Meanwhile, Across Town

“Up late as always, aren’t you?”

Robert Ravers looked up from his desk to see the gorgeous form of Monica Bishop standing in his doorway still dressed in her blouse and skirt and the doctor’s coat, but just the sight of her brought back memories of her naked curves, her full breasts in his hands, her round rump slapping back against his stomach as he filled her gaping pussy with his huge, thick cock. And he had so many memories to choose from, memories for their youth, young adults and young parents, or more recent memories, like the one in the cave just yesterday that had been playing on their minds ever since.

“Well, you know what they say, no rest for the wicked,” Robert joked, closing his laptop as he stood. “I was just finishing up an important proposal for tomorrow. I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. Does this mean that you’ve given further thought to the idea of the two of us…continuing where we left off?”

Monica smiled softly as she stepped into the room proper, watching as Robert walked around the table to the front and leaned back against it, resting his buttocks against the edge. “I’ve given it some more thought, but I haven’t decided whether it’s a good idea yet. No, that’s not true, actually.” She stepped up to the large glass windows, looking out over the town like a king presiding over their land. “I know it’s a bad idea. I’m just conflicted because I also know that I still want it. But, that’s not why I’m here. I’m here for Zack.”

“He came to speak to you today as well?” Robert chuckled, as Monica looked at him over her shoulder, wondering if her son had already confronted Robert about his lineage. “Heather came to speak to me too, but our time was cut short by the arrival of the police. Turns out someone stole the Vicodin from my car.”

“Hm, the police came and spoke to me as well, nothing of mine was stolen, and I told them that I was barely in the cabin and had no idea which room any of the kids were sleeping in. They seemed content with that, though I heard on the news that Zack’s ex-girlfriend was arrested for possession,” Monica relayed her day to Robert. “Poor girl. But, what exactly did Heather say to you?”

“That she knew about our affair from eighteen years ago,” Robert said, leaving out the incredibly confusing and yet delightful blowjob his daughter had given him before the police arrived. “And asking whether I thought Zack might be my son. I assume Zack came to you about the same thing…so…is he? My son?”

Monica bit her lip and shrugged. “I don’t know. I was still having sex with Gregory during our affair, and when I found out I was pregnant, it made things between us become so much more real. Like for the first time I could really see it tearing up my family, and all I could think of was my daughter growing up in a broken home, and my son, the bastard son of some rich, local businessman. It seemed better for all involved to just end the affair and live the truth as I wanted it to be. So, he could be Gregory’s, or he could be yours. I never checked because I never wanted anyone to know that there was even the possibility that he didn’t belong to my husband.”

“But Zack and Heather found out,” Robert said, rising from the table.

“They heard us in the caves,” Monica said, as Robert stepped up behind her, looking out the window along with her at the peaceful town, still alive with lights and cars, completely unaware of the married woman and man 68 floors above them. She gasped as she felt his lips touch her neck and the hard bulge in his pants press against her buttocks. “They…they saw us…”

“Saw us?” Robert whispered between kisses as his hands went to the zipper of Monica’s skirt, sliding it down until the material pulled away from her hips. He pushed it down, over her thighs, the released it, allowing gravity to take it the rest of the way to the floor. Instinctively, she stepped out of it, while Robert brought his lips to her ear. “Saw us what?”

“F-fuck,” Monica moaned, feeling Robert’s bulge pressed against her again, this time only with her tights and panties in the way. His nimble hands were already on her blouse, unbuttoning her as she spoke back, eyes fluttering, “They saw us fucking…”

“Do you regret it?” He asked, pulling her unbuttoned blouse apart, and sliding the fabric, along with her coat off her shoulders until she stood in his office in nothing but her bra and panties and tights. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against his hard cock. “Knowing that they were there? Knowing what the found out?”

“No, I wanted it,” Monica admitted, pushing her ass back against Robert’s bulge as his hands unsnapped her bra and pulled it away from her body as well, her large, full tits dropping out into the warm, office air. “I wanted you to fuck me.”

