Back to Lloyd's House

There was no way Lloyd was going to spend the night at Paira fucking Sweettits house of masochistic cumdolls. No, fuck it, he was dialing Fuckmeat, getting a goddamn ride home, and dealing with shit like he usually did.

"Thanks for the, uh, offer." he lied through his teeth. "But I'm just heading home." He was writing out a text telling Fuckmeat where to pick him up when Paira started getting pouty.

"I can come with you. My housemates won't mind."

"NO!" Fuck, if his parents met her - fucknuts, if Chuck met her! "Nope, no, nope, I'm getting a ride and going home alone. By myself."

"But how am I going to make up for violating your boundaries if you can't shove your cock into one of my fuckholes regardless of my dignity?"

"Uh...." Lloyd capacity for answering insane questions like this was never high to begin with. It really didn't help that he was getting so many in one day.

BING

Lloyd received a confirmation from Fuckmeat that she was on her way. Along with a picture of her tits nearly bursting out of her uniform top. Christing fuck, was he ever going to meet a normal woman again?

Kat slithered up beside Sweettits and roughly groped her massive funbags. "Daddy said you can't come, cunt. Be a good girl, do whatever he says, and NEVER SPEAK LIKE THAT TO HIM AGAIN." The sadistic goth wrapped her hand around Sweettits throat as her voice grew more intense. The strained noises from Paira freaked Lloyd right the fuck out.

"HEY!" he shouted, before really looking at Paira's face and seeing the lustful fuck haze in her eyes. And the hard tips of her nipples peaking through her top. And the trail of liquid cascading down her legs. "Oh."

Kat was whispering more threats(?) into his professor's ear when Fuckmeat pulled up. Lloyd didn't waste a second and jumped into the front passenger seat. "I sent you the address for my house, fucking step on it."

"Sir, yes, Sir." the curvaceous cop affirmed.

As they sped away, Lloyd couldn't help the anxiety creeping over him from the last few hours. He ran his hands through his hair and grunted.

"Hard day, Sir?"

Lloyd sat up in his chair and stared ahead at nothing. "I don't even fucking know. Its more like...I don't know. Not a single god damn thing is turning out how I wanted. Ok, sure, was having sex in the middle class with two of the hottest women alive lucky? Fuckin' yeah! Was getting free rides from a big tittied nympho slut in her cop car lucky? I don't be a fucking idiot to think otherwise."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Don't mention it, cocksleeve." He reached over and absentmindedly sank his hand into her titflesh. She let out a horny moan. "I don't...maybe I'm just worried about what's gonna happen when I go home. I've never had control there. Fuck, I barely have control now and I'm supposed to be lucky! What in the goddamn shit -!"

Fuckmeat's moaning was getting louder, hornier, and more **** as he got more worked up. She was biting her plump lip and grinding her legs together even as she was driving like a pro. Fuck, he was hard.

"Stop the car."

Without a second's hesitation, Fuckmeat pulled off to the side of the street, blocking off a parallel parking spot. "Open the door." he told her as he stepped out of his own, getting looks from passersby and honks from cars swerving around them.

Lloyd loomed over Officer Fuckmeat, dropping his pants down and unleashing his 11 inch monster onto the gorgeous fuckdolls face. She gasped in delight when she felt it's warm slap on her cheek. "Lube it up," he ordered. "Then fuck it with your tits."

As Fuckmeat eagerly nodded and began gliding her tongue over his immense shaft, Lloyd leaned back and stared up at the sky, past the tips of offices and apartment buildings. What the fuck was bothering him so much? That he could fuck all the time? That he didn't have to try to learn shit anymore? That he could actually be fucking happy for once? Why couldn't he just do what he was doing now? Enjoy the good shit that came his way?

Fuckmeat got his dick sloppier as cars got more aggressive. Swerving harder and honking louder. A few people even flipped him off. Fuck 'em.

With one hand Lloyd pushed Fuckmeat's cockpillows off and then aimed his fuckrod under her top. "Squeeze 'em together, fucktoy." She grew a wicked grin and formed a tight titty pussy for her Sir. He shot his cock between those perfect fuck jugs and then left the rest to her.

Was panting and almost giggling as she bounced her fat tits up and down his slobbery shaft. Every once in a while a moan would escape, and then they grew more frequent. Check her crotch, Lloyd saw her pussy practically gushing. Pussy juice literally spilled out into the street as another car honked by. Lloyd just stuck out his middle finger into on-coming traffic, staring his sexdoll cop in the eyes as she pumped and panted and moaned over his cock.

Eventually, Lloyd had enough and started thrusting in time with Fuckmeat. As he got closer and closer to spraying his load, she was clearly getting close to her own release. With a few more hard, spine-shattering thrusts, cum shot out like a fountain, jizz coating Fuckmeat like a sprinkler in the summer. The second that first drop hit her face, she convulsed forward, burying her face in Lloyd's pubes as the rest of her twitched and spasmed in a whore's orgasm.

A tiny whine escaped her mouth, a smile forming on her face. Her entire face, her tits, hell her uniform top were all soaked in hot, sticky cum.

Lloyd barely gave her a moment to recover. "Clean it."

She got right to work, licking and suck every inch of his meat. As soon as he was clean, he got back on his side of the car and told her, "drive."

And so she did. Still quivering, still cum-coated, still in the fuck haze of orgasm, she drove like a pro.

Lloyd felt a little better. A little more in control.

Realization struck him like a bat from swung by a fucking gorilla. THAT'S what was bugging him! His life felt just as out of control as before, even if he was king cock of the fuckbunnies. But that wasn't the Stone's fault. Sure, it was way hornier than he expected, but HE was still able to take charge. It was HIS luck. And he was going to fucking use it.

Fuckmeat pulled into his parent's driveway. He looked on his hosue, his former place of torment, and a wide smile spread across his face. He faced his jizz coated chauffeur, spat in her face and said, "good girl."

She smiled, sighed, and quivered. "Thank you, Sir."

"I'll call you if I need you." With that, he stepped out of the car, watched Fuckmeat drive off, and walked up to the front door.