Ben's life was once a vibrant tapestry of laughter, adventure, and love, woven from the threads of his 20-year marriage to his late wife, Jessy. Together, they had danced naked at clubs, swapped with couples and traveled to exotic destinations, and explored the depths of their passion for life. However, since Jessy's passing three years ago, their once-vibrant home had become a hollow shell, echoing with the silence of Ben's grief. He had tried to fill the void with wealth, accumulating a fortune that allowed him to indulge in the finer things, but his days were now a mundane routine of TV and business calls, leaving him feeling empty and unfulfilled, a shadow of the man he once was.

Today, that part of him was awake and demanding to be heard. He rose from his chair with a newfound resolve, his joints creaking in protest as he straightened his back. The idea of a makeover had been simmering in the back of his mind for weeks, and now seemed like the perfect time to bring it to a boil. He walked towards the mirror. It reflected a man who had let himself go, but Ben saw potential in the lines of his face, the silver in his hair, and the strength in his eyes.

With a smile that was half amusement and half determination, he pulled a baseball cap low over his forehead. The simple act of concealing his age made him feel a thrill of rebellion. It was as if he was donning the armor of his youth, ready to conquer the world once more. His reflection stared back at him, a challenge in its gaze.

He locked the heavy oak door behind him, the sound echoing through the empty hallways. The house was a silent testament to their separate lives, a mausoleum of unspoken desires and lost opportunities. His footsteps grew louder as he approached the garage, a sanctuary filled with gleaming chrome and the faint scent of gasoline. The Porsche, a sleek silver beast, purred to life beneath his touch, its engine a symphony of power and potential. He fumbled with his iPhone, his fingers trembling slightly as he tried to recall the last time he had played music in the car. It had remained mostly untouched as he had settled into his quiet routine. He managed to connect it to the car's sound system, the sleek device coming alive with a symphony of options. And there it was, the song that had been playing in his head —"Goodbye" by Feder.

The drive to the burger shop was a short one, but it felt like a journey into the heart of a city that had forgotten him. The streets were crowded with the young and the restless, their laughter and music a stark contrast to the quietude of his existence. He parked the car, the engine ticking gently as it cooled, and stepped out into the sunlit world. The heat of the day had given way to a warm evening, and the neon lights of the shop cast a kaleidoscope of colours onto the pavement. While he was enjoying the burger that was a delightful mix of grease and nostalgia, he noticed a young blonde with a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. Her eyes met his occasionally, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of something he hadn't felt in years. She walked over to his table, the smell of freshly baked buns and fries wafting behind her. 'Hello Sir, do you need anything else?' she asked sweetly. "Ah.. no," he replied, swallowing a mouthful, "but I'm free tonight. Would you like to hang out?" She got upset, her smile fading into a frown. "I'm sorry, I'm not that type of girl," she said, her voice a mix of confusion and disappointment. She walked away, leaving him to chew on his fries and his pride.

He could feel the weight of their stares, like a blanket of judgment thrown over his shoulders. The cacophony of the burger shop seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. Ben had never felt so exposed, so raw. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and quickly finished his burger. The taste of the greasy meat and crunch of the pickles seemed to melt away the embarrassment that clung to him like a second skin. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, the fabric whispering against his stubble.

Just as he walked out of the burger shop, a figure emerged from the kitchen. A blonde, thick young woman, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, wove through the tables with surprising grace. She was dressed in the same uniform as the girl who had rebuffed him, but her curves filled it out in a way that made it seem as though it was painted on her. The other staff members watched her progress, their eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed and her bosom bounced with every step.

"Excuse me, sir," she said, her voice a smoky purr that made Ben's ears perk up. She held out a set of keys. "I think you might have dropped these." He looked the keys closely and said, "I don't think these are mine. I don't recall having a pink keyset." The young woman's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, I know they're not yours," she replied, her smile widening. "I just thought it was a good excuse to talk to you." He got shocked and looked into her eyes. She had a spark in them that spoke of adventure and secrets untold.

Her name was Tiffany, and she had the kind of beauty that could make heads turn and hearts race. Her confidence was palpable, a stark contrast to the shy smile she had worn moments ago. Ben felt a stirring in his chest, something that had lain dormant for far too long. She had seen him watching her and decided to take a chance. "My shift ends in half an hour," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'd love to hang out if you're still around." He stared at her plump, painted lips, surprised by his own sudden eloquence. "I'll be right here," he replied, trying to ignore the racing of his heart.

Ben retreated to his Porsche, the cool leather of the seat a stark contrast to the heat of the evening. He had never felt this alive in years.

The clock on the dashboard ticked away the minutes, each second feeling like an eternity. He watched the door of the burger shop, his eyes flicking to the side every time someone walked by. What if she had changed her mind? Or worse, what if she had been playing a prank on him? But as the half-hour mark approached, his fears were laid to rest as the window was suddenly filled with the image of Tiffany. She tapped on the window glass with a playful smile, the fabric of her grey t-shirt stretching over her ample breasts in a way that made his heart race even faster.

With a confident smile, he lowered the window, the warm evening air rushing in to greet them both. "Hello Sir...," she said, her voice a sweet melody that sent shivers down his spine. "Hello, young lady..," he managed to croak out, his throat suddenly dry. "Can I come inside?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mischief that made him swallow hard. "Yes," he replied, his voice gruff with anticipation. "But, shouldn't it be me asking that question?" He leaned closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know, like 'Can I cum inside...?'."

Tiffany's cheeks flushed, and she bit her bottom lip, the plump flesh a delicious sight that made Ben's blood run hot. With a grace that belied her curvaceous figure, she glided around the Porsche and slid into the passenger seat, her gaze never leaving his. Her scent, a tantalizing mix of fast-food grease and cheap perfume, filled the car, and Ben felt a sudden, inexplicable attraction to her. She extended her hand to him, her fingers soft and warm. "I'm Tiffany," she said, her voice a seductive purr. He took it, feeling a jolt of electricity run through his veins. "Ben," he replied, his voice steady despite his racing thoughts. She buckled up, her fingers lingering over the seatbelt with a teasing slowness that made him want to grab her and devour her whole. She looked around the luxurious interior, her eyes wide with excitement. "I have never been in a Porsche," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Ben glanced at her, taking in her beauty in the dim light of the car's cabin. Her blonde hair was tied back, showcasing a face that was a canvas of youth and innocence, marred only by the slight smudge of a greasy fingerprint on her cheek. He felt a strange mix of excitement and tenderness, a feeling he had almost forgotten existed. "You know," he began, his voice thick with desire, "I'm all alone at my house this weekend.

