Ascending Lauren Ch. 25

SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP!

Twice Santiago's hand struck both breasts, the sting catching the stripper off guard. She cried out in surprise, even though she knew it was coming. The clan leader liked his sex dominant and rough.

"OHHH YESSSS!"

The next strike was a backhand to the cheek.

"FUCKING WHORE!"

Charlie's concern for Chloe's safety briefly jarred him out of the suspended state he'd placed himself in. He took a step forward but then stopped when he realized she was not at all in danger.

"Is that all you got?" the young escort scoffed, then spit on the man. "I've had better Latinos in Little Havana."

Enraged by the audacity, Santiago pushed his suit trousers to the floor and kicked them away. Throbbing cock in one hand, he stepped forward, the other holding a swing chain for balance. Layla bent over, condom in hand, and rolled it with care over the length of his shaft. With a gritty sneer, he lifted what little flap of a skirt there was and, without regard to any pain it might inflict, forcefully shoved his rigid dick into Chloe's wet and eager pussy.

Bleating with pleasure, she took the onslaught as the crime boss brutally fucked her, each deep and powerful stroke sending toe-curling shockwaves of exhilaration coursing through her body, inner walls gripping and clenching around the molten steel.

"OH GOD, YES! Fuck me like the dirty bitch I am!"

As tears of shock ran down Charlie's cheeks, mesmerized by the level of carnal depravity his girlfriend showed an immense propensity for, he did the only thing his conflicted mind allowed him to do, and that was to step up and join the other men in the room. Shouldering himself into place, he lowered his shorts' zipper and pushed his briefs aside. Seconds later, he was jerking off like the rest of them.

Fap, fap, fap.

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Corey's eyes were transfixed on the scene in front of him. He couldn't help it. He was immobilized watching Zane, his best friend, godfather to the woman he was now eating out, bury his face between his little girl's splayed thighs. In that moment, Caroline's christening, first day of kindergarten, and high school graduation seemed a lifetime away. Between her moans and his wife being fucked to oblivion mere feet away, poor Corey's senses were on overload as he beat off.

"Fuck YESSSS!" the younger woman cried out, squirming as Zane's hands cupped her ass. She arched her back and twisted her hips while pulling frantically at hard nipples. Every so often he would change position and Corey could see the tip of his tongue entering his daughter's snatch and the glistening wetness of her butterfly.

I'm going to hell for this, the abhorrent father thought while his dick slipped through his fingers. I just know it. 

Zane's lips were locked onto Caroline's labia flaps, his tongue delving deep into the pinkness of her canal. He expertly explored every inch, occasionally flicking and teasing her sensitive clit. His mouth was a master at its craft, employing a mixture of soft licks and forceful sucks that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Caroline couldn't help but writhe beneath him, her moans escaping in throaty bursts. Fingers tangled in his hair, and she urged him to continue his oral assault.

"Don't stop, baby. I need you...just like that...just like that. Show me how much you crave my pussy."

When Zane looked up from his goddaughter's vagina and saw her father, his longtime friend, jerking off, the mechanic knew he too had crossed over to the other side, sucked into Lauren and Corey's licentious and arguably despicable new life. But that didn't keep him from digging deeper into that pink slit as copious amounts of juice poured from the pretty little gash.

"I'm close," Caroline mewled. "God, I'm so close."

Tongue lapping faster now, it flicked rapidly against her clit with a feather-light touch. Every little movement was sending the ravenous youngster into a frenzy of pleasure. Corey watched as Caroline's hips bucked against Zane's face.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" she caterwauled, "Make me cum!"

Coming up for air briefly, Zane inhaled, then grabbed her ass even harder and pulled her cunt to his mouth, alternating between swirling circles around her clit and quick, teasing flicks. His lips closed around her swollen bud, sucking gently and sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through Caroline's body.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"

Corey's eyes locked onto his daughter's tensed muscles, a clear sign that her body was on the brink of orgasm. Her breathless gasps filled the room as her hips ground against Zane's face, a desperate plea for release. And then, in a sudden surge of ecstasy, Caroline's body arched off the bed, her back bowing as a primal moan erupted from her throat.

"Cumming!" she cried out, "I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming!"

With an unholy look of want, Corey paused masturbating briefly to keep from blowing. Shame took him by the shoulders and tried to shake some sense into him. But he was having none of that.

Fap, fap, fap. 