“And you still want it,” He told her, not asking, taking a tit in each hand and kneading the fatty, natural globes, fingers caressing her hips as she involuntary bucked back against his length. “That’s what you said. It was a bad idea, but you still wanted it.”

“Yes,” she said assuredly, turning to face him, his hands slipping down from her tits to her waist, as her hand dropped to his bulge. “I want it.”

Monica’s lips met his, hot and passionate, tongues wrestling in the centre, as her hands grabbed at his clothing. She pulled off his blazer and tie, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and yanking it off his torso, **** to get him just as exposed as she was. **** to get even more naked with him as she kicked off her heels and he knocked off his own shows. She smiled, panting, at him, a lustful glow in her eye as she pushed down her tights and thong and watched Robert unbuckled his pants and unleash his massive cock.

Once her tights and underwear were completely off and she was standing absolutely naked in front of the man who was not her husband, she grabbed at his dick with both hands. She stroked his unnatural length, gathering his precum and lathering his cock with it. She dipped a hand between her legs, collecting her own dripping juices and brought those his cock too, working her hands up and down his meat, preparing this long, thick cock to penetrate her snug, wet hole. He stepped out of his clothing and pushed her back against the window, hearing her moan as her warm back came into contact with the cool pane, contrasting with the burning hot cock flesh in her hands.

The space between their bodies closed, as Monica pushed his cock down between her legs, a sharp, horny gasp rising from her mouth as she felt his fat cockhead brush over her lower lips. He gently rocked his hips, sawing the head of his dick back and forth over her labia, making her shiver and shudder to have him so close to her. She brought a leg up, wrapping it around his waist, the other still planted on the ground, his hand reaching down and grabbing her ass cheek to support her. Pivoting her hips in time with Robert’s next push, she felt the tip slide along her lips, until it was right at her gaping hole. With one look into her hungry, wanting eyes, he thrusted forward, shoving his cock in past her entrance, sinking his girthy length inside her, her mouth hanging open as she moaned at the feeling of her pussy being stretched unnaturally wide by the man’s fucking massive cock.

Groaning as she felt her pussy widen to accept the meaty tool, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt it drive deeper and deeper into her still. It had only been a day but already she’d forgotten how deep this monster could go, every inch just as thick as the last. He pushed up into her, lowering her body at the same time and allowing gravity to do half the work of impaling her on his fat, hard dick. The air caught in her throat as he finally filled her, balls deep, his tip just rubbing against her cervix. He held her there for a moment, allowing her to adjust, to become reacquainted with his size and girth. But there was no way she’d ever get used to this beast filling her hole, no matter how many times she took it.

Slowly he began moving, pulling his hips away, the thick cock sliding out of her and leaving her empty. He withdrew until the tip of his cock was just at the entrance again, and then, in one swift, powerful thrust, he filled her again, shoving his fat cock all the way up inside her. Her pussy twitched around his cock, a squeal emitting from her throat as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm already. Robert was glad that the day was over, that the building was empty because he was certain that Monica’s loud delight would have been heard all the way down in the lobby.

“oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” she chanted as Robert pumped her with his cock, driving her closer and closer to her first orgasm. She felt so utterly stuffed, her lips being stretched wide around this man’s huge cock, her walls clinging tightly to his shaft as he rammed his cock balls deep inside, pleasure pulsing from every part of her pussy into the rest of her body, making her shiver and shake and gasp and moan. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted more. She lifted up her other leg, wrapping it around his waist as well, holding on to his body as she spasmed around his cock.

