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“Daddy… DAAAADDDDDYYYYY!”

Nick’s thoughts blurred. He was thrusting in and out of someone, and judging by the screams in her ear and the tight fingernails gripping into his arms, she was enjoying herself quite a bit.

“Rrrnng… fuck!” He groaned, pulling back his hips and slamming in hard, burying his shaft as deep into the woman below him as he could. “Fucking take it… you tease!” He growled, repeating his deep thrust and making his partner shake like a hurricane.

“Yes, Daddy!” She moaned, quivering like a leaf. He squinted through the darkness, trying to get a glimpse of the woman’s face. But all he could make out in the moonlight was a flash of blonde hair bouncing along with his thrusts.

Then, suddenly, just as he could see her face clearly, he was no longer on the bed. He was standing in the doorway of the dimly-lit room, watching himself fuck the woman like a brute as she moaned. His throat felt dry as he stared at himself in shock, unable to tear his eyes away from the passionate sexual congress.

“Wow…”

A hiss beside him snapped him out of his daze, and he saw a flash of gold in the night. Dakota stared intently at the scene, her face flushed.

She turned to him in the darkness and their eyes met.

“DAAAADDDDDDYYYY!”

Nick’s eyes snapped open and he sprung up out of bed, gasping for breath. He was drenched in sweat, and his heart was pounding a mile a minute. For a second, he wasn’t sure he hadn’t been having sex.

“Daddy… oh… oh, Daddy!”

His eyes wide, he whirled around to see Sylvia in bed with him, still dressed as a succubus. The costume was probably ruined now, though, along with their sheets, completely stained in her love fluids as she humped at the air.

“Daddy… yes!” She moaned, thrashing in bed. The flushed, joyful expression on her face showed just how much she was enjoying her dream.

Nick glanced at the golden digital clock by the bedside. It read 4:09 AM.

He sighed.

There’s no way I’m going to be getting any sleep with her like this, he thought, reluctantly getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom for a nice, cold shower. He had an erection that needed taking care of, and he was going to try very hard not to think about Sylvia’s breathy moans as he did it.

“Handling yourself alone, I see?”

Nick jumped out of his pants as he heard Dakota’s voice. He’d just managed to get them down to his ankles! He whirled around, covering his dick with a towel as she eyed him gleefully from her perch on the bathroom counter.

“You know,” she whispered, “there’s no reason for the master to be pleasuring himself when he has so many girls at his disposal already.”

“Are you offering?” Nick asked, raising his eyebrow.

Dakota’s eyes glanced downward, and Nick couldn’t miss the way her tongue darted from her lips. But she seemed almost disappointed. Then she sighed.

“Sadly, that would be improper at the moment,” she murmured, shaking her head. “But there’s a lovely young lady in there I’m sure would be happy to help you out.”

“…Holly’s asleep right now,” Nick replied innocently, refusing to take the bait Dakota was laying out for him. They both knew exactly what she was talking about, but he wasn’t going to fall for it.

Dakota replied back to him with just a smirk. “…Right. Holly.” She shook her head ruefully. “Well, if she’s no good… might as well give wifey a call, hmm? Just because she didn’t get the daily milking transformation, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be happy to help.”

“Mary needs her rest,” Nick replied. “And I… I wouldn’t do that to her.”

Sure, they were only married by the rules of the show, but Nick considered her about as close to a wife as legally possible. And because of that, even though Mary had given him her tacit consent to sleep with the other women in his harem, it just felt kind of skeevy to ask her to please him when he had an erection that was caused by someone else.

…Then again, though, there was someone for who that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Maybe she’d even enjoy it.

Nick’s throat still felt dry. He was tired, but at the same time he felt electric with excitement. Something about that dream had gotten him going, as shameful and disgusting as it had been, and he was still throbbing even now.

Knowing exactly what he was thinking, the two old friends shared a knowing look. Nick would never say it, but with Dakota, he didn’t have to. She smiled a mischievous smile that, for a moment, reminded Nick of the innocent days of their childhood.

Then with a tap of her cane, she was gone.

Nick sat on the toilet for the next five minutes, resisting the urge to touch himself. He tried a few times, in a moment of weakness, to urge his dick to soften, but he gave up on that foolish endeavor. It would be like trying to cook a meal when you had the best steak in the world on delivery, ETA any second now. He didn’t want to spoil his appetite.

Then he heard it, the knock on the door. He rushed over, not even bothering to put on his pants. There’d only be one person coming to see him THIS early in the morning, after all.

And for what she wanted from him, pants were definitely just an added nuisance.

“…Hey there,” Gina purred as he opened the door, looking slobbily fabulous as always. She hadn’t bothered with pants, either; just an oversized torn black shirt that hung off her shoulder, with the hem reaching just below her ass. It took Nick all he could to stop staring at her slender legs. But when he finally managed to do so, he realized that she was looking down, too… right at his hard cock.

She licked her lips, never taking her eyes off his hard-on.