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"Take my cock, you worthless cum dump!"

A cacophony of moans rose from the circle surrounding the swing. It swayed from Santiago's tireless pounding. Flesh against flesh echoed throughout the playroom as Chloe met each thrust with equal force, lips curling up into a fiendish jeer.

"Give it to me, baby, show these guys how a real man fucks."

"Goddamn right, cunt," the mobster shouted back, eyes gazing down on his favorite whore, the one who understood his need for dominance, the one who 'got him'.

"Fuck her, Santiago. Make her scream," Layla shouted.

The two bodies sustained a ferocious rhythm as they collided.

SLAP! SLAP!

Strikes to Chloe's breasts continued, not only from her psychotic client but his naked secretary as well.

"Pretty little tramp, pretty little tramp," Layla repeated, over and over, an unhinged laughter that was as unnatural as it was hot. Quite by accident, Chloe looked over and locked eyes with Charlie's, her expression telling the tale. She was in full slut mode and loving every second of it as she earned her pay. There was no remorse, no apologies in those bright green eyes. Just unfettered lust and a love of everything carnal.

"Harder...faster," she begged for it, "breed me!"

Fap, fap, fap.

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"Who be pounding this sweet little pussy of yours?" DeAndre growled, looking up at the mature wife riding his cock.

"Dee...DeAndre."

The sweaty black man smacked her ass. "Who?"

Lauren's eyes met his, lust and surrender bubbling as she quickly understood.

"Daddy," Lauren sighed, clutching at his pecs.

The first strike to the breasts came quickly. Smack! Smack!

"WHO?"

"Daa-deeeeeee," she squealed, her small tits recoiling.

"That's, right, bitch. I'm your Daddy now."

DeAndre's hips surged forward with unprecedented force, driving his pulsating cock deeper into her depths. Corey's mouth dropped as Lauren's moans grew louder, more desperate, her lips begging for it. Beneath them, the Airbnb bed squeaked and protested, struggling to withstand the intensity.

"Harder, Daddy! Give it to me like the fucking whore I am!" she pleaded, grinding her pelvis into his.

Nearby, Caroline was watching with great interest as her father masturbated. It was getting weirder by the minute.

"See that? Mom's finally getting the real deal. A cock that can actually satisfy her. It seems you've lost your touch, Daddy. IF you even ever had it."

Corey grunted and lurched as Lauren's hair flew, DeAndre driving his steel upward into her dripping cunt.

"But you keep on trying, don't you? How'd she ever put up with that little thing? Oh, I can see the envy in your eyes, Daddy. Another man doing what you've never been able to do. Pity."

Fap, fap, fap.

Caroline was shocked at her own words. Normally, she would never think of being mean to him in any other context. He was her father, after all. But circumstances were different now. Dad wanted, no...craved this, the corporeality of body, mind, and soul demanding belittling and humiliation. Who was she to deprive him of depravity?

"Hard to believe I came out of that little worm. You'll be lucky if you ever get it in her again. Not that she'd feel you."

A grimace painted Corey's face as he beat off, a desperation to cum welling up inside. Gripping his dick tightly, he was hit by both his daughter's cruel words and his wife screaming another man's name. He deserved it. He deserved it all.

Strokes came fast and rough, his brain processing the visual and aural data, bringing them together as one does salt and pepper.

Lauren...riding...black...cock.

Caroline...teasing...my...manhood.

His fingers slid up and down the length of his underwhelming shaft, the friction causing rub burns where he gripped too tight. Face contorted with pleasure and torment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Corey's lips parted to gasp. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he tried to keep from cumming.

Not yet.

Please...

Not yet.

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Santiago's grip tightened on the chains of the swing as Chloe wrapped her legs around his hips, her ass firmly planted in its seat. From the waist up, the mobster was still in a dress shirt, tie, and vest. Below, he was mercifully fucking the whore's ever-loosening cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both.

The young girl stared into his eyes, a sneer forming as she took the onslaught.

"Fuck me, you bastard, fuck my hole into next Sunday!"

With one final push, Santiago shook, roared, and came into the condom, the heat of the redhead's pussy almost excruciating through the latex. Pulling out, he stumbled back and grabbed Layla by the hair. After giving her a deep kiss, he pushed the brunette to her knees, his cock bobbing like a diving board. Sensing her duty to clean up, she grabbed his shaft, eyeing the reservoir which was now weighted by a tablespoon or more of semen. Without batting an eye, the seductive assistant pulled off the rubber and immediately engulfed the still-hard tool with her lips, mouth, and tongue vacuuming up any remaining remnants.

