Of course she does.

As they entered their hotel room for the day, Adam was intrigued as Joan deliberately set a puppet down in a chair. He was large and unusually lifelike, really more of a mannequin, and dressed like a businessman. "So what's this?" he asked her.

"Oh, this is Irving." She smiled. "I got this when Irving once told me that he wished he could watch. So I promised him that sometimes I would bring Little Irving, here, to watch for him. I like the idea of Irving watching."

Adam found it odd but amusing. "Huh. Irving wishes he still had that much hair. Otherwise, it's a fair likeness. He's a very elegant little fellow, isn't he?"

"Never mind him," Joan advised as she rapidly pulled her clothes off. "Let's get down to it!"

As Katie and Natalie looked on in their lingerie, Adam got to work on Joan on the bed, kissing and licking and nibbling her her and there, moving on to her breasts, lingering there a while, and then moving down to pull down her panties and begin to eat her out. Joan always like to complain that she only wanted to get fucked, but Adam knew better, he had promised Irving (the real one) that he would fuck her brains out, and as little as she respected it, this was necessary to that.

"Oh, fuck, it's not fair," Joan groaned as she grasped his head, "it's not fair that you should have a great tongue and a great cock at the same time, ohhh -- fuck!"

At last he had her riled up, and he pulled her to him, but even so only in such a way as to rub his upper shaft back and forth against her labia. Katie and Natalie took advantage of this freedom to get on the bed and lick and smooch and suck his tip. Now lubricated, Adam plunged up into Joan.

"You bastard," hissed Joan, so turned on that the simple act of his entering her slammed her into her first thrashing orgasm. As Adam and Joan got a good gallop going, Katie and Natalie clung to Adam's back, each admiring one of his arms. "Oh, damn you, I'm too easy, I'm just such an easy slut!" Joan confessed as Adam pounded her through one orgasm after another. It was quite true, Joan was dreadfully easy, but she saw no way, and especially no reason, for reversing her condition.

Once Joan begged for mercy and got set aside, Katie immediately jumped right on. "Oh, Adam, " she grunted, "just imagine if Natalie and I had biiiiig titties. Wouldn't you like that, Adam? Wouldn't you love it? Me here in front of you, and Natalie there clasping your back, squeezing you in a nice big giant tittie sandwich, you would love that, wouldn't you?"

He didn't answer, but didn't have to, as he went a little berserk nailing Katie down onto the bed and powerfucking her. Joan and Natalie were agog, surprised by such a wild and unusual surge of passion in the great male fuck machine.

"You love it, don't you, being able to grab and fuck your girlfriend's big-titted daughter anytime you want, don't you, don't you, don't you!" Katie challenged before erupting into her own long sequence of wrenching orgasms. The answer was obvious: Adam was seriously turned on today.

Natalie flung herself onto Adam the second he was free, French kissing all hell out of his mouth, sucking lustfully on all his oxygen, squirming against him **** for ultimate pleasure. As usual, Adam swiftly folded and refolded Natalie's body into a variety of positions. All she really wanted was fucking, and that she more than got.

Adam focused on the Irving puppet, and somehow the very idea of it, of having an audience surrendering his own male role so as to live a vicarious heroic fantasy through Adam, gave him new strength. This is me fucking these women like you never could, Irving, Adam though, and as he through that, he slammed and bounced Natalie over and over up against the thumping bedboard until at last she shrieked and begged for mercy from his marauding cock. That was enough to finally put him over the edge, and in spite of the shenanigans of the lunch, he was still able to ejaculate one more great dollop of clear fluid.

They lay there awhile, and then the women giggled and quickly took revolving hot showers. As they cleaned up, Adam checked the puppet again. "Too much hair." Then he realized he could tug the hair aside, and found a panel underneath. Touching the head, carefully, he was able to open the panel.

The head was full of microelectronics -- and now that he looked more carefully, there were tiny cameras deep inside the eyes.

Adam had to chuckle. Was Irving the puppet -- or was he really the puppeteer of Joan and the rest of them, getting them to do what he wanted?

"You're a shameless manipulative plotter," Adam told the puppet warmly. "No wonder you're my lawyer."

Then he went in to join the women in his own hot shower.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)