Tiffany's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Oh?" she drawled, playing coy. "What are we going to do all by ourselves?" Ben's pulse quickened at the thought of what was to come. "Well," he said, his eyes never leaving the road, "I was hoping you might like to stay over for more than just a night." She nodded her head, the gesture so small and yet so significant that it sent a thrill through his body. "I'd love to," she murmured, her voice a soft caress that seemed to reach out and stroke his ego.

"Do you want to grab anything from your place before we head to mine?" Ben asked casually, his heart pounding. She giggled, a sound that was both sweet and a little naughty. She nodded, and Ben felt a jolt of excitement run through him. He followed her directions, the Porsche's engine growling as it ate up the miles. And they reached a small, quaint apartment building that seemed worlds apart from the grandeur of his own home.

"Just give me a second," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She hopped out of the car and sashayed up the stairs. Ben watched her go, his thoughts racing. After 10 minutes that felt like an eternity, she reappeared, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. She leaned into the car, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her shirt. "Ah...sir...is it okay if I bring a plus one?" she asked, her voice a playful whisper that made Ben's pulse quicken. Ben didn't understand at first, his mind still reeling from the shock of his newfound luck. She continued, "My friend Rachel, she's feeling lonely tonight. She's totally cool with...you know, hanging out."

The revelation was like a double shot of adrenaline. Two young, thick blondes? In his house? For the weekend? The possibilities were endless. He nodded, his smile wicked. "How does Rachel look?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Tiffany smiled knowingly. "Oh, she's a real sweetheart," she purred. "You'll love her. She's got more hair than me, so it'll be easy for you.....to hold onto." She raised an eyebrow, her innuendo as thick as the air in the car. Ben nodded his head. Tiffany had gone back to her apartment, her hips swaying with a seductive rhythm that had him gripping the steering wheel tightly. He whispered to himself, "It's been a while since I've ridden a horse." The phrase echoed through his mind, a relic from a time when his sexual conquests were more frequent.

Ten minutes later, both the ladies came out. Rachel's pink t-shirt clung to her voluptuous frame, highlighting the soft curves that made Ben's mouth water. Her hair was indeed a waterfall of golden waves that cascaded down her back, and her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. She was a hurricane in human form, and Ben felt like a sailor lost at sea. Rachel's smile was infectious, lighting up the parking lot like a neon sign promising a weekend of unbridled passion. Rachel walked closer to the window and smiled at him. She stretched out her hand for a handshake, her grip firm and confident, sending a thrill through Ben's veins. "Get in," he said, his voice gruff with anticipation. She nodded, her smile never faltering as she placed her backpack into the back seat. Rachel slid into the car, her movements a symphony of grace and sensuality that had Ben's heart racing.

As they drove away from the apartment complex, Rachel began to rummage through her backpack, her fingers deftly folding and adjusting the contents. Ben watched from the corner of his eye, his curiosity piqued. Through the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of lacy fabric peeking out, and his pulse quickened. He glanced at Tiffany, who was busy texting, her thumbs moving with the speed of a teenager. "Girls," he said, his voice deep and smooth, "how about we go to a Victoria's Secret and get something cool for you two?"

The car was filled with squeals of delight as Rachel leaned over the center console, her ample breasts pressing against the leather. "Oh, that's a great idea, Mr. Ben!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We'd love that!" Ben felt a swell of pride in his chest. It had been a long time since he had been the bearer of good news that brought such joy to a woman's face. Tiffany looked up from her phone, her eyes twinkling. "Oh Rachel, don't forget," she said, her voice playfully scolding. "You're supposed to call him 'Sir'." Rachel blushed, a hint of shyness peeking through her veneer of confidence. "Sorry, Sir," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Ben's spine. "Oh, it's alright," Ben said, his own voice thick with desire. "But I like the sound of that." Rachel's blush deepened, and she leaned back into her seat, her eyes meeting Tiffany's in the rearview mirror. "Or," Rachel said, her voice barely above a whisper, "we can call him 'Daddy'."

The air in the Porsche grew thick with anticipation, the leather seats seeming to tighten around them like a lover's embrace. Ben felt his heart race, his mind reeling with the possibilities that lay ahead. The thought of these two young, voluptuous blondes calling him 'Daddy' was more than he could have ever dreamed of. They arrived at the shopping mall, the sprawling concrete and glass structure a stark contrast to the quiet, leafy streets of his neighborhood. The neon lights and the cacophony of voices and music filled the air with a vibrant energy that seemed to pulse through his very veins. They walked towards the gleaming white doors of Victoria's Secret, Tiffany's hand clutching his with a possessiveness that sent waves of excitement through him. He could feel Tiffany's body pressed against his side, her warmth a stark contrast to the cool evening air. Rachel followed close behind, her eyes darting around the mall with the excitement of a child in a candy store.

The lady at the door was a vision of sophistication, dressed in a tailored pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, showcasing her shapely legs. Her crisp white blouse was adorned with a touch of lace at the collar, hinting at the softness hidden beneath the professional façade. The navy blazer with gold buttons gleamed under the soft lighting, reflecting the luxurious ambiance of the store. She looked up as they approached, her smile as warm as the lights above. "Welcome to Victoria's Secret," she said, her voice a mellow blend of sweetness and authority. Ben felt his cheeks heat up, his excitement and nerves a potent cocktail. We're looking for some good looking lingeries," he said, his voice sounding a little too loud in the hushed atmosphere of the store.

