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"How about in the butt?"
"In the WHAT?" she asked, mystified. I almost laughed out loud. "People can do that?"
"Oh, my yes," I said. "I did it once already tonight. And I expect any wife of mine to bend over and offer me her asshole cheerfully and without reservations. Understand?"
"Oh, yes, that's no problem, Mr. Winthrop," she said, her enthusiasm dampened only a little by my revelation. "Um . . . does it hurt?"
"We'll find out by morning," I nodded. "Right now, I want you to come back to the hotel with me and a few of . . . a few friends. And things are going to get terribly out of hand," I warned. "If you can't handle that, let me know now and I'll get someone else."
"Whatever you want to do is fine!" she said, instantly. "Even . . . perverted stuff."
Ah, the innocent 60s!
I had Donald call me a cab, then I announced to everyone that I would be back on Friday, and that if someone wanted to talk to me, they had to get Donald's OK on it, first. That made the guy's night.
Then I had Lacey blow me sweetly but inexpertly on the cab ride back to the hotel, tipping the negro driver lavishly. She didn't make me cum, but that was fine – I had a triple date upstairs. Three more eager bonus cunts, and all night to fill them.
Merely a PIG of a male...displaying his contempt for womankind. I, for one, hope that the mysterious beautiful woman from the hotel where he is staying really teaches him a lesson in which he is DENIED ACCESD to any of her three bodily orifices. Serve the arsehole right. Saving mankind indeed! Pigstrotters !
This is well written and I'm loving the series so far, can't wait to read the rest.