After that night, fucking Mr.Emerson, things changed drastically. For one, I was no longer “that woman.” I was now "sweetheart" or whatever other enduring nickname Mr. Emerson would call me. Not only that, but I had been gifted a brand-new Porsche, membership to the Country Club, and was invited to go there the coming Friday night. I had never seen the inside of the club, because, even these days, no matter your financial status, who you know plays a part in everything. 

This would be my first visit. Mr. Emerson wanted me to join him for a get-together. Reluctantly, I decided to attend.

Upon arriving, I was greeted by multiple stares as I entered the main hall. It was expected; so, I paid it no mind and strolled about as if I owned the place. I locked eyes with Mr. Emerson, who waved for me to join him and the two other gentlemen he was talking to. One was a slender, dark-haired man who, although older, resembled that Reeves actor—his first name slips my mind—but he was as handsome as the actor. The other, a mousy blonde, appeared to be afraid of his own shadow but was still sexy in how his amber eyes roamed my body, and the thickness of his lips was delectable. Neither could compare to Mr. Emerson. Although he was in his late forties, he was incredibly sexy, with long legs, broad shoulders, and chiseled facial features. Any woman would be proud to be on his arm.

As I approached, the dark-haired man said, "So, you’re the one I’ve heard so much about. It’s nice to meet you finally.”

I wasn't quite sure what he meant by finally meeting me, but I was cordial and shook the hand he extended to me.

The other man looked me up and down as if sizing me up before saying, “You don't look like what I imagined.”

I smiled and asked, “What did you imagine?”

Sensing my attitude, he said, “No, I meant that you are beautiful, tiny, but beautiful."

All three towered over me, making them more attractive to me. I have a thing for taller men. Looking up to a man makes my pussy purr, and right then, she was roaring.

Mr. Emerson hurriedly offered me a drink, as I gave him a puzzled look, and said that he would explain later. I asked if Chad had arrived, and he told me that he’d only invited me, and Chad would come next time since this would be our bonding time. We talked a bit more, then he leaned over and whispered in my ear that he needed a favor.

Tipsy and not questioning his motives, I blurted out, “Sure, Dad, what’s up?” The way he smiled should have alerted me, but I was feeling nice and a little horny since I had spotted a couple in the corner making out.

“I want you to fuck me, tonight,” he said.

Feeling my pussy jump, I said, “I can do that; when would you like to leave?”

“Oh, we are not leaving; I have a private room here, the second door on the right at the top of the stairs. Meet me there in five minutes,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll have to run to the car and grab my bag anyway. I’ll see you in a few,” I said as I went to my car.

My pussy was already on fire as I walked to the car to get my duffle bag, and it was becoming clear now why Chad wasn’t present. Mr. Emerson wanted me to himself. I was okay with it since I wanted the opportunity to fuck him again, making sure, this time, that I owned him. I still had a nagging feeling that he wanted more than for me to be alone with him, but I brushed it aside as I envisioned him writhing beneath me, taking my cock.

Opening the door to the room, I quietly entered, locking the door behind me. Mr. Emerson was already undressed on the bed, stroking his enormous cock. It was clear where Kier got his genetics; only Mr. Emerson’s was larger.

I put my bag down and went over to the bed, saying, “Here, Daddy, let me help you with that.” I took his cock into my mouth, swallowing it completely.
“Mmm, this is why you are my baby girl. Suck Daddy's cock, good baby girl,” he said as he relaxed. 

I slopped and slung my tongue up and down his heavily-veined shaft, enjoying the feel of the ridges as my tongue snaked around it. It was the biggest I’d sucked since sucking Kier’s cock.

“I want to fuck your throat,” he told me.

This made me drip; I yearned to feel that log in my throat. I wanted to make my throat gurgle and choke on it; I couldn't wait. I got off the bed, kneeling at the side as he stood and reinserted the cock into my mouth. I relaxed my throat and allowed his cock to slide further down as he grabbed the back of my head, thrusting his cock down to his balls. It felt so good filling my throat; the further it went down, the more my pussy leaked.

“Oh God, baby girl,” you are swallowing me whole. Fuck! This is so good!” he moaned.

“Can I cum, Baby? Please let me cum in your mouth. I want my cum to shoot down your throat.”, he said.

