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Chapter Sixteen: Pigs

Less than twenty-four hours later, Kendall is skipping classes again to visit James. This time when he contacted her, she didn’t even complain. She just stopped what she was doing and drove straight to him. Sitting outside of her mother’s house, now his home, she doesn’t even have her books packed for the night. A part of her still wishes to attend, but she remembers how hard he fucked her last time and how good her mother’s fingers felt afterward and feels confident in her decision.

Last night had been a lesson to Kendall, who had showed up dressed like a person and not a slut. After that, she started hiding a change of clothes in her car. She keeps them in a trunk, hidden in a bag beside her spare tire and gets out to grab them after parking. Kendall changes in her car and smiles as she adjusts her top when finished. Her nipples are already hard, betraying her true feelings even as she tries to pretend at anger.

That is what frustrates her most about James. He is a violent, selfish man-child, but he is also a well-endowed stud. Eleven inches really does give him a lot of leverage for a woman like Kendall, or maybe all women in general, she realizes as she considers the harem he has amassed, and she remembers Oliver, too, and is at a loss.

Oliver meets her at the door in lingerie, his tiny dick seemingly perpetually stiff as he shows her inside. Kendall is barely into the living room before she is topless and kneeling, eating James’ asshole as he strokes himself to a gleaming erection. The immediate sight of him as hard and gleaming in his big hand snuffs whatever flames of frustration were left over. She still worries about her grades at the back of her head, but she feels comfortable in the realization that she has a higher calling to attend to.

Once erect, James laughs and moves her to his balls. Kendall suckles them readily, scrubbing her tongue with the hairs on them. The smell of strawberry lubricant mixes with the stench of his cock and balls. It is not enough to overpower his natural musk, but it does mingle, and Kendall finds that she prefers the raw scent of him far more than any other strange mixture. Cupping her head, James leaves the lubricant in her hair as he holds her in place.

She looks up at him and finds him regarding her with a crooked grin and cold, cruel eyes. “Ain’t complaining this time, are you?”

Tonguing him, sucking him, savoring him, Kendall purrs around him. “Mm-mm,” she slurps, her hands at rest against his hairy thighs. She traces her fingers in the hair with something akin to affection. Though she still hates this big man, she does genuinely enjoy moments like these with him, where she gets to enjoy his dick.

Paige, naked save for the garters, laughs beside James. “I’ve told you before, James, she’s a good slut and a quick learner.” Leaning into him, she kissed him deeply on the lips. Their tongues dance as he slips his free hand around her waist and holds her. Watching them leaves Kendall envious of her mother, not for the intimacy that the older woman shares with James, but for the experience. Kendall remembers James’ taste from when they were dating, but she has not gotten to kiss him since he came and reclaimed her. She used to hate his sloppy kissed but, now sucking his balls, she can only imagine how rich and flavorful his saliva must taste to a devoted slut like her.

Parting from James, Paige smiles down at her daughter and winks before saying, “And she does love her daddy, doesn’t she?”

“She loves my dick,” James says, moving his foot and shoving Kendall away by the chest. Kendall, drunk on him, falls backward and to the side with a whine while her mother moves, swinging her legs around and holding her ass cheeks parted as she straddles James on the couch. James moves his hands to held her, cupping her ass cheeks as he stares at Kendall on the floor. “Just like her momma,” she says, and he swats Paige across the ass for emphasis. “But don’t just lay there, slut. Get your dumb ass over here and hold my dick steady so your momma can sit on it.”

“Yes, daddy,” Kendall whispers, and she wipes her chin before climbing to her hands and knees. Kendall crawls to them, her eyes fixed on James’ towering, gleaming shaft and her mother’s parted ass cheeks.

Kendall has had James inside of her, in her own asshole, but she has yet to see him enter another person in that way. Watching her mother’s pussy stretch around James had been a revelation, and it had awakened her to new passions, new thoughts, and new desires. Tonight, Kendall looks forward to what new awakening she will find with this.

