Disclaimer
All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, fellatio, cunnilingus, exaggerated volumes of male and female ejaculate, distended abdomens, vaginal penetration, mature female younger male, interracial sex, being put on display, being filmed, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This literary work is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please...enjoy yourself.
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♫ Previously on Slut Son ♫
At Evita's Juarez's invitation, Simon Memphis accompanied his neighbor back to her house and met two of her closest friends: Michelle Lewe the strawberry-blonde beauty, and Solenne Garcia the curvy Latina. The three eighteen-year-olds had previously conspired to hold a contest comprising of three rounds: oral, vaginal, and anal, and would determine a size-queen champion. Michelle came out strong and dominated the oral round by turning her throat into the perfect cock-sleeve. Emboldened not to be outdone, Evita and Solenne stepped up their efforts in round two, but only Evita could take the sum of Simon's length into her tight pussy. Down, but not out, Solenne steadied her resolve and took the monstrous cock deep into her ass. A tidal wave of ejaculate had Solenne bursting with cum before collapsing and winning round three. Hunting season is not yet over for the young buck, and another hunter is ready to make her move.
Chapter 13 - Nue Suites
"
Mmmmmmm.
" A short, muscular woman with half-lidded eyes moaned over and over in her office chair. Her light yellow tee had been rolled just under sports bra, revealing a defined and chiseled six-pack. She was slumped down in her seat--which was entirely usual for her--with her head leaning as far back as the support would allow, and her arms draped over the armrests. "Normally, I hate being a manager. Most of my time is spent putting out fires, or dealing with bullshit. But this, if this is one of the perks? I could get used to this."
To anyone passing by the dimly illuminated office of the Inventory and Shipping manager, it would have appeared that Kelli Colonel was talking to no one in particular. Her left hand was braced against the edge of her desk, and her right was hidden underneath and remained busy with some unknown activity. Only two parties were privy to what was happening to a very satisfied supervisor.
Sluuuuurp. Sluuuuurp. Gulp.
"You really are a total slut for pussy, aren't you?" Kelli asked in a self-assured bragging tone. "Kiss my hard clit if 'yes'."
Kiss. Kiss. Smack. Lick.
Beneath Kelli's broad wood paneled desk, nested between her thick solid thighs, was her most trusted and hardest working subordinate, Simon Memphis.
For as long as Kelli had known Simon, she had never seen him as more than a
regular guy
. He had normal interests, and normal interactions with people, but when it came to women he suffered from a lack of opportunities and confidence. Only recently, did Simon seem different to Kelli. He was almost always inundated with women's attention. Surprise visitors would show up asking for him. He would take long lunches and leave campus, only to return disheveled and reeking of sweat and various odors.
Suspicions grew, and Kelli had found herself inexplicably drawn and attracted to Simon. Her request for Simon to join her rucksack event was genuinely an innocent one, but as time went on, all she could think about was seeing Simon's ripped nearly nude body glistening in the sun from sweat and sun oil. Her need began to consume her, and without forethought or planning, she entered Simon's stall at the public showers and seduced him on the spot.
There, on the private beach, Kelli met an entirely different Simon. One who's obsession with pussy, and pussy cum, ruled all thought and rationale. A Simon, who actively wanted to be covered in pussy squirt, to jerk off to it, to smell of a woman's sex. And all Kelli had to do was to offer her tight bare pussy to her young employee, and he would service her like she was the only source of sustenance in the dry desert. Any time, anywhere.
"
Mmmm
, you really are a girl's dream." Kelli spoke softly, her eyes remained closed. "The third time today. I don't think I can go fifteen minutes without your tongue on me."
Sluuurp. Sluuurp.
"You taste so good. I can't resist." Simon confessed. Every time he pulled away, strands of stringy viscous fluids stretched between his saturated mouth and Kelli's dripping pussy.
"
Mmmmmmm
, any time you want, big boy." Kelli cooed as she shifted in her chair and slumped downward even further until she was practically laying down. "I think I wanna try taking your cock again. What am I up to? Six inches?"
"
Mmm-hmm
." Simon acknowledged. "As much as you want, my herculean goddess."
"
Ha ha!
" Kelli burst out in a throaty laugh. "Because of you, I get so turned on whenever I work out. Every time I flex my abs, or run my fingers over my toned muscles, I think about when you covered them in your thick manly cum." That memory excited Simon as well, and he began to put more and more pressure around her throbbing pink bud. "Maybe I should ask you to dump a fresh load on me before my next workout?"
