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The man hates this.

Driving on his bike is great, yeah, but the fact he has to rent a room every night means that he misses the advantages of the four wheel vehicles. Parking the bike at the motel, he grabs a room and means to grab a helping of dinner before he gets back on the road to get more photos of nature for his spread.

Service is quick, since the 24/7 diner is half full with motorists and truck drivers grabbing a meal at the odd hour. He seats himself at the counter, eavesdropping to those around him as he eats.

“Where is that new girl?” Pots and dishes clang through the passthrough window, voices rising over the chaos and the low chatter from the dining room.

A short look around the room tells him everything he needs to know. There are four staff here, and three of them are men. The stray female is in the kitchen, talking to the cook.

“We both know she’s itching to leave. Girls like her never stay in one place too long, I’d be shocked if she was still here. Just give me, I’ll run the food.”

The man feels that need too. The itch to leave. The unwillingness to just stay and wait for something exciting to happen, and want to create waves just for the rush it gives. That’s why his career and his lifestyle suit him so well. Money isn’t an issue for him, but it’s not too bad to get paid for what he loves.

A short smirk grows on his face as he feels a kinship to the random girl, but it’s short lived when he takes a bite of his food and clears his plate with ease. He’s always been built, but living on the road has filled him out properly. Not that the bodies that warm his bed mind at all. Closing out his tab so that he can catch some sleep, he throws a generous amount under his plate and moves to the back exit, noting that it’s a shorter walk back to his room.

Pushing out the rear door, he stops as his eyes adjust to the dim lighting and his other senses pick up. The blowing of the wind. The flashing lights of cars passing.. The smell before it rains. The heavy smell of weed. Someone coughing.

The man turns his body towards the alley behind the restaurant and the small convenience strip mall to find a small brunette, sitting on a milk crate holding a glowing joint between her fingers. In a standard uniform for most servers, she looks the part of any other sane person of society. But the wild look in her eyes says otherwise.

The stack of crates is almost turned into a throne, and she’s casually sprawled out like the alley is her personal reception hall.

“I think they’re looking for you in there,” the man comments, taking in the beauty next to him and fights his urges enough to act like a civilized human.

She doesn’t bother looking at him, and doesn’t seem surprised that he said something at all and doesn’t stop what she’s doing, obviously unbothered.

“Yeah, and they can keep looking but it’s not gonna lead to me coming back.” Another puff of smoke leaves her mouth, blowing up into the dusk sky. Keeping her eyes on the highway, she reaches her hand out towards him with the roll, the offer clear.

Enticed enough, the man steps forward, making sure that his fingers sweep hers. It’s then that she meets his eyes, and he watches as a chill rolls over her body and her eyes expand deeper in the dark when he takes a hit.

“What’s your name, girl?” She bites her lip, leaning off the milk crates as her gaze trails over his body. It’s clear that he’s not the only one who likes what they see, because while she looks over him he peruses her, stopping at her chest, wide hips for her small frame, falling between her closed thighs.

“Dahlia. What’s yours, handsome? And what are you doing all the way out here?” Her accent doesn’t match the area, sounding somewhere from the North East rather than the West side of the Mississippi River they are now. Her crossed legs squeeze tighter together when he leans in, placing the heady drug back into her hand.

“I’m a traveler of sorts, and I go by Lewis.” She snorts at that, like most do, probably reflecting on the well known expeditionists. Dragging a milk crate from behind her, she places it face down by her side and adds another to account for his width before motioning him to join her. He does as requested, but makes sure to lean in close to her and throw his hand down on her knee to test the waters.

When she doesn’t move him off or scream, he takes it as consent enough, squeezing the skin lightly before making short passes on her thigh. She smiles, not directed towards him or anything in particular, taking a slow drag and leaning in close to him before blowing the smoke in his direction.

“Traveling is something I love. Do you stop a lot and make small talk with lonely girls?”

“Only the ones who look like they want to let me do dirty things to them. How old are you, Dahlia?” Her name is spoken off his lips like pure sin, as his hand starts to make longer trails towards her inner thighs. Calluses brush stockings to the soft skin and back.

“20. You?” The girl grows breathless, starting to squirm and removes her right leg from her left to shift in her seat. She offers the dwindling joint to Lewis, her fingers hovering over his lips as he takes a drag before he answers.

“34. That bother you?” Her hand drops to his wrist, not to stop him but to encourage him deeper until he reaches the panty-lined lips of her sex, covered in musk. She leans deeper into him as she removes her hand from his wrist and grabs his bicep for stability and speaks to his ear. Her lips brush the lobe as she talks, letting him have another moment to take a drag.

“If anything that excites me. I bet you know all about girls with daddy issues. How they fawn over you. How your size and attention makes them feel so special. How your voice is so rough it vibrates the area around you.” She makes a low moan when he pinches her clit and whines when he goes back to making those infuriating passes up and down her thigh.

Noting how the roll is just about done and wanting more, she decides to take action in the lowly lit and unmonitored alley.

“Share this with me, okay, handsome?” In a movement he wasn’t expecting but fully welcomes, she sits on his lap, trapping his hand between their legs and moves close enough to line their bodies up just so, taking the last drag of the joint and breathing it in. She then lowers her mouth to his, shotgunning the smoke into his lungs and only pulling away to discard the final smoke, dropping the excess onto the pavement.

Lewis’ free hand pulls her down onto his cock, pushing and pulsing through his jeans like it’s trying to free itself.

“You have no idea what you started, little girl.” He pushes up, freeing his hand from under her to grab her ass and pull her against him when he stands, rushing for his motel room.
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“Tight, little, hot body you have, girl.” The man grunts, squeezing the girl's hips in appreciation as she grinds against his hardening cock. She’s already half-blissed out of her mind with the drugs flowing through her system, and it won’t be that long until the aphrodisiacs activate in his.

His fingers run through the pocket of his jeans, pulling the key he received just a short while ago and jamming it into the door to unlock. Dahlia giggles as she leans into the lust-driven man, hurrying into the room as Lewis locks the door.

Before she can strip herself of her clothes, the man grabs her by her loose hair and pushes her into the wall face first before covering himself with his body.

“This isn’t going to be nice, little girl. You can walk out of that door, but you better do it now. Otherwise, you’re going to be impaled on this nice, hard cock.” To emphasize his point, he grinds his cock into her ass, which she pushes into in kind.

“Please, fuck me. I just want to be your plaything. Please,” she pants, begging. Her pupils are blown, but she’s like a cat in heat with how she’s trying to touch every part of his body with hers.

“Don’t worry girl, you will be.” Taking that as a clear sign of consent, he removes himself from her only to pick her up and toss her on the bed. She kicks her shoes off, and he flips up her skirt to reveal the stockings and her panties before delivering a swift slap to her ass, making the creamy skin go red with the force. Her yelp turns into a moan as she’s yanked onto her hands and knees, legs spread wide so he can fit between her thighs, pushing any clothing to the side.

HIs movements are carefully practiced, slowly removing his belt and opening his jeans to pull his cock out of his boxers. His cock is thick in girth and swollen with need, easily sliding into his palm and collecting his precum.