Catching the glint in his eye, the lady's smile grew knowing. "I'm Helen," she said, extending her hand. "I'd be delighted to help you find something that suits your tastes." She took a quick glance at Tiffany and Rachel, their youthful energy palpable. "Do either of you ladies have any preferences?" Is there a special occasion you're all preparing for?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Rachel looked at Tiffany, then back at Ben, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Just a little weekend get-together," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the racks of lingerie. Rachel nodded in agreement, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

Helen led them through the store, her heels clicking on the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and musk, a heady mix that seemed to heighten the tension between the three of them. Ben felt his palms grow sweaty as they approached the racks of lacy garments, his eyes taking in the sheer fabric and delicate embroidery. Tiffany and Rachel flitted around him like butterflies, their laughter and whispers a siren's call to his desire. Helen watched them, her curiosity piqued by the dynamic between the young blondes and the older gentleman. She had seen many things in her years at Victoria's Secret, but this trio was certainly a first.

Suddenly, Tiffany turned to Ben, her voice loud enough to carry over the soft music that played in the background. "Do you like purple?" she asked, holding up a scrap of lingerie that was more promise than clothing. Rachel giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she held up a matching set in a brighter, more vivid hue. "Purple is... interesting," Ben replied, his voice strained as he tried to keep his composure. His gaze darted from the lingerie to Helen, who was watching them. helen's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand fluttering to her chest. She had thought she'd seen it all, but this was a new kind of drama unfolding before her. For a moment she felt a stab of jealousy. A man his age, with two young, beautiful women like these? It was the kind of thing she had read about in the gossip magazines she kept hidden in her office drawer.

"Oh, I think you'll love our Temptation collection," Helen said, her voice a smooth caress. She glided over to them, her hips swaying with a grace that belied her age. "It's one of our VIP collections." She gestured to a rack filled with the purple and black sets, the hooks glinting like jewels in the soft light. "These pieces are designed to be both functional and... seductive," she added, her eyes lingering on Ben's face. "The strategically placed hooks make it easy to remove, and the front clasp opens with just a touch." Rachel's eyes widened, and she leaned closer to Ben, her hand brushing against his arm. "The black looks good...Daddy..." she murmured, her voice a soft whisper that sent a thrill through him. "Could we get matching sets in two colors?"

Her innocent question was laced with a boldness that left Ben's mouth dry. Helen's eyes grew wide. The colour drained from her cheeks, and she stared at Ben, her gaze a mix of shock and envy. Ben felt a sudden surge of power, a feeling that had eluded him for so long. He looked at Tiffany and Rachel, their excitement palpable as they waited for his response. He cleared his throat, his voice a little shaky. "Matching sets, huh?" He tried to sound casual, but the excitement in his voice was unmistakable. "Why not?" Helen's professional demeanor cracked for a moment, and she couldn't help but glance at Ben with a hint of admiration. She quickly composed herself and turned to grab two boxes from the shelf behind her, her movements precise and efficient.

The ladies were still looking at more collections. Ben approached the counter, his eyes lingering on Helen's shapely legs. She met his gaze, her smile a knowing one. "Sir," she said, her voice low and intimate, "you are quite the generous gentleman." She took a black business card from her pocket. It had her name and a personal phone number was etched in gold. "If you'd like to be updated on our latest VIP collections, just send me a WhatsApp message." The card felt warm, as if it had been nestled in her pocket right on top of her breast. He raised it to his nose and took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. It was a blend of vanilla and something spicy, something that made him think of warm nights and whispered secrets. "Thank you, Helen," he said, his voice thick with gratitude. He slid the card into the pocket of his designer jeans.

While Ben was making the payment, Helen couldn't help but watch him. There was something about him that intrigued her, something that made her want to peel back the layers of his life and see what lay beneath the surface of his wealth and charm. She felt a pang of something she hadn't felt in a long time—desire. It was a feeling that had been buried beneath the mundane routines of her life, a spark that had been smothered by the weight of her own unfulfilled dreams. As she packed the lingerie into a sleek black bag, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to spend a night with a man like Ben.

"Ah...my off is on Wednesdays," Helen said. He looked at her, his eyes widening slightly as he realized she was talking to him. "You know, if you ever want to...talk to or something else..." She bit her bottom lip, her eyes holding his in a way that made his pulse race.

"Thank you," Ben murmured, his voice thick with unspoken promises. He took the bag from Helen, the weight of the lingerie inside seeming to be a tangible representation of the excitement that was building in his chest. "Come on, girls," he said, his voice a little too eager. "Let's go. On the way back he was thinking, 'How did I get so lucky?' Two young, thick blondes in his Porsche and now a gorgeous woman from the store had practically thrown herself at him. It was like he had stumbled into a world where every fantasy could come true.

As they drove through the city, the neon lights dancing across the car's hood, Ben's thoughts drifted to his past. The endless nights spent in his mundane routine of his life while Jessy had started her weekend escapades. He had felt so old, so tired, watching TV alone while she painted the town red. Now, with Tiffany's hand resting on his thigh and Rachel's playful laughter filling the car, and Helen's card burning a hole in his pocket, he felt like a new man. A man who could still make women's hearts flutter, even at 65. Then he glanced at the two young blondes, their curves outlined by the streetlights, and his thoughts grew darker, hungrier. "Fuck," he murmured to himself "Let's fuck these hotties."

The Porsche turned onto a dark, tree-lined street, the headlights piercing the inky blackness like the eyes of a predator on the prowl. Up ahead, the gates to his estate loomed, two towering sentinels that swung open with a smooth majesty as the car approached. Rachel and Tiffany gasped in unison as the house came into view, their jaws dropping at the grandeur of it all. "This is... this is your house?" Rachel managed to stutter out, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "You're like, super rich!" Ben couldn't help but chuckle, the sound deep and rich, like a man who hadn't felt the joy of laughter in a very long time. "Well, it's more like our house for the night," he corrected her, his eyes flicking to the side to watch their reactions. "But yes, it's where I live."

Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against Tiffany's ear. "Looks like we hit the jackpot, Tiffany," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that made Tiffany's skin tingle. Her eyes widened, and she nodded, her heart racing with excitement. They had talked about it in hushed whispers, their dreams of a weekend filled with wild passion and luxury, but they had never dared to imagine it could come true. Now, here they were, on the cusp of something that could change their lives. "I know," Tiffany murmured back, her eyes never leaving the mansion that grew larger with every passing second. "Let's explore this place and see what Daddy Ben has in store for us."

They wandered through the marble-floored hallways, their footsteps echoing off the high ceilings adorned with gold leaf and crystal chandeliers. Ben watched them with a mix of excitement and amusement, his eyes never leaving their swaying hips and the promise of the night ahead. Ben showed them to a guest bedroom, a luxuriously decorated room. "You can find whatever you want in here," he told them, his voice gruff with anticipation. "Jessy never uses any of these dresses. You can consider them yours for the weekend." Rachel and Tiffany exchanged a mischievous glance, their eyes gleaming like cats who had just found the cream.

Ben walked out, leaving Rachel and Tiffany to explore the walk-in wardrobe that was larger than Rachel's entire apartment. The room was a cornucopia of fabrics—satin, cotton, furry, and floral—each more tantalizing than the last. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the faint mustiness of clothes that hadn't seen the light of day in years. The dresses hung in a rainbow of colors, short and sexy, whispering of nights spent dancing and romancing in the city's elite clubs. There were also more demure options, the kind that whispered sweet nothings in the moonlit hush of a private penthouse suite. Rachel and Tiffany looked at each other, their eyes wide with excitement, and the game of dress-up began. "I have never seen these kind of dresses before!" Rachel gushed, her hands brushing over a dress that was so thin it was practically a second skin.

Tiffany held up a dress that was so tight it looked like it could cut off circulation, "This would be perfect for you, Rach," she said, her voice dripping with tease. Rachel took the dress and held it against her body, looking into the full-length mirror that dominated one wall of the room. It was a deep, rich red that made her skin look like porcelain. The neckline plunged so low it was practically indecent, and the slit up the side went all the way to her hip. "Oh my" Rachel murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like Cinderella went to a strip club." Rachel slipped into the dress, her curves filling it out in all the right places. Tiffany giggled, watching Rachel's reflection in the mirror as Rachel twirled around, her hands smoothing out the fabric. "You look like a million bucks," Tiffany said, her voice filled with admiration. Rachel blushed, feeling a rush of excitement. She had never worn anything so expensive, and... naughty. "But we don't know what he likes," Rachel said, her voice a little shaky. "I guess he is not into these tight dresses. Otherwise he would have taken us to some fancy restaurant. He bought us these Victoria's Secret lingeries and took us home. He might be expecting something.....different than what we are thinking right now." "You have always been the clever cat in our room" Tiffany said with a wink, "Tell me, what are you thinking?" Rachel said with a smirk. "He wants traditional bitches. The open to fuck housewives types." Tiffany nodded, understanding Rachel's train of thought.

"I think you are right Rach," Tiffany said, her voice a purr. "He's definitely more into the 'classic' look. Hmmm....then let's slip into these nighties, shall we?" Rachel nodded, her eyes lighting up with mischief as she picked out a short, silky number with a lacy trim that clung to her curves like a lover's embrace. They both knew how to play the game, how to tease and tantalize without giving it all away at once. They had learned it from the pages of the same magazine that had once held their dreams of love and luxury. Now, it looked like those pages had come to life, and they were the main characters. "We never dressed in those tight expensive dresses," Tiffany said as she slipped out of her own clothes and into the lingerie. "But we can sure as hell rock these." Tiffany wore a purple set that matched with the lingerie they bought today, her curves on full display. Rachel nodded, her heart racing with excitement as she stepped into the black lace that whispered promises of the darkest desires with a matching black lingerie set they bought hours before.

Ben retreated to his room, feeling more energetic. He changed into a white Playboy T-shirt that hugged his still surprisingly firm chest and a pair of comfortable shorts. The logo brought back memories of his swinging days, a time when he enjoyed a lot of women. He returned to the living room, where the couch called out to him like an old friend. He plopped down, the plush cushions enveloping him, and turned on the football match. The roar of the crowd and the crunch of helmets brought him a strange comfort, a reminder of simpler times when the biggest decision of the day was what to watch on TV. And now TV is going to be the least entertaining thing in the room. After sometime he could see the reflection of the ladies on his TV screen approaching. Rachel and Tiffany glided into the room like two sirens emerging from the sea of luxury, their lingerie-clad forms a stark contrast to the mundane setting of his mansion. They moved with a grace that belied their youthful exuberance, each taking a side of the sofa, their hips swaying gently as they approached him from opposite sides. Ben watched them, his heart racing as the reality of the situation sank in. He could see the shadows of the lingerie he had bought them under their nighties. Rachel's barely visible black lace panties under her gown, hinting at the treasure beneath, while Tiffany's purple thong was a tantalizing promise of the youthful body she was hiding.

They both sat down, their smiles as seductive as a pair of mermaids coaxing him to take a bite. Tiffany leaned in, her hand brushing against the fabric of his shorts, sending a jolt of heat through his veins. Rachel mirrored her movements, their eyes locked onto Ben's, their intentions as clear as a crystal. "You look so comfortable," Rachel said, her voice a silky caress that sent a shiver up Ben's spine. "But I bet you'd rather watch something more... entertaining than football." She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to the bulge growing in his shorts. Rachel's hand slid up his thigh, her nails digging into his flesh gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Tiffany giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Do you like football, Daddy?" Tiffany asked, her voice a playful purr that made him squirm. She leaned closer, her breath warm on his neck as she spoke. "Or do you prefer... other games?" rachel said while her hand slid higher, her thumb tracing the line of his boxer briefs, hinting at the naughty thoughts swirling in her head. Ben felt his cheeks grow warm, his heart thundering in his chest. He had never felt so alive, so desired. "What game is better than football?" he managed to croak out, trying to keep his cool. Rachel's smile grew wider, her teeth a dazzling display of youthful charm. "I think two naughty girls chasing a pair of balls are more entertaining than 22 men chasing one," Rachel said, her tone as naughty as her words. Tiffany giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ben smiled softly with a rising excitement as he took in the sight of Rachel and Tiffany, their youthful beauty and playfulness lighting up the room like a beacon. He turned off the TV, the silence punctuated only by the crackle of the fireplace. The warm light flickered over their bodies, casting shadows that danced across their lingerie-covered skin. The ladies rose from the sofa and pulled his hands. "Daddy let's go to your room," both of them whispered in unison, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that matched his own. He rose, feeling the weight of his age fall away like a forgotten cloak, and followed them down the hallway, their giggles echoing like the sweetest music he had ever heard. He held their hips while they led him, their bodies soft and pliant under his touch.

