Very hot routine

In a couple of days, Kyle realized that his life has suddenly began to follow a routine. It was like the universe itself had bent over and spread its legs for him to take, making everything just fall perfectly in place. Every morning, like clockwork, his phone would chime with a notification, and he'd check it to find a picture from Emma.

Sometime she was wearing those tight yoga pants with a tank top that covered her breasts, and made his imagination run wild. Other days, she’d be in a sports bra that hugged her tits so well, it was like they were begging to be let out. And sometime it was a naked selfie with a caption that was as simple as it was direct: "Fuck me."

Kyle would saunter over to her place usually making sure that Tom's car was nowhere in sight. The house would be so quiet, except for Emma's breathy whispers as she greeted him with a kiss that sometimes lasted for a couple of hours, and instead of breakfast Emma had to make brunch for her young lover.

It is not like Kyle did not enjoy a simpler morning, Emma would wear a naked apron and serve him a morning breakfast, carefully feeding him spoons of oatmeal/scramble/waffles while Kyle's thick member was nestled deep inside her, filling her up to the brim. The way she always managed to always get a load of his cum before he even finished his breakfast was nothing short of amazing. One time he even tried to resist, and not let the slutty MILF get her treat, but she had a way with her mouth and her hands.

Her non-stop grinding and kisses took Kyle to the edge. Once she sensed that, her gaze locked onto his, her lips curled into a sultry smile. With a devilish glint in her grey orbs, she whispered, “You’re such a big man, sir. Much bigger than my hubby could ever dream of being.” Her words were like a **** to his ears, feeding his ego as effectively as her mouth was feeding his cock. "I wish could take his place entirely," she cooed, her voice thick with desire, "Make him bring us money while you make my belly round with your young viral seed!"

Less to say, Kyle's mornings were a lusty pornographic ritual, one that he eagerly awaited each day. Not to say that he did not enjoy the afternoons! Those were reserved for the younger blond slut - Sandra.

After satiating his lust and hunger with Emma, Kyle usually took her car and drove to the mall where Sandra worked. Her shifts usually lasted a bit longer, so they had plenty of time hang out, since there usually were not a lot customers. The bell on the door jingled sweetly as Kyle pushed it open, and he felt his heart skip a beat every time he saw Sandra behind the counter, her blue eyes lighting up at the sight of him.

"Welcome to our sex shop, do you want to purchase something?" She usually teased him, knowing full well what he was really there for. Some days Kyle would play the role of a browsing customer, "Just looking for now, but maybe I'll find something I like." But other days, he knew the service that he was looking for, "Yes, I would like a deep throat with a swallow, and maybe a slow hand job afterwards."

Her eyes would light up like a Christmas tree, and she'd whisper, "You know we only sell things on display." But after a quick look-around she'd would smile, "But I will see what I can do." Sandra was a little minx, always eager to please him. She'd make sure to close the door, so that any customer entering the store would some noise, and took him behind the counter.

As Sandra got down on her knees, her eyes were usually not leaving Kyle's. She would unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. Than she would get so close to his underwear, almost hiding from his sight under his budge. "Damn, I love unpacking your package!" she would murmur, and draw in his smell.

It did not take Kyle a lot of time to realize that she liked it when he didn't shower after leaving Emma's place. It was quite obvious that the blond dyke enjoyed the musky scent of the older woman on his cock. At times like that, she was particularly rough. The moment his meat stick was out of his pants, she took it in her mouth like she was starving. He could feel her teeth grazing his shaft as if she tried to scrape something of off him. Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, trying to get every single molecule of the MILF's scent.

Sandra's throat was like a vice grip. It felt like she was trying to suck the very essence of him out, her cheeks hollowing as she took his entire length in. Her eyes watered as she gagged on his size, but she never stopped. Kyle had to admit that she had skills. Despite being only 21, she was probably even better cocksucker than Emma. Or maybe it was just the thrill of doing it in the back of the sex shop that got her so fired up.

The presence of the sex toys around them also gave a lot of pass-time ideas for Kyle. One particularly busy afternoon, Kyle decided to spice things up a bit. He convinced Sandra to wear a vibrating egg inside her while she was at work. It was a small, inconspicuous device, but it packed a surprising punch when it came to pleasure. The remote control was in Kyle's pocket, and he had a devilish grin on his face as he turned it on.

