Fired!
"So what's your plan?" I ask Kelsey.
"Well," she says, as she pulls off her wet top," Olivia's not my real mom."
"And what's that got to do..." Doe asks further.
"She's actually my aunt, but she treats me like we're not related at all. She's always moody.... makes me do all the housework... which I think is because she's never been married and never had a boyfriend."
"Really?" I remark. "With a body like that at her age, I don't believe Olivia would be short of boyfriends."
"She's quite a prude... and she hates toys." Kelsey continues. "But your cock sure beats any dildo I have." Glancing at Doe, she adds, "You're lucky to have him."
"So?" I ask, not getting her drift. "What do we do?"
"So... you have to fuck her to let her stress out," she replies, squeezing out some sweat from her top.
"But how's that done, if she's prudish?" Doe asks, glancing towards the door.
"Guess we don't have many options left, given that Olivia will be here any minute now." I say, as I stand to retrieve my cellphone.
"You could just force yourself on her, or ..." Kelsey suggests.
"What?" I reply. "That would be rape."
"Not really. You could actually convince her emotions to agree," Kelsey adds.
"She's right," Doe says. "The emotion for anger is the same as that for lust, so you could manipulate a slight shift and you'll have her."
"And what's the other option?" I ask Kelsey.
She looks at me blankly. "I can't think of anything else."
"Well," I conclude, not fully convinced. "Both of you will have to get to work to prepare me, given what you've done to my pecker." Both girls quickly move to stimulate my flaccid cock back to attention.
The sound of approaching footsteps jolts them to a dash towards the bathroom.
Will the plan succeed?
"Well," she says, as she pulls off her wet top," Olivia's not my real mom."
"And what's that got to do..." Doe asks further.
"She's actually my aunt, but she treats me like we're not related at all. She's always moody.... makes me do all the housework... which I think is because she's never been married and never had a boyfriend."
"Really?" I remark. "With a body like that at her age, I don't believe Olivia would be short of boyfriends."
"She's quite a prude... and she hates toys." Kelsey continues. "But your cock sure beats any dildo I have." Glancing at Doe, she adds, "You're lucky to have him."
"So?" I ask, not getting her drift. "What do we do?"
"So... you have to fuck her to let her stress out," she replies, squeezing out some sweat from her top.
"But how's that done, if she's prudish?" Doe asks, glancing towards the door.
"Guess we don't have many options left, given that Olivia will be here any minute now." I say, as I stand to retrieve my cellphone.
"You could just force yourself on her, or ..." Kelsey suggests.
"What?" I reply. "That would be rape."
"Not really. You could actually convince her emotions to agree," Kelsey adds.
"She's right," Doe says. "The emotion for anger is the same as that for lust, so you could manipulate a slight shift and you'll have her."
"And what's the other option?" I ask Kelsey.
She looks at me blankly. "I can't think of anything else."
"Well," I conclude, not fully convinced. "Both of you will have to get to work to prepare me, given what you've done to my pecker." Both girls quickly move to stimulate my flaccid cock back to attention.
The sound of approaching footsteps jolts them to a dash towards the bathroom.
Will the plan succeed?