Prostitution Plans

You found Sergeant Mohr who gave you your pants and phone. He was in his police uniform. "Change into civvies, Kris. Me and you are going out." He raised his eyes at this statement.

On the way home, with Agnes snuggling alongside you the whole way, you check your messages. A few interesting press inquiries, some sexts from your sisters and Beth, a couple new videos from Ted and Alice, but nothing from Julie. You text her and she quickly texts back that she's spending the night at the dorm with Luna. Glad that she's having fun, you decide to visit the dorm in the next couple days. In the meantime, Julie sends a sext that might be the close up of her foot or the inside of her pussy. You frown in confusion at the blurry picture.

At home, you smile to see that Mandy had returned the '57 Ford you left in the school parking lot. Rebecca and Leigh had gone shopping, hopefully not with the food money you gave Leigh, and the house is immaculate. They hug the naked Agnes carrying her habit and medical bag, and Agnes is the only one delighted when you announce your intention to fuck her overnight.

"You shouldn't sleep with only one person, John. She might not keep up" said Leigh, genuine concern in her voice.

"I'll fuck you, Mr. Doe. Me and Sister Agnes can get to know each other," said Rebecca, a sincere tone to her statement.

"Nonsense. I'll just pick someone new when I go out with Kris for the evening. Besides, I wouldn't want to seperate you two lovebirds." They blush as they look at each other before you grab Leigh, and give her a long, intimate kiss. You slap her ass and walk out the door.

Kris has changed, apparently on the lawn, from his brown Oak County Sheriff's uniform to something like Shaft would wear. A dark leather jacket over a bright red shirt and some cheesy medallion with a pair of sleek sunglasses, over his bald face.

"What the fuck is this, man?" you ask.

"This is my undercover outfit." You laugh and toss him the Ford keys. "You're driving."

You drive only a few houses up the street to the wealthier neighborhoods. "Actually, Kris, I'll just be a few minutes. Go back to the cul de sac and pick up Linda Lou Logan. Tell her to dress in her sluttiest outfit and bring ger back. I'm going to be pimping her out."

Kris raised an eyebrow. "You can't make money off this disease, John," he objected.

"Oh, they'll make all the money. I'm just doing it for my own selfish gratification." You whistle a little tune as you junp out the parked car and make your way across the large lawn. Kris drives away as you approach the door.

"Can I help you?" you hear from a speaker near the door. It's close to 9 PM, and surprisingly dark outside for mid-May. You press the call button. "Yeah, I'm here to fuck Maia." The front door buzzes and opens.

The house is huge. Judging from the pictures, Maia's dad, Joseph "Skull" Zbigniew, was in a hair metal band in the '80s. This would've been many years before Maia was born, but the pictures don't lie and there are gold records on the wall.

"We're in here, sir," says Joseph from a room in the distance. You find him, his pregnant wife Helga, and his annoyed daughter at the dinner table. Everyone was quiet as you walked around the table. You fondled Helga's breast briefly as you paced around her, exposing it from her low-cut maternity dress. She was tall and only a few years older than Maia, an obvious stepdaughter. Pictures on the wall show that she was a fashion model of some sort, although you didn't recognize her work.

She remains with a boob exposed and watching as you pace by her husband. "Up," you say to Maia, who stands up with an annoyed sigh. You swing the chair out of the way and push Maia forward into her food. "Fuck, man. Watch the plate!"

She pulls food out of her blond hair, as she slides her plate away and you slide down her pants and panties, and then your shorts. Grabbing a handful of her corn, you oil up her dry pussy before pressing in.

"You're a rock star, huh," you ask Joseph while fucking his daughter. He seems a little nerved, but continues drinking his wine. "Uh, yeah, more heavy metal. We broke up in '95. I was only the drummer."

He went on about his music career, but you couldn't care less. The daughter was almost purring, and the table shaking violently. "I'm going to eat in other room," said Helga in a thick Swedish accent. "Nonsense," you say, and she sits back down. "You do any nudes?"

You pounded a few more times into Maia as her stepmother explained that she was a professional fashion model who would never **** herself in such a way. You then gave your phone to Joseph and told him to take some nudes.

They were tasteful, you gathered, as she removed her last clothes and covered herself partially in a white bearskin rug, exposing nary a nipple now and then.

"Smuttier!" you yell over Maia's loud purr. The rug was gone and Helga was showing her full figure form and large belly to the camera, with a wry look in her eye.

"Smuttier!" you yell again, as you furiously pick up the rhythm and she is going into overdrive. Helga's legs are now spread and she begins masturbating.

"Smuttier!" you yell one final time, barely heard over Maia's vocalizations, as Helga is being given practically a gynecological exam. The events explode your curiosity, and cock, and you leave Maia in ecstasy before kicking off your shorts and walking up to Joseph and getting a better look at the pregnant nudie.

"I'd knock you up, but it looks like someone beat me to it." Joseph chuckles as you instead bend down and begin eating out her pussy. She's a bit of a squirter, you find, taking a handkerchief from Joseph to wipe the stuff off your face. You reach up and barely grasp a boob, over her large belly and lengthy frame.

"Mmmmm," you say, to everyone's confusion. You lift your head up. "Tastes like sweet tea." She may have been more popular before the pregnancy, but you cherish her body as it is now. And everyone else can too, since you plan to upload these pictures on the web.

Joseph helps you up and you and he both help up Helga. She wipes off your face with the handkerchief and you hug and kiss her. "Thanks for the hospitality, guys. Me and Maia are going to go now."

"Wait, what?" asks Maia, coming down from her orgasmic high.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm going to take her into town to see if I can prostitute her."