He pounded her against the window pane, the glass shuddering every time he slammed into her. Her round ass pressed tight against the glass, and if anyone could have seen it they’d have only seen two squashed circles of smooth, unblemished skin. With both legs wrapped around his body she could feel him even deeper now, his body pressing closer to hers as he thrusted into her, balls slapping against the underside of her ass as he pressed up into her gaping, wet hole. She turned her head to the side, looking out the window at all the people and buildings below, all of them looking tiny and far away. But if one of them happened to have a telescope, or binoculars, and just so happen to look up, she knew they’d see her, see the naked, cheating mother being thoroughly fucked against the window.

Moaning loudly, she warned Robert, “I’m gonna cum.” Robert wasn’t afraid and only fucked her harder, her ass briefly leaving the window every time he pulled out, only to be slammed back against it as he plunged back in. The window shook so much Monica feared it might crack. But her fear was soon washed away, white spots forming in her vision as her orgasm took over. All her worries and concerns were replaced with total euphoria, an intense happiness marked only by her trembling body, her squealed delight, and being numb to all other sensations but that of her pussy being pummelled by this thick, hard cock.

Robert kept thrusting, fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging the absolute joy she was feeling, stretching it out into eternity. Words failed her, mumbling her insistence that he keep fucking her, that he was driving her to new heights of pleasure, as she simply clung to his body, sandwiched between his hard cock and the window. Then he surprised her. With a tight grip on her thighs, he stepped back from the window, easily carrying Monica with his large hands and strong arms, walking her over to a leather couch at the back of the office without his cock ever leaving her body. With every step she felt his girth shift inside her, her pussy walls spasming as he found new angles, new nooks and crannies, leading her to new pleasures.

He caught her mouth with his as he laid her down on the sofa, grinding his hips against hers as he slowly worked his last inch in and out of Monica’s climaxing pussy, her first orgasm never seeming to fully taper off. Instead it rolled over her again and again, gaining a burst of new life every time Robert’s cock pushed its way fully inside. He pulled his mouth from hers, strings of saliva connecting their tongues, Monica panting, as Robert sat back with one knee on the couch, and the other foot firmly planted on the ground. He took hold of her legs, and pulled them up, resting her calves on his shoulders as he began to plough rapidly in the thick bodied woman, thighs and balls clapping loudly against her ass every time he sank into her completely.

Monica groaned, her body twisting under the immense pleasure her cock was drawing out of her body. She turned her head, panting into a cushion as Robert pounded into her body from above, feeling so ****, laying beneath legs spread and held apart by his chest, his hips pivoted at just the right angle to bury his cock inside her tight, wet hole. She was proud of how well she’d kept her pussy in shape, how she’d exercised and worked to make it as tight as any twenty year old and trained herself to be able to clench and squeeze a cock at will. And all of that exercise and training was being thrown out the window, melting under the barrage of the huge, fat cock spreading her, stretching her, opening the deepest reaches of her body to him.

So soon after her first orgasm, and not even before it had even completely subsided, Monica never expected another to roll its way over her. But under the duress of Robert’s cock, her body couldn’t help itself. Her back arched as she threw her head back, a voiceless scream catching in her throat so that she could only lie, eyes clenched shut, with her mouth wide open. She felt pleasure flood her body like a torrent, like a river overflowing in a thunderstorm that never seemed to stop raining. Her mind was blank, unable to comprehend anything other that the joy she was feeling as she writhed on the sofa, Robert still fucking her like it was a marathon.

But his cock betrayed him. So tight inside her hole, she could feel every movement it made, feeling it flex against her walls. For a moment, it felt harder than before, stiffening supremely, feeling wider and longer than she’d ever felt it, and if the breath could have left her body she would have screamed again. Robert knew he was close too, the tingling at the base of his spine telling him that he was soon to cum. He ploughed Monica still, driving his cock deep inside, as deep as he could muster, feeling his head pressing against her cervix, widening it out, causing Monica to wince momentarily among the pleasure. And there, with his cock so deep inside her, he felt that tingle travel all the way from his spine along his cock.