Reaching James, Kendall sits up on her knees and traces her fingers along his heavy testicles before wrapping them around his fat cock root with a coo. Her fingers do not meet around him, he is so thick, and his dark pubic hair is rough against her palms. She gives him two strokes before lifting him, awed by his weight and length, and then smiles up at him as he lowers Paige onto him.

James holds Paige by her thick bottom and guides her onto him. With his hands over hers, he forces her onto his towering shaft and fat crown. She opens for him, yielding to the intrusion of his manhood, stretching around him with an animal moan. From tip to root, James has the thickest cock either of them has ever seen. Where some men taper into their girth, James’ cock is more a ramrod that forces Paige open and holds her open all the way to the bottom.

Watching her mother stretch, mesmerized by the beauty of it, Kendall moves. She starts by kissing James’ thighs, licking the dark hair there, tasting and enjoying him, but their combined scent flows over her. Even with the strawberry lubricant mixing into the smell, Kendall can smell their raw, animal pleasure and grows drunk on it. Envying it still, wanting to enjoy it herself, she holds her daddy’s big dick by the root while cupping and hefting his balls to stare into the darkened abyss behind them.

Paige gasps as she eases herself down James. “FUCK! I forgot how thick you are!”

James, holding Paige by the ass, grins as she reaches his fat root. “And I’m even thicker than usual cause your fucking daughter is eating my asshole while I fuck you.”

Looking back, Paige finds Kendall watching her with glassy blue eyes. She has her head tilted and her hands holding James’ heavy balls. Her mouth is open as she licks James’ asshole loudly and without reservation. Stunned by it, Paige gives a laugh and whispers, “Oh, Kendall, sweetie,” before she begins riding James.

“Sorry,” Kendall moans, and she sits back, wiping her mouth as she watches her mother bounce on James in shallow strokes. Licking James’ asshole almost every day has familiarized Kendall with what it does to him. His steely rigidity and added thickness are the norm for her, but she wonders if other women—women with more self-respect than her—sometimes forget how truly massive James is. Watching Paige stretch around him, however, she doesn’t think her mother is necessarily dismayed by it so much as surprised.

Braced again James’ shoulders, Paige rides him in widening strokes, her body jiggling on each downstroke. “Don’t be sorry, baby! It hurts but…” James swats Paige across the ass, and she moans. “Oh, it hurts so fucking good!!”

Laughing, James swats Paige across the ass and listens to her moan as she takes him in four inches strokes. “Damn right it does. You love it up the ass, don’t you?”

Paige whines. “Yes!” Releasing her bottom into James’ big, rough hands, she reaches up to cup his face and stares him in the eyes. Each movement of her hips forces a whine or a whimper from her as she chews her lips, staring at him. “I love it up my ass, James. I love you!” Pulling him to her, she kisses him, and James, holding her ass, kisses back.

Kendall watches in open awe and painful envy. Less than a month ago, she loved Jackson completely. Seeing her mother with James now, she isn’t so sure it was or is love, though. Their kiss is so deep, so familiar, a kiss that they have shared countless times before, one that is eagerly given and even more eagerly received.

Using the kiss as a distraction, James begins moving Paige on him and lifting his hips to meet her thrusts. He fucks her with deep, hard ten-inch strokes now, and Paige clutches him, moaning and wailing into her mouth as a series of painful orgasms shake her entire body. Their kiss falls apart, growing sloppy and wet as Paige’s eyes go glossy and distant. She rides him, smiling, rolling her hips with expert grace, and Kendall watches as her mother’s fat bottom sways and jiggles as James spears her.

Grabbing her face in one of his big hands, James pulls Paige into a deep kiss before falling into indecent laughter. “See that, Kendall?” He swats Paige’s ass and shouts, “This is what a real slut looks like.”

Kendall, staring, nods in agreement. She is mesmerized by her mother’s beauty and astonished at the way the older woman stretches to swallow James’ full length. Their sizes seem fundamentally incompatible, but Paige manages to accommodate him despite his size. More impressive still, she looks graceful while doing it.

