Ascending Lauren Ch. 25

"Whoa, fuck, look out!" Zane yelped in surprise.

The spray arched from the brunette's battered pussy, first catching Zane's nutsack and inner thighs, then splashing DeAndre and the mattress below.

"You go, Mom!" Caroline squealed with glee.

"OH SHIT!" Corey hissed from the other bed. The sight of his wife squirting with both her holes filled was too much. He just made it to the edge of the frame when several spurts of hot, creamy cum shot out of his quivering shaft, landing with a splatter on the carpet between the beds.

Zane didn't fare much better. With a roar, the biker pulled out of her dripping pussy, his cock ladened with her juices. The sight of her perfectly round ass, the ~EZ~ tattoo just above the dirty brown hole that he'd just fucked, hit him hard. Aiming at her lower back, he unleashed a torrent of milky white cum that spilled across her beautifully tanned and toned skin, leaving a memorable pattern.

Seeing the mechanic pull out and clear, DeAndre seized the moment to get his nut. Grabbing Lauren firmly by the mid-section, he flipped her over onto her back, her pussy still wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. With a sense of urgency, the young black man unleashed a relentless assault on her wet hole

"Gonna fuck you good, you dirty bitch," DeAndre growled, "Gonna fuck you so hard you gonna split."

Lauren instinctively wrapped her thighs around his waist and slid her arms under his, gripping his muscular shoulders tightly. She pulled him in closer, craving every inch.

"Yes! Give it to me, baby," she moaned, her voice filled with desperate need. "Give me your hot, creamy spunk! Fill me up!"

Their bodies moved in perfect unison, the slapping of flesh against flesh as DeAndre drove deeper, his powerful lunges driving her into the soaked mattress. Soon, he began to shake and grunt repeatedly. Lauren stared into his eyes and sneered.

"That's it! That's it! Make me your dirty little cum slut. Fuck my white pussy with your big black dick! FILL ME WITH YOUR BLACK SEED!"

DeAndre threw his head back, freezing in place before opening his mouth and letting out a primal howl. Lauren could feel his thick cock releasing hot streams of cum deep into her slippery, unprotected pussy. A surge of intense pleasure washed over both of them as they gazed appreciatively into each other's eyes, the sensation of his warm spunk flooding her womb invoking warm and tender amity.

While those two came down from their highs, Caroline and Zane nestled up alongside them, bodies intertwining in a blissful post-sex embrace. The younger woman snuggled up against her boyfriend, resting on his broad chest. She traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingertips. Zane wrapped his arms around Lauren from behind, his body pressed against hers in a comforting spoon, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and planting gentle kisses along her shoulder.

Everyone in the room was exhausted and well-fucked. Except for one.

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Charlie stood on the sidelines, his eyes glued to the wild scene unfolding in front of him. His own cock stood tall and throbbing in his hand, aching for release. One after another, guests took turns plunging into his girlfriend. The air was thick with moans and gasps, punctuated by the occasional smack or pinch. When the second guy came, shooting his hot load into the condom Layla had provided, Charlie couldn't hold back any longer. His body trembled, muscles tensing as he unleashed a deluge of hot cum onto the polished wood floor. Embarrassed, he hastily stuffed his deflating dick back into his rumpled shorts and discreetly made his way out of the room.

As post-nut clarity washed over him, the thrill of the moment faded, replaced by a hollow ache in his heart. Corey Miller had warned him about this too, but it didn't keep reality from feeling like a punch to the gut. The realization that the girl he loved would never truly be his alone was a bitter pill to swallow. And yet, because he loved her, he had to make it work. With a heavy heart, Charlie walked down the long hallway that led back to the grand staircase. As he descended to the first floor, he could hear Chloe's lustful screams as the men continued to fuck her. Slowly, the wails were lost in the big house, replaced by only one voice.

'I told you not to come.'

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Away from the limelight of orgasms and wet sheets, Corey tucked his now flaccid dick back inside his cargo shorts. Sadly, in their post-coital state, none of the others noticed as he walked towards the bedroom door. The four had now collapsed into a heap of naked bodies, entwined and undulating like a nest of slippery snakes, their lips smacking and soft sighs filling the air. Forget the images of his beautiful wife being DPd, the tormented father had watched his own daughter get fucked senseless. Who the hell does that?

A strange tightness gripped Corey's chest and arm while stepping over the trail of discarded wet clothes in the common area, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He had felt the odd sensation, before, but that night it was much more prevalent.

Entering the quiet and undisturbed bedroom, Corey's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the overwhelming mix of jealousy and arousal that consumed him. Laying down on the oversized king bed, his thoughts began to spill out in a stream of consciousness, a torrent of self-doubt and resentment.

Why? Why do I get off on this shit? Watching my wife fuck other men. And now my kid, my little girl? What kind of sick fuck am I?"

The walls seemed to close in around the graying man as he grappled with his very identity, a tortured soul that was staring back at him in the reflection of the chrome ceiling fan.

And he wasn't sure he liked what he saw. What he thought might had been an indigestion-induced dream was none of the kind.

That was no undercooked potato.

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Chloe stepped out of the grandiose mansion, taking in the front lawn that seemed to go on forever. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for a familiar figure.

"Where the fuck is Charlie?" she muttered to herself, frustration evident in her voice.

The events of the past few hours played in her mind, the intense role-playing and the wild group encounter that had left her breathless, satisfied, and wealthier. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when Charlie had disappeared amidst the chaos. It could have been during the vigorous swing session or perhaps when the men had later taken turns ravishing her on the bed.