Back in the swing, Chloe glanced around, looking each of the other men in the eye.

"Well, boys, who's next?"

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"Do me, Daddy!" Lauren yelled, bouncing on DeAndre's cock, hair flying wildly.

The black man chuckled and looked at Caroline. "Your momma fuck like you!"

Seeing Zane sitting at the end of the bed, dick in hand, he beckoned for the biker to join in.

"Come here, bro," DeAndre motioned him closer, "Let's stuff this bitch."

His huge hands stopped Lauren's hips in their tracks. Pulling them up while still keeping himself firmly lodged inside her, he spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing a tight, puckered hole.

A strange sense of dread came over the older woman.

"Wha...noooooo," she fretted, shaking her head.

DeAndre put a finger to his lips. "Hush now. You gonna love it."

Even Zane was a bit hesitant, for several reasons. One, he had never done what was being suggested. In all his worldly experiences, a DP had not been in the offering. Two, he wasn't young anymore. Neither was Lauren. The pornos made it look easy, but he suspected it was not. Definitely a young person's thing. Still, the sight of Lauren's brown starfish on display made his hard cock even harder. Slowly, he knee-walked across the mattress to where the couple lay. Caroline followed.

"I don't know," Lauren protested feebly. It wasn't anal she was unsure about. It was taking two cocks at the same time. This was uncharted territory.

"You'll be fine, Mom. The feeling is incredible."

"You?"

"Yes," her daughter assured her. "Several times."

Nodding, Lauren lowered her head and waited. With DeAndre's thick pole in her, it's all she could do.

Zane drew closer. Knowing she was okay with it, he felt better. Rising carefully from his knees to a half-standing position, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Placing both hands on Lauren's back for balance, the mechanic looked down to see the head of his dick knocking on her back door.

Caroline snickered, her eyes locked on her godfather's throbbing cock. "Seems like you could use a helping hand," she purred. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat against her palm.

Using her throat to summon a generous amount of saliva, she spat on his dick, smearing the slippery mucous along his rippled skin, ensuring every inch was slick and ready.

Placing her hand on the small of Zane's back, Caroline exerted gentle pressure, coaxing him forward. Slowly, deliberately, she guided the swollen head towards her mother's tight, star-shaped entrance. "Take it easy now," she whispered.

Trying to remain upright, Zane did small stuttering steps on the mattress, like the fast feet exercises football players go through for agility. Leaning over Lauren, he caressed her back as he began to ease in.

"You okay?"

With a firm grip on her hips, he positioned himself and guided the tip of his hard cock toward the tight entrance of her asshole. A low, guttural sound escaped Lauren's lips as Zane's cock breached the unyielding ring of her anus. She gasped, feeling a mix of pleasure and a mild ache as he slowly pushed deeper. The throb sent shivers of ecstasy through her body, mingling with her own racing heartbeat.

Zane's hips rocked forward, inch by inch, as he buried himself deeper inside Lauren. At first, the sensation was overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurred together. The tightness of her sphincter clung to Zane's thick shaft, gripping it tightly as Lauren adjusted to the intrusion. Designed for exits only, it wasn't a natural thing, and her body tensed as her muscles fought against the invasion. But with each gentle nudge, the biker was able to work his cock, stretching her rectum until all resistance disappeared.

Gripping Lauren's hips as he increased the pace, Zane's pushes became more forceful. The combined sensations of their cocks moving inside her sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. It was an intoxicating blend of agony, elation, and pure sex.

DeAndre's moans mingled with the older man's, their voices loud and boisterous. The thin barrier between them allowed each to feel the other's every movement, every shift of their cocks while moving within her.

"I told you you'd like two dicks," Caroline smiled. "Such a dirty slut."

Lauren's mind exploded, her body trembling like a major earthquake. The sensation of taking two big dicks was like a wild ride through heaven and hell, all rolled into one. It was next-level shit that she'd never experienced before. Her pussy, already reddened and wet, clenched the black man's thick cock, the ridges and veins rubbing against her walls. And with Zane behind her, crouching in a crablike stance and steadily ramming into her ass, it felt like pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, yeah! Take it, baby," DeAndre grunted. "FUCK!"