Holding Paige by the face with one hand, James continues to spank her with his free hand as he says, “Tell your daughter how good my dick feels, Paige!”

Moaning and drooling into his palm, Paige steals wet kisses along his fingers while breathing deeply of him. “Mm. She knows how good you feel,” she purrs, her words slurred, and James frees her face. She takes the time to kiss him again before burying her nose into his armpit and breathing him in. “But find, if that’s what you want, it’s what you get,” she says. Behind her, Kendall has started kissing James’ hairy thighs while Paige wets his balls with her pussy juices.

Paige looks over her shoulder at her mewling, subservient daughter, and laughs. “He’s stretching me so much, baby, opening me up with his massive cock. And, oh, sweetie, it’s huge. He’s huge. He’s so big that he’s ruined me for anyone else, and he tastes so good and smells so good.” Paige smiles, her body quaking as she comes on James. “Baby, you’re lucky that you get to have a big, well-hung daddy like him to fuck you. You’re lucky to have him in your life. We both are!”

Clutching James, Paige kisses him again as he crushes her quivering bottom with his powerful fingers.

“Fuck, this ass is good,” James growls. “Now, tell your daughter how I compare to your daddy. And I mean her real daddy, not the cuck that raised her.”

Paige laughs and below her feels her ass cheeks slapping along Kendall’s face as the younger woman moves closer and closer kissing James’ crotch. “Oh, baby, there’s not much to say, really. Neither really compares to you.”

Smacking her ass again, James leaves her bottom with a swollen red handprint. Paige whines, not only used to the abuse, but enjoying it as he yanks her by the hair and growls, “Tell her, slut!”

Moaning and kissing him again, this time on the cheek, Paige is nearly drooling with pleasure as he hammers up into her. “Fine,” she says, looking at Kendall again over her shoulder. Kendall is watching from below, her blue eyes fixed on her mother’s bouncing, wiggling bottom as she tastes her daddy’s thighs. “Kendall, baby, your biological father was a big loser compared to James. He was tall and strong, but he had nothing else. James is tall, and he is strong, and his dick is so, so, SO much better! He fucks me better, and he owns me better, and that’s why I’m marrying him! With his dick, he can be the proper father you and Olivia deserve!”

Flexing around James, and feeling him release her hair, Paige moans as her jiggling ass tightens. “Oh fuck, he’s getting even bigger, baby! He’s going to seed me soon. Kendall, watch! Your daddy is going to flood mommy’s asshole!”

Watching, Kendall moans in response, wishing very much to be in her mother’s place. Above her, Paige falls, gushing across James’ waist and clutching him as he comes. James moves her by her ass, and watching them, Kendall realizes that this intimacy is theirs. As a spectator, she is lucky to be there, sharing this moment with them, experiencing their primal, physical love.

James growls against her, his shaft fat and his balls tight. “Nutting!”

Paige lands heavily on James’ lap and holds there, quaking as he pumps inside of her. His orgasm triggers an orgasm for her, the largest she has had so far and one which will help her to remember the night. Normally, James gives his women so many orgasms that the pleasure often just blurs together into one extended climax. This orgasm, however, caps off a series of overwhelming, mind-shattering orgasms that had her gushing through the night, turning their lurid sex into a shared experience that none of them will forget.

Kendall comes, too, her tongue against James’ balls as her mother explodes across his crotch. The sight of herm other’s plump bottom writhing and bouncing, slapping her across the face, is one of animal purity. Staring at her mother, watching her mother’s full bottom conform to the shape of James’ thighs, Kendall realizes that this is her family now, and while it is confusing and definitely unconventional, she is happy to be a part of it. Watching her mother’s supple body quiver on the biggest, thickest dick either of them have ever seen does not disturb her anymore. It is only a cause for joy and pride.

