Interrupt Peter (alt path)

Reaching one hand up your toned chest to give the nipple topping your just sub-D cup tits a rub, you watched Peters ass dance in the black PU leather micro-skirt that slid up to show his pink thong as he reached up to shift through the wardrobe that replaced what was Michaels bedroom once upon a time. Sliding the other hand under the covers, you slid your other hand down your smooth belly, and the altered flared hips that gave you a perfect hourglass form.

Grabbing your cock as it stirred to life, you caught glimpses of black fabric around his neck through his platnium blond hair as you began slowly giving your cock a crank as you watched Peter put on a morning show in front of you for a moment.

"Hey, Peter," you yawn as he grabbed a hot pink tube top. Your voice startles him, and he nearly drops the tube top he's holding.

"Oh! Good morning Mistress." he replies as he turns around with a start. His voice is higher and breathier than it was back in his fully-male days, and his pumped-up lips give him a signature lisp, and you licked your lips as his cock bounced delightfully as he turned around.

"I'm feeling a little stiff," you continue, throwing off the covers. Mike murmurs something in his sleep, but doesn't wake up. "Come warm me up, will you?"

Peter hesitates a moment, watching as you stroke yourself a few times. "I just have to pick out something to--"

"It's gonna be a nice day. Just bring that tube top over here. Oh, and..." You take a moment to look at the full-length shoe rack that’s hanging on the door to the walk-in closet. “Hmm… I’ll say E2 for today,” you continue, stroking yourself slowly and pointing.

He nods reluctantly, then grabs the 8" suede over-knee boots from the rack and makes his way back towards the bed.

You both know full well that if he goes to the office like that, he'll get twice as much attention and half as much work done. His superiors never seem to mind after you spent a couple of hours entertaining them though, and so you've made it a fairly regular occurrence.

Putting the boots on the end of the bed, Peter crawls up between your legs, and you reach down to grab the pink tube top as you run your fingers through his long, flowing hair. "Deep and messy, please. I want it soaking."

He merely grunts in reply before taking your swollen head between his soft pillowy lips, flicking his tongue as inch after inch slides in. Before you know it, you're squeezing into his hot wet throat, and soon after your entire length is buried inside your friend's father.

He's had plenty of practice taking care of your morning wood, so he has little trouble working his way up and down your shaft. A trickle of drool begins to escape his lips at the same time as some pre escaped his cock onto the sheets, and a few thrusts later both his lips and your cock are coated in a thick layer of spit and precum.

You let him go on for a few minutes before you fell pressure building on your prostrate.

Reaching down, you interrupt Peter with a flick on the nose. "Up." you order. Laying back, you let out a moan as he takes your cock to the hilt before slurping on it as he pulls back to the head.

Wrapping your legs around Peter's now-waspish waist, you drag him forward by the D-ring of his thick black leather collar. Moaning as he spreads his massive tits to envelop your cock, you let go of his collar to spread the tube top between your hands. Making sure that the glittery, black cursive writing that reads “Cumdump” is on the front to match the silver "Cumguzzler" on his collar, Peter reaches up and slides his arms into the top.

Pulling it over his head, you let out a moan as his tongue goes to work on your cockhead.

"That's a good bitch," you mutter as you finish dressing Peter, getting a moan of contentment from him in reply. Running your hands over his massive tits, you can't help but tweak his nipples as you brush over them.

Forming a tight seal around the fat mushroom head of your cock with his lips, he works his large, yet naturally soft, fake looking tits around the shaft. You lock eyes for a moment, smiling down at your feminized toy.

"Now then..." You lean back on the bed, taking a minute to admire the sight of your friend’s bimbofied father on his knees, dressed like a well-broken-in streetwalker, with your cock between his fake tits. "…Swallow."

With that, you release the pressure on your bladder and let your urine flow. "Hnnngh, that’s it," you moan as you feel the stream of piss rocket out of your penis and into Peter’s waiting mouth.

Thankful for the mods preventing premature ejaculation, you feel your balls churn as you watch and listen to your oral fuckdoll gulping down one mouthful of your urine after another, cheeks bulging like a squirrel.

Grabbing Peter by his platinum-blonde hair as your bladder grows empty, you pull your cock out, causing a small trickle of urine to escape his mouth and drip down his thick lips.

Sitting back on the heels of his feet, Peter ignores the the resulting mess of spit and urine that splatters on his chest, and flashes you a curious glance as he starts giving you an nice and slow tit fuck. "Should I finish you, or...?"