“I’m kinda excited,” she admitted, finally tearing her eyes off him to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think you’d be up for a booty call. This a first?” She bit her lip with a bashful playfulness, like the two of them were having some sort of indecent liaison. Which wasn’t far from the truth, to be fair.

“Just get inside,” Nick gruffly ordered, slipping into the dominant persona he knew she loved. She let out a muted squeal and squirmed a little, rubbing her milky thighs together. As she passed him, he couldn’t resist giving her a smack on the ass.

The loud echo of skin meeting skin and the ensuing moan it elicited from her caused them both to freeze. But Holly stayed in her cage without even stirring, and Sylvia just mumbled something out and turned over in bed, still delighted by whatever dream she was having.

Nick and Gina made eye contact in the darkness, and Nick nodded towards the crack of light made by the bathroom door.

It was time to get down to business.

The two scurried away, and Nick barely had time to lock the door before Gina was on him.

“Hey, hold on, back,” he ordered, and she immediately complied, taking a step back and holding up her hands. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and her pants filled the room with fog. He could feel the heat coming off of her, and it was delicious. Her eyes were dilated with frenzy, and he knew she was hot for it. But not so hot that she’d ignore his orders.

There was something about having that much power over someone else, with just his cock, that made him feel hot inside.

“Kneel.” He croaked out the word without fully understanding why. He didn’t always feel like he was in the driver’s seat when he was dealing with Gina; sometimes it felt like his body was going through the motions, while he was a helpless passenger in his subconscious.

This wasn’t one of those times, though. He’d specifically had Gina brought up here so she could service him. Yes, some small part of it was so that she could fulfill her own needs, specifically, her thirst for his semen, but mainly it was about following his own desires.

He sat down on the toilet, feeling her eyes follow his every movement. The only sound was the beating of their hearts, and the small, **** whines escaping her lips.

“Suck,” he ordered, and she crawled to him like a thirsty puppy.

Gina followed orders well. She didn’t even bother to catch her breath, or tuck her hair back behind her ear, or any other things that someone would do in anticipation of a sloppy blowjob. Nick told her to suck, and a second later her lips were wrapped around the head of his cock.

Then she gulped it down whole.

Nick groaned, arching against the cold, golden porcelain. Fuck, Gina just got better and better at this. Was she practicing behind his back, or something? Or had Dakota given her some kind of blowjob transformation he didn’t know about?

Or maybe it was just the raw hunger he felt radiating off the woman. There was no finesse or rhythm to her movements, just the frenetic bobbing of someone who was dying for a taste of his man meat. She practically slammed her face into his crotch as she sucked him down to the base, and it felt like he was prying himself out of the tightest pussy in the world every time she drew back her head. Inch after inch of his erection tore out of her gasping maw as she pulled all the way back to the head, just to slam herself back down again.

“Mngggw! UNghhh…!” Her moans and the slap slap slap of the blowjob filled the bathroom as he clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. He wasn’t quite sure why; he’d brought her in specifically to get him off, after all. But now that he was getting such a great service, he didn’t want it to ever stop.

“Yeah, you like that,” he whispered, reaching up and tangling his fingers through her greasy hair. Had she even showered since she came all over the place yesterday? “Yeah, you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? It’s 4:30 in the morning and you don’t have any qualms about being woken up to come service your master’s needs, huh?”

“Ungh!” Gina glanced up at him and shook her head “no” without ever removing his cock from her mouth. Her eyes flashed with desire and she took him down to the base, humming in a way that made her throat vibrate around his head.

“Fuck yeah… you’re so fucking good at this,” Nick grunted out, thrusting into her mouth as she crashed her face against his crotch. His hand had come free in the heat of her movements so he reached out to grab her head again, to guide her how he wanted her to move, but to his surprise she caught his hand with a swift movement.

She looked up at him and popped his spit-covered cock out of her mouth, smiling cheekily.

“Relax, master,” she urged him, and the way she said that sent a shiver up his spine. “Master.” It sounded so much dirtier coming from Gina’s lips, so much more obscene than the almost-slavish way Holly threw the word around.

“Disobeying orders, now?” Nick asked, curious where this was going.

She shook her head, her eyes still filled with devoted anticipation.

“You wanted a blowjob… and it’ll feel a lot better if you let me handle it myself,” she promised him.

Well, Nick was fine with that. He liked the new show of aggression from her. Instead of just being used like a sextoy, she was actually feeling eager about turning herself into a better sextoy, for his sake.

Some people might not understand the difference, but if you were experiencing it for yourself? Yeah, you’d definitely be able to tell.

He grinned. “Well, go on then,” he said, gesturing to his throbbing cock. “If you want your reward, you need to get back to work.”

In a flash, Gina had enveloped Nick’s cock in her juicy oral folds again. To his amazement, she showed him that, yes, she could get wilder. She gave him a blowjob that felt comparable to a high-quality vacuum, sucking on him so hard he could swear her cheeks had hollowed and her mouth stuck out a bit from her face.

