Chapter 3: Chapter 3:

There's no getting around the fact that the evening after I got home that second day was pretty difficult. Acacia definitely expected me to come home horny and excited to dominate her like I had the night before. Unfortunately, I was not in the mood for it. When I walked in the room she was nude and frantically playing with herself, legs splayed wide apart, waiting for me to ravage her. Instead I told her to put her clothes on so that we could talk.

When we did, the conversation was strained. She didn't understand why I was in a state of such agitation. In truth, I had a hard time explaining it myself. We both had a hard time keeping our voices down, keenly aware that the thin walls of our apartment meant that any noise above a whisper risked carrying to Nate's room on one side, Willy's room on the other, or into the hallway next to the bathroom where anyone else could be walking by.

Nevertheless I tried to launch into the speech that I had been mentally preparing for the last few hours. I lodged my objections to what I had seen in the various pictures and videos that she had sent me today. Acacia was doing things above and beyond just letting my roommates jerk off on her, aka the original deal. I pointed out that she was playing with herself for them, letting them dominate and take pictures and videos of her, and perhaps worst of all she was drinking their cum. In response to each of these objections, Acacia correctly noted that I hadn't specifically told her that she couldn't do those things. When I noted that the video depicted her momentarily showing Nate her pussy, she started to cry softly. Through tears she said showing Nate her twat was an accident, but she really was confused as to why I was bringing it up. After all, hadn't I enjoyed the video? Hadn't I told her that it got me off?

Of course, I had liked the video very, very much. I'd liked it so much that despite the fact that I had already jerked off twice that day, I went back into the bathroom to watch it again one more time after Brea had clocked out for the day. I told myself the reason I watched it again was to see if there was anything else I missed that I should talk to Acacia again. Of course, just like the first time I watched it I ended up pleasuring myself to the sight of my girlfriend acting like a dirty porno slut before getting glazed with a huge load of my roommate's messy white spunk.

I tried to calm Acacia down before the sound of her sobs reached other ears. I admitted that I did like the video, and that it did turn me on. BUT, I tried to say, just because I liked it doesn't mean that she can just act on WHATEVER slutty impulse she had.

This was, in fact, the absolute wrong thing to say. It caused her to cry harder."I thought you LIKED me being a slut!" she wailed. I could hear Nate and Willy both leave their rooms, probably to retreat to the living room to watch TV. I envied them.

The conversation went back and forth like that for quite a while. I tried to explain my concerns, and she kept coming back to the undeniable fact that my dick got hard when she acted like a cumwhore. She said she felt judged. I said I felt disrespected. Round and round we went, getting nowhere with each other.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, we both calmed down, and I admitted the truth: seeing Acacia perform like a wonton sexpot for other people did turn me on, but it also made me feel insecure. She had always been my good little girl to fuck and use and dominate however I'd wanted, but the real problem was that I worried that if she did it for other people that she would no longer bemine in quite the same way. After all, agreeing to this whole arrangement where she paid rent by getting my roommate's rocks off wasn't my idea, it was hers. "I'm worried that you'll eventually want them more than you want me," I said. "That's my real concern, I think."

"Oh, no, Ben. I would never!" insisted Acacia, her voice softening. "You're the only one I love. You're the only one I want to be with. You're the only one I would call my Daddy."

"Even though you said on the video that you wanted to suck Nate's dick?"

She nodded. "Of course. Just because I might want to do something doesn't mean I love you any less."

"Is it because he's... you know... bigger than me?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, it is big. And I do want to suck it. But it's not because of that. Besides..." her voice trailed off.

"Besides what?" I asked.

"Besides, well, I'm a little scared to admit this given this conversation but... I also told Tommy and Willy that I would suck their cocks. And they're not as big as you, I don't think."

"You... did? Why?"