As they entered his spacious bedroom, Rachel and Tiffany couldn't help but comment on Ben's strength. "You're heavier than you look, Daddy," Tiffany said, her voice filled with a teasing lilt. Tiffany nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "But that's what we like, right?" Rachel added, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Ben chuckled, feeling a sense of pride swell within him. It had been so long since anyone had seen him as anything other than a rich old man, and their words filled him with a vigor that made him feel like he could conquer the world.

The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the bedside lamps, casting shadows that danced across the silk sheets and plush pillows. Rachel and Tiffany turned to face each other, their bodies close enough that Ben could feel the heat radiating off of them. They looked at him expectantly, their eyes filled with a hunger that made his pulse race. Ben felt his heart pound in his chest, his body responding to their beauty in ways he hadn't felt in years. Tiffany leaned in first, her lips soft and sweet against his, her tongue tracing the outline of his mouth. He kissed her back, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. Rachel watched them, a small smile playing on her lips, before she joined in, her own kiss a fiery contrast to Tiffany's gentle exploration. The three of them stood there, a tangled web of limbs and kisses, their breaths mingling in the still air of the room.

Ben's hands slowly moved from their shoulders, his fingers tracing the soft skin of both hotties and moved down to their asses, squeezing gently as if weighing them on an invisible scale. Rachel and Tiffany moaned into his kiss, their bodies melting against his, their young curves a stark contrast to his firm grip. Rachel leaned to his ear with a wicked smile and whispered to his ear "Now you know who's got the bigger asset, Daddy." Rachel's ass was indeed bigger, a soft, full shelf that jiggled with every movement, a testament to her natural beauty. Then Toffany moved to his other ear and whispered, "Don't you a like a firm grip, Daddy?" Tiffany's ass was rounder, more tight as a drum, each offering a different but equally tantalizing experience for Ben's eager hands.

Tiffany held his hand firm on her ass, her eyes locked with Ben's, a silent demand that he not let go. Rachel watched them with a knowing smile, and she whispered, "Don't you think it's more fun to start with a tighter ride, Daddy?" Ben's breath hitched as he felt Rachel's hand exploring the tight bulge on his shorts, stroking him through the fabric. "But then again," Rachel continued, her voice a sultry whisper, "having a second round with a bigger, bouncier ride is always a delightful surprise." Ben looked at Rachel, his eyes dark with lust, and he knew she was the more mature of the two, the one who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. Her confidence was intoxicating, and he found himself leaning in to kiss her again, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.

Tiffany, not one to be outdone, caressed the bottom of his earlobe with her tongue, sending a shiver down his spine. Rachel's hand on his crotch grew more insistent, and Ben couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure. Then he turned towards Tiffany, his gaze lingering on her ample chest, the curves clearly visible even through the silky fabric of her nighty. She took the cue and began to play with the neckline, her giggles turning into a soft moan as Ben's eyes grew darker. Rachel took a step back, allowing Ben to focus on Tiffany, her own hands moving up to her own breasts, teasing them through her nightgown as she watched the two of them.

"Tiffany," Rachel said, her voice a gentle command that made the younger blonde's skin prickle with excitement. "Show Daddy how tight and breathtaking your breasts are. You've been waiting to be with someone every day after your shifts, haven't you? Now you have a rich Daddy to play with those fucking tight tits." Tiffany's cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement, but Rachel's words were like a spell, unlocking something within her. Tiffany's hands moved up to her nighty, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to lift it up. Rachel watched with a knowing smile, her eyes filled with a mix of hunger and satisfaction at the power she held over the moment. Tiffany looked at Ben waiting for his approval, her own hands pulling the hem of her own nightie up, revealing her tight thighs.

Ben step bent closer to Tiffany, his breath warm on her neck as he whispered, "Show me, daddy's naughty. Show me how much you want me." Rachel's words had lit a fire in him, and he was eager to see it reflected in Tiffany's eyes. She gasped as he unhooked her nighty, the fabric slipping away to reveal her purple lingerie set, the same one they had picked out together. Rachel stepped back, her eyes raking over the scene before her, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched Ben's hands glide over Tiffany's skin. Tiffany looked at Ben's eyes with lust. With a wicked smile Ben said "I think I made the right choice to come to your burger joint. Otherwise I couldn't see this beautiful pair of tits in purple." Rachel's eyes gleaming as she watched Ben's hands cup Tiffany's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "Oh, Daddy," Tiffany moaned, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. Tiffany let her nighty fall to the floor, standing before him in nothing but her lingerie, her youthful body a stark contrast to his mature form. Rachel watched, her hand slipping into her own nighty, her fingers teasing her nipples as she whispered, "Tell us about the first time you saw Daddy, Tiff."

Tiffany's eyes met Rachel's, her voice thick with desire as she recounted the day she had served Ben, her words a mix of innocence and lust. "I was so nervous, Rach. He looked so...so powerful.. but I wanted him baaad. I had never seen a man like him before. I knew he could give us what we crave, a taste of the man." Rachel nodded. Tiffany looked at Ben again. "Forget the bitch who said no to you at the diner. I am more than happy to be your slut." Rachel watched as Ben's gaze darkened with desire, his hands moving to cup Tiffany's breasts through her lingerie. "Looks like I picked the right burger," he murmured, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing her to moan softly. "This lingeries looks like a perfect fit on you," Ben said, his voice a gruff whisper that sent shivers down Tiffany's spine. "You look like the perfect burger to eat," Rachel chuckled, her hand sliding into her own nighty, her eyes never leaving Ben's face.

