Her Preferred Cock:>Ep5

Eventually, after a long bout of hard, nasty sex, Doug's dick erupted inside his wife's pussy. He poured forth what felt like a gallon of creamy jizz, before collapsing on the bed beside her. For the longest time, he lay there panting, looking up at the ceiling. April didn't move either, her face still buried in the sheets, her sweaty hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks.

She felt his hand roaming over her buttocks and the back of her legs. He loved to fondle and stroke and caress her naked skin, and she knew this was, in all likelihood, a precursor to round two. Considering the amount of attention he was lavishing on her backside, she suspected she was going to have to give up her ass before too long.

For Doug, straight sex was often a mere hors d'oeuvres to anal sex. He loved fucking her in the butt and, to be fair, April enjoyed it too. Sometimes it was a useful outlet for them when it was her time of the month -- although he'd fucked her when her period flow was full on, plenty of times -- but mostly, they both just really enjoyed it.

For now, they were simply lying there, awaiting the next stage of the evening's proceedings. She turned to face him, her face flushed and hot.

"Someone definitely needed that." She said.

"You know how you get me going, baby." He replied.

"I'm not sure I had all that much to do with what just happened. I think I was just a bystander really."

"I don't get what you mean."

"I think you do." She said, a serious tone in her voice. Before she knew it, a conversation was taking place she hadn't really expected. "I don't mind you looking at her, Doug. I don't even mind you fantasising about her. If you want to fuck me and pretend I'm her, then have at it, baby. But there are limits."

"I haven't got the first fucking clue what you're talking about."

"You want me to spell it out?"

"Yes, I think you'll have to."

"Amber."

"What?"

"Amber. You want to fuck our daughter."

"What?! Are you out of your fucking mind?! What the hell are you talking about?!"

"I put up with a lot of shit from you. I know it. You know it. I let you have your fun, and you let me have mine. But this would be something very different. So, be really careful about what you choose to do next."

"April, honey, I really have no idea what this is all about. I don't know where you got this crazy idea from, but nothing is further from my mind..."

She interrupted him by grabbing hold of his cock and tugging on it firmly. She began to masturbate him, her hand gripped tightly round his shaft.

"Don't bullshit me, Doug. I've seen the way the two of you are around each other. And I know what a sexed up little freak you are. You and her are playing with fire. She thinks she's a grown up, but she's still a kid. And kids can get hurt. And if you hurt my little girl, I will go downstairs to the hotel kitchen, find the longest and sharpest knife they have, and then I will cut your balls off. Do you understand me?"

She said all this, twisting his cock in her fist, a sensation he found both painful and arousing.

"I understand." He replied.

"Good. Now, go get some baby oil out of my bag. You've probably got time to do me in the butt before we have to go get the kids."

Doug did as he was told.

Amber spent all of about five minutes looking out for her baby brother, before she found far more interesting things to occupy her time. Well, one interesting thing. Or, more accurately, one interesting guy. As she sat on her sun lounger, soaking up some rays and surreptitiously surveying the scene in front of her, Amber caught the eye of the waiter at the bar. He was a cute blonde, who looked tall and primo buff.

He was called Jamie and had been working at the hotel for more than a year now. He was a fairly good worker, reasonably industrious and mostly honest, but he was also a bit of a player. In many ways he was an aspiring Doug Thurston. He didn't have his years or experience, but he was a young man who certainly loved to get laid. The Copeland Grand Hotel was undoubtedly a fine hunting ground for a rapacious woodsman like Jamie.

His usual target was the slightly more mature lady. The tired and harried wives or mothers, who came here to relax and unwind. He'd see these women check in with their families, a look of quiet desperation in their eyes. Jamie would give them a winning smile and display a little charm, and before you knew it, he would be balls deep in matronly quim.

More often than not, these older chicks were really, really grateful for the attention they were getting, and so they were usually really, really filthy. They were up for anything he might want to try, and there were lots of things Jamie wanted to try. He had made this discovery with an older woman a little closer to home. Namely, his Aunt Jean.

Jamie's family history was a little traumatic. His father was basically a fucking loser who'd left town when Jamie was a baby. Then his mom died of breast cancer when he was only seven years old. Her younger sister, Jean, became his legal guardian and, effectively, his new mother. It had been just the two of them ever since. She was a sexy little redhead with a raucous sense of humour and a pair of big ol' titties. Jamie had been beating his meat, fantasising about what he could do with those titties since he first discovered what his dick was really for.

Then, not that long after he'd started working at the hotel, Jamie took her out for a meal to celebrate her fortieth birthday. His staff discount inevitably meant the evening's events took place at the Copeland Grand. What began as a fun evening, eventually took a peculiar turn. They both got a little tipsy, they both got a little flirtatious, and then, before either of them knew what was really happening, Jean was on her hands and knees in one of the unused bedrooms and Jamie was fucking her doggy style.

The Incest Hotel had struck again.

Even as his cock was sliding in and out of her body, she was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. Jean loved Jamie and genuinely thought of him as her son. And yet here she was, making love to him. She would be horrified if she wasn't cumming so hard.

The two of them had been fucking ever since. She'd keep telling him how terrible she felt and how they shouldn't be doing it, and then within a few minutes she'd always end up on her knees, sucking his dick. It had become a bit of a standing joke between them; anguished reluctance followed by hot, nasty sex. Jamie spent almost every night in his Aunt's bed.

But still his eye wandered.

And that was why Jamie found himself chatting to a beautiful young woman called Amber Thurston. Yes, he had a peculiar weakness for MILFs, and he had actually set his sights on Amber's mom, but you'd have to be blind not to notice what a hottie this girl was. The two of them kept exchanging glances, and the occasional smile; and suddenly, there she was, right in front of him, ordering a Mimosa.

"Certainly ma'am, do you have any ID on you?" He said, with a sly grin. "I mean, I could get in big trouble if I served someone underage."

"Don't I look like I'm 21?" She replied, adopting a similar joking tone. "Also, this outfit doesn't really have anywhere for me to keep my purse."