"Yeah, I said that to all of them. Part of it is because I thought it would get them off. Part of it was because I hoped it might get you off. But the biggest reason was that... it is true. I love wrapping my lips around a big juicy cock, licking it all over, taking it deep in my throat, and making it nut in my mouth or all over me. Doing that gets me so wet. No one knows that more than you, Ben. But because you haven't told me I could do that with the multiple other hard dicks I see every day, I haven't. I've been so SO tempted, and it's really hard for me not to, but I haven't done it. I love you and I respect your rules."

"I understand." I said, but I was not entirely sure I meant it. Acacia's lurid description of how much she loved giving blowjobs had triggered the libido I was trying to supress. I looked at my girlfriend's face, her bright blue eyes reddened slightly, her apple cheeks streaked with dried tears. She looked back at me, her beautiful face a mixture of hope and love. It was right then that my mind flashed back to the multiple images that I'd been sent earlier that day of the same face painted with rope after rope of my roommates' white hot jizz. It was also right then that my lust kicked into overdrive.

"Since you like sucking cock so much do you want to suck mine" I demanded, trying to restore the edge in my voice.

I watched Acacia practically melt into her submissive role. "PLEASE let me Daddy. I want it so bad."

Moments later her head was happily bobbing up and down on my steel-hard rod, one hand wrapped around my cock and one hand diddling between her own legs. She was pulling out all the stops: rubbing the shaft all over her face, licking my balls, deep throating until she choked, letting me fuck her face. She was a truly exceptional fellatrix, in part because it did turn her on so much. It almost felt...unfair to keep her all to myself. Still, I wasn't entirely sure I was ready to give her that permission.

"Let's suppose I do let you do put another boy's cock in your whore mouth," I said, withdrawing my member from her sucking lips with an audible pop. "What is in it for me?"

I watched a small but significant orgasm crest across Acacia's expression. "Ughhhhhh, Daddy. Just that question made me cum."

"Answer the question, slut."

"If you let me suck another dick I'll do absolutely anything. I'll do it in front of you so you can watch. I'll dress up however you want. I'll bring another girl home for you to fuck. I'll walk around the apartment covered in your cum so everyone knows I'm yours. I'll do ass to mouth. I'll do ANYTHING."

"You'd do those things anyway, wouldn't you, slut?"

She nodded, and convulsed again, whimpering through another climax. I guided my cock back between her lips.

"I'll think about it, Acacia. Now finish me off. After all the cum I've seen on your face today, I want you to suck me until I hose you down with mine."

And so she did.

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I woke Acacia up early the next morning and fucked her hard before going to work, not caring that our routinely vigorous lovemaking might wake up others in the flat. As I thrust in and out of her tight velvety snatch, I told her that I wanted her to be the best cumwhore she could be today, that it was OK if she did what my roommates told her to do as long as it was within the rules, and that if she wanted to she could swallow their spunk. I also told her that since she had already shown Nate her pussy that she should could also flash her cunt to Tommy and Willy (but not Nate) provided that she also told them that her daddy had fucked her there that morning. Each slutty assignment I gave her caused her cunt to get wetter and sloppier such that by the end she was practically gushing rivulets of girl juices onto the sheets.

"I'll do all that. I'll do anything you ask. But please can I suck their dicks?" she begged as I plowed into her. "Just a little?"

The question was enough to push me over the edge, but before I could answer I promptly emptied my balls into her. I unsheathed my cock from her cunt and brought it up to her lips as I always did so she could clean me off.

After a minute or so of her lavish oral ministrations, I finally answered her question. "Maybe."

Thankfully it was Friday before a long weekend, and I got to work feeling pretty sanguine about the whole roommate situation. All I had to do was get through a standard laid back end-of-the-week report day and then I'd be done for three days and things would get back to normal. Surely, my roommates wouldn't be bugging my girlfriend to help get them off while I was there. Obviously not.

