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Shaking my head, I started to sway my hips again, trying to let the  music take over, desperate to get back to my dream of Drake, but it  barely seemed to matter given that neither of the guys was watching  anymore. Instead, as Robert held Lorena's pussy lips open, Lester tasted  Lorena's cunt, causing her to squeal around his dick, her body  shivering, her pussy twitching visibly. The man was gross, but he knew  how to lick a vagina. His tongue went flat first, covering as much area  as possible, tracing every nook and cranny of my mom's darkly pink  snatch. He then contracted it into a sharp spear and tongue-fucked her  hole, moving his head in and out, jabbing it again and again into her  sensitive spot before licking and sucking her clit, loving that tender  bundle of nerves.

Just when I thought I couldn't be surprised anymore, my mom came, a low  moan emanating from down below, her breasts squashed against Les's  torso, an earthquake overtaking her body so that her pussy literally  shook itself free of the man's mouth. And I watched, astounded, as a  fountain of female ejaculate spurted over both men, hitting Lester and  Robert in the face as she orgasmed, like a lawn sprinkler gone out of  control, jetting creamy white drops everywhere.

"Awww, fuck," groaned Les, throwing his head back, neck muscles  strained, a look of ecstasy in his face. Judging from the choking sounds  emanating from his groin area, he'd just creamed into Lorena's mouth,  filling her with his cum, spurting that jism down her throat.

And the other dude erupted as well, his hand like a piston at his waist,  palming himself until his dong exploded in a shower, droplets spraying  in Lorena's hair, coating her with a sticky film of white.

"Ahhh, fuck fuck fuck!" he panted, his wrist still moving up and down  that fuckpole, the jism dripping off the tip of his dick. "Fuck!" he  said once more for good measure.

And with a sigh, the trio relaxed, all of them sated and satisfied from  the dirty encounter. My mom went limp, the tension gone from her body as  she slithered downwards, only to be cradled in Les's lap.

She smiled flirtatiously at the men, purring deep in her throat.

"Still as good as when I was eighteen, hmmm?" she said slyly.

And both men grinned like Cheshire cats.

"After that star performance, I think we can guarantee your daughter a  job, right Les?" rumbled Robert, cleaning off his dick. He shook his  snake, white droplets spattering everywhere on the floor. No wonder this  place had sticky floorboards, it probably had all sorts of sex fluid in  every nook and cranny.         

     



 

And Lester was no better. This dude literally squeezed his own ball  sacs, grunting a bit as the last drops of semen erupted from his  dickhead, pearling at the tip before dribbling to the floor, joining the  expanding pool of jizz before him.

"Yep, after that star performance, we can guarantee your daughter a job,  no problem," rumbled Les, his dick still erect despite his efforts. A  trail of white slime ran down from the tip, and Lorena swiped it lazily  with her finger, bringing it up to her mouth for a taste.

"Thank you," she smiled slyly. "I promise Cleo's just as talented as me.  Now gentlemen, shall we move to part two? You know I haven't taken you  inside yet," she purred, teasingly stroking Robert's cock with one hand  while reaching for Lester's shaft with her other.

Holy shit, there was a part two? Where the dudes would put their shafts  in my mom's tight cunt? Evidently so because my mom seized Robert's cock  in her mouth again, her cunny trembling as Les shoved two fingers  inside, making her squeal and squirm. Holy shit! I needed to get out of  here, and I ran to the coat check, seizing my jacket before stumbling  outside. Where was Drake? my heart cried. I needed my Daddy now, more  than ever.





CHAPTER TEN


Drake




I haven't seen Cleo in ages. She disappeared after that "girls' night out" with Lorena and never came back.

The morning after, I'd expected to wake and find Cleo snuggled against  me, hopefully nude, willing and wet, the way I loved my little girl. But  instead I'd woken up alone, stumbling downstairs to find Lorena waiting  for me, slinkily sexy in a silk robe.

"Where's Cleo?" I ground out. At this point, I still had no idea that Lorena knew everything.

