Ole Man Porter has "technical issues"

Ronnie couldn't believe it! The old man tossed one of her legs onto his shoulder. Candy was shaved, Ronnie saw to his delight. His grubby fingers pushed her lips apart with one hand, and he slid his first two fingers in with the other. Candy shifted, but didn't wake at all. He worked them in and out, slowly, until Ronnie could hear the liquid squish of her arousal. He quickly the saved the file when the Old Man stood to unzip his jeans.

Ole Man Porter pulled out a long, barely erect cock. He stroked and rubbed and smacked it. He tried to worm it into her, but it just wasn't going to happen. "GODDAMNED WHISKEY DICK!" he roared. Candy rolled her eyes open, totally unfocused, and then went back to sleep.

Undetered, he went back to fingering her with one hand and rubbing her breasts with the other. Ronnie was quietly stroking himself as he zoomed into to see her tight hole prodded again and again. Finally, he looked at his flaccid cock, and sighed. "Not tonight, eh? eh, maybe tomorrow...maybe...later..." he said. Ole Man Porter stumbled out the door, barely getting his cock back in as he made his way for home.

Ronnie saw that she was moving more. He knew that he wouldn't get the chance tonight. That didn't bother him one bit. He grinned, slipped out the door, and snuck home with his prize.

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Candy woke up rudely. Her husband was on top of her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy fast and hard. She pushed him away. "Goddammit Billy! I told you that I don't like that!" She sat up, and hugged her knees. Things had happened to her in her sleep before. Her 18th birthday by her uncle, her 21st by three football players at a party...

"The Hell you don't! You buck and fuck and roll like a whore in heat in your sleep!" he said, pulling her back down. " C'mon. I was close." he said. Candice sighed, and opened her mouth. His thick cock slid in as his hand pumped. She was hungover, and wanted to get a shower. Still, she was his wife and she had given her vows. Still, the taste of his dick covered with her (hopefully just her, she thought) pussy juice the first thing in the morning wasn't her ideal breakfast.

She felt it merely dribble onto her tongue. He'd came recently. She hoped it was just in the bathroom by himself at work, but she knew better. Her husband could fill her mouth if his balls were full. She knew he was cheating on her, but what could she do?

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Later that day, Billy left the trailer park to go to work the night shift at the mine. Candy pulled the tequila out of the cabinet, and took a long drink. "Who was it this time? That Porter bitch again? Chaz's teen sister?" She drank, and started to settle in, just a the doorbell rang. "Fuck." she thought, standing. She was a little woozy, but not too bad.

"Ronnie?" she said, eying the huge, fat, pasty, grinning mass before her. She had no idea what Ronnie Jones, of all people, would need at 8 PM. She'd caught him peeking in once, but everyone knew he did that. Fortunately, she was just cooking at the time. Tonight, she wore her gray turleneck sweater and comfy pair of black yoga pants. Her emsemble did very, very little to hide the curves of her form.

"Candy." he said, stepping up to the doorway. He smelled when you close to him, and he obviously was wanting to come inside. "I have some footage of infidelity you way want to see." he held up a burned DVD. Her heart raced. "This Peeping Tom has got something on Billy!" she thought. She ushered him in and tore the DVD from his hand. She dropped to her knees and put it in the player.

Ronnie opened the Tequila, and took a drink. "Not bad." he said, and sat it beside her. He watched, barely containing himself, as the title screen came up. "Cheating" was all it said. She hugged her knees and went wide eyed as the screen went black, and then faded in.

"Oh my GOD!" she said, her hand going over her mouth as she saw what Ole' Man Porter had done to her. The mauling of her breasts, the rubbing of her clit. She watched it in horrified silence when he tried to fuck her with his limp cock, and settled for a brutal fingerfuck instead. She watched a few stillshots follow the feature, one with a thick cock in her mouth shot at close range, and then it went black, and back to menu.

"I've got 20 copies. Two go out to your employer tomorrow, one to your church, and one to your parents. The rest I'll sell around the park if don't play ball." he said, grinning as he walked up behind her. "You know, you drink too much." He started to slowly rub her shoulders. Candice held her breath, and closed her eyes for a moment.

"What do you want, Ronnie?" she asked quietly, but she already knew. In response, he grabbed her breasts through her tight gray turtleneck. "And I get all the copies and you'll destroy the original?" she asked, feeling helpless as he mauled her C cups.

"Just once? No. I want you a few times. 10 copies for tonight. 10 for the next. The last is for the original." he said, pulling her top up. She knew she couldn't do anything as he roughly handled her tits. She felt his rapidly thickening cock press against his jeans and the back of her head.

"And that will be it?" she said as he slowly twisted her nipples to erectness. He handed her the bottle of tequila.

"Yeah. You can drink yourself stupid for all I care tonight and the next time. The last one though, I want you sober and awake...

When she turned, she saw him unzip his pants, his thick, long dick popping out.