“When was the last time you had a dick in your sweet pussy?” The man's voice is gruff, staring at the handprint blooming on the girls ass before he drags his fingers through her center in a tease, collecting some of her slick to smear on his cock.

She moans her answer. “Two weeks ago. A truck driver took me to his trailer and dropped me off here after he was done with me. It hurt so good.” She’s whimpering as he starts to rub the head of his cock up and down her cunt, getting himself coated and tracing the lips of her entrance.

“Not a single condom in sight, little girl. You’re about to have a man every single night. I’m going to fill you up.” He’s clean as a whistle, but he doesn’t really care for much else than a quick fuck at this moment.

“Please, Daddy, fuck my cunt. I want you so badly.” He grunts at the nickname, notching his tip at her entrance and teasing the both of them.

“I’ll do whatever you want. Please.” Dahlia’s voice becomes heavy with desperation as the mans hands move from his cock to her hips, mounting her as he slowly enters her. Paper thin walls of the motel makes him sure that the neighbors can hear her drawn out moan as he slowly breaches her.

“You fuckin’ damn right you’ll do whatever I want. You’re mine now, Little Girl.” His hands move over her body as his pace increases, making sure to slide a hand up to pull the buttons of her shirt and expose her smaller chest.

“This is going to be fast, so cum,” he commands, stretching to pinch a nipple and flick her clit until he feels little pulses spasm all over his dick. Dahlia moans low and long, but the man fucks her through until he reaches his peak and throws her off of him and onto the upper bed.

He can’t help himself but cum at the sight of her used body, fight through her orgasm into the mattress. The man watches as his cum slants down her stocking-clad thighs and makes a mess of her creamy skin, bruises slowly forming at her hips and a trail of his seed covering her.

Still hard enough and highly turned on, the man shucks his clothing and moves to the girl in his bed, pulling her skirt off her body before sitting her up to unbutton and throw away the damaged work shirt.

Dahlia has no bra on, but her small chest fits her perfectly as he leans down to suck on her nipple, unable to help himself to think about when they’re full of sweet milk to drain again and again. He groans as he circles her breast with his tongue and she makes a soft noise of assent as her hands raise to his head. Her nimble fingers find their way into his tied up hair for purchase, pulling him deeper against her as the suction grows.

Tracing her delicate thighs, he finds a good amount of his spend as he lays her down on her back and makes sure to coat her asshole with the mix of their cum, slowly entering her with one finger. She squirms slightly, becoming more aware as she tries to close her thighs for pressure only to find his body in the way.

Lewis’ teeth graze her unattended nipple before he lowers onto his stomach, lining his face up with her sex. His free hand slides her panties away, making perfect room for his mouth, blowing cool air onto her heated and used cunt before taking his tongue and shoving it into her clenching hole, moving his finger in and out of her rear at the same time.

A sharp gasp cuts out of her before her chest is leveled with another moan, in which the man responds in kind with a swift blow to her upper thigh with his free hand, punishing her with a bite to her clit.

“Quiet, Girl. Let me eat and then I’ll give you what you really want. I need to clean up the mess you left me.” To emphasize his point, he sucks on the stray juices of her orgasm and rolls his finger deeper into her snug ass, knowing there is a chance that someone has had their claim in her but wanting that option. He plays with her for almost fifteen minutes, using his tongue and his fingers to get the results he wants.

He slowly builds the girl up to her pinnacle, but careful to not let her cum until she’s begging for his cock again, to which he sits up and swings her thin legs up onto his broad shoulders to slide into her again, prepared from their previous session and his ministrations.

Dahlia is brainless with lust while her body is plowed into again and again, her head lolling to the side with each thrust. Small moans leave her chest between as her eyes flutter and moments of clarity wash over her for her to be pulled back under by lust and pleasure. The entire time she’s being fucked by Lewis, a small smirk is on her face and incoherent mumbles of his name and calling him Daddy.

After Dahlia comes a third time on his cock, sweat coating her body in a light shein as she leans over to touch her stomach, rubbing where Lewis’ cock makes her stomach swell as it moves in and out of her with rapid motions.

“That’s right, Girl, come all over Daddy’s cock. It’s okay to want it.” That ignites her last orgasm, sending the man over the cliff with her, sure to only slide back a few inches before jostling her body and the headboard against the wall.

“Fuck yeah. Look at your cunt being filled, Girl. Bet you love that, huh? Little fucking slut, all for me.” The man's movements are mindless, pushing out the last of her orgasm as the girl continuously rubs her stomach and her eyes roll back into her head.

Yeah, Lewis thinks that he doesn’t mind traveling all that much anymore.

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Dahlia couldn’t wait. Sitting on that bike for hours on end got really old, but she found a way to make it entertaining. For her, at least. Lewis thought that her entertainment was a special kind of torture with the way she constantly roamed her hands over his body. Sometimes slipping under his clothing, sometimes dragging across his lap. He had been tempted to pull over a few times to fuck the brat out of her, but he knew that their sessions tended to drag on and on and he didn’t want to risk being cited and jailed by a state trooper.

So, following the signs for a public rest stop, he parked his bike and dragged the girl off with him, discarding their helmets and rushing for the building. The place was decently packed, which made both of them stop in their tracks. He knew that the bike wasn’t going to cut it long term, but it was something for now.

Dahlia got her wits about her first, pulling Lewis behind her and to the family restroom, locking them in the small, mostly clean bathroom. Her locking the door was the pause that Lewis needed to pounce, delving a hand into her hair and pulling her by the roots until she falls to her knees.

“God damn, you little brat. Kept fucking teasing me, knowing I couldn’t do anyting about it. Time to pay up, Little Girl. Undo the belt.” Dahlia licks her dark lips, knees on Lewis’ boots and her hands following instruction as she removes his belt and immediately removes his cock, quick since he forgoed the boxers.

“Stick out your tongue,” he commands, a hand still in her hair as she waits for his next command with pure yielding in her eyes. Instead of verbalizing it, he tilts the tip of his cock towards her mouth and places just the tip into her mouth.

Like the well trained and needy slut she is, she takes the cue to start paying her dues, slipping his cock into her mouth with pure want. She swallows with every intrusion, breathing steadily until her airways are compromised and tears are falling from her eyes.

She pulls herself off of Lewis, gasping for breath but never stopping her determined services. Her hand travels to the top of his cock, while her mouth hovers up and down the side of his shaft in determination.

“You want to swallow my cum, Little Girl?” One of Lewis’ balls are in her mouth, her care delicate for the sensitive appendages in contrast to the brutal handling of his cock. But still, she meets his eyes and hums in approval, sending vibrations throughout his body with the simple overload of pleasure he gets.

“Good Girl. I’m cuming in your mouth, and tonight I’ll be sure to cum in you again. Now swallow my cock, like the greedy slut you are.” It’s instantaneous how the order affects her, dropping her current task in favor of shoving her face onto Lewis’ cock, her nose meeting his pelvis as he sets off like a rocket.

She moans as he floods her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and taking deep pulls to swallow as she travels the length of his cock, taking special attention to the sensitive tip, cleaning him off.

