Go for a walk

George had settled his working situation and had quieted down the neighborhood significantly, with even a live-in maid to unwind with after a hard day of having his boss's family get plowed. He avenged his most significant grudge with his ex; and added a couple clauses to prevent them from popping like a balloon/ ending their punishment early. In terms of **** or personal enjoyment, he was at the point where he had to actively seek it out; his daily life was set, and there was nothing left to haunt him mentally.

He went for a walk to clear his mind and reminisce, eventually strolling into a park while trying to recall the names of anyone who significantly bugged him or gave him a boner during his school days.

It had been a few years since then, so he couldn't pull any specifics other than some annoying classmates and, sexy if not unfortunately uptight, teachers. Clearly none of them had done anything bad enough for punishment, but they could make for a nice nostalgia-fuck.

As he strolled, he saw a sexy jogger ahead of him and followed, occasionally increasing the size of her ass and wondering if she'd notice her already form fitting yoga pants getting tighter.

She was thin but fit from this apparently daily habit, that had her brunette ponytail trailing in the breeze. Her looks were about average, but now at least she had quite the bottom-heavy appeal.

She noticed when she felt them snap off, revealing her now deeply wedged thong. George couldn't resist slapping that ass after she stopped and he nearly passed her.

"Damn, nice ass"

"Thanks, I love working on it" She was slightly mentally altered.

"Give it a squat" he asked before looking down at her thick cheeks brought low and started fucking her mouth as a 'cool down technique'.

Along the same trail a middle-aged woman seemed to be walking a small toy-runt of a dog. Showing a slightly wrinkled and exasperated look beneath her glasses, she kept her distance from George yet failed to see anything immoral about his public throat-fucking.

He met her gaze and sized up the upper-middle class bitch, rocking business casual clothes that contained just alright assets. She had short-length blonde hair and reminded him of an HR representative scumbag that made him jump through hoops to get employed; George had forgotten that grudge til now and had no way to know or care if she was that similar to the bitch he forgot.

First he empowered her shrimpy pup into something more significant; turning it into a massive leashed hyena to endlessly bark down at her, but that idea was not sexy enough, so he made the blonde suddenly be in her dog's place; naked, collared, and on all fours.

The dog made a few evolutions and gained its freedom; becoming a pimp holding the leash and kicking her ass if she didn't crawl straight.

Turning away from the athlete taking a breather with a cock down her throat, George gave a summoned wad of cash to the pimp before receiving his best bitch and waving the dawg off; wishing the best of luck on the pimp trade that would likely be impeded with a name like Cupcake.

Conveniently, his whore was also modified a bit before being left with George as her first client. She had cheetah print tattoos covering her back and leading to her fat ass, and then she kneeled up in front of him, revealing her large pair of pierced tits.

She still had quite the bitchy look on her face, but now it was more youthful and the expression was one of challenge; heightened by a heavy shade of mascara around her eyes and pink lips that she bit down on.

"I'm getting that dick" She huffed, roughly tugging George's belt down with her teeth and shaking the brunette; that grounded all the inertia to her throat working him.

He let the bitch have his bone, and she immediately took a couple feral bobs to the root, before pulling back to simply slobber all over it, in just the time the jogger needed to take a breather.

Moving away from the blonde, it seemed the athlete knew to pace herself; making proportioned reps and sets on his cock, and grunting specific counts likewise when he was pressing down her throat. She ignored the yappy HR bitch next to her, that in a confirming fashion, ranted about the concepts of individual needs and duties; that sounded funny coming from a collared street whore.

The rep was silenced once again, disregarding her groans of hunger and gags, quickly pounding dick down her tight throat, but could so easily pull away this time given the strong tugs George made to her leash. Making her mascara trail down her flushed face beautifully, George was nearly finished, but decided to make the whore wait some more as he turned to the jogger again.

He gave her a high-intensity exercise and tore open her sports bra; letting her tits bounce openly from her efforts. Her tits were dribbled over from all her spit and sweat that her gagging in this outdoor weather had caused, but just when she was about to slow down, George came in clutch and helped her to overcome her limits by grabbing at her ponytail; **** her with his cock.

The bitch pleaded and whined; taking an ego stroking approach as she massaged his balls and lapped at the area around the jogger's lips, occasionally groping the girl to show what a good bitch she was.

Feeling a high enough personal-record echo on his cock, and hungry enough tongues on him, George magnanimously gave them what they desired; a high-protein snack and a treat. He came down the Jogger's mouth and filled it before spattering her, then the bitch to a lesser extent; who either way dedicated her tongue to a fast cleanup.

Watching the paid whore lick up his spunk in a public park, George looked up to see a police officer approach; which would normally shock most men in this situation.