Holding Paige by the bottom, his fingers tight into her pale flesh, James gasps as he finishes in her. Slowly, he removes his hands from her bottom and, cupping her head, he pulls her into a hard kiss. Paige smiles, meeting him first with her lips and then with her tongue. They meet like waves of the sea, like particles colliding. They moan into each other’s mouths, tasting each other, loving each other as her sticky, sweaty breasts stick to his shirt.

Without meaning to, James flexed inside of her, twitching as they kiss and Paige moans and mewls in response. “Fine fucking nut,” he says as they part, and he grins down into her smiling face. “And your slut daughter is down there kissing my balls.”

Paige flexes around him, tightening her asshole in an effort to milk him one last time. Looking over her shoulder at Kendall’s blank-faced awe, Paige smiles. “I told you, James. She loves her daddy’s dick.” Paige giggles, shaking her ass on him. “She’s a good girl. A good slut,” she says, and Kendall mirrors her mother’s smile, taking unexpected pride in her mother’s praise.

“Well, she better clean me when you’re done.”

Paige, still smiling, leans forward and kisses him on the lips. “I’m sure she will,” she purrs, and she climbs slowly from him. Though spent, James remains quite large inside of her, and with her legs shaking from climax, Paige struggles to dismount. She has to plant her feed on either side of him and lift herself off of him with a grunt to dislodge him from her tight rear. James helps her, guiding her by the hips and the ribs before helping her off the couch. Paige cups her rear and rushes away to grab a towel, leaving Kendall with his sticky, sloppy, dripping cock across her face.

Alone with her, James grins down at Kendall. “Well? My cock ain’t gonna clean itself.”

Kendall smiles back and nods, lifting him with her right hand and feeding on him. The tastes of James overpowers what Kendall can only safely assume to be the flavor of her mother’s asshole and the strawberry lubricant. Neither is so pronounced that is undoes the joy of having James in her mouth, though she would have preferred to suck him raw or straight from her mother’s pussy.

Still, Kendall is glad to clean James, particularly because she is feeling surprisingly grateful to him right now. All her life, she has wished to be close to her family but has never been this close with them before. Even as a child, her mother maintained an alcohol-induced distance. Now, they hug and kiss, and they share James’ dick like they are best friends or sisters. They are more open and honest with each other as his sluts than they have ever been without him, and watching Paige ride James has only made them feel closer. She still hates James as a person, but she has a growing fondness for him as her daddy.

Lips around him, Kendall chokes herself on him to clean him thoroughly, throating him deeply and throwing herself onto his dick. Though having come, he still has steel enough to give her trouble. She takes him to half his length before surfacing for breath. The rest of him, she cleans with lavish swipes of her tongue before sucking his pubic hairs and balls clean. The two of them finish with James slapping his cock down across Kendall’s face while she giggles and smiles.

Paige joins them laughing. She is now wearing panties with a towel wadded in them to gather James’ leaking semen. Stopping before the couch, she leans over and plants her hands on Kendall’s shoulder, using her daughter to support her weight while snatching a kiss on James’ cockhead. Together, she and Kendall lick him while smiling. “Did you have fun cleaning daddy, sweetie?”

Kendall nods, and Paige winks at her.

“Good girl,” she says, and she kissed Kendall on the cheek before moving around her to join James on the couch. James slips an arm around her, and she snuggles into him, sniffing his armpit before resting her head against his chest. “She’s a good girl, James, a real slut.”

Holding himself by the root, James slaps his dick down across Kendall’s face again and watches her shiver and moan. “Damn straight she is. Sucked your ass right off my dick.”

Paige smiles and laughs, caressing James’ chest. “She’s very good, then.” Glancing across the room, Paige eyes the clock. “And does that good girl have time to stay for supper?”

Kendall follows her mother’s gaze and, seeing the time, shrugs. She has already missed class with out late it is, but Jackson won’t be expecting her back for at least an hour.

Paige smiles. “Then go wash up and you can rub your daddy’s feet while Olivia cooks.”

