Chasity indoctrinates Cheryl

The neon sign for Shooters Bar and Grill flickered in the darkness, bathing the dimly lit parking lot in a garish red glow. It was a warm summer evening and Chasity was determined to make the most of it after her recent divorce. The 54 year old sex goddess with striking silver and black hair owned the bar and was known throughout town for her wild ways. Tonight, she intended to go on a full blown fuck fest.

Inside the bustling bar, the kitchen manager Cheryl worked feverishly to keep up with the orders. The 38 year old blonde was voluptuous with more than a handful of curves in all the right places. Her tight tank top and short jean shorts left little to the imagination. Chasity watched Cheryl bustle about the kitchen, her own eyes widening with lust.

"Cheryl honey, can I see you in my office for a minute?" Chasity called out.

"Yeah, sure thing Chas," Cheryl replied, wiping her hands on a dishrag before sashaying out front. She followed Chasity into the back room, her full ass swaying hypnotically with each step.

"Shut the door behind you," Chasity commanded in a sultry voice. As soon as the latch clicked, she grabbed Cheryl and pulled her against her body. "Mmm, I've been eyeing that tight little body of yours for far too long," she purred, her hands roaming all over Cheryl's ample curves.

"Ooh Chas, we shouldn't..." Cheryl protested weakly, even as she melted into Chasity's embrace. "I'm married..."

"Shh, that prude of a husband of yours doesn't deserve a sexy thing like you," Chasity growled, spinning them around and pressing Cheryl back against the door. Her tongue invaded Cheryl's mouth, plundering the warm cavern. "I bet he can't make you feel like this!"

Cheryl moaned, the sound muffled by Chasity's insistent lips. Chasity's hands slid down to grip Cheryl's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Then she hoisted the blonde up, encouraging her to wrap those long legs around Chasity's waist.

"Ohhh Chas!" Cheryl gasped, head falling back as Chasity attacked her neck with fervent kisses. "Yes, touch me!"

Their bodies writhed together, Chasity rocking her hips to grind her mound against Cheryl's clothed sex. The blonde balled her hands in Chasity's hair, yanking demandingly at the silver strands. She was panting now, nipples hard and aching to be touched.

Chasity broke the kiss to yank Cheryl's tank top down, exposing her heaving tits to the cool air. "Goddamn, look at those luscious things," she rasped, immediately taking one in her mouth. She sucked the pebbled bud between her lips, swirling her tongue around it. Cheryl cried out in bliss.

Her own hands made quick work of Cheryl's jean shorts, shoving them down the blonde's legs. She palmed the warm globes of Cheryl's ass, pulling the cleft apart. Her fingers sought out the slick heat of Cheryl's sex, rubbing the swollen bud at the apex of her thighs.

"Oh fuck yes Chasity! Don't stop!" Cheryl bucked against her hand, so close already. Chasity worked her fingers faster, feeling wetness coat her digits. With a final flick of her thumb, Cheryl was coming undone. The blonde's pussy clenched around Chasity's fingers as a broken wail escaped her.

"Fuck yes, come for me," Chasity encouraged breathily, working Cheryl through it. She gentled her touches as the blonde started to come down. "Mmm, that's my good girl. You're gonna come again for me tonight, Cheryl. All night long."

She pulled back, yanking her fingers from Cheryl's dripping sex. Then she sucked them clean, making sure Cheryl watched. "Get cleaned up. Our night's just getting started, honey."

Cheryl nodded dumbly, still coming down from her high. She adjusted her clothes and ducked out to the kitchen, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Little did she know, her evening was about to get a whole lot wilder...

After a quick bathroom stop, the two women emerged into the bar. It was hopping, the crowd rowdy and ready to party. Chasity grabbed a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses. She poured two and handed one to Cheryl. "Here's to fun," she grinned.

They clinked glasses and downed the shots, the liquor burning a path to their bellies. It was the first of many. Chasity immediately grabbed a couple of guys from the bar, pulling them to the back to continue her fuck fest. Cheryl was next, eyeing the blonde as she grinded against a muscular black man, his hands all over her ass. Then a lesbian couple approached, kissing and groping each other.

Fuck, Chasity thought, this night was going to be epic. She grabbed the couple and dragged them to the VIP room, Cheryl and her man in tow. Clothes started flying and before long, a full on orgy had ensued. Chasity watched for a minute, stroking her clit as she drank in the depravity.

