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John Smith eased their Ford F-150 into the vast parking lot of Freeman Steelworks, the morning sun glinting off massive silos and conveyor belts. New Atlanta's skyline loomed—sleek skyscrapers mixed with smokestacks, "Pittsburgh of the South" indeed. Rebecca, his 29-year-old wife, sat naked in the passenger seat, her perky C-cups bouncing with each pothole, pussy plug firmly in place like a good Christian wife's badge. No tan lines; CMNF was norm here, just like everywhere post-18.

"Honey, this place is huge," Rebecca said, scrolling her phone. "Google says Freeman Steel's top-tier—your dream gig. And city's #1 for families in '26 rankings. Low crime, affordable houses. Kids would love it."

John, 32 and built from LA construction, nodded, his 11-inch BWC twitching at her casual nudity. "Yeah, babe. Dibs Law's the wildcard—blacks first on white pussy. We knew moving from Cali. Open marriage rules make it workable."

She leaned over, kissing his cheek, cum-breath faint from last night's feed. "Waits and permissions? Mundane as breathing. Hot, even. Your turn tonight."

They parked near the office. Foreman Tyrone Washington—6'5", 280lbs ripped muscle, late 30s—strode out, bulge straining his work pants like a third leg. "John Smith? Resume's gold. Rebecca—welcome to New Atlanta proper." His eyes raked her body, professional but hungry. "Dibs on the fresh transplant. John, permission for a quick welcome feed?"

John's stomach flipped—first real test. Heart pounding, he **** a grin. "Yeah, man. Go ahead. She's yours first."

Tyrone chuckled. "Appreciate it. Ten outside?" John nodded, stepping to the lot. Workers arriving smirked knowingly—cuck wait was daily bread here.

Scene 1: Oral Welcome (Tension Build - 15min Wait)

Inside, Tyrone sat on his desk chair, unzipping. His BBC sprang free—12.5 inches thick as Rebecca's wrist, veined like steel cable. "Breakfast, ma'am. Hypersexual needs don't wait."

Rebecca knelt instinctively, mouth watering. Spermivory kicked in; LA cum was fine, but rumors of African-thick loads... "Mmm, let's see." She engulfed the head, tongue swirling. Tyrone groaned, hands gentle on her hair. "Good girl. Plug means vag's hubby-only—mouth and ass fair game."

Thrusts started slow—mundane as coffee. But volume built. "Here it comes." Geyser erupted: gallon-thick ropes, protein-rich, tasting like sweet cream. Rebecca gulped greedily, throat bulging, belly distending like early pregnancy. Glug-glug-glug. Drool-cum mix trailed her chin onto tits. "Fuck—addictive! Thicker than John's BWC blasts."

Tyrone panted. "Fills ya right. Family man?" She nodded mid-swallow. "John wants kids here—great schools." Another spurt; she moaned, bisex spark craving more. 1.2 gallons down—bloated bliss.

John peeked through blinds: cuck rush hit hard. Jealousy mixed arousal; pants tented. Our normal now.

She emerged minutes later, lips glossy, belly softly rounded. Kissed John deep—cum tang shared. "Nutritious kickstart. Your 11-incher jealous?"

"Hot as hell," he admitted, adjusting. "Shift time."

Act 2: Grind & Permission Escalation

John donned gear—helmet, gloves—joining welders on I-beams. Sparks flew; mundane steel talk. "Safety first—Richard Freeman set the standard," vet Miguel said. Black welder Jamal nodded, casually anal-feeding a WOC intern nearby: lube gland squelch, her moans background noise.

Rebecca toured offices as realtor scout. Black exec Derrick, 40s suit-bull, cornered her. "Housing tips? Dibs—John, permission via walkie?"

John welding: Bzzzzt. "Yeah, Derrick. Twenty okay?" Public lot wait now—coworkers catcalled lightly. "Fresh white meat!"

Scene 2: Anal Office Feast (25min Public Wait)

Desk cleared; Rebecca bent over, ass up. Derrick lubed minimally—her gland wept slick. "Conservative plug? Ass virgin-tight." BBC nudged ring, stretching slow. Inch-by-inch: "Oh God—burns good!" Tension peaked; she gripped edges, tits swaying.

Thrusts built rhythm—slap-slap. "Filling deep—European cum rumors true?" Derrick grunted. "Addict ya." Geyser anally: 1.8 gallons flooded intestines, liquifying waste out bladder later. No poop, just bliss bloat. She quivered, orgasm rippling. "Better than food!"

Post-gush, she vored residue orally. "Tasty—family budget chat later?" Derrick: "Low crime 'cause balanced."

John paced lot, jerking discreetly under jacket. Heard moans crescendo—arousal won.

She strutted out, ass-glow, belly fuller. "Permission perks. Lunch plans?"

Lunch: Family Chat Amid Vag Tease

Cafeteria buzzed. Tyrone waved them over. "Join? Dibs vag—Pill?" Rebecca eyed John. "Permission, babe? Rare sacred act."

John swallowed. "Yeah—watch?" Tension max; public eyes.

Table cleared; Rebecca straddled Tyrone reverse-cowgirl facing John. Plug out temporarily—vag sacred-ish. BBC speared womb-deep. "Husband view." Slow grind: walls gripped, her moans chatty. "Schools top-rated—kids safe? Crime low 'cause jobs like this."

Thrusts quickened—squish-squelch. Cum built: "Flooding!" 2 gallons womb-pumped; addictive rush, belly ballooned preggo-style. John stroked openly now—cuck norm. "Love ya bloated. Our family starts here?"

She dismounted, plug resealed cum inside. "Yes! Penalty for no-permission? $500 fine + public service use."

Act 3: Afternoon Peak Waits

Post-lunch welds dragged. Break: three black crew—Jamal, Marcus, Leroy—lined. "Group dibs, John. Permission chain?"

"After you," he sighed. 45min bench-wait; chorus moans from trailer. Workers: "Wait builds character, bro."

Scene 3: Group Rotation (Peak Tension - Rotating Feeds)

Trailer: Rebecca knees-center. Jamal oral first—1gal throat-dump. "Gulp it, bitch-in-heat." Marcus anal: lube-gush, ring-wreck. Leroy vag-tease (plug-pop). Rotating: mouths/ass filled gallons-thick. "BBC supremacy? Nah, just Dibs." Cums painted belly/tits; she licked, bisex hum mid-moan. "White guys wait—fair trade for steel pay!"

John entered post—aroused wreck. "Done?" Helped clean; quick jerk onto her tongue.

Evening Drive-Home Wind-Down

Sunset highway. Rebecca bloated-glowing. "Weirdly perfect day. Mundane uses, family future." John grinned. "Cuck waits hot—your holes wrecked good?"

Home: She rode his BWC vaginally—cum sacred share. "Missed this addictiveness." Family chat turned moans: "Kids in New Atlanta? Hell yes."

To be continued: Church penalty tease? Penalty for breaking Dibs?