He smiles down at her in gratitude, also noticing how she’s rocking her hips and trying to find the best pressure for relief. Instead of being a gentleman, he thinks it’s time for payback. A hand around her neck like a collar pulls her up into a standing position, where he pins her against the wall for a long, drawn out kiss as he shoves his cock back into the denim jeans and roughly grabs her sex.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so. Got that, Little Girl?” Dahlia whimpers in desperation, her face the picture of dismay until Lewis’ careful reassurance.

“If you’re good, I’ll consider that little fantasy you talked about, hmm?” She perks up at that, remembering their conversation from two nights ago about sordid kinks and wishes.

“Okay Daddy,” she whispers, a grin starting to take form on her face as he pulls away and motions for the sink, a clear command to clean herself up.

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Sitting at a desolate booth for an early lunch, the travelers talk about what’s next. Dahlia already agreed to tag along to Lewis’ escapades, but they need a more stable mode of transport. Sitting on the inside of the booth besides her new… fuck buddy? Dominant? Obviously, the label’s in the work and a conversation is on their list.

She’s never felt so cared for in- well forever. Being with Lewis feels unlike any relationship, or arrangement, she’s found herself in over the past few years since she aged out of foster care. He seems to genuinely care about her, with or without the sex factoring into play. She loves offering the same level of comfort that he gives her, but she worries it’s only a matter of time until he discards her. What does she offer other than her body? An extra mouth to feed?

“A pickup can hold your bike in the back,” she offers, buttering a slice of toast for the both of them before placing his slice next to the eggs Lewis is shoveling down his mouth. Sex always works up an appetite, especially when his girl drains his balls with her devilish mouth.

He nods, acknowledging it’s a practical option before pouring her more coffee. The truck stop diner is filled by a variety of drivers, some families, some loners, and some couples, all minding their own business. Besides the man at the bar who keeps glancing over every few minutes.

“It won’t be a problem to get one. I’d prefer to buy one but it might mean hunkering down somewhere for a few days.” He says it cautiously, knowing how annoying it can be to have nothing to do and limited options.

Dahlia only blows a raspberry with her lips dramatically, rolling her eyes in a sarcastic enough way that Lewis knows it’s not a real attitude that needs to be “rectified”.

“If only there was a hunky man to keep me from going stir crazy with his big ass dick,” she declared sadly, crocodile tears in her eyes before Lewis turned his head to take a chaste bite of her neck, making her laugh in the restaurant. Lewis grins in turn, more at peace than ever with a girl he met just over a month ago.

That is, until a body joins their moment and seats himself across from them without a care in the world. With blond hair that is thinning out with age and a tall but thinner figure, his hands show how little he does manual labor but is able to keep in good enough shape with his sedentary job.

Dahlia is slower than Lewis to notice him, but Lewis pings him as the guy who has been staring them down since they took a seat. He’s not unattractive per say, just a generic, forty-something year old that probably peaked in his twenties.

Dahlia notes that he has all his teeth and seems hygienic, so that’s a plus. She knows a little about the habits of truck drivers who are stuck in their cabs for extensive hours. Some think that the rest stops amenities are suggestions rather than necessity.

“You two move like lovers do, knowledge of the other strangely intimate for what you see here on the open road. So I’ll fuck off with the word, but I was wondering if you would at least hear me out.”

Where Dahlia perks up in her seat, intrigued by the cryptic offer, Lewis is more cautious as he folds his arms across his chest and leans back.

The stranger, Alex, offers his hand to Lewis until he realizes that he’ll be holding his hand there forever with how stubborn the motorcyclist is, and instead occupies himself with pulling out a folded piece of paper and a sealed envelope.

Dahlia grins back at him when he smiles at her, her breath catching and smile stopping when he speaks to Lewis.

“I’d like to fuck your girl, with the both of your permissions.”

Well, fuck.
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The balls on this man, thinks Lewis. The folded paper was a clean bill of health from the clinic the duo passed two miles back.

The envelope? Full of cash.

Do they need the money? Not necessarily. Lewis has savings and is on a payroll so the funds that he doesn’t use seem to just increase in his bank account.

Is this something that they both seem to all be interested in? Yes. The plus side is that they rob this man blind.

“You want to pay us, to fuck her. With a condom?” The stranger nods but Lewis stares, waiting for further elaboration. He knows Dahlia’s a knockout, but to randomly approach someone in a public setting, one used for peaceful service, isn’t totally normal

But then again, neither is the little arrangement that he has with Dahlia.

“I have a wife back at home, but I need a warm body for the night. You can supervise, of course, but I need to have something other than my hand.”

Dahlia shifts in her seat, the hand that Lewis dropped on her thigh when Alex first spoke travels under her dress and to her center, finding that she likes this idea very much.

“You in the yellow sleeper cab with the tinted windows?” A nod from the stranger. Lewis takes the bill of health and passes the money back to him, pulling out his own wallet to pay for their lunch before exiting the booth, Dahlia climbing after him. She doesn’t glance at Alex, but her stare burns into the man she came with.

“We’ll come to you in two hours if we’re interested.”

He flings the door of the diner open, dragging out Dahlia with a pull of the hand.
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The duo walks back to their motel in silence, both contemplating their thoughts hand in hand.

When Lewis unlocks the door, Dahlia marches to the bed to sit on the edge while staring at the large man, who is grinding his jaw and rubbing the aggravation away with his hand. Her face is blank as her declaration clears his chest.

“I want to do it.” Hearing her verbally speak what he knew isn’t a shock, but heat still floods his system.

The man isn’t used to feeling this… insecurity. What’s not to say that she likes his life, his cock, better and runs away with fucking Alex. Lewis was so used to being alone but now that Dahlia was with him, he couldn’t imagine it another way.

He huffs out a small laugh, just at the irony of it. He feels like he’s in high school again. They’ve been fucking almost every night since meeting, but it’s more than just the sex. The companionship and the ease with Dahlia is second nature to him. The way that she comforts him. Is he just a paycheck for her? Is it more?

Unable to take the silence and Lewis pacing in front of her, she straight out asks the question that is echoing in his head.

“What are we, Lewis? Just fucking. A little more? A little less? Cause how I see it, you’ll dump me when you get bored.” He takes a step back, partially relieved and real fucking angry. His momentary stumble seems to make her bolder, more resolute.

“I don’t want you to have to feel like you need to buy me anything, like that nice leather jacket two weeks ago or food all the time. It’s okay. I get it. We had fun though, right?”

He just stares. And stares. And then pounces. Dahlia jerks back slightly as he tackles her to the bed, trapped by the body at her waist where her legs hang off the structure.

A hand flies around her throat, tilting her head up while applying the correct amount of pressure for submission.

“Never fucking suggest that again. You’re mine, and that’s how it’s going to stay. Want to fuck another man? I’ll join in the fun of watching you become a cock slut. Just want a quiet night in? I’ll make it happen. But never suggest that I’ll drop you on the basis of feeling like I need to. This is what I was made for, and it’s what you were made for. Us. Together. Two sides of the same coin.”

To drive the point home, Lewis shifts enough to free her from his hold and rearrange her in front of him. He jerks the skirt of her dress up, sliding her panties to the side and shoving his fingers into her slick heat to prove a point.

“There’s a difference in this, Dahlia,” he tells her, sending a shock through her body at the use of her name. She stares at him as he plays with her body like a fiddle.

