Dad And Sophie Part 17 - Sex Stories

Dad And Sophie Part 17

... Especially her husband in the green check jacket should know. The two guys were laughing their heads off at this and generally making comments about what a slut she was and if they could fuck her next time. Just this conversation had Tracy all worked up, and you could tell she was close to coming again as the second cock of the night passed her lips.

Given where she was, I speeded up with a couple of deep thrusts, and as if on cue, she came hard and muffled around the cock she was sucking. The guy seemed to enjoy this extra suction. Soon the third guy was standing at the curtain being told by the second guy what the score was, what a great mouth this slut had on her, and to make sure when he was finished, the green check guy in the queue knew what a slut his wife was

The same situation was repeated for what seemed like a couple of hours. Guys fucked her face. They finally came, painted her face, tits and back before being cleaned off, zipped up and replaced by the next guy in the queue. I kept fucking her at a leisurely pace, keeping the orgasms coming for her, too, just like Sophie had taught me. I knew that if I sped up, I could make myself come, but it would spoil the blowjob. Tracy had already prepared me for this.

As soon as her husband got into her mouth, she wanted me to fuck her with the intensity she knew I was holding back. Make her come again and again and ruin Simon's blow job. So many guys came using Tracy's mouth before Simon appeared down the steps. I ...

... thought he might be angry, but Mister no-nonsense upstairs had prepared him well. He didn't even try to pull off the guy fucking his wife's face, as I think the guy was expecting to happen.

He had practically wanked himself off whilst watching as the last but one guy finished, knowing the husband would be downstairs soon. He came pretty much as Simon appeared, painted Tracy's tits and zipped himself up quickly. Taking my cue, I started to fuck Tracy as hard and fast as possible, and she began to have an almost continuous orgasm as Simon held her head and stared into her eyes. He didn't even get his cock out, just waited until I finished, thanked me and closed the curtain.

I left immediately and dressed in the bar area before returning up the stairs. Georgio was there waiting for me to continue our earlier discussion. It seems he finds my conversation similar to my father's, which is probably true. While we chatted, I was shocked when my father arrived and came over to join us. He seemed pretty comfortable with the fact that his wife, my stepmother Sophie was fucking two guys downstairs. He was waiting until she finished.

Dad seemed to want to tell more about how he and Georgio met. They kept jumping over each other as the story unfolded. The short version is that the bar has been in his family for over one hundred years when it was a whorehouse. His grandfather was a bit of a minor mafioso by all accounts, and he turned it into a bar upstairs and a pickup joint for ...