It was also payday, which meant I had enough scratch for an evening on the town for Acacia and me. After the rough night last night and all of the weirdness we'd been going through, it would do us good to get out of the house for a date night. I went online and nabbed an available reservation for 2 at 6:15pm at Gino's, a little bar and grill right by my office, then texted Acacia the details with a reminder not to be late. She was not the most punctual of people, and Gino's was notorious for giving away tables if people didn't make it on time.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, if not exactly routine. At around 9:50am I received a text from Acacia that was unaccompanied by a picture or video. I opened it in my cubicle.

Uhhhhh that was weird

"Okay" I texted back. "What was weird?"

Willy came in and asked me to take off my shirt. So I did and showed him my big fat titties and he got out his cock and started jerking. Then I did what you told me to do and told him I wanted to show him my pussy because you had just fucked me there. He got really excited and then when I took off my thong some of your cum must have seeped out of me because he then got REALLY excited and started jerking off more. But instead of looking at my cunt like we both wanted him to he was looking at my PANTIES. Then he asked if he could touch my thong. I said yes, and he just wrapped them around his dick and jerked off with them and came almost right away all in his hand!! Didn't do it on me at all!

"Wooowwwwww I did not expect that," I responded. I'd known Will for five years, he was my freshman year roommate, and he'd never said he had a panty fetish. Not that we talked about that sort of thing. He was pretty uptight and came from a fairly regressive religious household so maybe that played into it, but I never would have suspected. I guess you never really know about a person.

They were pretty messy afterward so I told him to take them and wash them and bring them back. I hope you don't mind I didn't get a picture!

"Don't mind at all, don't need to see that. Huh! Weird."

Kk love u ttyl

I shook my head and returned to work. I couldn't imagine passing up the opportunity to splash a naked girl with your seed in favor of spilling it into some panties, but I guess it takes all kinds. Still, I was gratified that Acacia had presented her pussy to him as I'd instructed AND told him that I had just used it for my own gratification. Acacia following my instructions made me feel very good indeed.

Unlike a lot of interminable Fridays, this day seemed to race by like nothing. I fell into a task I'd been putting off and let the workflow state take hold of me. I was also surprisingly free from sexy interruptions as it was almost 3:15 before I got another sexy Acacia text. This one had a picture attached to it. I wondered whether it was Tommy or Nate who had just popped off with her help. I opened the message and was greeted with a shot of her naked ass spread open with streaks of white cum lashed across her plump buttocks with a significant pooling of jizz around her tight little butthole. The angle left nothing to the imagination, as below her ass my girlfriend's labia was prominently displayed for both me and the person who took the picture. The text accompanying the image said: Tommy said thank you for letting him see my pussy. He said it was very cute. He wanted to cum on it but I didn't know if you'd be OK with that so he did this instead.

"Good girl. And thank you." I texted back.

There is video if you want to see it?

I was very aroused and hadn't gotten off since this morning. Still, I was trying to avoid spending a lot of time in the office bathroom today like I had for the past few days. Brea, who otherwise seemed very nice and pleasant and was quite cute and helpful, would always comment on how long I spent there. I didn't want her to think that I had major intestinal issues or anything. Or, worse, I didn't want her to guess that I was using office space to whack off!

Still, if Acacia had video that would accompany this picture it would mean that I got to listen to her talk dirty to Tommy about how I'd fucked her twat. Maybe I'd also see her play with her asshole again, which I loved. My pants tightened around my stiffening rod. I glanced toward the bathroom and Brea was not at her desk, so I decided to try to make it undetected.

I was just about to open the bathroom door when the door flung open on its own and I saw the cute blonde Brea on the other side. She saw me and looked immediately embarrassed for some reason, her face faintly flushed. "Ope, sorry, just coming out!" She said in her lilting voice with a half smile, her eyes averted. I could swear I saw her gaze dart downward toward the tenting in my slacks, before her green eyes locked briefly on my own as she passed by me. "All yours," she said. "Enjoy."

Enjoy?!? I thought. That was odd. I shrugged it off and locked the door, put in my earbuds, sat on the toilet and texted Acacia that I did want to see the video.

