This story takes place in a game called fallout shelter.
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"What a day!" I opened the fridge and took out a cold drink.
"Yeah. I get what you mean. Been a while since the overseer ordered us to rush." My friend said.
"Are there any new plans he's planning? I mean. Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposing him, but out storage was almost full. What could he want?" I opened my drink.
"I don't know. It's the overseer we are talking about. He's got plans all the time. And besides, I heard that the armory was expanded." She said.
"Huh? Why'd he do that? Are there some new dwellers coming? We've been there a lot, there's no need to go there again." I said confidently.
"Well. I don't know. I'm not the overseer." She laughed lightly.
"Hey! Barbara Synder! My daughter. Where are you?" My father called.
"Coming!" I said.
"See you later. Good night." My friend said.
"See ya." I waved my hand as I got up and went to my father.
"There you are. My daughter Barbara. The overseer has summoned you." My father said.
"The overseer! Really?!" I was shocked.
"My daughter grew so fast, the overseer summons her over me now. I'm so proud!" My dad hugged my mother.
"Don't act silly in front of him sweetie." My mother said.
"Don't worry. I'll go now!" I quickly entered the elevator and went to the overseers office.
"Barbara Synder. At your service!" I said.
"On time. Very well. Come over here and take the documents here on my shelf. These have the instructions of your task." The overseer said.
'He looks so handsome.' I muttered to myself.
"Your task is to install this new driller machine in the armory, I'm sure once you get familiar with it. We can make new weapons, anti mole rat weapons to be specific." He said.
"At once!" I took the papers off his desk.
"Install it after a couple of hours. Since it's six floors below the living quarters. Don't worry. I assure you no one will hear a thing." The overseer said.
"How many hours exactly sir?" I asked.
"Well. Let's see. Two hours from now. Alexander Page has been doing a good job of expanding the armory. Maybe an hour from now. Up to you." The overseer said.
"Then I shall go at once sir." I said with enthusiasm.
"That's the spirit. But if advise you go after an hour." The overseer said.
"Yes." I said.
"Well then. Thank you for giving me some of your time. Rest well." He said.
"Thank you sir." I left the overseers office and went to my room.
"Who would've thought the overseer was so hot!" I muttered to myself.
I quickly threw the clothes I had on me, and instead, I wore a the usual vault suit. I'm a pervert, so whenever I meet someone, I try to fantasize about how it would feel like if he were to fuck me.
Usually I masturbate in the clothes where I met the person, but, the overseer was a special case. I feel like it's only right to get fucked by him in my vault suit.
I slipped one finger in my pussy and it was already wet.
"Oh yeah. I used to masturbate to dad wearing this outfit." I said.
It made me feel nostalgic, so I put a second finger in at once. The pleasure felt nostalgic and fresh, but I didn't have enough of it yet.
I usually sneak out of my room and watch as dad would play with my moms body, but this time I didn't feel like it, I wanted the overseer in me this time! So I took out five separate dildos I've secretly made, they all represent the dicks I've seen. The biggest one is my dads of course.
I like watching my sisters get screwed by their husbands. And it feels great to hug them knowing where the cum smells best.
Once, my oldest sisters husband came hard on her back including her hair, and so, I complimented her "perfume" and just snuck behind her to smell. It's fun to see them blush, and it's more fun when their husbands get a hard on, I act stupid frequently and just watch how my sister deals with the situation at hand, which usually means I secured my peek for the night.
I recall once, where I reached a situation where I saw one of my sisters literally have a dick inside her. And she knows it too!
She said that it won't happen again, but I acted cool and genuinely supported the couple.