Her stepmother interrupts*

Cristiana leads me not into her bedroom but into the master bedroom. “You into fucking in your dad’s bed?” I ask.

“There’s more room—it’s a lot more comfortable for fucking,” she says matter-of-factly. “I always do it in here if I know I can get away with it.”

Before I can respond to that, I catch sight of the bed, which is strewn with sex toys. I stop dead at the sight. My eyes widen. She gives me a salacious grin. “I’ve been keeping myself busy while I waited for you,” she says in a sultry voice. “Wanna see?” Without waiting for a response, she lies down on the bed and starts working her clit with a vibrator. I watch her raptly. “Take a picture—it’ll last longer,” she smirks.

“I’m so horny,” Cristiana whimpers. “Dayna told me all about your big mommymaker, how well you filled her up, how good you made her feel . . .”

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” A female voice cracks like a whip from the open door. I go cold all over and my stomach turns turtle. Cristiana turns as white as her sheet; her eyes go wide. I look over to see a woman storming off. “Get that fucking ass in here right now!”

“Stay here,” Cristiana whispers frantically before scuttling out of the room. I’m not sure what sense that makes, but I’m not thinking clearly enough to come up with any better ideas, so I hold tight. The rig is still running; I let it run.

“Come here, Mr. Roberts,” the voice calls. I follow it into the other bedroom to see an attractive woman with long black hair—wearing a skimpy red set of bra and panties?! This is very strange. “So,” she purrs, “I understand you’re the new building manager.”

“Yes,” I say firmly.

“And your idea of managing the building is fucking every pussy you can get your dick into?” she demands. “Or are you only interested in fucking the barely-legal ones?”

“No to both,” I say coolly.

“As Cristiana’s stepmother, I’m very glad to hear that,” Holly Gutierrez says sternly. “Because that would be discrimination, and I would have to report you.”

“I, uh?” I say, demonstrating the full scope of my incisive intelligence.

“She wants to join in,” Cristiana says. “That’s her price.”

“It’s very simple,” Holly smirks. “You give us both the fucking we sorely need, leave us both satisfied, and I’m happy, and I don’t tell anyone—and you get to fuck us both as often as you want. You tell me no, I tell the old lady, and you’re out on the street.”

“So let me get this straight,” I say. “Your demand is a wild threesome where I fuck you both silly.”

“Yes,” Holly says smugly.

I look over at Cristiana, who looks avid. “You’re not bothered by her cheating on your father?”

“No,” she says with a shrug. Well, if she doesn’t want to say any more than that, I won’t push it.

“I thought you were angry about this. Is this supposed to be punishment?” I ask in bewilderment.

“No, it’s justice,” Holly purrs. “I’m criminally undersexed and more than a little bi, Cristiana’s a long way hotter than her father, and you’re the first man I’ve seen in a while hotter than she is. I’ve wanted a threesome with her for as long as I’ve known her, and this is perfect. And I know you want her, and I know you want me—I can tell by your dick.”

I stand up. Holly looks up at me, eyes wide, and bites her lip. She looks adorable.

“You deserve to have someone fuck the living shit out of you for pulling a stunt like this, and I’m happy to do it,” I say. Holly’s face blazes with lust. “But you interrupted your stepdaughter, so you’re going to have to wait your turn.”

“I’m fine with that,” Holly murmurs.

“And I have one other condition,” I growl. “You see, this”—I point to the rig—“isn’t a pair of glasses, it’s an experimental binocular camera for VR video and variable-focus still pictures. It’s been running through this whole conversation.” Holly looks seriously alarmed now. “So if you want to get fucked, this stays on.”

Holly relaxes all at once. “Is that supposed to be punishment?” she purrs.