“I’ve got to figure this out,” Stephen said, gripping Ella’s perfectly formed ass even harder. “Something is up. I just can’t figure out what.”

As he casually fucked his former confidant over her desk, sliding her this lusciously busty way and that, Stephen tried to keep his composure long enough for some real critical thinking to occur. Ella’s hands sprawled out, reaching to grab on to anything in the ecstatic fervor she felt as his thick cock utterly filled her tight pussy.

“Fi-figure it out!” she moaned. “Y-yes! Yes, of course you will! You’re so smart! You’re the smartest everrr…”

Her voice drifted off as yet another orgasm hit her system. They seemed to arrive every seven or eight thrusts. He had ripped her clothes off somewhere in the throes of their passion because he liked watching her tight, newly-young body tremble and shake before him with the unstoppable might of her bliss. Her back, exposed to him, was perfectly muscled and undulated with terrifically erotic precision. Her legs had wrapped around his waist, locking in place with her preposterously tall heels—the only clothing she still had on that was in one piece. Now she balanced on top of her smooshed tits astride the desk, banging her fists as the currents of passion took her.

So far, it was only while he fucked her that he was really able to think clearly. And he liked to speak these newly clear thoughts out loud.

“This day has just been insane. It starts with my fucking daughter sucking me off of all things, good gracious. And then Marisa, she seems really into it. And she was going to leave me! I remember signing papers that you put together for her.”

“Sss…sorry about that,” Ella mumbled. “I dunn…fuck. Don’t ’member it much. But I’m sorry, Daddy—oh! Ohhh!”

His thrusts picked up and he hit the magic cum number for Ella once again. That always hit home, calling him Daddy like that. Even though he technically wasn’t Gale’s real father, they had adopted her at a very young age and both he and Marisa had raised her. That made the current level of transgression—with her sucking him off like she had with her adopted mother’s encouragement—somehow worse to him. Taking in a girl from some other home just to—apparently, now that she was barely eighteen—corrupt her into serving her new father’s cock.

“So then every woman I come across wants to fuck me. I want to fuck them. I can’t even think straight, I’m so hard half the time, and it’s only fucking you that I’ve been able to put all this together a little. It just feels like I’m missing whole days. I got drunk, sure, man did I get drunk, but I’ve never lost a month or more. How long did you say you’ve been in love with me?”

“My whole life, Daddy. I live for you. You’re my whole world and all I want to do is make your cock so happy and hard and—”

He picked her up briefly off the desk and then roughly set her down again. Not quite a slam but not quite not one either. Her tits mostly cushioned the blow. Mostly.

“How long. Did you. Say. Stupid?”

Ella giggled. “Ohhh, I just dee kay, baby. Like, three weeksish?”

“Three weeks. Three weeks and you’re in love with me, and so is Abigail and Addalyn and suddenly Marisa again and for some fucking reason Gale is too, and you’re looking like this, god, are you ever…”

He stared down at the tight, tanned flesh of her back. He really had a thing for bare backs—and not just the complete lack of protection he employed now to probably fuck a whole litter of babies into Ella with. When she had originally seduced him, there was no time for condoms, and he figured the damage was already done. He also found that, when he thought about Ella being pregnant, full of his seed, he only wanted to fuck her more.

But her back now was gloriously tight, muscled, and toned. Before, the Ella he had known had been almost brutish in appearance; squat and square and businesslike. Ella now was a phenomenal bombshell of cover model proportions.

“And I’ve changed too,” he said. “I’m fit. I’ve been fucking you for what, an hour now?”

“Yeah you have,” Ella groaned, bucking her hips up into his thrusts. “What a man you are…”

“And my cock is huge. And I’m stronger. And I don’t even want a drink, christ. I can’t even tell you how long it’s been since I haven’t wanted a drink.”

“And your cock is huge!”

“I said that.”

“It’s soo fucking big, and good, and hot, and ’mazing…” She picked herself up off the desk by her forearms just a bit, sneering out to the audience in the lobby. “You hear that, you fucking twerps? It’s more man than you’ll ever be!”

Her orgasm-laced contempt carried easily across the small confines of her office to the small gathering of men which had only grown since Stephen had been fucking her. When he first came in, he assumed they were clients of hers. She had revealed to him between fuck-sessions that she basically bullied them into accepting the worse divorce settlement conditions possible—completely giving up all of their individual savings and wealth and agreeing to alimony conditions that essentially made them slaves to their ex-wives for years. Stephen, his clear thoughts only lasting as long until his next fuck, hadn’t quite thought through the implications of that yet.