"She's in the city," said Lorena airily, sliding a plate of scrambled  eggs and bacon before me. Now I knew this was a trap. Lorena never cooks  because we have a personal chef and yet she'd gotten up early to put  something on the grill.

"What do you mean, in the city? She has school on Monday and needs to  study," I ground out. "Cleo's going to college and needs to make a last  ditch effort to bring up her grades." Both of us knew that our daughter  was terrible at academics but my connections could probably get her into  some small private college. When you have unlimited funds, even the  most elite, snobbish schools throw open their doors.

Plus, I'd been doing some planning of my own. I was seriously  contemplating buying a condo near wherever she matriculated. Hey, if I  wanted to see my little girl, what was wrong with having a love nest  nearby where I could fuck that little pussy to my heart's content?

But Lorena rudely interrupted my reverie.

"Oh college," she sighed, waving her hands vaguely. "Cleo's decided not  to go. We stopped by a modeling agency in the city and they loved her  Drake! They signed her immediately and she's boarding with some other  girls until she gets her first job. Just wait," bragged Lorena. "You'll  see her face in all the magazines!"

I frowned. Okay, my little step was definitely beautiful enough to  model, but I thought fashion types were six feet tall and thin as whips.  My little girl was about five four, and luscious everywhere  …   especially in the places that mattered.

"There's a revolution going on in the fashion industry," rushed Lorena.  "They like girls with personalities even if they're not skinny and Cleo  was the perfect fit, just so photogenic with that glorious hair. You  know," she added helpfully, "redheads are especially in demand right  now."

I didn't keep up with fashion but it sounded right. I mean, those tall  thin girls weren't sexy, all bony elbows and knobby knees, and I was  already completely head over heels with my curvy nymphet. If I found her  irresistible, why wouldn't the world?

"Don't worry, Cleo will be home to visit soon," said Lorena soothingly.  "Now my love, why don't we talk about finances? I need a little more,  ten thousand a month just isn't enough," she pouted. "There are so many  things I need to pay for, the landscaping, our pool cleaners  … "         

     



 

I sighed. I knew she was fucking the pool boy Carlos but I didn't give a  shit. Lorena could do whatever she wanted now that I had Cleo's curvy  red pussy wrapped around my cock each night, she was no match for that  teen twat, its tight, willing, wet warmth. In fact, now whenever I  looked at my wife, I just wanted her gone. Shit, that ugly pool dude was  doing me a favor keeping her out of my hair. With a grunt, I got out my  checkbook.

"Fifteen thousand enough?" I rumbled.

"Make it twenty," Lorena purred, and I silently made out the check, tearing it out and handing it to her.

"Thank you my love, I'll make sure Cleo gets part of this as her  spending money," she said. "Now eat your eggs and behave," she scolded  teasingly.

Glumly, I turned back to my breakfast. It was cold and soggy now, but  when my stepdaughter came back  …  I had visions of slipping eggs into her  pussy, scrambled and whole, those lips stretching elastically, her  juices lubing the way. The thought made me perk up, and I chewed with  more enthusiasm.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Cleo




Two weeks later  …

I miss my Daddy. I'm a star dancer here at the Donkey Club, but I still  think back to Drake sometimes  …  that incredible build, the Crest-white  smile, the massive shaft. We'd only had two weeks together before my mom  whisked me off to the club, but the memories of that time haunted me  still.

I'd wanted to come home after one week.

"Mom," I said patiently into the phone. "I've learned all the basics of  dancing, in fact management lets me get up on center stage now, even  when the place is packed." I didn't add that Robert and Lester had made  multiple passes at me, all of which I'd rebuffed.

"Honey," my mom's voice trailed. "That's not the elite level. You know  the best girls at the Donkey Club don't just dance  …  they fuck," she  said conspiratorially. "The fees are astronomical baby, try to be  selected for the Donkey Service."

My head was whirling. My mom wanted me to become a whore? It was enough  that she'd already put me in this strip club, where I took off my  clothes each night for money. I mean, it's not what most women encourage  their eighteen year-old daughters to do, but I get it, this was  Lorena's line of work, and mothers sometimes want their daughters to  follow in their footsteps.