“Argh, fuck, that’s it, I’m cumming,” He told Monica, the dark-haired mother of Zack Bishop already aware that Zack’s possible father was seconds from shooting his seed deep inside her, just as he had done on multiple occasions eighteen years ago.

His cock head expanded, and he shot his first load deep inside Monica’s womb. He pulled out, barely an inch, and thrusted back in again as her walls clenched around his cumming cock, another lot, sticky load firing out. He pulled out again, further this time, before slamming back into her, the combination of her pussy squeezing his shaft and his thrusting, pumping more cum deep inside her hole. He pulled out and pushed in again, cumming more. His seed began to flood her pussy, too much for her to hold, involuntary squirting it out around his the base of his shaft as he plunged back inside her completely, seeping out past her stretched lips, and running down over her spread buttocks and puckered, dark asshole.

Despite just cumming, pouring the biggest load into her pussy, Robert gradually began to pick up the pace again, furiously ramming his cock into her now cum soaked hole. Monica was now under the effect of two orgasms, the tremors of both still causing her body to shake and shudder randomly without warning or reason as sudden bolts of pleasure tore through her senses. Sight, sound, smell, taste and touch all failed her, all she could feel was sex and the beautiful fucking cock that was giving it to her.

“Oh fuck, who am I fucking kidding?” She cried out, looking down between her legs, past her flopping tits, bouncing in time with Robert’s deep thrusts, staring at lustfully at the fat cock widening her cunt. “There’s no way I could ever give up this cock. Not now. Not again. You can fuck me anytime you want. You can fuck whoever you want on the side. But I come first. I come first. I come…oh, fuck, I come…come…cum…I’m fucking cumming again.”

Her body tingled all over, as a new wave of euphoria took over, her body growing sensitive. Her skin prickled at the slightest breeze, her brain becoming fuzzy like an old static television, every nerve ending in her body ringing like a dial tone, the intensity overwhelming the pleasure. She pushed against him and said “s-stop.” He kept thrusting but slowed, confused. “It’s too much…too sensitive…” she clarified, unsure how to explain the feeling that she might implode and crumple into nothingness.

Robert didn’t press the issue, or argue, simply pulling back, his thick, hard cock sliding out of her cum coated hole, a stream of his steaming white load leaking out after him, pooling around her buttocks on the couch. Monica dropped her head back, panting as her body recovered from the trio of climaxes, still trembling and shivering occasionally at random.

“T-thank you,” she whispered.

“It’s no fun if you don’t enjoy it too,” Robert assured her, as he sat on the arm of the chair, looking down at her flushed, glowing body. “Though it looks like I’m going to need to have this couch cleaned.”

Monica struggled to lift her head, looking down between her legs at the sticky, white liquid dribbling out of her gaping hole. She reached down and touched it with her fingers, bringing a gob back up in front of her eyes, playing with it and watching how it clung to her skin. “Well, that’s more your fault than mine. You sure did cum a lot. A hope you haven’t just impregnated me again.”

“Well, that’s impossible now. I had a vasectomy many years ago, so if you get pregnant this time, it’s definitely Gregory’s,” Robert informed her, and then soberly, “I wish you had told me about Zack though, at the time I mean. Even if you wanted to stay with Gregory, I would have helped out. I would have wanted to know my son.”

“First of all, we don’t know that Zack is yours. That’s why I came here, to get a DNA swab,” Monica revealed, as she licked his cum clean from her fingers, her tongue dancing around the digits, gathering up all of his seed and slurping it into her mouth. Licking her lips, she continued, “And it would have seemed suspicious as hell if you kept showing up to hang out with my baby and giving me money. People would have figured out the truth pretty quickly and I’d have looked like some gold digging mistress who bred a child just to get money from you.”

“You know I’d have never thought of it like that,” Robert insisted, watching as Monica sat up, even more cum running out of her pussy, dripping on to the couch and leaving streaks down her thighs.