As I waited to receive it, I scrolled back through some of the previous texts, my cock hardening at the filthy images my beloved girlfriend had sent me over the past few days. When the vid arrived I rushed to open it.

The scene was our bedroom and like the video from yesterday it was shot in POV format. Acacia was dressed in casual clothes and sitting on the bed.

"Hi Tommy, where do you want to cum today?"

"I, uh... I'm not sure," came his reply. Tommy was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy but it didn't surprise me that he was a little nervous around girls. In the three years I've known him he'd never had a girlfriend. He was also a bigger guy, and I know that had some effect on his confidence. A part of me felt bad for him, but then I remembered that he was about to blow his nut on my girlfriend's asshole.

"I think I know what you want, Tommy. You want to see my big fat ass, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Good, why don't you take that big cock out and I'll take off my clothes."

The camera showed Acacia whip off her tanktop and free her juicy E-cups before she swung around so her back was to the camera.

"And I have a surprise for you today, Tommy. In addition to letting you look at my tight, tight back door," she said as she peeled her shorts down around her hips, the tiny blue thong sliding down with it,"you also get to see my wet little cunt. Would you like that?"

"Holy shit yes!"

As soon as her slit came into view the camera I could hear Tommy groan and the sound of him spanking his dick harder. Like she did with Nate yesterday, Acacia began to play with her clit and asshole simultaneously, the only difference now was that this time her wet glistening cunt was on full display.

"Do you like looking at my pussy, Tommy? My daddy fucked me there really hard this morning. Did you hear it?"

"Yeah, I did. I do! It's so... cute."

"It's cute, huh?"

"I mean, it's so hot! Sexy. God I can smell your cunt. Can I... can I cum on it too?"

"Mmmm, I'd like that. But I think you probably should just shoot all over my ass instead. Can you do that for me, Tommy? Blow that hot load all over me while you look at my slutty holes?"

Tom groaned again and moved closer to Acacia's behind, the camera shuffling so that for the first time in the 7 minute video his cock came into view. It was not as long as mine, but like Tommy it was incredibly thick. His dick was practically the width of a beer can, with a drooling angry circumcised head. He moved it so that the head was pointed right at the pleasingly crinkled rim of her anus, so close that I almost thought he was going to try to slip it in. The thought excited me more than I imagined and I began to stroke my own cock in time with my friend.

Then, like with the video yesterday, my own orgasm was triggered by watching my roommate use my girlfriend as a cum receptacle. Tommy's pearly white spunk cascaded in rivulets across the twin globes of Acacia's ass and towards her asshole, as mine splashed against the wall with surprising force. Acacia seemed to orgasm too, then she drew a finger along her ass to scoop up some of Tommy's spunk. The camera followed the finger as she brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean. Then the video went blank.

"You are such a good whore," I texted Acacia. "I love you."

I love u tooooooooo I am glad you liked it!!

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It was almost 4:30 by the time I emerged from the bathroom. Brea smiled at me as I walked by her desk. I smiled back. As per usual I couldn't tell what her deal was, but she was friendly and cute and besides it was almost the weekend. I shook it off.

As the clock ticked toward 6pm quitting time, I checked my phone. No texts from Acacia. I guess Nate wasn't going to take his turn today, which was fine by me. I texted her to remind her that the reservation was at 6:15 and not to be late. On the two block walk to Gino's from my office, I got a response from her that said she was in an Uber on the way and would be maybe 5 minutes late. I rolled my eyes, but 5 minutes late would probably not make us lose the table.

