"Yes!" There was a fervor in the man's brown eyes. "Please, Lord. Take her. She has fertile soil ready to be tilled." So fertile," moaned the wife as ... massaged her breasts. "And wet. You will be most satisfied if you till me."I grabbed her hand and brought it to my cock. "Does this feel more than adequate to the task?"She gave me a squeeze. "What a large tool," she shuddered. "Come. Our house is right here."Aoifa giggled beside me as the wife led me inside her house, her husband following. She was backing up on me matching me with each stoke and pushing back harder and harder as we got more into it. "Oh my god yes" "Right there right there" "There it is" "Don't stop" "Harder" "Hit me" "Slap me" "Oh my god harder" were just some of the things she was saying as I fucked her horny cunt as hard as I could. I was slapping her ass and fucking my prick in and out of her slapping in between strokes. Her ass was so red now and I could feel myself starting to come. She must have felt it. Yes..."Angilee answered, her voice barely audible.She stood in front of his desk in the back room of a dingy pool hall. There were three other women, Jean and two other whores or "hos" as they were referred to in this part of town. Angilee did not know the other two, nor did she know the four other men who stood around the room, obviously confidants and bodyguards for the pimp, tacky in a gray sharkskin suit, pink shirt and neon purple tie."Then show me the merchandise!" he grinned, his gold. The tears soaked her pillow as her body continued to shake in the aftermath of her daddy catching her at the refrigerator without a stitch on her body. “What had she been thinking!” was the silent thought she had to herself. Molly had wanted to be comfortable after a long day of classes at the high school and being nude made her comfortable. She never banked on someone being home. Especially her daddy.Finally, Molly’s shaking had subsided and she uncurled her body and slung the covers off of.