morning stretches

Markus never had more trouble getting out of bed, than today, peeling himself away from his catholic cat-girl /double cheeked up bed-warmer. Her plea for him to 'please-please don't go' was so adorable that he had to muffle it by fucking her mouth for the few seconds it took to twist the cardboard and send her off.

The slap his dick made bouncing back to his stomach was still something to adjust to, but he could still feel her spit on him; meaning it didn't filter out any fluids, including what he had pumped into her. He smiled alone in his room filled with the stench of sex, after grooming himself a bit, he had a light breakfast and went to his shower. Before he could turn it on, he was already, it seemed the easy access the pen gave had compromised his impulse control a bit.

The excuse that he was still experimenting worked well, and he added that the shower would be a perfect place, hygienically speaking, for him to test how long a gate can last on its own. He told himself he was definitely in control as he made two gates for two gyats at once; taking inspiration from a couple fat-assed gaming babes that blew up from their game and onto sfm pornos. He'd swear that his ass focus was merely the pen's fault; blaming its limits for feeding into his antisocial tastes, which weren't misogynistic as he just preferred women reduced to mere holes.

He set the shower on cold for a few minutes and tore up their body suits of the two babes, letting him see both of their bare asses shiver.

Markus bore no hate in his heart, but reasons could be made up simply; so he asked himself who he'd hate more french whores or british sluts. It was easy to pick the contract killer of the two to exercise his authority against, so spanking her purple ass felt deserved, yet the happy-go-lucky rescue worker's ass was still there too.

They both jiggled well and responded as openly to contact as all the rest. The purple one bent her hips up with poise as she locked her knees; showing off, and the orange-suited pale girl was obsessed with speed, given how she shook herself. Having two girls at once was surely a new experience for Markus, the difference in personality, thickness, and behavior was already overwhelming enough to drool at merely this stage.

He went to fingering the femme fatale's asshole with a rough three fingers and rubbing along the lips of the spunky heroine. Their wetness made him know the sniper was rightly a masochist for her punishment, and he should disregard the girl soaking his hand as being a lesbian. He lined up his shot, took aim, and pushed his cock down the exotically colored ass, making it squirm despite the owner's seductive dignity.

Her remaining tights slipped over his hands as he tightly gripped and used her like a toy to bounce against him as she needlessly gyrated herself around for cheeks to make marvelously wide ovals that bumbled around as he was stretching out her colon. She could barely stand being balls deep from his rough treatment, but she took the message to stay there as he pulled her and gave her just a few more smacks, her ass tightly clenching itself in response. Markus pulled back and slammed all the way back in; stunning her shy of two tight clenches she made in a tamed response for more. This frenchy was already getting the manners he wanted; casting her in his head as his french maid slut, that he was practicing using as he roughly took her ass.

Eventually he lost control after a few too many *plaps* into her purple majesty, that made even this black-widow go mad as she came to the feeling of him pumping her ass full. Somewhat embarrassed, he cared to the brunette with his hands, shaking and groping the fat freckled ass until he was back to hardness; smacking the ass-sweat ridden pecker onto her cheeks to introduce the lesbian to the full disclosure of the cock she'd been shaking for.

She received a delicate slide into her pussy, that barely lasted a few dozen thrust, before the ass that she was shaking so energetically fast became a bigger target as his brain tried tracking her freckles. The wetness of cunt-juice was unfortunately the only lube she'd be getting as she received the kindness of another slow entry; which she knew she didn't deserve for giving up her gold star status and infidelity with her girlfriend. She'd nervously fall all over her manners and try insisting on rougher treatment with her ass again and again; until his crown was far enough from her rim and she was grinding down on her greed for more.

The pressure reverberating around his cock, stopped being from a heroine he liked, but a cheap butt-slut; that his lower drives pressed deep into before grabbing on and yanking her back and forth. The masculine feeling of a firm grip using her, got her cunt the wettest it had ever been. He felt her shake fast in his grip, so he gave her a few smacks that unintentionally gave her the punishment she craved for such betrayal.

Corrupting a pure gal with his dick felt just as gratifying as breaking down a wicked bitch, yet in its own completely separate way. The sound of cheeks clapping and the sensation of holes on cock filled his bathroom like a new norm; the only difference being the pleasure he felt mentally as he exhausted both girls for his pleasure physically.

The fast slut could take dick like any hetero-woman, given how she shook her hips at the sensation of being filled with cum. Markus wondered about the pen's selection criteria, 'bitches just like he asked, and circumstances primed for them to be so consenting?'.

He held onto that shower thought, getting cleaned up and smacking their asses a bit for fun, before heading to work to see how he could continue this new trend.