Of course, 5 minutes late quickly turned into 10. My frustration was growing and I was about to call her when Acacia burst into the restaurant lobby at 6:27. Any annoyance I might have had evaporated when I saw what she was wearing. Acacia had gone all out, sporting a black blouse with subtle silver sparkles, the neckline plunging to reveal a substantial amount of cleavage, a light pink pencil skirt, and backseamed stockings with black heels. It was one of the only nice outfits she had that wasn't lost, and that was only because she had worn it out on our last date night before the fire and she'd left it over at my place. Her curly brown hair was tousled but tucked back into a loose ponytail. For the first time in weeks, she was wearing eyeshadow, eyeliner, and blush. Acacia was the type of pretty that didn't need makeup to look good, but when she put it on she was astonishingly gorgeous.

"Hi honey I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "Let's get seated and I have to run to the ladies' room right afterward."

The table was an isolated booth towards the back of the restaurant. While she excused herself to the restroom I noted to myself that if she'd been on time we would have gotten the two top with a view near the window, but so it goes. I ordered a martini for myself and a tequila sunrise for Acacia. When she came back, her hair was wrapped up in a tighter and more extravagant updo, and she had put on a pleasing light red lipstick.

The drinks flowed and we chatted amicably about work and school and video games and anime and gossiped about other family and friends. We didn't talk about the fire in her apartment, or our relationship, and we especially didn't talk about my roommates using her as a cum dumpster. We just ate our meals and had a few drinks and enjoyed each other's company. It felt good to be out on a proper date, away from the house, and all the headache that entailed. It was glorious.

By the time the check came, we were both a little buzzed, but it was still only 8:30. The night was young.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked.

"I dunno! We could just head home. I don't need you to spend more money on me tonight. This was such a lovely dinner."

"I don't mind spending money on my best girl," I said, trying to sound charming. "Let's go get another drink somewhere! There's a bar around the corner. Besides, I don't really want to go home and run into Nate trying to get his turn for today."

"Oh... Um. Well, you don't have to worry about that."

This was odd. She looked guilty. "What do you mean?"

"He, uh... got his turn," she said, a glint of mischief in her eye.

"Hang on, wait. Did you text me about it?"

She shook her head. "No, Daddy," she said in her best sultry voice, low enough so that no one would hear us. "I didn't have time to cuz I was already late for our date."

My head swam from her answer, not to mention the alcohol. I felt a torrent of emotions all at once... fear, lust, anger, confusion, betrayal, jealousy, arousal. My body felt on fire but nothing on earth could stop me from asking the question that I was both thrilled and terrified to ask.

"Did you suck his dick?"

"...Kind of," she said and brought her cocktail straw to her lips, taking the last sip from her tequila sunrise. She winked at me and sucked, fellating the straw like I imagined her fellating Nate's cock.

"Anything else for the table?" asked the waiter at the worst possible time.

"No thank you," I said without looking at him. When he had disappeared I leaned in close and took Acacia's left hand in my right. "Tell me what happened, slut."

"Well, Daddy," she replied sotto voce, "I was already all dressed and ready to go when he knocked on our door. I told him I didn't have time, but he said it wouldn't take long and then just pushed me down on my knees and took out his cock. It was already so, so hard and drooling and it looked so yummy and my cunt got sooooooo wet."

A person passed by the table. She stopped talking and waited for them to pass, then resumed.

"Then he said he wanted to cum on my pretty slut face. I told him no because then I would be late to meet up with you, Daddy, and my makeup would be ruined! He called me a whore again and said he needed to use me to get off and you know how much I like that."

"So you sucked him off?!?!" I asked, more than a hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Well, no. Not then," she replied. "Instead I told him to just jerk off in my mouth and that way I could swallow it all down and be on my way. You DID say I could drink their cum, Daddy."

She had me. I did say that. "Yeah, but..."

"So that's what he did. He must have been pretty worked up already so he pointed that huge fat cock at my mouth. I told him not to get any on my makeup or blouse and opened wide for him. His dick is so long, see, and it was pointed right at my tongue and then he started shooting his hot salty load in my mouth but a shot went all the way down my throat. I thought I might choke, Daddy! I needed to close my mouth but I also didn't want him to blast on my face so theonly thing I could do, Daddy was close my lips around the head of his huge hog to keep all the cum in one place."