“You want to fulfill some fantasy of being fucked by men? That’s fine, Little Girl. But you’re going to be mine at the start of each morning and the end of each night. I want your mind, your body, and your time. Money or not, I’m keeping you. So if you understand that, and that you made your choice when you stayed in that motel room a month ago, then we’re on the same page.”

Unable to hold eye contact by the end of his tirade, she’s coming onto his fingers and muffling her scream into the mattress. He sees her through the orgasm, before shoving her dress up her body to reveal her stomach, coming all over her belly and rubbing it in.

It’s intense, the aftershocks and the realization that they’re both thinking the same thoughts of wanting to keep this claim on each other.

“I want to stay with you,” Dahlia sighs, when she gains control of her body again.

Lewis places a kiss on her neck, breathing in the scent of sex and her perfume that clings to her skin. “Good.”

“I also want to get fucked by that guy.” That has Lewis cracking a grin, concealed by her neck.

“Sounds like a plan. As long as you know who you belong to and who you’re leaving with.”
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An hour or so later, Lewis walks up to the neon sleeper cab with Dahlia in tow, noticing the drawn curtains blocking the back of the cab from view. A quick knock to the window has an eager man fumbling open the locks, letting Lewis step in first with Dahlia taking the rear when he deems it safe.

Once the cab door shuts, they’re all flooded in darkness until the interior lights turn on. Dahlia against his front, rubbing herself over his clothed body like she’s in heat and trying to speed up the process of relief.

Alex watches her, intensity in his gaze. Clearing his throat until the stranger’s attention is on him, he starts the boundaries.

“Money goes upfront, just so I know it’s here. You fuck her with a condom. If I find out you give her any diseases, I’ll send proof of this exchange to your wife and beat you down. If she wants to stop, we stop and take the money. You get to fuck her pussy or mouth, both with protection. No harm will be done to her.”

Alex nods after every sentence, offering a copy of his drivers license and the envelope of cash earlier, staring at the way that Dahlia is attending to Lewis, who is at least trying to behave. Once he has copies of everything and the money is in a neutral place, he places a harsh kiss on his greedy girl before tossing her in the direction of the thinner man, who instantly rights the girl.

Dahlia seems to like the manhandling, or not mind who she’s rubbing against, because she shows her appreciation by teasing the man’s cock through his jeans, lifting her leg against his side for an easier way to grind against him. Lewis chuckled from where he claimed a seat with a view of the bed.

He takes to the assault instantly, pressing his lips against hers cautiously, like he’s waiting to be scolded, but when it never comes he prys open her mouth to shove his tongue down her throat.

Dahlia doesn’t seem to mind, just making tighter circles with her hips and putting more weight against the tall man who doesn’t even stumble. Instead, he supports her leg against his side and picks her up, carrying her to the compact bed against the back wall.

He doesn’t just let her go to situate himself, but instead follows her through the fall, sealed together as a unit.

As much as Lewis is jealous about someone else touching what’s his, lust takes the forefront of his mind and overrules all his other emotions.

Watching his needy slut absolutely wreck havoc on another man, knowing at the end of this he gets to keep her, it was definitely a power trip.

The familiar sound of Dahlia cumming has him pulled back into the present, recognizing the position that easily allows for receiving head. Alex is kneeling on the floor, shoulders covered with the pale thighs that seem to occupy Lewis’ mind.

Alex stands, gently raising himself to keep Dahlia’s legs on his shoulders as he unbuckles his belt and flips up her dress to fully reveal her sex. A few inches higher would reveal the flaky cum that temporarily marks her.

Lewis, untrusting to a fault, tosses an unopened box of condoms towards the one-track mind fiends, and while the stranger readies himself Dahlia tears open the box and separates one of the three condoms, opening the first of the night and expertly rolling the latex onto his cock.

Overall, he expected the initial fuck to last longer with the amount paid, expecting the man to draw it out as much as he can. But within the first few strokes, the man was unloading himself, long strokes making the girl come undone for a second time. He fucks her through that orgasm, only pulling out for a second to tie off and replace the condom and starting again.

She’s on her elbows, giving porn stars a run for their money with the dopey look on her face and resounding moan that spreads through the cab with each filling motion. She’s making a point to do more than lay there and take his dick, using her legs to trap him in her body and pulling him onto her.

The stranger is whispering nonsense to Dahlia, but with how turned on she is and enthusiastic Lewis knows that it’s very appreciated. The two of them shoot off like rockets

Knowing that this won’t be a marathon, but longer than he’s comfortable sitting with, Lewis pulls his heavy cock. Each stroke is measured, and his eyes never leave the sight of Dahlia, who is now on top of the stranger that she’s quickly acquainting herself with.

She’s become crazed, impatient in waiting for more. She’s riding him with a fever, like the two orgasms he’s had weren’t enough and the three she’s been given isn’t doing any justice. And suddenly, they both stop for different reasons. Him with his orgasm, involuntary twitches that raise and lower Dahlia, and her face one of pleasure but apprehension. She makes eye contact with Lewis and informs him that the condom just broke.

“Fuck,” Lewis barks, tucking his dick into his pants but not bothering to button the jeans as he moves over to the two of them. Alex is rousing from his latest orgasm, confused at why his toy was pulled off his dick.

“Are you okay?” Lewis asks her, getting a quick nod in return as he carefully fishes out the shredded latex.

On his elbows, Alex watches and groans for two reasons as Lewis throws it into the trash, inspecting the damage done to Dahlia.

“As hot as that is, it’s not really ideal.” Lewis shoots daggers with his eyes, unable to disagree but still troubled.

“She’s not on birth control. She’s likely to get pregnant.” And as much as Lewis likes that idea, it’s not something that’s really come up. Their form of birth control has been over the counter procedures, for both before and after since she gets too sick with the medicine.

Dahlia leans up to whisper in Lewis’ ear. “I like the idea too. I don’t want kids right now, but hey, there are options we can choose from. Plus, we both know that you’ve been working my body overtime so I wouldn’t be shocked if I was already carrying your baby.”

It’s hard for Lewis not to have such a visceral reaction, but in the tight space there isn’t much he can do. He settles for demolishing her mouth, reaching down to her cunt to shove the other man’s cum into her. They’re both panting when he pulls away, and it’s easy to forget that she’s playing with another man’s dick with how pleading her eyes are.

“You want to have some babies, Little Girl?” She whimpers, and the man moans at the sight of her puffy sex being stuffed. She nods rapidly, climbing back onto the man without asking and impaling herself on his dick with no warning.

“You think that this stranger will be able to handle it and help breed you?” Dahlia starts hopping on the man’s dick like she’s a rabbit, and his hands steady her movements. Alex groans in turn with her, becoming drunk on the attention being received and his pleasure.

“Works for me, since she clenched hard around my cock at that idea. It’s not like I'll be doing anything but cumming inside of her anyways.” The men share a smirk, causing Dahlia to clench on Alex’s cock and reach for her favorite man’s cock.

When questioned about her motives, her answer was simple.

“I’ve got to make sure that once I wear him out, you’re ready to fuck me to sleep.”

Lewis, of course, was happy with that answer.

