Everyone's Home!

Lloyd finished his apple and tossed it in the trash can before he settled back on the metric ton of cushion that passed for a couch. He watched about 30 minutes of hardcore lesbian porn and then decided maybe he could channel surf for a bit. Knowing his luck, his hosts wouldn't care.

Let's see, they've got...a Bollywood action movie - wait, no, it's porn. Oh, a women's basketball game! Lloyd didn't watch much sports but why are they all making out and fingering each other after every basket? Huh. That's that one Superhero movie! Lloyd never got to go to the theater so seeing this was WHY WERE ACTUAL CELEBRITIES FUCKING ON CAMERA. Must be a special edition.

This went on for an embarressingly long time. As you've probably come to expect, every channel was porn.

Well, except one.

Lloyd couldn't tell what he was looking at at first. It was a massive room lined with tiles and spouts in the ceiling to spray water everywhere. And there was a red-haired naked woman in the nearest corner. It looked like she was -

Ok, yeah, it was Paira. She was viciously fingering herself while deepthroating one of those dildos that suctions to the wall. Lloyd was confused why the 9 inch dildo was smaller than what he was packing.

Then he was more surprised that he wasn't surprised about the shower cam. He's way too used to this shit already.

He heard footsteps from down the hall and jumped to his feet. A reaction from getting caught with porn, I'm sure we all relate.

The women from the paintings swayed into the kitchen, both of them wearing ridiculously tall fuck-me heels. The Latina wore a frilly crop top that absolutely did nothing to contain her tits. Even from across the kitchen Lloyd saw glorious underboob. Her white yoga pants essentially painted on and somehow made her legs and thicc ass even more erotic. Her beautiful dark hair in pigtails was driving him insane, too.

She had her arm around the waist of the Indian woman, who was wearing what could only be called a crop top blazer over a spaghetti strap tank top that was about to rip at any second from those milkers. A long braid of hair rest over her right shoulder and a micro skiry barely covered her BARE PUSSY, JESUS CHRIST.

They looked like perfect cumdumps.

Shit, he was starting to think like Kat.

And they were staring at him.

"Uh..." Lloyd cleverly offered.

"Oh my goodness!" The Indian woman exclaimed. "Please, sir, please, make yourself at home!" She and her wife scrambled around the kitchen in their heels (expertly, god damn) retrieving dishes and ingredients. "We're making such a terrible impression to our guest! I'm Nadia, this is my wife Christina. What brings you to our home, sir? And please, relax while we prepare your meal! Feel free to use anything and everything you desire in the house."

Yeah, that's about how it would go. "Yeah, no, it's ok. Uh, Paira brought me here."

All motion ceased. It was like a gunshot went off.

"Paira?" Christina asked. "Paira brought you?"

"Uh. Yeah." He gestured to the masochistic professor **** herself on dildo and convulsing in another orgasm on the screen. "I needed a place to stay and she offered? I hope that's ok."

They laughed and let out sighs of pure joy. They tossed their materials onto the counter and trapped each other in a lusty embrace. Well, it didn't start lusty but then hands wandered to asses and tongues started tangling and it, uh, got pretty lusty for a minute.

He knew he shouldn't ask. He knew the kind of answer he's get. But he couldn't help himself. "What - goddamn it - what's going on?"

"We've been waiting so long!" Christina exclaimed. "We've been waiting for Paira to bring home a man! She has impeccable taste, and if she brought you home it can only mean one thing!"

Sigh. "What?"

"You're our new Fuck-Master-Daddy!"

OH COME ON! Hold on. "I thought you guys were lesbians!"

Nadia looks at him confused. "Of course we are. It's the best way to attract a man, feeling up another big titty fuckdoll and playing with her for Daddy's amusement." She scoffed. "Y'know, the entire reason lesbians exist? For male pleasure?"

Lloyd was dead inside. "That's not how lesbians work." And he'd be right if he didn't have a Luck Stone.

"Um, excuse me, maybe listen to the lesbians when they tell you how lesbians work, ok?" She laughed it off. "Straight people, right sugar tits?"

"They're so confusing, yummy cunt." Christina chuckled. "I can't wait to be just another set of tight holes for him to use."

"Here," Nadia said, taking charge, "you spread yourself out on the couch and Christina will worship your cock while you watch our roommate in the shower. I'll shove a vibrator in my cockhole and make dinner. Sound good?"