Grabbing his cheeks, I pushed him further, taking more of that thick cock down my throat. I wanted to swallow his hot cum. I moaned as I tightened my throat, stroking his rock-hard wand every time he thrust forward. I felt it twitch, then he released loads of hot cum down the back of my throat; I closed my eyes in bliss before I swallowed it. Looking up at his face, I rammed my thumb in his ass, forcing a reaction. 

“Ahh! I’m going to cu…. Uuugh! Again!”  He couldn't finish what he was saying as he exploded again, collapsing back onto the bed and saying, “Fuck, that was so good. You’re so good, baby. I fucking love you!”

I climbed up on the bed, joining him while he was catching his breath. I straddled his face and said, “It’s your turn to take care of your baby girl, Daddy. You can't pass out now. Eat my pussy, Daddy. You’d better eat it well, else I won't give you what you want,” I told him.

“Daddy’s going to eat your hot pussy, baby; don't worry. Now, come here and let me taste you,” he said.

Spreading my lips, I plopped my dripping cunt, covered his face, and began rubbing it back and forth, slathering him with my juice.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he began lapping at my cunt.

“You taste so sweet,” he said in between licks. “I never knew how sweet a pussy could taste this sweet.”

“Oh, Daddy, wait until you taste my ass; you will love it,” I said, egging him on.

 “You’re such a dirty, little girl,” he said as he leaned me back, slipping his tongue in my ass and moaning.

 “Fuck!. Even your ass is sweet,” he said as he spread my cheeks wider, ramming the full extent of his tongue inside. I was releasing micro-squirts of cum as I shivered and bounced my asshole up and down on his tongue. Every time I came down on it, I'd squirt.

“Daddy, you feel so good, I managed to say as I continued squirting. I was way past ready to feel his cock.

“I want to ride your cock. Can I, Daddy? Can I ride your cock and cum all over it?” I asked.

My breathing was fast and hard as pussy begged to be filled with his cock. He gripped my ass tighter as I asked, shaking his head in agreement as he continued eating my asshole. He removed his tongue from my ass, then sucked out all that cum that was leaking from my pussy before allowing me to slide down and put his cock inside me.

“Oh my God! Your pussy is so tight. I'm going to enjoy fucking you."

“Do you like it, Daddy?” I asked as his girth filled and stretched me. My clit was now thumping as if doing a happy dance, knowing we would have a great orgasm.  

“Yes, baby, but I want to be on top. I want to be in control, so I can fuck you hard and deep. Please let me be on top.”

“Ok, do your best. I expect to cum hard, Daddy; fuck me hard,” I said as I laid myself out, allowing him to lift my legs and enter me. I had discovered that the more I called him Daddy, the more excited he became, with meant he was going to fuck me silly, and I wanted that.

His cock slid in, and he thrust it straight to the bottom. He rolled his head back, remaining still for a moment as he enjoyed the warmth and tightness. My pussy released, and I let off a celebratory squirt.

“God, my son is a fucking idiot!" He shouted. "He should have married you after he fucked you the first time. I would have. Fuck, your pussy is so good.”

I couldn't help but laugh at his declaration. Little did he know I was the one who didn't want to get married. Not when my freedom allowed me to fuck and suck, however, and whomever I wanted. This was something I was not willing to give up.

“Daddy, you talk too much, I said. "Shut up and fuck me.” I spread my legs wider, giving him full access to my twat.

He was slamming, balls deep, into my pussy, so hard that I was bouncing off the bed with every thrust that he landed. Shivering every few thrusts as my thick cum covered his cock.

I moaned, "Yes, Daddy. Fuck me deep. Fuck me better than your son."

Every word I said was a challenge to him. He smiled a sinister grin as he saw how he was making my pussy convulse on his cock. I heard a moan from the room's far end, as it was relatively dark. I hadn’t bothered to turn on the room's light since the bathroom light was enough to see what I needed. But, hearing the snicker, I knew Daddy and I weren't alone.

Sensing my reaction, Daddy said, “don’t mind them; they are here for the main event.”

“Is this the favor you wanted, to let your friends watch you fuck me?” I asked.

“No, baby girl, you’ll see what the favor is as soon as I cum in your fucking gorgeous pussy."

He hammered into my slit with his steel shaft, his balls smacking my ass with every thrust, causing me to float off into ecstasy as ripples of cum rained from my pussy. His cock was so good. He hit the bottom of my pussy with every thrust, milking my tight snatch and making me cum repeatedly. 

A few pumps later, filled with his semen, he lay on top of me, breathing heavily, licking my neck. He whispered, “I love you, baby girl. I will do anything for you. Just let me keep fucking you, please.”

