More Improvements, and Cindy Gets Laid again!

Mike rubbed his forehead as he rounded the corner of the block that his house was on, his entire body profusely sweating through a maroon dress shirt that was tucked into his light-brown khaki pants.

The heavyset man was on his way to the used car dealership that he owned and managed, but suddenly became flush and grossly uncomfortable about fifteen minutes after leaving home. Mike called the assistant manager under him and decided to turn around head back for the day, not wanting to run off potential customers that would see him in the sorry state he was in. As the saying goes, ‘nobody wants to buy something from a miserable salesman’, Mike wearily thought to himself.

After he pulled up into the driveway, Mike sat back in his seat and took a few deep breaths, savoring the cold air that his SUV’s air conditioner was producing.

It took a few minutes for him to catch his breath, but Mike finally willed himself to turn off the mighty engine of his candy-apple-red sports car and open up the door to exit. When his sandal-wearing foot touched the pavement, the fresh air flowing through his sweaty clothes brought him a sense of release, briefly distracting him from the tension in his midsection. The tall and muscular step-father of three stood up and closed the car door, wearing a pair of knee-length brown cargo shorts and an unbuttoned orange-white Hawaiian shirt that showed off his chiseled chest and well-defined set of abs.

Mike groaned as he reached down and openly rubbed the two-foot-long erection that was sticking out of one leg of his shorts and the softball-sized jewels that were obscenely bulging out from the front of his shorts as he walked to the front door of his home.

God, Mike thought, he was praying that Debra was up for an eight-hour fuck session.

It’d been months since he’d actually done anything with her aside from snuggling up in bed together every other night, but it was hard to get in any romantic sort of mood after spending all day emptying his balls in every stripper that worked at the strip club he owned and managed.

Since he decided to take the weekend off of his seven-day, twelve-hours a day work schedule, his over-sized balls were overflowing with hot and sticky throat-yogurt. The club was across town and easily an hour’s drive, so he figured that coming home and fucking his wife silly would be a preferable alternative to getting pulled over and arrested for jerking off while driving. Most would wonder why Mike hadn’t already done so that morning or at any point during his brief stay-cation, especially if they knew just how big and mouth-watering his wife’s amazing tits were, but when one spends all-day every-day fucking his employees to the point where their broken minds are constantly worshiping his godlike body and permanently-hard cock, sometimes a break from it all is nice, and he didn't want to feel like he was working from home.

Even still, he and his drooling cock were regretting not having satisfied his needs much sooner as he stepped up to the massive three-story home that dwarfed every other middle-class domicile on their block.

As soon as he opened the door, Mike was greeted by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the moaning squeals of his wife echoing through the house.

"Oh yeah, fuck mommy's tight little asshole! That's right, baby! Harder! Fuck me ha-harder! Oh, fuck yes! Ahh!"

Well, shit. It seemed like Debra was already hard at work herself, Mike thought to himself. He briefly wondered who she invited over to shoot another video for her OnlyFans account, but from the sounds of it, she was acting in yet another step-**** video, which meant that she was probably with that young and well-hung man in his twenties who lived a few houses down the street.

As horny as he was, Mike didn't really want to bother his wife and her partner. Debra probably wouldn't mind, but he was a man of manners, and didn't want the poor young man to lose his erection again once he strolled onto the scene with his famously big and unyielding dick.

Not only that, but something in the air immediately caught Mike's attention.

Food. Breakfast food. The bold and salty aromas coming from the kitchen and flowing into his nostrils made the man's stomach growl. Usually Mike would wait until he got to the club before he ate anything that day, but since Debra was already cooking…

Wait, Mike told himself.

If his wife was getting fucked in the living room, then who was making breakfast.

The answer was shocking, to say the least.

When he turned and entered the kitchen, he saw his eldest step-daughter, Cindy, standing at the stove without a shred of clothing and fumbling around with a spatula in each hand.

It was safe to say that the view was spectacular. Her bubbly, wide, shelf-like rear was gently wobbling and sloshing around with her movement, as was the exposed size-cleavage of her watermelon-sized tits. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and swishing from left to right as she clumsily tried to flip something in the sizzling pan in front of her, and it was clear that the girl who’d never cooked a non-microwaveable meal in her life was struggling with more than her lack of experience. Her giant tits seemed to be getting in her way, and every time the stove popped, she let out a sharp squeak of pain, likely from grease droplets landing on her bare skin.

If Mike wasn’t so horny and bewildered, he probably would’ve laughed, but instead his feet moved on their own toward her, eyeing her obscenely sexy figure as if noticing her for the first time in his life.

Decades ago now, back when he and Debra were a young couple filled with twice and much vigor and youth, they decided to start adopting children. She couldn’t have any kids of her own, and while they’re lives as young newlywed swingers was going perfectly and without complaint from either party, something deep down inside both of them wanted to have a family. Perhaps it was something that would anchor them down to reality, to keep them from getting lost in the debauchery and mindlessness of week-long orgies and other wild sexual escapades they’d undertaken. It worked, to a degree. After buying their home, they adopted a healthy routine of eating properly, sleeping well, and paying their bills on time, they also adopted Cindy. A few years later, they adopted Holly. A year after that, they adopted Jack. Of course, being parents wasn’t an easy job for the likes of Mike and Debra, but they didn’t do a poor job, they were able to keep their actual deviant lives and occupations outside of the house and away from their step-children (until they were in their late teens and started putting the pieces together), and both of them felt as though the choice to adopt and become parents made them better people in the end.