"You're doing great, Mom," Caroline comforted her mother.

The ironworker's hands struck both of Lauren's breasts.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Ow!"

Corey gasped, cock in hand. Suddenly Caroline's head popped up from the other side of her naked mom.

"Oh, you little pervert. You like that do yah, Daddy?" Caroline teased, puffing those long black bangs from her face. "Hearing your slut wife being used up?"

Corey tore his eyes from his daughter's face to his wife's. Lauren's eyes were rolling back in her head as she gurgled with delight. She had no idea he was mere feet away.

"This is what she needs now, Daddy. MORE cock, BIG cock, ANYTHING BUT YOUR SHRIVELED PECKER."

Corey's hand gripped his fleshy appendage harder, doubling down on brisk strokes, face beginning to contort as his own release became imminent. His daughter's words were cruel but truthful.

This was just a wet dream! It had to be, right? This was too twisted not to be. Surely a piece of undercooked potato. 

Fap, fap, fap.

As Zane's dick slid in and out of Lauren's tight asshole, the friction, the tightness, the way his balls collided with DeAndre's shaft, intensified every sensation. The mechanic wasn't gay by any means, but there was just something about the whole scene that was off-the-chain.

"Take it, slut," Picardo growled. Like her husband, he knew how much she liked to be degraded. "Take it all."

"Yes, yes, oh YES! Fuck my asshole, baby, FUCK IT RAW!"

Zane's hands came down on her buttocks. SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP! DeAndre added a backhand to her face, striking each cheek. Tears began flowing down Lauren's face.

"You okay?" Zane asked again.

"Yes, yes! Don't stop, DON'T YOU DARE STOP!" she cried at the top of her lungs.

As the three bodies moved in perfect sync, each man worked together to maintain a firm grip on Lauren's pelvis, making sure she didn't endure too much pain. Zane, positioned behind her, guided her movements with a gentle hand as he repeatedly pushed into her tight brown hole. Meanwhile, DeAndre held her tired legs upright, gripping her toned thighs tightly as he plunged upward into her dripping wet pussy. They didn't rush, everything they did was slow and deliberate. The last thing they wanted was a trip to the emergency room.

"Take it, babe. You're doing so fuckin' good," Zane grunted, his voice filled with praise.

Lauren moaned in response, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. The pressure from Zane's cock in her ass and DeAndre's relentless pounding in her pussy sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She was completely at their mercy, a willing participant in a filthy fuck fest.

DeAndre's grip on her thighs tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust harder and deeper. His hips slapped against her ass, creating a deliciously dirty rhythm that echoed through the room.

"Damn, your pussy's fly, slut," DeAndre groaned, panting.

Lauren's head lolled back, her hair cascading down her back as she surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure. Her makeup was smudged, giving her a sultry, fucked-out look that only served to punctuate her attitude. Sweat coated her body, glistening in the dim light of the room.

Zane's hand moved from Lauren's hip to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He guided her movements, ensuring that each stab was perfectly timed and delivered with just the right amount of force.

"Fuck, yeah. Ride that dick, baby," Zane growled, his voice filled with lust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, the wet slapping noises of their bodies colliding, and the intoxicating scent of sex. They were lost in their own little world of pleasure, pushing each other to cum. Lauren's legs quivered, her muscles screaming with a mixture of pleasure and fatigue. But she pushed through, determined to ride it out. As the biker continued pounding into Lauren's tight asshole, a lewd, wet farting sound filled the room. One by one, nostrils flared as the unmistakable odor of feculence wafted through the air.

"Goddamn, girl, see? You getting' after it!" DeAndre chuckled.

The scent of raw, primal lust along with the musky aroma of anal sex and the tang of semen push them over the edge. Then, without warning, a surge of pleasure coursed through Lauren's core, gripping her with an intense contraction that radiated from deep within. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, and she succumbed to the powerful release of her climax.

"OHHHHHHHH Miiiiiiii GAWWDDDDD!"

The mature woman's pussy and ass tightened around the two throbbing cocks that were buried deep within her. Seconds later, Lauren felt another surge, a pressure building that was not to be denied. With an explosive force, her warm juices gushed forth, squirting between the wide black cock and the velvety walls of her canal. The torrent flowed past her swollen labia, uncontrollably spewing and drenching everything in its path.