“But everyone else would have. It’d have ruined my reputation and yours,” She said, as she walked over to her coat and produced a sealable bag and a cotton swab from the pocket. “If this test comes back positive and you’re the father though…then you can get to know Zack all you want. You’re both old enough that I can’t stop you. Now, open wide.”

“You first,” Robert teased, standing as he took his still stiff cock in hand and wagged it at her.

With an amused pout, Monica set the DNA test materials on the couch armrest as she sank to her knees before the powerful, rich businessman. She reached up with both hands, just as she had done earlier and stroked his cock, this time lathering his shaft with his own cum. She scooped up a handful from the couch and poured it over his thick, hard dick, lowering her open mouth and tongue to catch the excess that dripped off. Licking her lips, she moved to his tip, kissing it gently before enveloping it with her mouth. She felt it stretch her mouth wide, her lips straining around it just as her pussy did, while she pumped two fists up and down his shaft, humming over his cockhead as she licked his slit.

He was already close to cumming during Monica’s third orgasm but as he looked down to at Monica’s mouth wrapped tightly around his tip, he felt himself nearly cumming on the spot. But not for reasons he wanted. As he gazed upon the dark-haired, blue eyed woman slurping on his cock, he was reminded of another dark-haired, blue eyed woman who’d sucked him earlier until he came down her throat. He felt guilty and aroused, thinking of his daughter while such a hot, sexy woman had her mouth on his dick. Was he betraying Monica? Or was he betraying Heather? And why did the idea of either make his cock twitch and harden?

Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore the image of Heather, on her knees, sucking on his cock, imprinted in his memory. But shutting his eyes was no good. Instead of his daughter on her knees, inhaling his cock into her throat, fucking him with her tight gullet, gagging and gulping around his cock until he came, filling his little girl’s belly with the same seed that had produced her, a new image formed in his mind’s eye. She was standing before him, reaching down and unbuttoning her pants, just as she had this morning too. But this time there was no knock at the door. She discarded her trousers and underwear, exposing her bare pussy to him, approaching him, still sitting on the office chair. She placed a knee at either side of him, on the chair, bringing herself up until she was hovering just above his cock, his fat mushroomed head rising up so high it was already dragging along her labia.

“Hopefully there’s still a little time left for us to fuck before you get back to work,” His daughter cooed as she leaned back, sinking herself down on his cock, his daughter’s wet folds enveloping him.

“What the fuck?” He grunted, eyes snapping open, taken aback at what terrible, awful, sick, arousing dream his mind had taken him to. His cock betrayed him further, his slit opening and erupting into Monica’s mouth, drinking down his cum, unaware that it was the product of a fevered daydream of fucking his own daughter.

Shaken, and drained, Robert fell backwards on to the couch, not even caring that he was half sitting on a pool of his own cum. He barely paid attention as Monica stood and lifted the cotton bud.

“OK, now it’s definitely your turn,” she insisted.

Robert was so unnerved by what had just happened that he didn’t fight her or quip back with something clever. He simply opened his mouth and allowed the possible mother of his son to swab his cheek. Then she bagged it up, sealing it, and placing it back in her coat pocket.

“Are you alright?” Monica asked, looking over her shoulder at him, an expression of genuine concern painted upon her face. “Are you second guessing this thing between us? Because if there’s a woman you’d rather be with…”

“No,” Robert replied, quickly and perhaps a little too loud. “No…I’m just thinking…about a work thing. But, it’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Well, if you say so,” Monica relented, feeling uneasy but not wanting to push the issue. It seemed like something more than just work, but, if he didn’t want to talk about it, that was up to him.

Robert breathed, watching Monica redress. How could he ever possibly tell her that he’d just came while thinking of his daughter straddling his cock? And what’s more…why did he enjoy it? This was all because of Heather’s game, coming in and sucking his cock this morning, putting impure thoughts about his own daughter in his head. He needed to have a serious discussion with her…and yet, after what he just imagined, he was afraid to ever be in the same room as her again.