Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... reply. [Those pictures I have are between friends. I could never betray my girl by spreading them around. But don't worry. I have a plan to help you get some hot naked pics of your very own.]

That sounded ominous. Daren took a deep breath and gambled that one more question wouldn't test Renee's patience.

[One more thing, mistress. Gina still hasn't come home, and I am starting to get a little worried. You haven't seen her or anything, have you?]

The reply text wasn't long in coming.

[I don't fucking know. I thought you were her husband, puppy! You should know better than anyone what your whore of a wife is doing. I don't have time for this, Cucky. I'm already late for practice. Follow Charlie's directions and standby for hot daughter pic plan.]

And with that, she was gone. Daren took a shaky breath, his anxiety spiking even higher. His mouth twisted in disgust as he grabbed both pairs of soiled panties and headed to his daughter's room, but his cock cage had never felt tighter.

...

Riding back to Victor's house was an exercise in humiliation, but Gina was growing accustomed to the feeling by now. Victor had made her sit on a towel so as not to smear his leather seats with the smelly mess on her skin. She felt like a dog.

Victor kept the conversation light. As if he hadn't just declared his intention to fuck her silly. Just the thought of it filled Gina either a bubbling feeling of mixed dread and arousal. The powerful, dominant, impeccably dressed ...

... asshole next to her was planning to fuck the skanky, filthy whore she currently felt like.

Gina wiggled a little in her seat, flushed at the thought of the power imbalance that Victor had effortlessly engineered. She was grateful for the towel suddenly. Otherwise, with her lack of panties, Victor might have noticed a wet spot when she got out of the car.

After an uncomfortably long ride, they finally arrived back at Victor's place. At this point, Gina knew that it should hold terrible associations for her, but all she could think about was Victor's massive cock, and what was going to happen next.

Victor walked around the car and opened the door for her, whistling aimlessly.

"First things first, Kitten," he said, wrinkling his nose and curling his lip slightly, "we need to get you cleaned up. You smell like a low tide."

Gina scowled "And who's fault is that, asshole? You jizzed all over me then threw me in jail over night!"

Victor threw his head back and laughed. "Fair point. I'm still not fucking you while you look and smell like a five-dollar whore. Come on."

He gestured towards the house, and Gina felt she had no choice but to follow.

Once inside, Victor led her to a large, spotlessly clean bathroom. While Gina stood marveling at the tasteful luxury, Victor walked over to the huge, stone-lined shower, and With a twist of a knob, started a spray of steaming hot water from ceiling-mounted rain shower head.

Then he turned towards Gina, a predatory look ...