"I didn't say you could suck their cocks, Acacia," I said, with an edge in my voice that surprised us both. We both looked around to see if anyone had seen. I couldn't tell if anyone had.

Acacia responded in a loud whisper. "I know, but you said I MAYBE could! That's what you said! So, you know, I... MAYBE... did."

"Is that ALL you did? You just caught his load in your mouth and NOTHING else?"

She looked at me sheepishly, then looked down and shook her head. Without looking up at me, she said "No, Daddy, I'm sorry. Once it was in my mouth and shooting his yummy cum, I couldn't stop myself. I sucked it and licked it and even reached up with my hand and jacked his long thick cock off to make sure his balls were all the way empty. He might have put his hand on my head and fucked my mouth a teensy tiny bit too. Then I swallowed it all down like a good slut and came to meet you."

This explained the lipstick and the changed hairdo once she got to the restaurant. "Acacia... this is... a lot," I said.

"I know. I'm sorry! But honestly I couldn't help it. I knew it was important to you that I be on time! This was the only way it was going to happen."

I sighed and sat back in my chair. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the waiter was hoping we'd leave soon so that he could turn over the table. I was at a crossroads. On the one hand, she had basically broken the rules and had taken her sluttiness to the next level without explicit permission. She also sucked another man's dick. If I wanted to tell people that she cheated on me, virtually no one would disagree.

On the other hand, I did say she could maybe suck someone else's dick. She was also right that if she were late for dinner I would have been extremely upset. Also, on some level, I didn't care that she sucked another man's cock. Because, on another level, it turned me on.

I made up my mind.

"Acacia, I'm going to ask you one question and I want you to answer me honestly. If you aren't honest, our relationship is over. Do you understand?"

"OK," she said, tears welling up in her widening eyes.

I let the moment linger, the hovering waiter be damned. Then I leaned in and asked my girlfriend "Did it turn you on to sit here having dinner with me with another boy's thick load in your stomach?"

Acacia looked at me, took a deep breath to gather her nerves, and answered confidently. "Yes, Daddy, I honestly loved it and it and I made myself cum on the ride over to the bar thinking about just that."

"Good girl," I said. "I'm going to take you up on your offer to do anything I want in exchange for letting you suck another cock. Let's go to a bar."

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We skipped the busy downtown college bars that were nearby. Those would not work for what I had in mind. Instead, we walked about a quarter mile to a sleepier part of town. The bar was called the Deadline and it was populated by an older, less professional sort. I'd been there a few times with my older brother Ned before he moved to Chicago. He liked the shot and a beer vibe. I knew it was a place that no one I knew would go.

For a Friday night the place was dead. By my count there were 5 people at the bar who didn't work there, a couple in the back corner, two dudes at the front of the bar who were arguing about something having to do with politics, and another guy watching a baseball game on a nearby TV alone at the other end of the bar.

I zeroed in on the baseball fan. He was older, maybe in his 40s, stocky but well-built with wide shoulders, tattooed arms, horn-rimmed glasses, and a short cropped salt-and-pepper beard. I took Acacia's hand and walked over to the seat next to him.

"Mind if we watch the game with you?" I said in my friendliest voice.

"Feel free," he replied. I bellied up to the bar on his right, and Acacia settled in next to me as well. I noticed he was low on whatever he was drinking so I asked the bartender for three shots of whiskey.

"Care to join?" I asked.

"Sure," he said.

I spent the next hour or so watching baseball and chatting with the fan. His name was Clay and he was a part time musician/part time tattoo artist, and he'd lived in San Fran for a while before moving down to the South Bay to work. He lived with his girlfriend and her son in Willow Glen, but liked to come to this bar to watch ballgames. He had a good sense of humor and managed to bring Acacia into the conversation at times. I wasn't sure if he was trying not to be awkward or if he was interested in her. I also didn't care either way.

