Filial Scorn - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Filial Scorn - Part 2

... replied, after which Danny  took her to a restaurant to have an excellent meal.

'That was delicious,' she smiled, 'Thanks.'

'If you were a flexible lezzy, fur-pie could be your dessert,' Danny teased her.

'You never eat it, now do you?' she retorted.

'I'm allergic to sloppy seconds,' he quipped as he drove to the cafe.

Wearing a policeman's uniform according to a plan he'd devised, Tim entered her 'outdoor brothel', with Danny rolling her window down.

'Proposition him,' he said.

'Want a date, honey?' Linda crooned.

'How much?'

'Nothing,' - and Danny retrieved the cash from her purse before handing it to his boss.

'You aren't bribing me, are you, bitch?' Tim growled.

'No, u-h-h-h, yes, sir!' she stammered in confusion.

'Step outside the vehicle! You're under arrest!' he ordered her.

She did; the fake-cop handcuffed her wrists behind her, unbuttoned his trousers, pushed her into a squat and directed his 8-inched penis into her throat.

'Mutt! Gnaw this!' he rasped.

'Do it, mongrel!' Danny extended the canine theme.

It then occurred to her that Tim's cock was a 'steak dinner', though once Danny had left his car and Tim vacated her oral pit, he released her.

'You're lucky! You aren't going to jail!' he scoffed as the men jizz-soiled her evening gown 

Having done that, they sang: - 'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear twit, happy birthday to you!' while she moaned, 'Thank you so, so much!'