With a seductive arch of her back, Tiffany presented herself to Ben, her legs slightly parted, her pussy already wet and begging for his touch. "Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a siren's call that had Ben's cock straining against his shorts. "Eat me, Daddy," she begged, her hands cupping her own breasts, pushing them up and together so that they spilled over the top of her lingerie like a pair of ripe peaches waiting to be picked. Ben buried his nose deep in the valley of her cleavage, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her desire. And then, like a starving man who had just been presented with a feast, he began to feast on her. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, his tongue tracing the lacy edge of her bra before delving into the softness beneath. Rachel watched, her own hand slipping into her nighty, her thumb circling her own nipple as she felt the heat build between her thighs.

Tiffany reached back to unclasp her bra, her movements a graceful dance of seduction. The tension grew as Ben's eyes followed her delicate fingers, his breath hot and ragged. With a flick of her wrists, the bra fell to the floor, the sight of her pierced nipples causing his mouth to water. "All yours," she whispered, her voice a soft sigh of surrender that made his cock throb.

He scooped her up with surprising strength, his hands cupping her firm ass as he cradled her against his chest. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts pressing into his chest as he kissed her deeply. This was it, the moment he had been dreaming of, a passionate embrace that washed away the years of solitude. Rachel watched with a knowing smile, her own desire building as she saw Ben come to life in Tiffany's arms. After a long kiss that seemed to go on forever, Ben gently lowered Tiffany to the floor, their bodies never parting. He turned her around, so that she was facing the bed, her back pressed against his chest. The kiss didn't break, their tongues dancing together in a fiery tango of lust. He stretched his arms around her waist, his palms cupping her firm, full breasts, feeling their warmth and weight in his hands. Tiffany closed her eyes, her breaths coming in quick gasps as he squeezed her breasts. Tiffany bent her neck back, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. "Daddy....Oh! Your hands are so strong," she murmured into his ear, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission that sent a bolt of electricity straight to his cock.

With a swift, sure movement, Ben reached down and grabbed the hem of Tiffany's nighty, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion. The fabric whispered over her skin like a lover's caress, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her lacy purple panties. He pushed her gently down onto the bed, her legs parting automatically as she lay back on the cool, crisp sheets. With a single, powerful pull, Ben removed her final piece of clothing, revealing her smooth, bare pussy. With the power of his touch, her bubbly and youthful butts wobbled enticingly. He hovered over her, his breath coming in deep, ragged gasps, his eyes feasting on the sight of her naked body. Then, with a hunger that had been building for years, he buried his nose between her legs, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.

Tiffany's eyes went wide as Ben's nose was buried in her sweet spot, the anticipation was palpable. Then, unable to take it any longer, Tiffany pulled herself up from the bed with a grace that belied the urgency in her movements. She turned to face him, her breasts bouncing with the effort, her eyes dark with need. Ben looked up at her, his own eyes filled with a hunger that was mirrored in hers. He knew what she wanted, what they both needed.

Ben reached for the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head. The soft fur of gray chest hairs, the defined muscles that spoke of a man who took care of himself despite his age. With a swift, decisive motion, he rid himself of the garment, his body bared to the warm light of the room. Tiffany, ever the eager participant, stepped closer, her hands sliding around Ben's waist, her nails grazing his skin as she hooked her fingers into the elastic band of his shorts, she tugged, the material sliding down his legs, revealing a cock that was more than a match for her appetite. Rachel watched from her vantage point, her chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths, her eyes wide and dark with anticipation. Tiffany licked her lips. She looked up into Ben's eyes with a seductive smile, her teeth grazing the plumpness of her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Oh.. Daddy, you're bigger than many burger boys in town," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that had Ben's cock twitching in anticipation. Rachel's smile grew, a knowing look in her eyes as she watched the scene unfold before her.

Tiffany kissed the head of Ben's cock, her tongue flicking against the tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Rachel's eyes never left Tiffany's, the unspoken communication between them a silent symphony of lust and desire. Ben's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, the sensation of her mouth around him almost too much to bear. He closed his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of memories from the days when he and Jessy had been young and wild, exploring their swing meet ups. Those days had been filled with passion and excitement, and now, with Tiffany's eager mouth on him, it was as if he had been transported back in time.

Ben's hands stretched out, his fingers weaving through Tiffany's soft, blonde locks, guiding her head gently as she took him deeper into her mouth. The sensation was electric, his cock pulsing with every flick of her tongue and suckle. With newfound vigor, Ben took control, setting a rhythm that had Tiffany's head bobbing back and forth in a mesmerizing motion. Rachel, ever the observer, walked towards them with a knowing smile. She understood that Ben is a mature player in the game of lust, and she was eager to see the full extent of his talents. Rachel whispered in his ear, her voice a gentle caress, "Enjoy her, Daddy. But remember, once you're done, I'll be in the other room, waiting with my own treats for you to unwrap." Rachel's words sent a thrill down Ben's spine, and his eyes snapped open to meet Rachel's smoldering gaze. He knew she was hinting at her own voluptuous butts, and the thought was enough to make him throb even more in Tiffany's mouth. Rachel stepped back, and walked away, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. Ben watched her until she disappeared into the shadows, the anticipation of what was to come thick in the air. He turned his attention back to Tiffany, and thought to himself, "Things indeed have changed. One minute I was just a lonely old man, and now, one young hot babe is eagerly sucking me off while another whispers sweet nothings about more fun."