“Okay,” says Kendall, and she stands. She moves through the house half-naked and is surprised by her own comfort. It feels almost like she is a teenager again, like she lives there, except this time there is no screaming child. Just James. She stares at herself in the mirror in the bathroom and sobers enough to remember Jackson waiting with the girls, struggling to attend to the needs of her children while she is off sucking her ex’s admittedly amazing dick only seconds after it was jammed into her mother’s asshole.

Her family is more like a family than ever, but the sacrifices she is making to be a part of it are profound. Drunk on James, and blind with pleasure, she often forgets, but the price is not entirely lost on her. Rinsing her face, she plans to spend the evening with them, but she feels a deep longing in her chest to run, to escape while she can, because she fears what she will lose with one family to make this family work.

Months earlier…

James changed Allyson.  By fucking her hard and giving her the sex she deserved, he freed her the obligation she owed to her own James. Becoming his slut allowed her to live honestly, without her morals or her upbringing to get in the way. Her own James—whom she has taken to calling by his last name—is not and never was worth her time, but it took eleven-and-a-half inches to show her that.

She started ignoring the lesser James. At work, she deleted text messages he sent her. At home, she avoided him completely, either pretending not to be home or pretending she was too tired to answer her door. She didn’t even waste the time to break up with him, as that would require too much effort. It suited her just fine to keep cheating on him, because there was no way he could cheat on her. She was no longer even invested in the relationship.

One day, Chambers found her outside of her apartment and met her at her door. Allyson, unsure of what to do, listened politely at first, but her gaze soon grew distant. Staring off into space, watching the dark, cold clouds gathering for a coming snow, she hardly heard him as he ranted at her.

“It’s just been a few days since we’ve hung out,” he said, though it was been closer to weeks. “And when we do talk, you always seem so distracted, it’s like you’re not even listening.” Following her gaze, Chambers leaned and tottered into her view. “Like right now.” His face withered into a frown. “It’s like I’m not even here.”

What Chambers didn’t tell her was the sounds he heard through her walls at night. Their apartments were right next door to each other, and the walls were not particularly thick. While he had trouble believing her to be a loose woman willing or capable of cheating on him, he knew well enough at least that she was losing interest. Chambers was a big man with gynecomastia. His devotion and kindness had been enough for a time, but they both knew that she was far out of his league. Whatever happened in the past month to reawaken her to that fact was what worried him most. “I’m just worried that we’re growing apart, and I’d hate to see that happen.”

Standing before her in front of her door, Chambers reached for her hand and was soundly refused. Allyson avoided eye contact, not out of guilt, but out of disinterest. She had seen his truck when she arrived but assumed she could make it to her apartment before he saw her, like she normally did. He seemed to have been waiting for her an was wasting the time she could use getting ready for James.

Allyson wore dark leggings that day, with a loose tee and a blue hoodie over it. Noen of it did well to protect her from the cold, but it was comfortable. She didn’t wear bras anymore and had to wear double layers to keep her thick nipples from showing, and even that was enough. Chambers, familiar with her body, seemed to notice her freely swinging breasts, and she hated to have him look at her like that. As far as she was concerned, she belonged to someone else.

“Listen…” She almost said his name but decided not to. He didn’t deserve it. She had another James, one worthy of her time. “I’m sorry you feel that way.” She sounded more annoyed than sorry, and when she checked her phone, she looked annoyed, too. She sighed. “I’m busy right now and need some time to myself.” Meeting his gaze briefly, she made sure that he understood how little room for argument there was. If she wanted space, then he would give it to her, and she could tell by the look on his face that he understood that. “Now, I have to go. Don’t call. Don’t knock. If I want to see you, I’ll see you.”

Chambers swallowed, and it was clear that he was unsure of how to respond. Allyson looked so cold to him, treated him with such callous indifference. He had felt her pulling away recently, but he didn’t expect this to happen. He had given up his whole life to move and live near her, to work where she worked, to be where she was. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his big body slouching. “I love you.”

Allyson checked her phone. “Thanks. Bye.” Then, unlocking her front door, she left without looking at him.

