“You like it?” I asked. “Just keep sucking like that, you dirty little slut.” It wasn’t the first time that Mr. Smith called me a slut. Be...ore, when I had sucked his cock along with Mrs. Smith, he had called me a slut many times. Mrs. Smith told me that her husband loved talking dirty to a woman during sex. I also liked being called a slut or whore. For Mr. Smith, I was a slut and his wife was a whore. “Fuck my mouth, Mr. Smith,” I said. Mr. Smith was always acting a little soft towards me. She was wearing black cotton leggings, to the calves, and a loose fitting t-shirt with the logo of the Hard Rock Café on it. I began running my hand and arm up in between her breasts on the outside of her t-shirt, letting her tits rise and fall with their own weight, surrounding my hand. This was a show for my buddy Mark, as well as a preparation for what might happen next, kind of getting used to the idea of openly displaying her. I brought Michelle's hand to my crotch, and made her rub my. .” another moaned as it licked my ass. “Oh, yes! Use my ass! You can stick your cock wherever you like!”The lemure moved. His cock phased through my thigh sending a ripple of ecstasy up to my pussy. I shuddered as another small cum burst in my depths. My mind was assaulted with bliss. The cock slid up to my ass and became corporeal right before plunging into my tight sphincter.I was stuffed full of spiritual cocks. The lemures hissed and moaned as they fucked me. Both their shafts reamed me.. I lifted up to allow her to remove the garment. She returned to her task, digging her fingers into my naked flesh and kneading it like dough.Olivia descended my body, removed my shoes and socks then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. She attacked my upper thighs with consummate skill, unravelling all the knots.I vaguely sensed as she stood to survey my ageing frame. After a rustle of movement, she climbed back on top of me. It took a few seconds for me to detect the subtle change.