“And there’s that,” he said. “These dummies out there. All so hopelessly in love with you. I don’t mind it like I thought I might, them watching.”

“It’s good for you to cuck them, Daddy,” Ella smiled and then sneered. “They deserve humiliation.”

That earned her several hard thrusts in a row, until her long, pointed nails left scratch marks in the lovely carpentry of her desk.

“It seems like,” he huffed, “The only woman who apparently doesn’t want to fuck me, the only person around totally unaffected, is Rhonda Sullivan and—”

“Don’t worry about her,” Ella moaned, tilting her back up like a cat. “She’s in the lock-up already. It won’t be long now.”

He wanted to ask more about that—lock-up? Won’t be long until what? But Ella tossed her hair to one side in a gloriously sexy motion and sneered again at the audience waiting in the lobby.

“They’re so in l-love with me,” she giggled, her voice sounding practically mindless. “All those stupid little wimps. But I only love you. I’m fucking up their lives for you. The law is changing to fuck them just like you fuck me, and it’s all because I love you, I love you, I love you—”

She kept repeating it and the sound of this exquisite phrase from such an immaculately lovely mouth was too much for Stephen. He came inside her amazing, orgasming body for the fifth time that day, pulling out after several loads to spray even more all over her back. Marking her as his. She writhed under his load, obviously cumming even more—her count must have been in the dozens at this point. A sheen of heated sweat covered her glorious curves and tight angles, making her every movement all the sexier.

God, cumming inside of and all over her felt good. That felt right. This new Ella was what he deserved. The old one was so stupid and haggard, and—

He shook his head. No. No, that was wrong. That was wrong. Something kept fucking with his head, his thoughts. This was all wrong, and—

“Nnng,” Ella moaned, turning over and back again, rubbing his cum all over herself. Her already shiny skin became even shinier, seeming to absorb the seed right away and giving her body a clear-coat finish. “If those dummies think I’m sexy, Marisa will really throw them for a loop.”

Stephen was confused. “Marisa?”

“She’s even hotter than me.” She raised an eyebrow. “Surely you’ve noticed?”

Her composure returned to her quicker than his did. Perhaps some compensation mechanism for the quickness and ease of her many, many orgasms. She was so ready to fuck, all the time, and just for him…god, it was enough to make him hard again…

He shook his head. Had to focus.

“No, I mean, what do you mean they’ll see her?”

“She’s on her way.” She smiled brightly, like a good student getting the answer right in class. “Gale too. Didn’t you see me texting them?”

“No, I didn’t see you fucking texting my wife and daughter!”

Stephen started throwing on his clothes in a hurry. This—hurriedly dressing to get away from his family—was becoming a pattern; one more of several new ones. Ella kept pushing her body against his, touching at his muscles, his arms and chest. Rubbing him. Her voice sliding into his ear, so soft and insistent and needy.

“Well, yeah. I mean, we’re all so concerned about Gale. We want to study her technique and show her where she went wrong, and I thought, well, you’re here and you’re calm and yourself again, so it just makes sense for Auntie Ella and Mommy Marisa to look at Gale while she sucks your cock and tell her the best way to go about it.”

As she spoke, Ella absentmindedly started finger-fucking herself, as if thinking about Stephen’s daughter being taught to suck his cock was so helplessly arousing that there was no other choice other than to resort to self-pleasure.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

He stumbled through his pants one leg at a time. Where were his shoes?

“We’ll suck you too, to show her first, if you’re worried about that.” Ella backed off a bit finally and sat up with cover-model perfect posture on the desk. She took a long time to cross her lusciously long legs. Somehow, even with her clothes mostly ripped off and covered in the sheen of his cum, she looked elegant and sexy. “And we’ll finger ourselves while we watch. It won’t be all about you. We love to watch.”

“No. Christ, no.”

He was fully dressed now, just looking at the gorgeous Ella. The blinds were up, he noticed for the first time. Anyone could have been watching, and several were. Men on their knees, and women holding each other in small masses. They crooked into one another’s elbows and joined hands, like they were at some kind of vigil. When the women saw him looking, they smiled brightly and waved. Hopeful for his attention.

“Is that entirely fair, counselor?” asked Ella. “I mean, you let Abigail give Addalyn a lesson earlier, and Addalyn isn’t nearly as pretty as Gale, though she is lovely of course, and—”

“I don’t want anyone teaching anyone about my cock! Nobody else needs to learn about the best way to suck me off!”

Ella scoffed for a second and then tore up laughing, as if that was the funniest thing anyone had ever said to her.

She was still laughing as Stephen left.