Now dressed in her original outfit, the escort adjusted her tight leggings and sports bra, ensuring they accentuated her curves perfectly. As she made her way towards the circle drive, she noticed the familiar sight of the luxurious limo parked nearby. The driver stepped out, ready to open the rear door for her.

"Mr. Pimento has instructed me to take you wherever you'd like," the driver said, a tinge of curiosity in his voice.

Peering into the limo, Chloe's eyes immediately fell on Charlie, curled up against the far door. Relief and concern washed over her. "Take us back to Sandy's, please."

Tossing her purse on the floor without care, she huddled close to her man.

"Baby, you scared the shit out of me. I had no fucking clue where you went," she said, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Charlie squinted his eyes in the dim lighting of the car. It was clear he had been crying.

"Oh my God, Charlie, are you okay? I told you..." Chloe's voice trailed off, her own expression turning misty.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Charlie replied, his voice tinged with sadness.

Chloe's heart sank, realizing the toll these experiences had taken on her boyfriend. She pulled him close, his head resting on her shoulder. "I knew you weren't ready," she whispered.

With a shake of his head, Charlie vehemently denied her assumption. "Yes...yes, I am."

"Really? Look at you!" Chloe scoffed, her arms wrapped tightly around him. "You're a fucking mess."

Charlie tightened his embrace, his body trembling slightly. He hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing his words. "But...I...I thought it was...hot."

"Then why the fuck were you crying?" Chloe asked, a mix of confusion and concern in her voice.

"It's just...hard to watch, you know? It's both incredible and...gut-wrenching at the same time."

Chloe held him even tighter, understanding the conflicting emotions that came with being a wittol. She couldn't believe she finally found someone who found pleasure in her promiscuity.

"I get it. But they're not all this intense," she reassured him.

"All these years, I never knew the things you did were so..." Charlie paused, searching for the right words.

"Depraved?"

Charlie nodded. "Stripping, lap dances, the occasional date. That was all okay. But what I saw back there..."

"It's my job, baby," Chloe interrupted, her tone firm. "I made a shitload of money tonight, all towards my future. Our future. I'm not going to apologize for it. Just because you didn't know the details doesn't mean you weren't aware of what I do."

"I know."

Chloe's lips pressed against Charlie's neck. She understood the importance of aftercare. It was crucial for him to feel wanted and reassured, to chase away any vulnerability he felt from watching her with other men.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I'm glad," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear.

Charlie's grip tightened, pulling her closer. His lips tasted her skin while inhaling her intoxicating perfume. Another erection began to stir.

"But maybe you'll not want me to stop. Maybe you'll like it too much. Me fucking other men. Two, three at a time."

Chloe's fingers deftly undid his shorts and freed his throbbing cock. She wrapped her hand around it, her touch sending waves of pleasure throughout his body like only she could do. Her lips found his, capturing them, toying with them, their tongues in slow motion. The smell of semen and the taste of sweet earthiness reminded him of where she'd been just minutes ago.

"I did," the boy murmured, "Jesus...I liked it. A lot. You're so beautiful when you...when you're..."

"When I'm a slut?"

"Yessss."

"When I'm naughty?"

"So, so naughty."

Charlie's breathing grew heavy, his eyes locked on Chloe's as she continued to pleasure him.

"You're such a fucking tease," he managed to say between ragged breaths.

Chloe's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Oh, baby, you have no idea."

Suddenly, she leaned down and took him into her mouth, sucking him deep. Her tongue swirled around his throbbing shaft, tracing every ridge and vein. The taste of his precum mingled with the lingering flavors of her earlier escapade. It made her want to please him even more.

"OH FUCK!" Charlie exclaimed, grabbing at the back of her head and pushing down. "Suck it, suck it hard."

His hands ran through his slutty girlfriend's hair, gripping it tightly as she bobbed her head up and down. He couldn't help but cry out, it felt so good. "Fuck, Chloe, you're so...you're so..."

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You like that, baby? You like it when I take your cock deep? Just like I do with all of them?"

Charlie's response was a primal grunt, his hips quaking involuntarily. Chloe's mouth worked its magic, her tongue dancing around his sensitive tip, her lips enveloping him in a tight, wet embrace. The combination of suction and pressure was driving him wild, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"God, Chloe, I'm gonna cum," Charlie warned, his voice strained.

She pulled away, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Not yet baby. Uh uh. I want to taste you right here," she said, trailing her finger down to her pussy. Slowly, she dipped her finger inside, coating it with her own wetness. She brought it to her lips, sensually sucking off her juices and his precum.

Charlie's eyes widened, his cock throbbing with anticipation. She smirked at his reaction, her finger still glistening. With a swift movement, Chloe was on top of him, positioning herself right above his aching cock. She sank onto him, her slick pussy clamping down hard. Their bodies began to move, synchronizing each thrust.

"Ride me, babe," Charlie moaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "Ride me hard."

Chloe obliged, her hips grinding against his. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the car, rhythmic slapping that would have been evident to the driver. As the limo sped on, the couple writhed together, oblivious to anything but their own small world. Finally, Charlie came, emptying what was left in his balls into his girl's womb. Chloe tensed when a small orgasm hit her pussy, then milked him for every last drop of his cum.

They collapsed against each other on the leather bench seat, a sheen of sweat coating their skin. Chloe's lips found Charlie's, and they kissed passionately.

"I love you," Charlie squeaked, his voice filled with awe and gratitude.

"I love you too, baby," Chloe replied, the tenderness genuine and sincere.

Satiated, at least for now, the young man looked pensively out the oversized tinted window.

Maybe going to the office wasn't so bad after all.