After a few rythmic moves, Ben pulled away from Tiffany's mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He helped her up, and before she could say a word, he swept her into his arms and laid her down on the bed, her legs parted in a silent invitation. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the candles Rachel had lit earlier, the flames flickering across their bodies like lovers' whispers. Ben positioned himself between Tiffany's legs, his cock standing proudly against her wet pussy. He leaned down and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. "Ready?" he murmured against her mouth, his voice deep and filled with desire. "I was ready even from the burger joint," she replied, her voice a purr that made his cock throb. Being experienced in swings and many lustful plays, Ben didn't waste any time. He knew how to ride a woman, how to draw out every ounce of pleasure from her body. He took hold of her ankles, his strong hands feeling like iron grips on her soft, supple legs. He pushed her knees up to her chest, exposing her pink, glistening pussy to the warm air. It was a position that spoke of power and control, a declaration of intent that had Tiffany's heart racing in anticipation. A push that made Tiffany tip her enjoyment, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the head of Ben's cock nudge against her opening. In a long lustful ride of joy and passion, Ben finally blasted her with his mature thick substance. The force of his climax made her arch off the bed, her own orgasm ripping through her like a storm, leaving her trembling and gasping for air and finally throwing her into the tiredness of climax.

Her eyes fluttered shut, a contented smile playing on her lips, Tiffany succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep. Ben watched her for a moment, his chest heaving from the exertion of their passionate encounter. He felt rejuvenated, the weight of his years slipping away as the aftershocks of pleasure still rippled through his body. He padded across the plush carpet to the en-suite bathroom, the scent of their mingled arousal lingering in the air like a seductive perfume. He had a refreshing shower, the hot water cascading over his skin, washing away the sweat and the sweet odour of sex. The cool air in the bathroom contrasted with the warmth of the shower, making him feel alive, again.

When Ben emerged from the bathroom, he walked down the hallway, his bare feet silent on the cool marble floor. He looked into the bedroom, the candles had burned low, casting a flickering light over the sleeping Tiffany. He walked towards the hallway, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction. He opened the fridge and grabbed a cold beer, the chilly condensation feeling good against his skin. He twisted the cap off and took a long, deep swig, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, quenching the thirst that had built up during their passionate encounter. He was completely naked, and the light from the fridge cast an ethereal glow over his body, highlighting the contours of his muscles and the silver of his chest hairs. He felt someone's gaze on him, and his body reacted, his cock twitching slightly in interest. He turned his head over his shoulder, and he saw Rachel standing in the shadows of the hallway, watching his body lit in the fridge's warm light.

He smiled to himself, knowing she was waiting for her turn. He continued to drink his beer, the bubbles tickling his throat. Then he closed the fridge with his hip and started walking towards Rachel's room, nakedness not bothering him in the slightest. Rachel had left a trail of her nighty on the floor, leading him to her. He entered her room, finding Rachel standing with her back towards him, her ass looking more than a mouthful. Rachel looked over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You're a mature man; I knew you could go for another round faster than those young bucks out there. And I know you need a bigger space to play," Rachel moved her hands over her own voluptuous buttocks, her voice a seductive purr that made Ben's cock twitch in response. "Now, you own this big space by giving me the best lingerie I could ever imagine." Rachel's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she turned to face him fully, the candlelight casting shadows on the curves of her body. The black lingerie material hugged her ample breasts and shaped her waist, her hips flaring out in an inviting arc. Rachel was a thick beauty, her curves a testament to her love for life and food, and Ben couldn't help but appreciate the way the lingerie highlighted her natural assets. His eyes travelled down her body, taking in the sight of her full, round stomach and the way it contrasted with her toned thighs. His cock grew a bit harder, and a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. Rachel noticed it and smirked.

"Either Tiffany didn't empty you, or you have a big stock of...love to give," Rachel's voice trailed off, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she stepped closer to Ben. "Which is it, Daddy?" she purred, her voice thick with desire. "The latter, of course," Ben said, he placed his hand on Rachel's hip and gave it a firm squeeze, his smile wicked and full of promise. "Oh...Fuck, I am going to enjoy this big pot of honey," her lips curved into a smile that was both playful and hungry, her eyes never leaving his cock. She slowly kneeled in front of him, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. When she wrapped her hand around his cock, the bead of pre-cum at the tip looked like it was waving at her. Rachel leaned in, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin, and whispered, "I don't want to spill a drop to the floor." saying that she sipped it with a love that only a woman could have. Ben felt a pleasure run down his spine. Ben looked into her eyes and said boldly, "Now that you've opened the bottle, Rachel, you better make sure it gets empty." Rachel's smile grew even wider, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Oh, Daddy, you don't have to tell me twice. I am going to drink you down to the last drop."

Rachel bit her lips and took the tip of his cock between her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. It was a tease, a playful bite that sent a shiver of pleasure down Ben's spine. Rachel's teeth grazed Ben's shaft lightly, sending a delicious spark of pleasure through him. Her mouth was hot, wet, and eager, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. She avoided contact with her tongue, choosing instead to let her teeth do the talking. Rachel's teeth danced around the head of his cock, the pressure building with each playful bite. Ben's hips jerked slightly, his body begging for more, but Rachel held firm, her grip tight, keeping him just on the edge of ecstasy. Every small bite squeezed out the nectar from the tip, and she received it with full desire, swirling it around in her mouth before swallowing it down.

Ben felt his age fall away, his body responding to Rachel's expert touch with a vitality he hadn't felt in years. He took a deep breath. He managed to speak in a firm tone, "I can feel your lust, Rachel. But first, you need to empty this bottle of seduction. It's the appetiser before the main meal." Rachel chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, making it throb even more. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locked with Ben's, and her smile grew softer, more alluring and said "Ok". With a grace that belied her size, Rachel spun her head to one side, allowing her hair to cascade over her shoulder, exposing the pale skin of her neck and the swell of her breasts above the black lingerie. She came back, her mouth open, and in one swift movement, she took him in fully, her tongue welcoming him home with a warm embrace. Ben groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, his hands reflexively tightening in Rachel's hair. Rachel's mouth was hot, wet, and tight around him, her tongue grazing him just enough to make him feel the thrill of riding a mouth with sweet happiness below his hips.

