Ride the elevator*

I ride the elevator up to the fourth floor. #405 is the Fords, John and Melody, and their daughters Lyric and Harmony. Yeah, there’s a theme there. Harmony is 18 and one of Dayna’s classmates; Lyric, 19, presumably graduated last year. John is 42; Melody is 41. I knock on the door and hear no movement. I ring the doorbell, but there’s still no response. I guess they’re not home. On to #501; I can check back here later.

#501 is another step-family. Rafael Gutierrez is 39 with a 19-year-old daughter, Cristiana, and a 30-year-old wife named Holly. Here, my knock is answered promptly by an attractive brunette in a white blouse and a black skirt. “Mr. Roberts?” she asks, her face alight with a happy smile. “I’m Cristiana Gutierrez. Dayna told us all about you—I’ve been so hoping I’d see you today. Please, come in.”

As Cristiana closes the door behind us, she purrs, “So Dayna said you’re into having fun with cameras.” She unbuttons her blouse and pulls it open. “See anything you like?”

“Mmmm, yes,” I say. “But surely you’re not planning on stopping there?”

“Oooooh, no, not at all, hot rod,” Cristiana coos. “I’m not planning on stopping at all.” She tosses the blouse aside. She undoes the skirt and lets it fall to the floor, then turns away from me. “Do you like that tight round ass?”

“I love it.”

Cristiana twists around the other way and puts her hands over her tits. “As long as you’re back there, baby,” she purrs, “would you mind undoing my bra?” I do as she asks. “Ooooh, hot rod, you’ve had some practice at that,” she says slyly. “Do you make a habit of taking advantage of innocent teenage girls?”

I take the picture. “No,” I tell her. “None of them were innocent.” She giggles.

Cristiana turns to face me. “I don’t know,” she says seductively. “I’m not sure I should let you see them. Do you promise to be a good boy?”

“I promise not to be,” I growl.

“Good,” she purrs. “That’s the right answer.” She sweeps off her bra, leaving it dangling from her hand. “Like what you see, hot rod?”

“Fuck yes,” I say fervently.

“Good. That’s the right answer.”

Cristiana flips the bra away and skins off her panties. She backs up. “Oh, no,” she purrs, “I’m helpless. What are you going to do to me? Are you going to eat me?”

“I certainly intend to,” I growl.

“I need to get away,” Cristiana whimpers, turning away from me and sticking out her tight round ass. “I need to get away before I get eaten.”

“No, you don’t,” I snarl. I walk up behind her and grab a tit with one hand while the other goes for her clit. I nip at her neck. The instant I touch her button, Cristiana cums hard with a squeal. She presses her sex into my hand.

When she stops shaking, she reaches back and undoes my pants. She pushes them down and grinds her ass against my dick. “Let’s take this into the bedroom, baby, and get really comfortable.”

“Sounds good to me.”