On Saturday at closing time she would accept hundred-dollar tips from the patrons and give them a half-hour time slot to fuck her. When the bar closed...at two in the morning she would hand out as many tickets as she could sell. The Strip Club was closed on Sunday’s so it worked out good for her.My Dad apparently had a strange desire. Every week he bought the very last ticket. He loved her sloppy wet hole I guess. In fact he loved it so much that he had decided to marry it. Candice told him that. "Your cum bucket man. " I pull her knickers down as she spreads her legs wider. A long white dick springs out slapping my face."What the fuck..." I utter. I feel the other girl behind me yanking my jeans down my thighs exposing my butt. "Suck my cock cum bucket!" The girl behind me holds my head and moves my head forward forcefully. Her friend guides her hard cock at my closed mouth. "Open up bitch!" She pinches my nostrils. I reflexively open my mouth which is immediately filled with cock. I. She slowed down the pumping of the vibrator and allowed my orgasm to partially subside. No sooner had my spasms stopped she started on my clit again increasing the vibrator. I didn’t think I would be able to cum again so quick but was really surprised when I started to tense up again, this time as I came I felt myself dribble some thin liquid out which Stacey sucked up greedily, she confirmed I had just squirted a little bit and continued to try and make me cum again. My cunt and clit started. His pocket square was red. How matchy. “Nice suit,” I said with a smile. “Nice dress, matches my pocket square.” He didn’t smile. He sat down, crossed his legs and looked at me. I felt hot, and when I say hot, I mean I felt the heat in a full blasting air conditioned room. I opened my notes. “We’ll start from where we stopped last time. Is that alright with you?” “Yes it is.” “Why are you here now?” “The first day, I was here because my wife said so. The next day, I was interested.” “Interested.