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As much as she misses the continuous vibration of the bike, Dahlia loves the semi-truck. Lewis still has his camera gigs, but the road trips take them to new heights and adventures. Their mandated stops leave new places to be explored and designated times that line up with the times she’s horniest. The slow build of her desire, the way that they plan out their next illicit affair.

It took about a month to get the gig driving a truck and involved with a dispatch, which was easier than most because Lewis already had everything else in order to start this job.

Shifting again in her seat, Dahlia squeezes her thighs together as she fights the constant arousal between her thighs, courtesy of the plug that she has in her ass to prepare her for her man. A hand falls on her stomach, imagining how long it will take for her to get pregnant. 

Every day, she’s been bred by him to get pregnant since they agreed to actually let it happen, but they’ve been fucking raw for three months now, having doubled the amount of times they fucked because of how insatiable they were. They’re entirely unsure of what they will do once her pregnancy is complete, but there is time and options.

She has some inklings, but her man is clueless as fuck.

Grinning as he steers the long trailer to their small rest stop, Lewis looks over to the girl who can’t seem to sit still since he bottomed out her new toy inside of her ass. It takes him a few minutes to park, so the pair sits there in silence until he pulls the keys from the ignition and leaves the cab before Dahlia can even unbuckle.

He materializes at her door, helping her out of the cab and dragging her to the back of the rear building without people traffic, looking like a partially abandoned structure. Dahlia doesn’t voice her questions aloud, only eyeing her partner from the corner of her eye. Lewis tugs her into a confined room, which seems like it was once a family restroom. Locking the door behind the both of them, Lewis’s eyes grow with desire as he watches Dahlia adjust to her surroundings.

The building is scarcely used, but clean enough and powered. Dahlia spins the small restroom before noticing what’s so different with it. The small hole in the wall was a decent indication filling her with excitement.

A glory hole.

It’s got arrows pointing to the hole, which is covered by a tin panel on their side to show it’s not in service, since it’s next to the mens restroom.

Dahlia pretty much thought they were some sort of urban myth, but with the way she was staring at one made her think she hadn’t looked hard enough. Lewis seemed to be proud of himself, removing his sweatshirt to reveal his threadbare t-shirt that she’s slept in a few times.

“I figured it would be a good as time as any to let you worship some cocks, since you just love giving head.” He gave her a look that would have made her blush if it wasn't true. There was something about sucking someone off to completion that got her so hot, and there was only so many times that Lewis could go.

Lewis pulls a few things from his sweatshirt pocket, including wipes that he explained were to clean the men before she sucks them off- hygiene- and a small tester that he explains is a quick indication of if someone is safe to pleasure. Fucking technology these days is crazy, but helpful.

Taking it a step further, Lewis demonstrates what to do, pulling the wipe along his own hardening cock and using the small test strips on the head of the cock before showing the color it should be if it’s safe.

“I’ll do it when you forget,” he offers with a smile, knowing how mindless she can be.

Wanting her to be bare, Lewis strips her and places a small pillow from the couch in the corner- which Dahlia now realizes is rare and weird for a restroom- right where she’ll be kneeling before unlocking the small trap door.

There is a sharp intake of surprise as the tin is opened, and all that Dahlia can see at first is a bare leg, standing facing the toilet. Slowly, the man on the other side faces her and curiously peers down to peek. From what she can see, he’s attractive enough and she gives him a small grin that he mirrors before fumbling to her with his cock standing at attention. He slowly guides himself into the hole, which prompts Lewis to hand her both of the items to rub down the stranger and test.

Clean.

The man’s cock was rapidly growing, fitting through the hole and rising with each anticipated second. Dahlia started him off easy, licking delicately up the vein that would deliver what she wanted most before she suctioned the head of the mans cock. His groan was loud, and it made Lewis chuckle slightly from next to her, pulling her hair from her face sweetly even as she was swallowing a strangers cock.

Her throat had the lovely feeling of use and her mouth was salivating with each groan and grunt that came from the little hole in the wall as she works the best she can with the circumstances.

Dahlia’s lips roll down the shaft twice more before the man’s grunts catch the attention of those around him, and seemingly waiting for a turn. Of what, she wasn’t completely sure.

Deciding that she wanted to see if it was for a chance at her, she sucked the life force out of the man through his dick, lips swollen with the suction and greedily lapping up as his hips jerked and spurts of cum started to fill her mouth.

Someone on his end was banging on the stall, but he doesn’t stop until he’s coming, instead flicking the latch open by what Dahlia hears inviting the other man into the stall. A sound of excitement trilled through the hole, and there wasn’t any hesitation in opening his pants to present his shaft.

The next stranger who presented his cock wasn’t of the lengthy variety, but girth as thick as her forearm that would stretch her so deliciously it was hard to not do a 180 and suck it into the vortex of her cunt. Noticing her shifty thighs and needy dilemma, Lewis reaches from behind her and teases the plug in her ass before scooping some of her juices back into her cunt, making her groan as she does the steps exactly as Lewis showed her as he fucks her with his fingers.

She desperately wants his cock with this strangers, but as soon as the test gives her the go ahead she’s sucking down his cock with the enthusiasm of a porn star. It fills her mouth and teases the back of her throat, her tongue working overtime to not gag herself and to work the cock in front of her.

A few grunts pass through the thin, carved hole as the plaster wall shakes with the force the stranger is thrusting his cock as he orgasms. In his haste, Dahlia gags on a particularly swift thrust before the man pulls completely out of her lips and covers her chest with his seed. She moans sultrily, licking the mans cock as he spills the last of his release and pulls away.

Her tits have pearls of cum on them, the small bits drying with the air. She leaves them there, loving the growl of possession that leaves her man and frowns at the lack of attention he’s getting. A reach of the hand and slight tug, Lewis spreads himself on the floor, which allows her to straddle him and face the hole.

The two of them love being connected like this, sex or no, and often find her in his lap in the middle of the night or when driving for long stretches. Lewis grins, a perfect view of his girl and the greedy pulses her cunt gives as she swallows strangers.

Seemingly, a line has formed in the little bathroom stall because as soon as one cock is drained a full one presents itself, this one black, long, and veins sticking out every which way with the thin skin of his cock.

Before the next cock got any attention, Dahlia leaned back to give a drawn kiss to her man in appreciation, clenching on him when he chuckled at her enthusiasm. She then went back to her careful ministrations, proving that this next cock was good to go before she got lost in the mindless tune of sucking and swallowing.

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A few people have tried the door, but when they found it was locked they walked away.

Her jaw ached and even without eating properly her stomach was full enough for a slight bulge for another reason than pregnancy. She’d sucked a total of seven cocks, with small interludes to bounce and edge Lewis as she waited for her next victim.

She only had to turn one person away, and Lewis had made a lot of people laugh, including her, when he screamed that he needed to get tested.

Pussy clenching again, she squeezed her thighs tighter around the prone body underneath her and prepared herself for a rough ride. She’s leaking all over the both of them, unable to help how horny she is from being covered and filled with so many strangers cum, dripping down her hardened peaks.

She’s spent the entire time locked in this room taking care of other men, so with a quick shut and lock of the outer cover, she digs in her knees to the tile floor and decides it’s time to show some real appreciation.