The man was busy pounding Cheryl from behind, her big tits jiggling with each thrust. The couple was going at it hot and heavy too, all lips and fingers. Chasity couldn't wait anymore. She shoved the woman's head between her legs, groaning at the feeling of that hot mouth on her. Two minutes later, she came with a throaty moan.

But she was far from done. Spying a cute bartender, Chasity dragged him into the throng. He was young, early twenties with a tight ass. "Get naked honey," she growled, already unzipping his pants. "Gonna suck your dick."

She dropped to her knees and swallowed him whole, his cock head hitting the back of her throat. He gasped and fisted a hand in her hair, pounding her face. "Oh fuck, yeah just like that!" the young man cried.

Cheryl flopped back on the couch, legs spread in clear invitation. The black man moved between them, cock bobbing. He notched it at her entrance and slammed forward, spearing the blonde on his thick meat. "OH GOD YEAH!" Cheryl wailed.

The lesbian couple was 69 now on the floor, eating each other out like women possessed. The kitchen was going to be closed for sure. Chasity swallowed the bartender's cock again and looked up at him with a wink. He exploded seconds later, flooding her mouth. She swallowed it all, smirking as he pulled out.

Little did the debauched group know, they were about to get an audience. Cheryl's husband Greg showed up to check on his wife as promised. The sight that greeted him would haunt him for life...

There was his Cheryl, naked and being plowed into the couch. A black man's ass clad in nothing but a bandana was the last thing he saw before he felt a hand clamp over his mouth.

"Upsy daisy, Greggy," Chasity sing-songed. She used her grip on him to drag the shocked man into the room. The other patrons barely spared him a glance, too involved in their fucking to care.

"Chasity what the fuck?!" Greg choked out, eyes wide with shock. Oh, she'd never let him live this down. "I can't believe it's come to this!"

"Mmm, nothing like a bit of humiliation," she smirked darkly, shoving him to his knees. Cheryl barely spared her husband a glance before she was crying out her release, spasming around the cock still buried inside her.

The man pulled out and waved his dick, dripping with his wife's juices. "Hey man, you want this?"

Cheryl glared at her husband, grabbing the man's cock and bringing it to her mouth. She sucked him clean, her eyes locked on Greg's. "Mmmm, fuck yeah I do. My husband could never satisfy me like you can."

And to prove her point, the blonde turned and presented her ass, a clear invitation for Greg to watch her get plowed again. The black man was more than happy to oblige. He slammed forward, sinking into that tight heat.

Greg just watched in mounting horror as his wife came again and again on another man's cock. He dimly realized that Chasity had moved behind him, pressing her tits to his back. "Gonna let you watch wife get used, then you'll go eat me. Since you can't fuck for shit."

She reached around to fist a hand in his hair, forcing his face into her crotch. The musky scent of her sex filled his nose. Then she started grinding on him, smearing her juices across his face. Greg had **** but to open his mouth and lap at her, the taste of her flooding his tongue.

Chasity's moans filled the room, blending with those of the other players in their erotic free for all. Greg's mind reeled, this definitely wasn't how he imagined his night going. But who was he to deny his wife her fun? Not to mention her boss.

Suddenly the door burst open and a cop strode in, ignoring the debauched scene before him. "Cheryl! Your husband said you were in trouble!"

The group froze, the women scrambling to cover up. Greg stood, shaking like a leaf. "O-Officer, I..."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Chasity growled. She grabbed the cop and dragged him to her. "Shut up and fuck me already."

She pushed him to the floor and straddled his hips, not giving him a choice. He was hard in an instant, his cock spearing into her. "Goddamn Chasity," he grunted, railing into her.

Greg could only watch, tears of humiliation pricking his eyes as his wife's boss dominated the cop. She rode him hard, her tits bouncing. The cop grabbed them, squeezing the generous mounds.

"Nnnfuck yeah," Chasity moaned, grinding down on him. "Milk you dry, Officer." She gasped and came, her pussy rippling around him.

The cop grunted a moment later, flooding her with his release. Chasity lifted off him, his seed dripping down her thighs. She gave him a wink as she sashayed back to the bar. "Have fun cleaning up, Officer. Don't be a stranger now."

With that, she grabbed Cheryl's hand and pulled her back to the main room. The blonde followed along, already forgotten her husband watching the whole display. Fuck, it was going to be a fun night. And that was just the beginning for the two women.