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JUDY'S SUITCASE
Judy sat in her bedroom, inventorying her pleasure suitcase of toys. Everything was present and accounted for, and she picked up her cell phone.
"Hey, girlfriend," Judy wasn't the least bit shy after Kelly had cornholed her. "What's up?"
Kelly read the caller ID and immediately recalled the night that Judy attacked her. She thought about it a lot, and it scared her; it scared and titillated her. She hadn't seen Judy for a few days and wondered what she was up to. Did she have a side deal with another partner? Was it a man or a woman? Kelly wouldn't put anything past her friend. Hadn't she attacked her in the office outside the lab and made her smack her naughty little cunt until it blew into her face like a nor' easterner? Kelly remembered how she couldn't fathom why someone wanted their pussy to be spanked, that is until she experienced it. Now, after the beating Richard had subjected her to, the thought of having her cunt slapped around thrilled her.
"Nothing. What's up with you?" Kelly wanted to invite the lesbian over to fuck her brains out but didn't want to seem too anxious. What was she going to do, ask if her friend wanted to come over and lick her cunny? That didn't seem like such a bad idea when she thought about it. How the invitation was phrased was the problem.
"Same old, same old." Judy paused, and the uncomfortable silence seemed surreal. "I was wondering if you want to go out
tonight, maybe get dinner or something." Her voice trailed off, and Kelly thought about the woman's juicy pussy; oh, they would have dinner alright; it would be a liquid diet.
"That sounds good." Kelly wanted to be more specific but held back. Maybe the escapade from the other night was an accident, and she didn't want to push it. She slipped her hand into her yoga pants and caressed her pussy. It was soaking, and she hadn't realized it.
"Good. I'll be over in a half an hour."
"Great, I'll leave the front door open." Kelly hung up the phone and headed for the shower. Judy grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door.
The call was unexpected as Richard witnessed Désirée mash Brian's face into her twat. He answered the phone out of habit. After all, it was his wife.
"Hi, Kelly. What's going on?" Richard asked out of courtesy. He tried to sound nonchalant as he watched the robot straddle his Boss's face. The fact that Robin was rubbing his cock through his trouser fabric didn't help to maintain his demeanor. As soon as Robin heard the name, she rubbed his fence post harder.
"Oh, nothing. I was just curious when you might be coming home." Visions of her husband ramming Judy's cunt with his club filled her head, and her anus and vagina spasmed in a duet. She wanted to get the job done with her Besty and didn't want to be disturbed.
"It looks like I might be late tonight, so you probably shouldn't wait up." Yeah, he was going to be late.
"Oh, that's okay. I'll find something to do." She answered a little too quickly, and Richard wondered what the
something
was. He remembered her friend Judy and what a great fuck she was. Not only could she take all of him in her mouth and cunt, but after the fisting she'd received from his wife, he had no doubt that the woman could take his entire length in her keister.
"Okay, I'll be quiet when I come home." He said, trying to be nice.
Richard hung up the phone as Robin unzipped his fly and shucked his pants like a summer corn husk. His shorts were wet, and the string of pre-cum drooled to his calf. She wanted to smear it on her flapjacks that hung loose and distended, taste it, lick it up, and see how it compared to her girl syrup; was it as good? Robin squeezed a generous blot of fluid from the end of Richard's cock. She marveled at the size of his blown-out hob-knob;
man, this fucker is bigger than my arm.
She immediately had a vision of it squeezing into her ass, and she wanted to spank her clit. She brought the glob of goo to her lips and sucked it in. It was sweet, and she definitely wanted more of the stuff. What better way to get it than from the source? She took the three-inch mushroom head and, barely forcing it into her mouth, slurped it with a force that would have made Herbert Cecil Booth proud; he invented the original vacuum cleaner. The pre-cum flowed onto her tongue, and she laved it around the giant prong, trying to suck up every drop.
Richard watched as Brian now pushed his face into the android's ass crack and attempted to flick its clit with his tongue.
"That's it, you dirty toad. Shove your nose in Désirée's asshole." The filthy talk urged Brian on as he rammed his face into the synth flesh. "Now, lick my clitty, toad, or you will never cum. Lick it good!" Brian did as he was told.
Robin was now jamming her head down onto the giant cock monster. She had somehow taken over half of Richard's donkey wang, and it stretched her throat like a used balloon. Richard watched as his assistant's neck bulged and figured,
what the fuck.
He grabbed Robin by the hair and thrust his fabulous boner into her stomach. Tears flooded from Robin's eyes, but there was no way she would stop this pecker assault. She could feel another orgasm stirring and knew the explosion wasn't far off. The assistant hoped she would cum before she passed out from asphyxiation.
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