His hands use her hips as a handle, holding onto her like his life depends on it as her body burns. She circles her breasts with gentle hands, almost accidentally setting herself off but able to contain her orgasm.
She has one goal, and it’s please the one person who gives her every reason to live for. It’s easy to see the ecstasy on his face, and his control has been remarkable for the length of time she’s been soaking and squeezing his cock, so she doesn’t have to work much before he’s nearing his cliff.

Leaning down, Dahlia moans from the stimulation of her body, resting her sensitive chest against his as she works him over and over again. He pulls her down roughly, causing her to moan with delicious pleasure and pain when her nipples are dragged and her tongue is captured by Lewis, who takes dragging pulls.

“Thank you so much, Daddy,” she whispered to him, loving the drugging presence of him now that it was just the two of them.

A hand buried itself in her hair, keeping her close as Lewis pistons his hips up into her and works out the aggravation on her body from the constant edging. Of course, he enjoyed it as much as she did, but being denied for too long left him to ravage her.

She was screaming his name as back to back orgasms hit her.
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Leaving the small room on shaky legs, Lewis supports Dahlia as the walk to the rest stop to get showers. It’s dusk out, but they pass a group of leering and smirking men who seem to grab themselves as she passes. She hides her own sultry smile into Lewis’ sweatshirt he covered her with, winking at a few as she passes by.

Her partner drifted off as they entered the convenience store, heading to the counter to grab a shower pass as she strolled the aisles for snacks and drinks when a small pink box caught her eye. Burying it in her pile of food and other small toiletries, she heads to checkout before Lewis can return and hides it in her bag.

Steam clouds the room as Lewis starts the shower, but she takes two minutes to herself to confirm that her achy breasts, increased need, and food aversions and weird snacks.

“Come shower, Baby Girl,” Lewis demands from under the shower spray, and after disposing the positive pregnancy test, Dahlia does with a big grin on her face.

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Lewis has grown accustomed to this life. Traveling around and living on the road isn’t a life a lot of people choose for themselves, but it works for him and his woman.

He likes to fetch them both coffee, or now tea, in the mornings while she reads in bed. He loves the delicate care she takes of them all. He loves how he never gets tired of her, and any fights they have are mostly bickering that end in laughter.

He wants her to have a brand of ownership that everyone else will recognize, since she knows who she belongs to. He wants her to carry his name like she’s carrying his child.

Even now, he watches her as she rouses from sleep, stretching out on the king sized mattress in the nicer hotel they’re hosted in. The truck needed some service and repairs, so it’s an impromptu baby moon for the two of them.

There are times that the two of them aren’t sexual at all, just intimate. And if someone had told Lewis that a year ago that he was all but tied down, he would have asked if they were on drugs.

The intimacy was probably Lewis’ favorite part of it all. Not the sex or the companionship, but the level of connection that they shared either way.

It wasn’t currently the intimacy he was worried about, but the constant sexual need in her that he couldn’t feed. The only reprieve he got was when she was asleep, since she had no problem waking him up to get her fix.

Staring at the clock, he notices it’s almost time for their guests to arrive and he grins as he slips away from her clinging form. Dahlia is somewhere in the third trimester, her stomach sticking out further than her chest and consistently unable to do simple tasks that require her bending down.

The decision to place the child in a closed adoption was unanimous, and they’ve narrowed down the available couples to two groups, with another round of meetings before they formally decide.

Slipping on some loose pants, he walks out of the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. Lewis makes a quick stop at the luxurious bathroom and unhooks the phone to dial the simple number he knows from memory and tells the front desk to admit their visitors.

By the time the elevators in the hall open, he’s ready at the door. He meets the eyes of a busty redhead who can’t be too much older than his Dahlia, a feline grin on her face and excitement drawing on her features. His real concern is the tall man behind her, holding out his hand in greeting.

The redhead slides her body against the two men, but Lewis is unbothered as he got the heads up of her lusty behavior from Alex. Alex himself has been doing well with his routes, and in spending more time away from home he got his own piece of ass. The sex-driven redhead, Brynne, loves pleasure for any and all and doesn’t have some of the same morals that most do.

Lewis knows how Dahlia loved the last visit from the man, and with their current situation with Dahlia’s increased hormones and Alex’s additional partner, he knows it’s a quick sell.

“She’s sleeping still, but she’ll be so excited to play with you. The both of you,” Lewis clarifies when the minx next to him grazes his cock with her ass before sliding back against her partner and entering the hotel suite with confidence.

Spread out on the bed, Dahlia was snoozing with an arm over her eyes and a hand cradling her stomach. She had fallen asleep after Lewis had massaged lotion all over her body, but he knew that it would only be a short while until she woke up, thighs messy and body needy.

The new girl all but skipped towards the bed, hastily removing her threadbare dress and ditching it somewhere on the floor before sliding onto her stomach between the sleeping woman’s thighs, covered only by lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Dahlia’s belly sits high, not having dropped yet, which makes it easy for the younger girl to gently place her mouth to the sleeping woman’s pussy. The men can see part of the action from the doorway, Brynne rotating from pulsing suckling, long licks, and scooping movements of the tongue.

It’s slow for Dahlia to come around, but it’s easy to see the twitch of her muscles and the pants of her breath. Her hands eventually shoot into the hair of the redhead and demand more as she wakes up, confusion showing on her face until she sees Lewis and Alex standing next to each other, the latter palming his cock through the rough jean material.

Dahlia blinks twice at the men, then looks down to the busty woman between her thighs that she can barely make out over her stomach.

“Well, hello.” She grins at the woman, who instantly plants kisses along Dahlia’s bikini line before moving aside when she’s tapped on the shoulder. Not a complaint flies from her mouth, instead moving up the bed and to the chest of the pregnant woman, suckling on her chest.

Alex nudges his way between her open thighs, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his wide as hell cock that left a delicious ache between her thighs for days last time.

Dahlia licks her lips as Brynne pulls back from her boobs, lips splattered in milky white milk. Brynne then kneels over Dahlia, offering her lips to Alex as he pushes into the pregnant woman’s hot pussy.

He swallows the offered liquid from Brynne before breaking away on a moan.

“Jesus, did you get tighter?” Alex licks his lips, raising her knees up and using them as leverage with his shallow thrusts, trying to get her used to the length.

Lewis only shifts closer to watch, his fingers trailing over Dahlia’s exposed skin as she moaned with the intrusion. Brynne arranges the pillows above her head for support, before resting on them and pulling Dahlia up the bed with help from Lewis. Brynne leans over the prone body to suckle on her exposed skin, Lewis’ hands trailing over her chest and gently squeezing each breast and rubs her swollen stomach, and Alex slowly working his way into Dahlia’s body.

Lewis takes his damp fingers, product from her full breasts, and rolling them clean in his mouth with a groan of ecstasy. “She definitely has gotten tighter, counterproductive as that seems for her body right now,” Lewis answers the redundant question from the man who is drawing out small moans from the bred woman. Intrigued by the muffled sound, he sees that the new woman is now stripped of her see through bra and is drawing out long, delicate kisses from the mother of his child. The kind of kisses that only women are capable of.

Not one to miss out in lavishing his woman in attention, and craving more of that sickly sweet milk, Lewis bends his head to the offered tits. His mouth takes a detour, teeth scraping the redheads rosy nipple in a way that sends a shudder through her body but never looses suction in her kiss. If anything, her movements become more needy. Intrusive.