Her hands began to move, exploring the landscape of his thighs. Her palms rubbed his muscles, feeling the firmness of his legs, her fingertips tracing the curves of his butts as they powered the ride in her mouth. She felt his thighs tense and release with each deep throat she took, the muscles shifting and moving under her touch like living marble. Rachel's eyes fluttered shut, her cheeks hollowing with each suck and her mouth working to accommodate his size. The salty-sweetness of his pre-cum coated her tongue. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was a moment of pleasure. Her breasts swelled with her own desire, the fabric of her lingerie growing damp with anticipation.

Rachel got surprised by the copious amount of pre-cum Ben's cock released in her mouth, the sticky fluid coating her tongue and making her want more. She pulled away with a gasp, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Wow, Daddy," she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion. "Looks like you never runs dry." She climbed to her feet, her knees popping as she stood, her body swaying slightly from the intensity of her breath. "I am sure Tiffany won't wake up anytime soon if you pumped her this much," Rachel said with a giggle. "My tongue feels tired because of the weight of your love," Rachel playfully stuck her tongue out, showing Ben the sticky mess.

Ben with a gentle smile whispered in Rachel's ear, "When I was waiting for you at the parking lot, Tiffany told me that your long hair would be quite useful for me." Rachel's eyes widened for a brief moment before she turned and walked towards the bed, her hips swaying with each step, a seductive rhythm that seemed to beckon him closer. Rachel's question hung in the air, a playful challenge that had Ben's blood pumping faster. Rachel reached back and unbuckled her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. The sight of her thick and wide back, made Ben's cock twitch. She slipped off her panties, and they followed the bra, creating a small pile of discarded fabric on the plush carpet. Rachel looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do you love to ride a horse, Daddy?" she asked again, her voice a low, seductive purr that sent a thrill down Ben's spine.

Ben watched Rachel's playful striptease like a child. Two young, beautiful women, eager to satisfy his every whim—it was like a dream he never dared to dream in the recent years. His mind reeled with the sudden surge of sensations and emotions that he hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. The mundane existence he'd known since Jessy's passing had been shattered into a million glittering pieces by the seductive duo of Rachel and Tiffany. He gathered the last vestiges of his courage and looked at himself in the full-length mirror by the door. He is now a naked man with a cock that stood thick and glowing with a sheen of pre-cum that is eagerly waiting for more. He looked straight, a thick blonde full-figured woman with impressive curves standing naked before him, waiting for him to ride her thick ass. He walked towards her and smiled, feeling the energy of his youth return. Holding her hair, he whispered in her ear, "Lets go for a ride." Rachel's eyes sparkled with excitement, her plump breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath she took. She slowly guided his cock to her crack between those plump cheeks biting her lips, she tilted her head to one side, her eyes closed.

He slowly pushed it in, feeling her tightness grip him like a vice. Rachel's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt Ben's cock stretch her. Rachel's ass was felt like a he put his thick cock in a tight butter can. He gripped her hair firmly with his left hand, holding her in place as he began to thrust into her. Rachel's moans grew with each penetration, her body rocking back to meet his. He placed his right hand on her hip, guiding her, controlling the tempo. With each thrust, he felt his age melt away, replaced by the fiery passion of a man half his years. Rachel's hands found his hips, her nails digging into his skin, urging him deeper, faster. The bed beneath them remained a silent witness to their passion, not giving away their secret play. The heavy, luxurious mattress absorbed the force of their lovemaking, not even a squeak to be heard from the solid oak frame.

Ben felt a surge of power, a feeling of control that he hadn't felt in a long time. He started to realise that these girls were his to do with as he wished. He pulled her hair closer, making Rachel moan, and he felt his cock swell even more with her moan. Rachel's hand found her clit, her fingers moving in circles as she pleasured herself while Ben's cock plunged in and out of her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and Rachel felt her orgasm building, her body tensing, her muscles tightening around him. Ben watched her in the mirror, their eyes locking, and he knew he had her completely in his power. Ben went closer to her ears and whispered, "I hope you want me to finish it here itself," and Rachel nodded her head vigorously, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Rachel was so lost in the feeling of Ben's cock in her ass that she could barely speak. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and she could feel her body quivering with the effort of holding herself up. "Fuck my ass, Daddy," Rachel begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fill me up, Daddy." Ben's hand tightened in Rachel's hair, and he thrust deeper, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with every stroke. Rachel's hand worked faster, her fingers slipping in and out of her cunt, the sound of wetness echoing in the quiet room.

He smirked and continued the ride. This time more passionately. He didn't want to rush like a young boy. His maturity in handling such things took effect. Ben's strokes grew slower, more deliberate, savoring the sensation of Rachel's tight ass around him. He knew how to draw out the pleasure, how to build it to a crescendo that would leave her begging for more. Rachel's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort of holding onto the bedpost. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers moving in time with Ben's thrusts, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Ben leaned down, his chest pressing against Rachel's back, his teeth grazing her earlobe. He moved up his hands and grabbed her bosom and weighed it, feeling the firmness of her breasts in his palms. Rachel's breath hitched at the sudden sensation, her moans growing more urgent. He kneaded her flesh, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them harden under his touch. Rachel's body was a symphony of sensation, each stroke of his cock in her ass, each pinch of her nipples sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck, and whispered, "Keep it deep in your ass, baby." Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, and she nodded, her mouth forming a silent "yes." Ben's thrusts grew stronger, each one pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel Rachel's muscles contracting, her body begging for release. With a couple of, firm push, he buried his fat cock deep within her, filling her with hot, thick cum. Rachel's scream of pleasure filled the room, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

The sound of Rachel's climax seemed to break the spell. Ben pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Rachel collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ben looked down at her with a satisfied grin, his own breathing heavy. He watched as Rachel's hand moved between her legs, her fingers playing with the cum leaking from her ass, spreading it over her pussy. Rachel looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You're not yet tired, Daddy?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. Ben chuckled and shook his head. "Not at all, baby." He walked towards the bathroom, took a quick shower to refresh himself and then went back to the hall to grab another beer from the fridge. Rachel lay sprawled on the bed, watching him through hooded eyes, her body still humming from the intense pleasure he had given her.