucky bitch. I hope you don't mind if I watch."
Chasity smirked. "You'll be doing more than watching."
She sauntered over, hips swaying, and leaned in close to the good doctor. "You look lonely over here all by yourself," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "Why don't you let me and my friend Cheryl show you a good time?"
The doctor's eyes widened as he took in the two women, but he recovered quickly. "I think I'd like that very much."
He stood, towering over them both, and allowed Chasity to lead him to the back. Cheryl followed close behind, heart pounding with excitement and arousal.
What followed was a night of pure debauchery. The four of them lost themselves in a frenzy of lust, touching and tasting until they were drunk on pleasure. Chasity rode the doctor hard, Cheryl's mouth on her breasts as Lilypearl kissed her way up the doctor's long legs. They were a debauched tangle of limbs and moans, a living porn scene.
As the sun began to rise, they collapsed in a sweaty heap. Chasity stretched languidly, utterly satisfied. "Darlings, that was some good dick. I think I'm ready for something new now though."
Cheryl raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Like what?"
"Like a whole new kind of debauchery. An OnlyFans channel featuring you and me. We'll be rich and famous in no time."
And so, the Seeds of Sin channel was born. Chasity and Cheryl made hardcore porn together, using double dildos and exploring every fetish imaginable. Their subscriber count skyrocketed, and their notoriety grew.
But behind closed doors, they continued their wild ways. Men came and went, but Chasity and Cheryl were the constants, lost in their own forbidden lust.
It was going to be a very good life indeed.
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Chasity’s liberation
Chasity begins her post divorce fuckfest
It was a sultry night at Shooters Bar and Grill. The neon sign buzzed and flickered, casting a lurid glow over the parking lot. Inside, the rock music thumped and the crowd swayed. And presiding over it all like a queen bee was Chastity, queen of the wild and untamed. At 54, Chastity was a knockout - a silver and black mane of hair, smoldering eyes, and a body that made men dribble and women green with envy. She owned Shooters, ran it with an iron fist...and fucked like a jackrabbit. Her divorce had unleashed something primal and insatiable - an all-consuming need for sex and debauchery. She strode through the bar, her clinging dress barely containing her curves, as she surveyed her domain. A gaggle of twenty-somethings caught her eye, preening and vamping. Chastity smirked. Kids. In a flash, she had one pinned to the wall, kissing him fiercely as the others looked on in shock. His friends bumped and ground against her, groping. She took them all right there - a reverse gangbang for the crowd's delight. When she was done, she tossed them aside, laughing. Later, she was on her knees under the bar, servicing a grizzled old biker, the kind of guy who made a Harley look like a bicycle. His rhino cock throbbed in her mouth as she deep throated him with gusto. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face, grunting like a pig. Cum splattered her face but she just licked it up. In the back office, Chastity went down on a pair of bi-curious twentysomethings - a blonde and a redhead - as they made out sloppily. Chastity ate them like a starving woman, tongue-fucking their holes, sucking their tits. They came like a dam breaking. Finally, she ended up in a threesome with two middle-aged couples - a sweaty, writhing tangle of arms and legs and erections. Someone was pounding her ass, someone else her pussy. A cock throttled her throat. She was a babbling, gurgling mess, eyes rolling back. The night ended with Chastity passed out, cum and lube dripping from every hole. The next night was more of the same - Chastity was insatiable. She fucked anything that moved - old, young, male, female, black, white, brown. Shooter's became a Bacchanalia. Her last coherent memory was climaxing on six cock like a human semen-dispensing pinata. Then...darkness. She awoke in a hospital room, spectacularly fucked-out. Her battered cunt felt like raw hamburger. The doctor informed her she had venereal warts, genital herpes, syphilis, and HIV. Chastity just shrugged. She'd had a good run. Smirking, she died of water poisoning from drinking the equivalent of two gallons of semen. They buried Chastity in her sexiest dress. At her funeral, the line of mourners snaking around the cemetery were all wearing condoms.
Updated on Jan 16, 2025
by ManRayMansker
Created on Dec 31, 2024
by ManRayMansker
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