Landing his mouth on the full tit and suckling, one hand works his fly open to take out his screaming cock while the other moves to the redhead’s back. Fingers trace their way over the curve of her ass before grazing the bud of her ass and swiping over the cooling mess of arousal that’s flowing from her.

Her sharp inhale from pressure to where she needs it most, based on the way her thighs have started to clench, match her lovers as he works himself over and over in the body of Dahlia. His gaze is glued to where Lewis is now connected with his plaything.

Knowing that the redhead is worked up, Lewis swiped his fingers through the material once more before pulling away enough to lift the offending material out of the way and tunnel his fingers into her hole. Hard.

Brynne jars at the movement, removing herself from the kiss with a fire in her eye and a blissed look on her face. Lewis raises a brow, almost in challenge as Dahlia’s moans grow louder and more frequent, her body pulsing from the heavy thrusts that Alex is serving her.

Brynne rocks on her knees and elbows once, twice, against Lewis’ cruel yet intense rhythm of his fingers before she swiftly moves away from him and rounds the bed. He lifts his head, kissing the tender teat that has started to flow in anticipation as Brynne pushes the large man back towards the chair in the corner. Right next to the bed and a great view with how to watch their others loose themselves in lust. Still covered in clothes outside his weeping cock, he heaves heavy breaths as the redhead girl falls to her knees and latches onto his cock with the same amount of enthusiasm as she’s given to Dahlia.

Alex grins from his spot on the bed, Dahlia squeaking her orgasm with her hips wide open and panting heavy as she gains the cock drunk look in her eyes. Nodding to the woman on the floor, he smiles as he says “She likes it hard. Make it hurt a little,” before flipping Dahlia over and mounting her like a stallion. There is a small reprieve before she’s coming again and a pillow is added for support under her.

Looking down, Brynne’s eyes light up at the prospect before nodding, choking on the thick dick with ease. Carefully wrapping a hand around thick tresses of hair and pulling her completely off his dick. She’s still gasping for air as he pushes her back down, thrusting his hips enough that her gag reflex kicks in and he holds her there.

Lewis inspects her carefully, taking in every signal her body is giving as Alex starts to rub Dahlia down with care as he fucks her into another orgasm.

Her eyes are watery, but he feels shallow breaths against the base of his cock. Her tongue is working a mile a minute in motions that would drive any man to his knees. Her thighs are squeezing together, even without the constraints of being between his legs.

Damn, does she enjoy being handled. And he’s not one to disappoint.

While he provides Dahlia with her needs for others, Lewis hasn’t quite scratch that itch himself. There have been looks from interested women, and sly touches from them when Dahlia wasn’t looking, but he’s always been content by the girl that has understood him as he’s understood her.

This interaction seems somehow different from his self-inflicted short leash. While Dahlia might be plowed into another guy right now, Lewis has no worry that she will burrow into his side to soothe herself to sleep. And while most times, Lewis has complete control of Dahlia in the bedroom, he almost feels disrespecting her by allowing himself pleasure from Brynne.

That’s until she catches his eye from her currently folded position below Alex, assesses his situation, grins widely and nods excitedly, right before lust completely takes over her features and sanity again and her body submits to another orgasm.

The four of them move in tandem for a while. Dahlia riding Alex until she’s tired, Brynne servicing Lewis until her jaw aches and she can’t take the building tension, Alex holding steady in Brynne’s cunt as Lewis claims her asshole and they wait for Dahlia to rouse. The girls playing with each other. The girls driving themselves crazy for their men. The men playing with the girls. The men fucking them.

Their sweaty end is much like they started, Dahlia on her back as Alex pushes her to cum with shallow thrusts. Brynne is pushed over the side of the bed, legs corralled by Lewis as he fucks her pussy raw and leaves bruises where his fingers hold her, Brynne gently kissing Dahlia.

Dahlia’s asleep when their guests leave the same way they came, both now ready for a post-coital meal and nap, but Lewis has some business to attend to before he can follow his comrades plan of action. Water is rushing from the bathroom, the sound echoing like an alert to hustle.

Making a stop at his suitcase, Lewis digs out the small ring and slides it onto his future wife’s finger before scooping her up and placing her in the steaming bath, climbing in after his sleeping beauty.

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Lewis was alone.

Sitting at some seedy bar off the highway, he was experiencing some twisted kind of deja vu. The past thirteen months of his life has been a whirlwind he would have never expected, and the end wasn’t one he could have anticipated.

He picked up his watered down and overpriced drink, lifting it to his lips as the bar grew rowdier with each second. Sports games played overhead, speakers blared live music, and more and more people surround his seat for drinks and food orders.

Lewis still filled the seat he sat in, but that didn’t stop the women surrounding him from brushing up against his arms, offering to buy him drinks, and attempting to bring the lumberjack-like man home.

Still, he sat nursing his drink and ignoring the interested crowd. It wasn’t until a light finger traced from his bicep to his inner wrist that he paid attention. The nail was painted black, and the woman was sporting a sizable stone on her married finger. The scent of pine and eucalyptus filled his lungs, the two scents that normally wouldn’t match mixing together like an intoxicating cocktail.

“Hey, handsome. Can I buy you a drink?”

The grunt that poured from his chest was more of a rumble, spreading his legs a little wider into the space that the woman stood. Taking it as an invitation, the woman steps over the leg in her space, perching her body on Lewis’ inner thigh. Conveniently where his dick was resting. She falls slightly, forcing him to grab her by her leg, hand slipping between her thighs in a secure hold.

A curtain of dark locks come into his vision, creamy skin encased in a red lace dress. Sinful hips that push against his lap as she waves down the bartender, oblivious to the jealous looks shot her way from other patrons.

A two new sets of drinks are set in front of the pair, making him reach up to drag the drinks to the edge of the bar. The music playing from the band in the corner is loud, and with the chatter of the crowd she has to raise her voice slightly.

“How’s your night big guy?” Her voice is heavy with lust, picking up her drink and swirling it around in the cup, her eyes smoking as she stares him down. The hand between the new girl’s thighs rub once, fingers flexing slightly against her creamy skin. His larger thumb can feel the heat radiating from her, her thighs pulsing as they squeeze together.

“It got a lot better, girl. You came walking into this bar, choosing me, sitting on my lap like you own it.” Lewis lifts his glass, sipping on the cheaper liquor. It’s a bar, but it’s a cheap one. Their most expensive liquor was still cheap, but great profit for the cost of it.

“Don’t I?” Staring at the man who has her enthralled in more ways than one, she lifts her own glass and takes a large sip, a breath shuddering out from her as it burns it’s way down her throat and pools heat into her stomach.

“Any girl who lets me cum inside her, knock her up, marries me, and continues to follow me around owns me.”

The girl in his lap twists and moves closer to the man, running one hand up and down his burly chest as the other drops the glass and lifts to his neck. She leans into him and kisses his ear, licking the shell before whispering into it. “Good thing that all of those apply to me, right Daddy? Guess that word has a double entendre now, doesn't it?”