James arrived ten minutes later and entered without knocking. Allyson greeted him with a smile and showed him to the couch, seating him in his briefs with the television on as she went to fetch him a beer. She had changed into lingerie for him, something black and lacey that made her fair skin look snow soft. The garters hugged her thick thigh flesh tightly.

Once he had a beer, James had Allyson on her knees in front of him. She pushed back her coffee table and took to sniffing and sucking his toes while James flipped through the channels. It wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but she was willing to do it for him. He was clearly a man who craved power and dominance, and he had both over her with a big cock like his. If all she had to do was submit to be fucked, then she would lick every inch of him without a word of complaint.

James flipped through channels while sipping his beer until he got bored. Then, tossing the remote aside, he turned his attention to her. His manhood was already plump, impressive within his briefs, but her attention was seeing it swelling. He adjusted himself. “You ever do this kind of thing for your cuck boyfriend?”

Allyson, licking his foot, laughed. Her pale cleavage danced when she did. “Oh, God no, James. I would never do this for him, and he would know better than to ask.”

James grinned crookedly. “Yeah? Then why the fuck you doing it for me?”

Nuzzling his foot, Allyson allowed herself a purr and licked him again. She gave a flourish of her tongue that was neither asked for nor necessary, but James seemed to enjoy it. His scent was musky and his flavor strong here. It wasn’t erotic, but the joy he took in it was. She kissed him for good measure before answering. “Because you deserve it,” she said, and she kissed his foot again. “I like you more. You’re better looking than he is, stronger, more decisive, and your dick is, well, incredible. Every inch of you,” she eyed his dick and said, “Every. Inch. Is better than him. Honestly, I’d do pretty much anything just for you to fuck me again.”

Holding his foot to Allyson’s face and watching her kiss it, he laughed. Paige had been a surprise and a joy, a lucky bet which had worked out for him. Allyson had been confirmation of his suspicions. She was another test without so much danger involved, and the results were equally impressive and arousing to him. “Yeah,” he growled, and reaching down, he lowered his briefs and let his manhood fall out.

The waist band of his briefs stretched as his heavy shaft and balls weighed them down, and it looked almost like he had burst out of them. Allyson stared in awe as his thick crown hung over the edge of the couch, his dick longer and thicker than any she had ever seen before. She lacked experience, however, and knew that wasn’t enough to truly capture his enormity. It was all she had to think, however.

“Come up here and kiss my balls like you been kissing my feet, then.”

Allyson, lips pinned to his foot, smiled. “Gladly,” she purred, and she set his foot aside and moved quickly up his legs. She rested her tiny hands on his thick, hairy thighs as she moved, enjoying the rough, tangling texture of his hair and the warmth of his skin. Leaning forward, she nuzzled his dick on the way before planting a single, loving kiss on his hairy left testicle.

James’ dick had a powerful scent that was both stronger and better than his feet. Holding her lips to his testicle, she breathed him in before parting her lips to taste him. She moved between his testicles, starting with the left and then switching to the right, each of them hairy and large, and she moaned while sucking them. James tasted best here and deserved her affection. She had done this once with Chambers but, now having someone better to compare against him, knew she would never do it with him again.

While Allyson sucked his balls, James stroked himself and watched. She was slurping with her eyes closed, cooing and whining like a beach in heat. He lifted his hips, and she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Then, without speaking, she understood and yanked his briefs down so that he was could sit half-naked on her couch. Releasing his dick, he left it falls and slap down across her face as he settled, and Allyson kissed the underside of his shaft with a giggle.

“That’s one way to get my attention,” she purred.

Taking hold of him, she stroked him and kissed her way up his length. Then, at the top, she stared down his shaft, astonished by his full size. She had so very little to compare him to, but she knew that no comparison would favor another man. James was huge, and she was lucky to be at his feet, sucking his balls.

She moaned. “God, James, you’re so big!”

James grinned and lifted his beer in toast to her praise. “It’s what I’ve heard.”

