Fuck the Mother

"Alright, you don't want to give me the key to this? Let's see if your pretty little girl is more convincing," I reach forward to grab the girl, but am stopped by the mother who throws herself in my path.

"Wait! If you're going to touch anyone touch me you bastard."

"Mommy?!"

"Darling!"

"Oh, is that right?" I say, and the wife looks at her husband like she's expecting him to say anything. He only shakes his head in disbelief at the situation, causing her to scoff and look up at me with a hint of defiance.

"Just leave my daughter out of this."

"Whatever you say lady," I grab the woman by her hair and force her to bend over in front of me and her family. Hiking up her dress to reveal that pale wobblemeat before me. The woman tries to grimace and ignore it, but even she flushes at the embarrassment. She instructs her daughter to look away as I start playing with her ass, bouncing it and smacking it with my hands. Leaving red ripples in her flesh is getting me hard and the woman's iron gaze is only making me more determined to see her break. I spread her eager ass cheeks, and begin pressing the tip of my snake against her asshole.

"Y-you!" she looks back to curse at me before taking a silent gasp at the feeling of my cock entering her clearly virgin hole. Can't believe that her man never did anal on this bitch. And clearly he's disgusted by the sight as he cowers and hides his eyes. Not the daughter though, she covers her eyes but looks past with the gaps in her fingers. Only able to mutter a silent "oh my god..."

"You're—hng—a monster!" she cries out as I fuck her. But it is beyond difficult to give a rats shit from how good she feels. I see her make her head fall, trying to hide her face, but I want to see that pain turn to pleasure so I force her to stay up. All she can do is curse me. Curse me like the son of a bitch I am.

"You want to curse anyone? Curse your fucking cuck of a husband." I say as I continue fucking her. She does look at her husband, eyes squinting at him like she wants to tell him off but refusing to do so. I smack her ass and she screams. But, I can see in her eye she's slowly getting it. Getting that this is his fault. If he was simply a better man. There's a delicious moan from her as her face contorts, trying to hide the pleasure. Instead she begins badmouthing me again.

"Dirty—"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Fucking—"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAAAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"THUG—!"

But her best efforts don't go anywhere. Every thrust is met with a moan. Every insult is met with a squirm. She's falling victim to my cock. And I can tell with how she's grunting like a bitch in heat. Eventually the husband gets on all fours, slams his head to the train and screams:

"0042! The code is 0042! Please get out of my wi—"

"Shut the FUCK up Charlesssss!" his wife screams, eyes rolling back in pleasure. She looks less like a proper pristine wife and looks more like a fucking whore. The man blinks in confusion, looks to his daughter who is trying to not touch herself at the sight, then looks back at his wife. He mutters the four digits again as I press so deep into his wife she almost is thrusted against the wall of the train. I pull back eventually leaving her ass with a gaping pop and shove the bitch to her knees.

A few heavy-handed strokes help me explode all over the mother's face. Her husband watches with tears in his eyes as heavy ropes drip out of the tip of my cock. The wife begins finger-fucking herself to completion as I strut over to the vault, my cock still dripping from sex and enter the code.

"Thanks boss."

Entering the place I begin to take documents after documents, valuable after valuable. But I do find what I'm looking for. Bonds belonging to the Castillion Corporation. The owner of the New Vegas Train, and a man who caught my interest from years ago.