Not once in his life, even after every one of his step-kids finally became ridiculously well-endowed adults, had Mike ever once seriously considered any of them to be potential sexual partners at any point in his life. (Although he and Debra were a bit more open about what they did for a living, but that's beside the point.) But now, for some strange reason, Mike really wanted to fuck Cindy until her long and shapely legs stopped working, and his mind reflexively switched into "smooth playboy" mode without thinking twice about what his goal was.

"Hey, honey buns. What'cha cookin'?" Mike said, his voice low and rugged as he stepped up to Cindy's right and put his beefy hand on her bare left shoulder.

She obviously didn't expect him to show up so suddenly, flinching hard in surprise and dropping both spatulas into the hot oily pan.

"Oh, shit!" Cindy spat, turning to look into her father's eyes with frustration. Her angry expression melted away as soon as their eyes met, quickly becoming flustered. "D-Dad?!"

"Don't worry, I've gotcha covered." He said with a grin and a wink, as cool as could be. Mike then grabbed a hand-towel hanging down from the stove's door handle and quickly but elegantly swooped up both of the spatulas and set them down on the counter. He eyed the five strips of bacon in the pan and realized that they were still a bit raw, so he didn't see a need to disturb their sizzling. Next to the spatulas was a plate with quite a few strips of bacon already made, each of them cooked to degrees ranging from almost-done to double-extra crispy.

"These still need a minute or two before you flip them, sweetie." Mike said, turning to face his naked daughter while leaning on the edge of the counter, his eyes scanning her bombshell body with very unfatherly eyes. "What made you decide to cook for once?"

Cindy didn't answer. Her face was pink, she had both hands covering her shocked open mouth, and her eyes happened to be looking his own hunky body up and down as well. Weird, Mike once again thought to himself. It was as if Cindy had never seen him before, practically in the same way he had been looking at her just moments ago...

"What's wrong?" He asked, his grin fading only a slight bit. Mike glanced down to where Cindy’s eyes became locked, and then quickly remembered why he’d come home in the first place, his mild suspicions instantly forgotten. “Oh, yeah.” He chuckled, openly rubbing the bulging length of his massive cock. “This little guy’s been giving me hell this morning.”

“I-I can see that.” Cindy said, looking up into his eyes with a nervous but wanting grin. “I’ll tell you what… If you finish making breakfast, I’ll help you, uh… get that ‘little guy’ under control.”

Mike didn’t even need a second to think about it, almost as if his body reacted on its own.

“Sure, I’ll take you up on that.” He said, turning off the stove and moving the ban off of the active burner. “But we’re going to have our fun, first.”

In one fluid motion, Mike grabbed the hem of his shorts and gave them a tug, ripping the article of clothing off of his statuesque body like it was a piece of delicate tissue paper. His hard cock sprung to freedom, standing straight out in front of him and drooling clear goo.

Cindy’s eyes went even wider, and her smooth crotch was already visibly slick glistening with her own juices.

Mike bent over, grabbed Cindy by her narrow waist, then threw her curvy figure over his shoulder like a caveman who had just captured his prey.

Cindy squealed and giggled with terrified delight, her huge round tits jiggling behind Mike as her wide ass did the same as it was pressed up against the side of his face.

As he walked to the kitchen table, he gave her ass a firm smack, and Cindy’s entire body shuddered as a low, guttural moan **** itself out of her mouth. Mike smiled lustily at that. Sure, he’d never had any sexual thought about his daughter before that moment, but he was well-aware of just how extra-sensitive her ass and tits were from her gossiping about them in the past.

I’m front of the table, he set Cindy down on her back along the length of the table, her massive breasts jiggling and sloshing around on top of her. She pulled them apart to see what was happening below them, and Mike, who was holding onto her plump and smooth thighs, pressed his balls up against her wet pussy, allowing her to see just her to see how far his two-foot cock was about to penetrate her elastic body as it rested on and throbbed along the length of her abdomen.

He pulled back and released one of her thighs, using his free hands to line up his cock with the entrance to her quivering hole.

“O-Oh, sh-shit, dad… I-I don’t think it’s g-going to-“

The thick head pressed against it, and then as if sliding his hand into a wet glove, her pussy sucked it into her, which made his panting daughter begin to moan and squeak involuntarily.

“Oh, fuck dad! Oh my g-g-g-!”

As Mike pushed, slowly driving his soda-can-thick fuckstick into Cindy’s pussy, her body began to convulse as her mind struggled to finish the sentence.

Once he was about halfway inside and Cindy’s taught abdomen, Mike placed the back of her legs over his shoulders and reached forward to grab two big handfuls of his daughter’s spectacular tits, which was the final nail in the coffin for her sanity as a whole.

Mike could tell that Cindy was electrified with pleasure from head to toe. Her jiggly body quaked from each and every consecutive orgasm assaulting her nervous system, a sight not too unfamiliar to the strip-club owner when he was breaking in one of the new talents. A small part of him felt that he should restrain himself and go easy on his daughter, but her tight pussy was too juicy and accommodating, her huge tits were too soft and squeezable, like volleyballs made of fresh firm jelly, and once he bottomed out, his cock bulging up to the blonde’s rib cage and their crotches rubbing up against one-another’s, there was no stopping what was going to come next.

Mike slowly pulled out until only his head remained inside of her moaning and actively twitching body, and Cindy screamed with mindless abandon as he thrust the entire thing back inside of her.