Allyson giggled again, kissing his crown. “I’m sure you have,” she said, and she stroked him idly with one hand while staring at his swollen red crown. Slimy precum was gushing from him as she submitted. Allyson tried to imagine Kendall like her, submitting to him, pleasing him with her hands and mouth after kissing his feet, but she couldn’t. Kendall was beautiful and strong-willed, and it was difficult to imagine her submitting to anyone, even James.

Equally difficult was imagining Kendall leaving when James was fucking her with such a big, hard cock. Submission was the only road to take with James, because with a dick like his he didn’t make love. He didn’t have to, and in personality and praxis, he couldn’t. No woman would ever be worthy of love from a man like him. They were all pieces of fuck-meant, and maybe that is what Kendall couldn’t stand, though Allyson felt that was completely absurd.

Kissing her way down his shaft, Allyson felt certain that she could never escape James now that he had claimed her. She felt equally certain that no other woman could escape him either. In fact, she couldn’t even comprehend the notion of escape from him, as she wouldn’t view departure from him as an escape but as a loss. She buried her nose into his pubic hair and moaned, feeling nothing but want as she kissed his heavy, hairy balls.

Despite the conviction she found in James, Allyson could not ignore the disturbing irony. Kendall had made a decision entirely outside of Allyson’s understanding. She had left James, and Allyson had been there to help her do it. The betrayal which so confused and upset Allyson was the very thing which brought James into her life. It was Kendall’s very infidelity which gifted Allyson with her gleeful infidelity of her own. Except for Allyson it wasn’t escape but a rescue. James was saving her from her cuckold boyfriend who didn’t deserve her in the first place.

Kissing him, licking him, and breathing him in, Allyson held James’ fat shaft to her forehead as she stroked him. Her big breasts bounced and jiggling, slipping out of her bra. With breasts her size it was difficult to find anything that fit her right, and her lingerie was no different. Once, Allyson had went bra shopping with Kendall and had put the other woman to shame. Remembering that, she hoped James, too, could see Allyson’s clear superiority and forgive her for her past mistakes.

James, who had turned the television on while getting his tit fuck, seemed distracted by her. The liquid motion of her tits gliding along his wetted shaft was too much for him and kept stealing his focus. Soon, he was simply watching her while Allyson smiled and stroked him faster, feeling him thicken in response within her cleavage. She doesn’t know if she will ever absolve herself of her sins in his eyes, but as he approached climax in her hands, she felt certain that she would enjoy the effort of finding out.

Even as he approached climax, Allyson felt like James was in absolute control. He watched her, grunting and panting, his nostrils flaring like a beasts until he was at the edge of climax. He gave her a rope across the face, and then he smacked her hands away and stood over her, his big body swaying as he stroked himself the rest of the way.

Allyson smiled as James held her in place and unloaded on her. She held her lips apart and her tongue out, accepting him, swallowing his seed. Even his rich flavor put her boyfriend to shame as every part of him was bigger and better than any other man. When he was finished, he stuffed her mouth and let her feed on him. He moved his hips, fucking into her mouth and then removed his dick to wag it in her face. Still smiling, she stole kisses as he passed.

“Look at you,” he growled, holding her head back by the hair. “Don’t care about your boyfriend. Don’t care about your work. All you care about is my dick, isn’t it?”

“Yes, James,” she panted.

“You’re just a big-tittied cow, ain’t you?” Allyson cooed, kissing the underside of his dick until he took it from her. Then, panting, she let him pinch her nose and pin it back, exposing her nostrils while she snorted. “You like it, you fucking pig? Oink for me.”

“Oink, oink,” she grunted, cupping her sticky tits and shaking them for him.

James laughed. “You’re fucking disgusting,” he growled, and he threw her aside. Falling heavily into her couch, making it groan under his weight, he said, “Go clean up and make me supper, slut. I think I’m spending the night.”

Allyson smiled as she moved to obey, finding that being James’ slut meant more to her than being anything else to any other man ever could.