When in Rome...

“Sure…” Adam said with uncertainty. It was his first encounter with living, breathing Sexworldians - outside of the steamy stories he read online. He felt a little anxious, especially since it’d be his first time in public.

Shrugging it off the best he could, Adam moved forward and pressed his hands against the redhead’s waist. It was supple, soft to the touch. He locked lips with her, their tongues began exploring each other’s mouth. He closed his eyes, savoring the kiss before he felt the presence of the redhead’s father snake up behind the two; his rough hands squeezing two fistfuls of tits, gently gnawing on his daughter’s delicate neck. She moaned in response, breaking off the kiss with Adam, before biting her lower lip in arousal.

“Oh Daddy…” she cooed, “I missed you.”

Giving her father a quick kiss, she returned her gaze on the Prudeworlder, “And you…”

Putting a hand up, she playfully nudged his chest. “I want to feel you inside me.” She said in a smooth, sultry tone. “Lay down.” Her voice commanded. Sitting down, he felt the slightly damp, cummy floor soak against his bare ass. It felt strange to say the least, but hey, when in Rome baby.

The redhead crawls onto her knees, her beautiful green eyes staring up at Adam in an almost predatory gaze.

Moving up his body, Mr. Sinclair’s hands propped her up by the midriff, meeting her face-to-face. Their lips met again, passionately, as Adam’s hand snaked down, past the redhead’s abdomen, fingers interlocking against her well-toned ass. He gave it a soft squeeze, uttering a happy coo from the girl.

Reaching down and grabbing his throbbing member, the redhead lined up his cock with her pussy. He could feel the warmth of her womanhood as she pushed his bulbous head past her vulva. Sliding down, her mouth opened wide in a gasp, her pussy walls massaging his rock hard shaft. God, she was tight. Like any Prudeworlder back home.

Behind her, the redhead’s father positioned his cock against her puckered asshole, sliding it in. It easily widened, lovingly accepting his dick like any good daughter would in Sexworld.

The two men began thrusting - slowly at first - before increasing their tempo. “F-fuck!” She moaned, and with animalistic intent, shoved her lips against Mr. Sinclair’s own. Their tongues danced as their hips pistoned like a jackhammer. Cocks plunging in and out of her holes, her eyes rolled back in raw ecstasy. Her grip tightened. Holding onto Adam for dear life as the two men rammed her in public for all to see.

It was hotter than Adam expected.

Her sweating, writhing body. Cocks filling up both her holes. And he was the center of it all.

It wasn’t long before a familiar tingling sensation erupted from the base of his balls, leading all the way up to the tip of his shaft. “Oh my God…” he whimpered to himself. He thrust deep into her pussy, **** to get off. Two… three… four times… he couldn’t take it anymore. His shaft throbbed violently, as sprays of white, hot seed coated her insides. Adam clung onto the redhead, little ‘oh, oh, oh’s mewling from his lips as even the slightest movements uttered **** sensitivity to his angry red cockhead. Still spewing residue cum into her tunnels.

Adam could hear a load moan overhead. The father above him cried out, cumming in his daughter’s ass before pulling out. Cum oozed out of her asshole, seeping onto Mr. Sinclair’s shaft.

“Well…” Adam said, winded, “… That was one hell of a welcome.”

The three laughed in response, letting the mood ride by.

After a moment basking in the afterglow, the redhead slowly lifted herself off Adam. Cum leaked out of her holes, trailing down her legs, and caking the already damp floor beneath them.

Her father began gently caressing her belly, acting as if nothing occurred.

In a matter of fact, nor did his daughter.

A moment passes. Two.

“Okay that was fun, byyyyeeee~” the redhead abruptly interjected.

The father laughed heartily before patting Adam on the shoulder, “Welcome to Sexworld, son.” Before the two walked off into the nearby Starbucks.

Adam let it soak in, chuckling to himself as he threw on his clothes and began walking toward Baggage Claim. He couldn’t help but recall what one poster described Sexworld on the forums.

As casual as breathing air…