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“And that’s when you- one sec, Mikey, just hold on- you see right here?”

Jack’s hand smoothed over Robby’s back where the older man was draped over a sex pillow. Robby’s muscles weren’t as accustomed to presenting yet, the wedge allowing him to be slack and rested. His arms were cuffed at the small of his back, leaving him prone to Jack’s ministrations. Dennis leaned forward in his chair next to the bed, peering at where Jack was stroking Robby’s shivery inner thighs. “You can see riiiight here, these little lumps on his thighs where the scent glands are starting to form.” Jack explained, and Dennis nodded absentmindedly. He couldn’t focus exactly where Jack was pointing when the man was rolling his hips into Robby’s hole, pressing his half-formed knot against his rim. Dennis pressed the heel of his palm against his own hard knot.

“Gonna be such a good ‘mega, huh Robby?” Jack crooned, setting his hands on Robby’s hips and rocking into him with smooth thrusts. “Meeting all the milestones, getting such a pretty little cunt right here..”

Robby whined into the pillow under his head, his hands floundering for a second until Jack tangled their fingers together. Robby’s scent was already sweetening, the notes of cinnamon and tobacco sweetening into something richer and sweeter.

When Jack’s knot slotted home Robby jerked and cried out into the fabric of the wedge pillow, his small cock squirting weakly with clear, watery slick. Jack kissed his broad, hairy back before looking at Dennis. “If you grab some water and the sliced fruit I might even let you eat out his new cunt.” Jack purred, chuckling at the speed that Dennis shot up out of his chair. .

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He parked in the garage, got out and walked around to the passenger side door, reached in to unbuckle her seatbelt for her, pulled her out of the car. He carried her inside, her face buried in his neck, rubbing her cheek against his beard.

"Did you have fun, Tori?" Robby cooed as he carried her down the hall to the guest bedroom.

"Mmm, yeah," she sighed.

"You had a lot, didn't you, baby?" Robby asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as he set her down on the bed.

"'S not my fault, Trinity kept ordering," she pouted.

"It's okay, sweetie, Daddy's not upset," Robby soothed, "You're so cute like this." His fingers caressing her cheek before his hands moved lower. He trailed his fingers down her front, pinching her nipples through the lacy top she was wearing (without a bra, he noted to himself), until they found their way under her mini skirt, his large hand cupping her through her panties. "You're wet for me, baby," Robby said, voice low and gravelly.

Victoria whined, squirming at his touch, "Daddy..."

"Yes, Tori?"

"Want more," she said, pouting up at him.

Oh he was well and truly fucked, her eyes so big and and pleading, lip pushed out in desperation, and that far gone look in her eyes. She was so drunk, Robby should know better, he does know better. Whether or not he cared, though? That's a different story entirely.

She started rolling her hips into the hand still cupping her cunt. Robby used his other hand to hold her hip down, "Be patient, Tori," he warned.

She whined again but stilled nonetheless. "Please, Daddy," she asked, looking up at him, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Can't say no to you, can I?" he said with a light laugh, hands leaving her body to undo his belt.

As he shucked his pants off, Victoria eagerly pushed her panties off. She reached for the hem of her top before Robby grabbed her wrist, "Leave the skirt and shirt on, baby, Daddy likes how you look in them." Her hands dropped to her side instantly, nodding with fervor.

Robby got his pants and boxers off, discarding them on the floor, and moved onto the bed between Victoria's legs. "Let me see you, Tori," he instructed lowly.

Victoria spread her legs, flipping her skirt up to give Robby a better view of her cunt. It was flushed and swollen and glistening from how wet she was.

"Oh you're so wet for me, Tori," Robby cooed, running one finger through her folds, barely grazing over her clit. "Alcohol makes you so horny, huh, baby girl? So desperate after just a few drinks? A little girl who can't control herself, isn't that right?"

Victoria whined, trying to hide her face behind her arms.

"Ah-ah, no hiding, baby," Robby said, pulling her arms back to her sides.

