The Usual

Naked and a little cold after just cumming into her mouth, you drag Mandy into your home. Julie has opened the door and you toss Mandy toward the staircase. Mandy staggers to the bannister and you stop Julie from helping.

"You'll be fucking me all night long, so I don't fucking die. Now go to my fucking bedroom and clean yourself the fuck up, you fuck!" you yell loudly, as adrenaline seems to rush through you. You've never felt this much power before.

Julie goes to close the door, but you quickly grab her and hold her tight, fondling her breast with your right hand.

"Cassie!" you yell to your estranged wife standing next to her boyfriend, Frank, "take off your clothes and help me to the guest bathroom. I need to shower, but I might need to fuck you."

"You just fucked--" Cassie began before Frank shushed her.

"She'll be up there in a minute, John." Frank and Cassie went into the next room to argue about it. The argument didn't last long, as you could spot Cassie taking off her clothes.

In the meantime, you turned to your daughter. "Why are you still naked?"

"Same reason you are, so you can fuck me at the drop of a hat. I want to be your primary fuck," she said with a smile, citing terminology from one of the pamphlets. You kiss her on the forehead as your wife comes by.

"Alright, let's get this over with." You walk up to Cassie, hug her tightly and insert two fingers into her dry snatch. She stands there stiffly, allowing you to do whatever. "Are you done?"

You ignore her question, and tell Frank and Julie to get started on dinner. "Also, order a pizza for Mandy. Tell Domino's it's for John Doe and that I need the blue-hair chick to deliver it. Tell them I'll probably **** her, but not to let her know."

They nod at this acceptable request as you rush up the stairs, dragging Cassie along the way.

Before starting your shower in the hallway bathroom, you leave Cassie and walk into your bathroom. There is Mandy in the shower, au naturel, cleaning herself quite nicely. You admire the shape of her body and feel a tinge of remorse, alongside other tingles, for your treatment of her.

She smiles at you, and licks her lips. You walk close and reach into the stall. She closes her eyes, as you turn the water to its coldest setting.

"Sorry, I need the hot water," you say as she shrieks and coils from the freezing stream.

You comfortably walk back into the hallway, and the shower you will be using with Cassie. She's leaning against the door with her arms crossed around her chest, her full blonde bush on display, with hints of lips poking through.

"Get the water started, woman," you say, and she merely rolls her eyes and starts the shower.

It's warm and inviting as you step in and place your arms against the wall. "Alright then, clean my ass."

Cassie grabs a washcloth. "No washcloths, please. You know what I want."

"John, you can't be serious?"

"We've been married 19 years. You know what I like. And I do need constant sexual attention."

She sighed and entered the shower, water cascading down her back. With her skilled tongue, my ass grass stains were gone, and I was probably the cleanest in that region in a long time. She was very talented, and very thorough, and I almost stained the wall opposite her.

But I was gaining a bit more self-control than I was used to, and I turned around, slapping her head with my cock. "This needs cleaning too," I said, as she leered up at me annoyed, but easily engulfed my cock in a second.

She knew what I liked, she knew what to do with her hands, she knew to pleasure herself as she pleasured me. It was over faster than I would have preferred and I came multiple pumps into her mouth and throat. She knew to swallow, even in such an easy-to-clean space.

After I came, I relaxed, and she and I got some washcloths and shampoo and legitimately cleaned our bodies through and through. As I exited the shower, I once more placed my fingers into her pussy. She was wet, I was sure of it, in more ways than one.

We were downstairs after a few minutes, barely toweling each other off and leaking on the floor. I might have to "hire" a maid (i.e. bring one in to fuck, and make her clean up while she was staying with me).

"You two are glowing," said my daughter as Cassie and me sat down to eat the hamburger helper. "Yeah, she just gave me a rimjob," I said as I scarfed down the helper. "This is delicious."

My daughter was beaming. Not just at the compliment at her cooking, but at the fact that her parents were somewhat back together, and her father had multiple people to fuck and was more than willing to fuck anybody and stave off ****. Frank's presence was making things a little awkward.

"Pizza should be here any minute now," said Frank, awkwardly sitting next to my naked wife/his naked girlfriend.

"Where's my phone?" I asked, ignoring Frank once again. Julie hopped out and back in, producing my cell phone from within my pair of pants.

I looked at the messages. One from a member of the volleyball team. One from Dr. Mitchell, asking for a checkup. Another from Sheriff Jones asking about my condition and wanting to stop by tomorrow with some forms to sign. Most importantly, Laura Lee sent me a link to a PornHub video entitled "For John" which featured her, Ted Andrews, and his daughter Alice, engaged in a threesome down the street. I bookmarked the video to masturbate to later tonight with Mandy.

Julie interrupted my phoneplay by telling me of her idea to start a GoFundMe to hire prostitutes to fuck me, but I shot down the plan, telling her it was unnecessary since I could have sex with anyone, at anytime, anywhere, without having to spend a dime.

As my lovely daughter was contemplating her next move to get me off, the doorbell rang.

Frank stepped in. "Pizza's here!"