The game ended and Clay drained whatever was left of his last shot. "Folks, I think that's my cue. Nice talking to you both and have a nice evening." He got up to leave.

"Wait one second," I said. The events of the evening combined with the significant amount of alcohol I had consumed conspired to instill within me a preternatural confidence. "I have a question."

Clay looked at me over the top of his glasses, and smiled thinly. He was a very handsome older man with lots of muscles and tattoos and ordinarily I would have been very intimidated by him but for whatever reason tonight was different. Regardless, I could tell his patience was somewhat limited. "What is it, son?" he responded with a wry grin.

"Do you think my girlfriend is pretty?" I asked. Again, I had no idea where this confidence was coming from, but I decided to ride it to see where it went.

Clay looked at Acacia, scanning her from head to heel. "Son, your girlfriend right there is hotter than a fucking blowtorch. That girl on your arm is a goddamn knockout. But... something tells me you know that. Don't you?" he asked, sitting back down.

"I do," I admitted. "She's the love of my life, and I think she's gorgeous." I looked at Acacia and she flashed me her wide blushing smile, all the while subtly leaning forward to accentuate her cleavage. She may not have known exactly what I was planning, but she clearly had an inkling.

"No disagreement here, Ben," replied Clay, wordlessly signaling to the bartender for another shot. "So what, pray tell, would you like me to do about that?"

I could hardly believe the words that came out of my mouth. "I want to watch her suck your cock."

Clay's eyebrows moved upward but otherwise he remained expressionless.

"That's it?" he said. "You just want to watch her blow me?"

"Yes," I replied.

"And you're not trying to get a piece of my dick too? No offense if so, that's just not my game."

"Not at all," I assured him.

The bartender brought him his shot. He threw it back and put a $10 bill on the bar. He looked at me. He looked at her. Then, with a shrug of his broad muscled shoulders, he replied "OK, let's go."

On some level I didn't expect him to say yes, but the die was cast. He grabbed Acacia's hand and led her to the nether regions of the bar, back behind the cash machine and the jukebox to the dingy dark hallway where the single stall restrooms were. He pushed into one of them, dragging my girlfriend behind him.

The door swung shut in my face. A million thoughts raced through my brain. My girlfriend was behind that door with another man who I've given permission to do unspeakable things to her. Would I have to listen to him have his way with my slut girlfriend while locked out? Should I just follow him? Would it be impolite to knock? I didn't quite know what to do.

Thankfully the door swung open again. I saw Acacia on her knees, her massive pink tits already out on full display for this stranger. "Son, do you want to watch this or not?" asked Clay, annoyed. I nodded. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me inside, shoved me against the wall, and locked the latch.

Clay looked down at Acacia on her knees in front of him with her heaving breasts, and then he looked over at me. It felt like he wanted me to say something, but I didn't know what it was. I really didn't know what to do here at all, to be frank.

"You really don't know what you're doing, do you?" Clay asked, his steely grey eyes trained on me. I shook my head. His countenance softened. "OK, let me help."

"Thank you," I said.

He looked down at Acacia and asked her in his sweetest voice, "Are you a slut?"

She nodded, her hands reaching up to cup the enormous tits protruding out of her open blouse. "Yes I am, Clay."

"Good. Every good slut needs a master. So who is your master?"

"Ben is," she replied without hesitation. "He's my Daddy." I loved her for that.

"Perfect," said Clay. "And like any good slut, you'd do whatever your Daddy tells you to do, right?"

"Oh yes. And I have."

"I believe that, slut," he said. "If your Daddy doesn't mind, I'd like you to hike up that skirt of yours so that I can see your cunt and tell me some of the slutty things you have done recently."

Acacia looked at me for permission. I nodded. She lifted up her pencil skirt revealing, as I expected, that she was not wearing panties. A small tuft of brown hair above her slit was visible to me and the stranger she was kneeling in front of.