Realizing I would get my wish, I agreed to let him fuck me whenever he wanted. I wanted his cock inside me again. The thought of another Emerson man telling me he loved me was empowering and scary at the same time. My pussy must have some mystical powers, but then, so did the Emerson cocks, well, two of them anyway. 

Chad’s cock had never satisfied me the way Kier's and his father's cocks did. It was OK, but I often had to finish myself off since after I was done fucking his ass, it was pretty much over for him. It was clear that he likes being fucked more than fucking.

The lights came on, and Mr. Emerson asked, “Are you ready for the main event, fellas?” Both men were initially seated in the far corner of the room but had moved their chairs closer to watch whatever this main event was. I leaned forward to ask Mr. Emerson again if this was what he wanted me to do, and he said no, the favor would come after the show. I was still confused but continued to follow along.

Mr. Emerson spun himself around, getting on his knees while slapping his ass as he said to the men, “You guys enjoy the show; it's going to be grand.” 

I looked at the men watching me intently and smiled, getting down from the bed and grabbing my bag. I turned my back and stepped into my strap-on, smoothing lubricant on it before turning around and returning to the bed. Locking my eyes on the two men, I smiled before I spread Mr. Emerson's ass cheeks, spitting at his button, then licked his asshole in a long, slow motion. All three gasped as I jabbed my tongue inside his hole, and I could see both their eyes widen as they envied his enjoyment. I lingered, tongue fucking Mr. Emerson as he moaned and rolled his ass, enjoying every lick that made contact. 

Once I was done, I asked, “Daddy, are you ready?” before placing the head of my cock to the opening of his hole. 

“Yes, baby, Daddy is so ready for you. Come on and give Daddy what he has been missing,” he said.

“That’s it, baby girl, fuck your Daddy.” he moaned.

Thrusting my cock forward, I began to pound deeper and deeper into his hole, already knowing how he liked it. The deeper I went, the more he begged for it, and I obliged by grabbing him by his waist as I dug my cock deeper into his ass. 

“God! Baby girl, you feel so good in me,” he said as I pulled his hair with one hand, causing him to arch his back, bringing his ass higher in the air.

“I’m cumming; fuck, I'm coming. Don't stop; whatever you do, don't fucking stop,” he said as he came hard, blasting streams of cum on the bed.

I looked at the two men in the room; I hadn't looked at them since I started fucking Mr. Emerson. They had moved closer to the bed and now had their cocks in each other's hands. This made me smile.

“Come over and join us,” I said. The dark-haired man did not hesitate as he climbed on the bed, grabbing handfuls of hair; he began savagely fucking Mr. Emerson’s mouth, causing him to gag as he swallowed the cock. 

The other man hesitated. Teasing him, I said, “I will let you lick my pussy if you come over.” 

That must have been his trigger. He got up and ran to the bed, getting behind me, latching onto my clit greedily, sucking it hard, and licking my juices. It didn't take long for him to make me cum. I had to stop fucking Mr. Emerson to steady myself; my thighs were shaking wildly. He ate pussy well, and I enjoyed feeding him mine. After he made me cum, I told him to help Mr. Emerson, and I watched as he and Mr. Emerson sucked the dark-haired man's cock. Moments later, he erupted on their faces.

The dark-haired man looked at me as he took turns inserting his cock into their mouths. “Baby girl. You are worth every penny I’m going to pay you,” he said.

“Pay me? What are you talking about?” I asked. I thought to myself, I was not for hire.

Before he could answer, Mr. Emerson said, “The favor, baby, is that they want to be bred. They wanted to see you in action, to see how good you are with me, before making a decision. Looks like they've made it."

“What? They want me to fuck them?" I asked.

“Yes," they both said in unison. "Please, Mistress Pleasure, take my virgin ass.” I wasn't sure what to make of what they were saying, but I was game.

Jokingly, I said, “so, who wants to go first?”
The dark-haired man was the first to speak and move. He stretched and lifted his legs, eager for me to take his anal virginity. After teaching him how to relax and take my cock, many orgasms later, I discovered he was one of the city's wealthiest men and Chad’s uncle, his mother’s brother. I thought my head was spinning with that revelation until I found out who the other man was; he was Mr. Emerson’s stepbrother. 

Thanksgiving at the Emerson house will be either a fuck fest or disaster this year, I thought to myself as the mousy-haired man was screaming my name and cumming for the fourth time.