Make a whore, or two.

As I fucked Brenda’s mom, Brenda made sure to tell me every naughty thing her dirty mind could think up. During this, Mrs. Thompson was doing the same thing to Brenda’s mom. She even asked if she wanted to be my whore, to which Brenda’s mom replied, “Oh yes, I want to be a whore to John's cock.” At that point, I lost it and filled that pussy full of cum. I was so worn out, that I fell asleep, and didn’t realize that Mrs. Thompson had started eating Brenda’s mom out.

When I woke up, I was on the couch with a blanket over me. “Look who just woke up,” said Brenda’s mom. Seems I missed out on a lot of fun. Brenda’s mom, whose name is Samantha, told me every thing, from Mrs. Thompson eating her out, to all the women simultaneously having an orgasm while fucking themselves with dildo’s. After all the things she told me, I didn’t hear her say, “Seems someone likes what they heard.” Samantha was sore from all the fun, but decided to fuck me before I had to leave. We sat on the couch, Samantha bouncing up and down on my cock until I erupted, covering the inside of her pussy.

Samantha was kind enough to clean my clothes, so I didn’t smell like sex. She also handed me a piece of paper with her number, as well as Mrs. Thompson’s number. It had every number for all of five of them. Before I left, I thanked Samantha for being so kind, even though she didn’t have to. She replied with, “John, I didn’t do it out of kindness. I did it because I’m your whore, and a whore always take care of her man” Seems Samantha wasn’t the only whore I had.