Fuck, it felt amazing! Her lips were like a rag polishing the doorknob that was Nick’s cock. And she didn’t just focus on sucking, either, now her tongue had entered play. Whenever she pulled back, he could feel it wriggling and slapping around the head of his dick. And when she buried him deep, it coiled and flexed around his hard shaft like a boa constrictor. A guilty part of him always felt like it was a shame that Gina didn’t have a tongue piercing to go with her punkish looks- but she was proving right now just why she didn’t need one!

She hummed around his cock, making her throat vibrate the way she had before, using every part of her mouth to give him as much pleasure as possible. Satisfied he wasn’t going to be interfering anymore, she lowered her hand, and traced it up his thigh.

He felt her fingers coil around his testicles, and he tensed up. He could feel her mouth smirk around his cock, and she knew she had him. She played with his balls, massaging them as they throbbed with need, filling up with more of the delicious sperm she was jonesing for. With every squeeze, it felt to Nick like they were doubling in size. This was ridiculous, of course, but it was a testament to just how good Gina was at getting him off.

And all the while she just keep right on sucking, where the fuck did she get this much energy this early in the morning?! Nick couldn’t even begin to imagine how she could be this ready to go this soon, but she was showing him exactly how eager to please she was, 24 hours a day.

“Fuck… shouldn’t even… shouldn’t even send you back to your room,” he muttered as he bucked his hips up to meet her mouth. “Should just use that transformation of yours, and keep you handcuffed beside my bed… that way if I wake up needing to cum, I can just reach down and pull that head of yours up and put it to use…”

“Mmmmmm!” Gina hummed in delight, thrilled by that idea. Both hands were on his testicles by this point, playing with them like a couple of koosh balls. Given her affinity for subbing he was shocked that she could be so active with something like this- he was used to her just lying back and taking it!

“Yeah, you’d like that?” He hissed. “Just staying here, tied up as my little sex ****? Maybe I really should get you that second cage I promised last time…”

He wasn’t even sure how many of the filthy words leaving his lips were really passing through his brain at this point. All he knew was that whenever he said something dirty or degrading, Gina’s blowjob got even better; she just made it sloppier and more frantic, as if sucking him off was just as pleasurable to her as it was to him.

He could see how she could get addicted to the things that had hooked her for all those years; pleasure like this was addicting in its own right!

And as she kept going, picking up speed and intensity as she spitshined his knob, he couldn’t help but think about how long they’d been at this. There was no clock in the bathroom, but it felt like she’d been sucking him off for nearly an hour at this point!

“Shit, don’t ever fucking stop…” he urged her, even as he felt the familiar throb in his shaft that told him he was reaching his last legs. As he neared the end like a train without brakes, he thought about Mary; she’d be waking up soon- what would she think, waking up without Gina in her bed? Would she know? Would she suspect that he’d called her up here to service him, because he’d woken up early with a hard-on and needed someone to attend to?

“FUCK!” He groaned as the punk girl grabbed his nuts tightly. He felt a familiar sensation shoot through him, but it was tinged with a delicious wrongness to it. Mary was his wife, they’d only been married for a couple of days, and here he was letting his punk sex **** suck out a load that was meant for her. In another life, in another world, this would be sinfully wrong, the kind of thing that would lead to tears, a massive fight, and a painful divorce…

But here, in this hotel, it was natural. She probably wouldn’t even be mad, how twisted was that?

His fatigue at not getting a full night’s sleep was starting to catch up with him. He saw spots flash before his eyes, and it wasn’t just because Gina was sucking the life out of him between his legs. If he’d had a bit more energy he probably could have held on for a few more minutes, but thinking about the dirty wrongness of it all, yet understanding just how right it was, pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow!” He roared, and now that he’d been pushed over the edge it didn’t matter what Gina wanted to do. Her part was done, and it was time to receive her reward. He grabbed that greasy head of hers again, with both hands this time, and held her tight, pulling her down onto his dick so far that her nose tickled his pubic hair, and unleashed.

In spite of all his previous moaning, when he actually came, he was as silent as the grave. Gina was silent as well, and the only sound that filled the bathroom was that of his semen spurting out into her mouth. He flooded her with shot after shot as he held her in place, ignoring her squirms of delight as he shot load after load down into her throat. It felt like he was cumming for a solid minute before he was finally drained dry!

Gina released his cock with a loud pop and gazed up at him, her cheeks looking a little bloated with semen. She smiled cheekily and swallowed, licking her lips for good measure. The only trace of their little dalliance was the sweat that covered him both, a few stains on her ratty shirt.

“Good enough for a wakeup call?” She purred sultrily, batting her eyelashes.

“Fuck, yeah it was,” Nick nodded. He couldn’t even remember what had gotten him so worked up in the first place, she’d done a good job.

“Great,” she nodded, her eyes trailing back down to his crotch. “Because… it looks like my work isn’t quite finished yet.”

Nick followed her eyes, and saw, to his surprise, that he was still hard as a rock.

He met her gaze, reading the heat in her smile correctly.

“Well, you better get back to work, then,” he gruffly commanded her, as she eagerly got back to sucking.