His hand glides across her flatten stomach, skating to the curves that thankfully never left. Dahlia crosses both her legs over Lewis’ lap, making him hold her more securely to his body.

Holding her with one strong arm, he grabs his glass and tosses the rest of it back, welcoming the slow burn to add to his rising body temperature. Dahlia shifts on his lap, secure in her place but grinding her ass against his length with clear intent.

“Time to close out the tab, then.” With a lift of her hand, she flags down the bartender again and slips a twenty. Lewis turns in his seat and stands, holding Dahlia by the waist and letting her legs fall as soon as he shifts away from the bar and strides towards the back hallway. Dahlia grins at the jealous suitors and gives a teasing face as Lewis carries her by the waist.

Blissfully in the clear, Lewis shoulders his way into the mens bathroom, dropping Dahlia on her heeled feet as the door shuts behind them.

Surprisingly, the room is empty but he knows that it wont be long until someone stumbles inside. Rushing Dahlia against the furthest wall, he tugs her dress over her ass and slaps the creamy skin. Without his support, she carefully places her hands against the wall, turning her cheek to watch her man work her over. Lewis growls while he watches the skin bloom red, moving her panties aside to work his digits slowly into her.

Her moan is a rattling cry, making her pull her hand from the wall and slap it over her mouth, not waiting for a reprimand from her lover. Still, he pulls his hands out of her to deliver a swift smack to her clit. 

“Quiet, girl. I can’t have the whole bar knowing that my slutty girl is in here, begging for dick. There would be a line out the door,” Lewis mutters, using his hands to undo his belt and pull out his cock, stroking it a few times before notching it at her slit.

He can feel the heat pouring off of her, and in shallow thrusts he works himself inside the throbbing cunt that he owns.

Behind her hand, Dahlia moans and her supporting arm shakes against the wall. Her body grows weaker as Lewis’ thrusts become stronger, working into her and bottoming out before starting the process again.

Lewis doesn’t ever loose stride, his dry hand winding itself into her hair to tilt her head back and his other hand finding it’s way to her stomach, pushing on where his cock is internally to add to the intensity.

Dahlia’s shuddering breath makes him grin until he releases a groan at the way that she feels. Lewis lessens his grip on her stomach as he pulls out, only to pull her to him as he bottoms out in her. Her lone hand barely makes contact with the wall anymore, fingertips being the main support with the drives that Lewis makes into her body.

Testing his control on her body, she lets go of the wall and moves to pull her tits from the dress, letting them bounce and swing.
“What a good wife you are, baby girl. Taking your husbands cock when he wants it and where he needs it, don’t you?” The girl in question nods to the best of her ability with he control on her head, the slowly punishing drives making it more drugging with the counteracting tingles on her scalp.

“Move your fucking hand and give me your mouth.” Lewis jerks her head back, sealing his mouth over hers as a whimper flies from her mouth and lands right into Lewis’ awaiting mouth.

Each thrust pulls her dress up her hips and on a particularly hard thrust up, the door swings open.
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The man that walks into the bathroom has to blink his eyes a few times to register what’s going on. He came to drink away his sorrows after he broke up with his girlfriend, and now is a little drunk and a little confused.

Because it looks like a man is just thrusting against the wall until a feminine moan flutters through the space.

Stepping into the enclosed room, the door sounds like it slams shut but the people he’s staring at don’t stop, don’t slow, don’t even flinch.

The man tries, he swear he tries to not look as he takes a leak and carefully stuffs his growing cock back into his pants. But he ends up staring, leaving his dick in his hand and moving in slow strokes.

“You’ve got another admirer, girl. Look at him watching you get this cock drilled into you,” the larger man demands, his voice deep and fitting for his stature. Taller than his six feet, he probably has four inches and at least fifty pounds on him.

As soon as the woman turns, the man cant help but fully harden. Lust coats her features, her eyes heavy and her mouth swollen.

A slow grin pulls at her face as she eyes his figure. He knows he’s not a bad looking guy, but there’s some sort of twisted validation in how he’s viewed by this gorgeous woman.

Maybe it’s rose-colored glasses from the beers he’s had, or maybe it’s the shock of it all, but the woman frowns in concentration even as her eyes unfocus from the steady thrusts that are delivered to her body.

“Honey, he looks sad.” Her voice is so sweet, even plagued with desire. The man slows his thrusts to glance over at the sad man in question, grunting either at the bliss of getting laid or the words falling from his lovers mouth.

“How sad can he be if he’s watching you. You just want an excuse to make him feel better.” He doesn’t sound exasperated, just accepting and amused? That can’t be right.
“It makes everyone feel better,” she argues. The built man hums a noise of assent before using the hand in her hair to lower her head. The position forces him to support her waist as her head is adjusted to the perfect height to suck him off.

Her swollen lips pout when he continues to stare and as feeling her displeasure, her lover, possible husband, glares at the newcomer.

“Do I have to command you too? She wants to make you feel better, so let her do what she wants to do. She’s a temptress who wants to spend the wealth.”
She licks her lips as he steps forward, cautiously hovering in front of her before the man at her back drives into her with force, sending her onto the waiting cock. 

It takes three seconds to react to her, but her wicked tongue and ease to swallow his length makes it impossible to stay immobile. Testing the waters, he lifts his shirt to mimic the thrusts from her other end- albeit shallower than the dominating man who is unbothered by his wife’s wants or that she’s swallowing another man’s dick.

A shudder and a deep moan sounds from the woman, sending vibrations down his length as the man continues his deep thrusts. She keeps herself planted on the task in front of her. 

Euphoria spreads through the man as her tongue drags up back up his length and tongue the sensitive slit, setting him off. She grins as he starts to cum, letting him paint her chin before sucking the head of his cock and swallowing him with little whines.

Her body starts to jar as her husband drives his release deep into her, slapping her ass on the opposite side of where a red handprint lies. He keeps muttering something about ‘still being tight’ and something about child birth. When the stranger removes himself from her mouth and steps away, the girl below him grins and looks up at him proud of herself and he smiles at her joy. 

With that, he turns and walks out the door, stuffing himself back into his pants and refraining from whistling a tune.

“See, I made him feel better.”
That she did.
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Surprisingly, the lone man was their only visitor while Dahlia was indecent. She has a pleased smile on her face, sitting on the sink counter and letting Lewis remove the traces of their encounter. Removing just enough to walk out of the bar and back to their hotel room for the night.

The past two months have been lovely, settling in one place for a couple of months after the birth of their child, a boy, and finalizing the private adoption. The adoptive parents were thankful for their bundling pride and joy, unable to naturally have kids of their own. 

Dahlia and Lewis were invited to have visitation, invites to any events, and the ask if they have more kids that they take in the kids.

The couple was happy with how things settled, and the offer to stay in their sons life was a blessing in disguise. Dahlia didn’t realize the want or the need to be a part of her sons life, even if she wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility of motherhood just yet.

Lewis helps her off the counter after fixing her underwear to catch any remaining seed. “How about a good soak when we get back to the room, yeah?” Lewis’ offer is soft compared to his outright demeanor, showing a side that veery few people get to see.

“Add in a cuddle afterwards and you’ve got yourself a deal, husband.” Lewis’ lips quirk up at the edges.

“Anything you wish, baby girl.”