THE GIVER OF COCKS 4 (futa/M/F)

Here is the next Chap. Plan another two. PLEASE READ the other chaps if you haven't. They are in the Stories Section. It'll make sense that way. Enjoy.

THE GIVER OF COCKS 4

The next morning Millie and Tracy were nervous. “Okay, what are we gonna do?” the young girl whined.

“Shut up honey. I’m thinking. Wait a minute!”

“What what?”

“I’m thinking of us making a visit to this asshole tonight. It’s Saturday night and I’m sure the jerk will be drinking. What say you fuck him in the ass while I shoot it? What do you think?”

Tracy burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I can’t believe how nasty you are Millie. I love it,” she stated, molding her lips on her lovers.

“So we go and hang out. You with a super load of cum and me with a good camera. I’ve got some shopping to do.”

It was after eight at night when they pulled up to 348 Elm Drive. The house was a ranch style, nothing exceptional. The two women got out, closing the doors silently. Tracy felt a surge of adrenaline burst through her body as Millie turned on the camera. Her clothing barely covered her assets. She definitely looked like a slut.

“You go ring the door bell. I’ll video it from behind that tree. Just leave the door unlocked so I can get in.”

Tracy kissed her lover hard, forcing her tongue deep. “God I love you,” she growled.

“I know baby. Let’s do this and then I want you to fuck me all night.”

Tracy smiled broadly. “I always do.”

The bell rang and a slovenly man answered. “Swhat you want?’ he slurred.

Tracy smiled broadly. “I have a deal for you,” she stated.

“What kinda deal?” he said, his body weaving back and forth as his eyes tried to focus on the babe in front of him.

“Are you horny?”

“Hell yeah,” he shouted, taking a healthy swig of his beer.

“Then I have just the thing.”

“You ain’t no prostitute?”

“No, I GIVE it away.”

“No way,” he slurred, rubbing his chin.

“Of course. I look for wanting men and go for it,” she growled.

“Well, come on in there missy. I got somethin’ for ya.”

“Thank you sir.” Tracy looked back at Millie and winked. She followed the drunk guy into the older home, making sure the button on the door was pushed; the front door essentially unlocked.

The place was a mess. Trash, beer cans and general things were strewn messily about the den. Tracy could only guess what the rest of the house looked like.

“So honey, whatsya want?” the man slurred, plopping down into a worn barcolounger.

“Fuck, I guess,” she answered, giggling.

The man shook his head and put his beer down. “Well then come on over here and suck my dick.”

Tracy put on a broad smile and waltzed over, barely hearing Millie entering. Kneeling, she helped the drunk man pull out his tiny todger. Tracy swallowed her groan of disappointment and bent over, smelling his sweaty beer s