"
Slurp. Slurp.
Only if you cover me in your cunt honey before mine." Simon fired back.
Riiiiiiiinnnng. Riiiiiiiinnnng. Riiiiiiiinnnng.
Both muscle-bound cum addicts jumped in their respective skins as Kelli's phone rang abruptly.
"Oh what the fuck. Knew I should have just put up my 'out-of-office'." Kelli gested. After steadying her breathing, she answered. "Hello, shipping." A mature voice exchanged a greeting over the receiver. "Chanté! From your ivory tower." Kelli replied, really for Simon's benefit. "What can I do for you?"
"I've been trying to get a hold of one of your workers, Simon. I tried his extension several times, called the loading bay, but I still can't reach him." Chanté explained rather calmly.
Kelli grimaced as she answered, "I sent him out this morning on a delivery to one of our satellite locations. They've begun shipping their housewares here because it's cheaper, I guess."
"When he returns, can you send him to the highrise ocean view suites? Room 991. As soon as possible please." Chanté requested in a polite yet very direct tone.
"Sure." Kelli replied passively. "I expect him back any minute. I'll let him know."
Click.
"
Siiiiiiiigh.
Look alive, stud. You actually have to work today." Kelli informed Simon as she sat up and rolled down her shirt. "Promotions needs you, oceanside, 991."
"What for?" Simon wondered.
"I don't know, Chanté wouldn't say. But they're doing a ton of renovations up there, so I bet she either wants you to pick something up, or make a delivery."
***
'Damn. Place looks pretty good.'
Simon thought as he looked around the luxury suites.
Simon had heard one the rooms were being renovated and was surprised to find even the hallways had been completely redesigned. White crown molding accented gold walls, and commissioned paintings lined the hallways with the occasional plant or sculpture. The flooring, meant for barefoot patrons, was soft and comfortable underneath Simon's thick soled work shoes. And satisfying his curious nature, some of the double-doors to the luxury rooms were open, which allowed Simon to poke his head in and get a private preview of the amenities the resort installed for their most exclusive clientele.
'Wow. It's like a full on apartment in there. Only, better than an apartment.'
Simon reasoned. Coastal properties were always expensive, even one-bedroom units were still a bit beyond his price range. '
Enough wishful thinking. Let's see...985...987...989...ah! 991.'
Knock. Knock.
Simon rapped his knuckles against the solid white doors of his destination.
"Hello? It's Simon. From shipping." Simon announced himself.
"It's open! Come in!" A voice called out from behind the doors.
Simon stepped inside and,
'not what I was thinking,'
he paused. Throughout the living quarters, Chanté had set up several cameras all surrounded by several lights, and various deflectors and diffusers.
"Ah! Simon. Thank you for coming so quickly."
"Yeah, sure. No problem. What's going on here?" Simon was a little taken back by Chanté's "dressed down" attire. Normally, she was the pinnacle of feminine and professional cultivation and taste, but for this impromptu meeting, she looked quite different. White flats allowed her to move around comfortably, her toned legs were wrapped tightly in black leggings, and her impressive bust stressed the neckline of her simple dark brown t-shirt. Her jet-black hair, normally relaxed and hanging down to her ribs, looked rather hastily tied in a messy bun atop her head. However, her signature blue eye shadow and rose-colored lipstick were still present.
"We are trying to roll out our ad campaign for our new luxury complex, but there's a bit of a time crunch. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this myself." Chanté spoke quickly and remained busy staging a few more areas in the suite. She opened the balcony curtains, arranged pillows on the couches, and turned on the ceiling fans. "I had this idea that I thought you would be perfect for. I want to showcase a rather handsome young model enjoying the furnishings and comforts."
"Oh!" Simon replied rather surprised. "I appreciate that. I'm happy to help but I'm not really a model." Simon then looked off into the distance; lost in some awful thought.
'Unless you count my mother filming me, which I'm guessing she wouldn't.'
"Oh this will be really easy. All you have to do is follow my direction, and you'll have a blast." Chanté assured her nervous guest. "If you don't mind, you look a little disheveled. No offense. The guest bathroom is all ready to go. Take a quick shower and grab one of the robes please."
***
It took Simon just as long to turn the shower water off with the LCD panel as he did setting up the perfect shower. A touchscreen UI to customize something like a shower still seemed foreign, and unnecessary, to him. Still dripping with water, he exited the shower area--which was as large as some bathrooms--and grabbed a towel hanging on the railing.