"Daddy, please," she moaned, legs spreading impossible wider.

"Shh, I'll take care of you, don't worry," Robby said, slipping two fingers into the wet heat of her cunt. Slowly pumping in and out, working her open for his cock. "Shit, baby, so tight for me. Can't wait to get inside you."

"Need it, please," she begged, hips rocking to meet his fingers, "Need you, Daddy."

"Patience, sweetheart, patience," he cooed.

He worked her open for a few more minutes before pulling his fingers out. He moved to sit against the headboard, "C'mere, baby, Daddy wants you to ride him."

Victoria clumsily sat up and moved to straddle Robby, the alcohol impairing her movements. Once on Robby's lap she moved to kiss him, wet and messy and, fuck, he could taste the booze on her breath.

He indulged her for a moment before fingers tangled in her and pulled her back, "C'mon baby, on my cock, you were so eager for it earlier."

He held his cock for her as she lined herself up, slowly sinking down, moaning at the stretch. She never got used to it, she never wanted to, she loved how big he felt inside of her. "So full," she breathed out once fully seated, burying her face in his neck.

"You feel so good, baby, so tight for me," Robby praised, hands finding her hips to guide her to begin riding him.

She moved herself up and down on his cock, whining and moaning as her clit rubbed against his stomach and his cock hit her g-spot. They went on like that for a few minutes, slow leisurely fucking, it almost felt like making love.

Until she stopped abruptly, trying to pull herself off Robby's cock, but his hands wouldn't let her go.

"Tori, what's wrong, baby? Don't you want to keep going?" Robby cooed.

"Need to go," she insisted, "Bathroom, 'm gonna- I need to-"

"Shh, Tori," Robby soothed, "It's okay you can go, just stay with Daddy, let go."

"'S gross," she complained, face buried in his neck again.

"Not gross, sweetie, I promise," Robby said, barely containing the lust in his voice. "Daddy likes when his little girl is messy."

"Noooo, don't wanna be messy," Victoria complained.

Robby removed a hand from her hip and moved it to press over her stomach, over the waistband of the skirt she still wore, making her squirm on his cock even more, "Shh, let go for me," he cooed as he began thrusting up into the wet heat of her cunt. "Make a mess for me baby girl."

She began rocking her hips again, face not leaving Robby's neck, cunt clenching around his cock. Her moans became higher pitched, her whines more frequent, until suddenly Robby felt a warm wetness in his lap as her cunt began to clench erratically around his cock. Cumming on his cock as she let her bladder empty on him.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby, doing so good for me," he rasped, fucking to into her harder. "Wetting yourself so prettily for, Daddy, baby. Gonna cum in you, make you even messier."

"Please, please, wan' it, please," she was practically sobbing out her pleas, desperate for Robby.

He thrust up one last time, finishing deep inside her. He held her there for a few minutes as he came down before pulling her off and laying her down on the bed. In the wetness that came from her.

Robby moved to lay between her legs, pushing her skirt up (and, fuck, it was soaked), and putting her mouth to her pussy.

Her hands shot down to his hair, futilely trying to push him away, "Nooo, it's gross, Daddy, don't! I'm messy!"

Robby pulled back to look at her, "Shh baby, let Daddy take care of his little girl, gonna clean you up," he said before diving back in. His tongue licking up his own cum, her piss, and her slick. The tastes of each mingling on his tongue. He groaned as he lapped at her, moaned as he sucked on her clit.

"Gonna- gonna cum, daddy can I cum?" she begged from above him.

"Make a mess in my mouth, sweetie," he said, pulling back just enough to speak before getting back to work.

She came hard, and Robby swallowed every drop of her wetness he could get. Continuing to lick and suck at her folds until she was overstimulated and crying out for him to stop. (And, maybe, a little past that too).

When he finally pulled back he flipped her skirt back down, a sorry excuse for modesty after what he'd done with her. He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom and into the en suite bathroom.