Sandra's eyes widened slightly, and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. A faint buzz filled the air, and she knew that it was coming from between her legs. She had to focus hard not to let the customer see her squirm. Kyle leaned in, whispering, "Keep it professional," and gave her a wink.

"Is this-" Sandra suddenly gasped mid-sentence, her hand flying to her mouth as if to hold back a whimper as the customer looked on with a raised eyebrow. Kyle had cranked up the vibrations, and she could feel the egg pulsing within her, sending waves of pleasure through her core. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her composure, the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Is this all you want to buy?" Sandra managed to ask the customer, her voice shaky as the vibrations grew more intense. She could feel the egg buzzing away, sending delicious tremors through her body. Kyle nodded almost imperceptibly, the grin on his face growing wider.

The customer, a middle-aged woman, looked around and Kyle though he saw a smirk on her face, "No dear, those dildos would be enough for my hubby... For now," She got the bag from Sandra's shaking hand, and as soon as she was out of earshot, Sandra let out a low moan. She leaned against the counter, her knees buckling slightly.

"Fuck, Kyle!" She whispered, her eyes watering as she looked at him with a mix of lust and annoyance. "Could you not?"

"Could I not what?" Kyle feigned innocence, his thumb playing with the remote. "I just want to make sure you're enjoying your work, you know, for customer satisfaction."

Sandra's breath hitched as he turned the vibrations up another notch. She tried to keep her voice steady, "You're going to get me fired!"

"Oh, I don't think so," Kyle said with a smirk, "I think that lady would come again."

Once Sandra's shift was over, Kyle took her out for dinner at the mall's food court, her cheeks usually red from their little game earlier. They shared a pizza/salad/noodles/kisses, and talked about their day. Kyle mostly talked about Emma's morning surprise for him and Sandra tried to not leave a puddle of cum on the chair. After dinner, they had a little more fun in the backseat of her car, the smell of leather and gasoline mixing with the scent of their desire.

Sometime Sandra wanted him for longer and drove to her place. It was a tiny studio apartment above a tattoo parlor, but it was very nice. The bed was a sea of satin sheets and silk pillows, and the headboard was adorned with handcuffs and a blindfold. Kyle often joked that it looked like a miniature dungeon set up by a Disney princess.

Sandra usually responded with a bite on his cheek that quickly escalated into a quick struggle. At first Kyle though that he was supposed to loose these ones, so at around midnight his hands were usually tied above his head, and Sandra would sit on his face, her sweet pussy juices coating his nose and mouth. He could feel her pebbled clit grind against him, and her breath hitch as he worked his tongue, her thighs tightening around his head.

But one day (during breakfast where he explained his situation with Sandra) Emma, after having a good laugh at his predicament, suggested that he should try to struggle a bit more. That night Sandra appeared gagged, with her hands and legs bound to the bedposts, wearing a blindfold, begging Kyle to let her cum, and promising to be a good girl.

Afterwards Kyle only managed to get some couples of hours of sleep before being woken up with the best kind of alarm. His dreams had not even yet disappear and Emma's mouth was already wrapped around his cock. And this time she was not rough and angry, no. Like a good girl that she promised to be, she took it slow, making sure to lick and suck every inch of him with tender love and care. Her tongue traced every vein, her mouth sliding down his length with such ease that it was almost soothing.

It was like a warm embrace from a lover that knew exactly what you needed after a long day. He watched her, his eyes still sleepy but his cock was fully awake and ready to go. The way she looked at him with those blindfolded eyes, her blonde hair cascading around her face like a golden halo, made his heart race. But it seems, the "good girl" attitude only lasted a day, two at best, and once every couple of days, once tired of her bratty attitude, Kyle had to discipline the "good girl" back into the naughty blond slut.

Overall, "Life is good, " Kyle thought to himself as he was about to start another day of his life. He had two sluts, one young, one mature, both eager to serve his every sexual whim. But as he opened the door of his house, expecting to see the usual empty street, his heart skipped a beat. There, in the driveway, was Tom Taylor, his hands on the hips of his blue work trousers, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and anger.

"What the hell are you doing with my wife's car, kid?"