"Yesterday three men other than my Daddy came all over my whore face," she said. "Today one boy jerked off in my panties, another guy blew his load on my asshole, and I sucked a third man's cock. And now I'm on my knees in front of a man I hardly know hoping that he'll let me do the same to him."

The scale of Acacia's sluttiness seemed to take Clay aback, if only for a moment. "Those are... extremely slutty things. I am impressed that you have a Daddy that allows you to express yourself that way."

"He is so good to me," replied Acacia. "And I love him." They both looked at me with kind eyes and my nervousness seemed to dissolve.

I regained my composure and nodded at Clay as a gesture of thanks. Then, I turned to my beloved girlfriend. "Acacia, I love you too. Now I want you to take this nice man's dick out of his pants and make him feel as good as you made me feel last night."

Acacia squealed in delight. "OK Daddy!" She tore into his belt buckle, unfastening it in a flash before peeling his zipper down and unleashing what was, frankly, a much bigger cock than either of us expected. Clay may have been older and grizzled and a little short and stocky but his member was a good eight inches long and thick as my wrist. It wasn't just bigger than mine, I thought it might have even been bigger than Nate's. My girlfriend licked her lips before diving in with gusto, licking and sucking his fat member as best she could.

Watching in person while another man was fellated by my beloved Acacia was primal. Sure, I'd seen a few pictures and videos of her doing slutty things, but this was another level entirely. I could see it, hear it, smell it. Everything was immediate. There was no separation. I wasn't watching porn on my phone, I was watching my partner blow someone else. My cock strained in my pants.

"Acacia, baby, are you having fun?" I asked.

"Mmmmhhh hmmm," she managed, her mouth too full of cockmeat to answer intelligibly. Still, the way she was furiously frigging herself while bobbing on his member testified to her unadulterated bliss.

For his part Clay did not hesitate in taking liberties with Acacia. First he pawed at her exposed tits while she sucked his balls, then he took her hair in both hands and fucked her face until mascara tears streamed down her face. He also didn't ask permission when he pulled her hungry lips off his member before settling it in between her massive breasts and thrusting upwards while he tilted her chin up and leaned down. Before I knew what was happening he was titfucking my girlfriend while making out with her at the same time. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. I soon realized that my own cock was out, exposed, my hand working it back and forth in time to Clay's thrusts.

Clay put his monster cock back in my lover's mouth and looked at me. "Son, this slut is fantastic. Can I have her pussy too?" Acacia moaned, her eyes lolling back in what I assumed was an orgasm. I knew she wanted this huge cock in her cunt. It would almost certainly be the biggest one she'd ever taken. The thought of her pussy lips struggling to grip that massive member was beyond inviting. But I wasn't ready for it, yet. I shook my head no.

"Fair enough," said Clay as he sawed his thickness in and out of her mouth. "Any chance I can have her ass?" Acacia whimpered, no doubt imagining how uncomfortable Clay's monster would be in her tightest hole. Once again, I was very tempted but shook my head no.

"Heh. Not ready for that yet. I get it," said Clay. "I went through the same thing with my old lady. Maybe one day you'll meet her and I'll pay you back this favor. At any rate, I'm going to blow pretty soon. Where do you want me to do it?" His hands were on both sides of Acacia's head as he fucked her mouth. He wasn't talking to her at all, he was talking to me, asking me where on my girlfriend he should bust his load.

"Cum on my slut's face," I said. "She deserves it."

"Yes she does," said Clay as he withdrew his massive tool from her drooling mouth.

"Yes I do!" agreed, Acacia. "Give me a big wet messy facial in front of my daddy!"

I saw his balls tighten and pulse as he began to shoot rope after rope of frothy white semen on my beloved's visage, covering her forehead, firing across her nose and into her open mouth, and practically gluing her left eye shut. It was such an impressive load that it almost failed to register that this was the first time I'd ever seen Acacia make another man orgasm in person. Some part of me had to have known it would not be the last.

"Nice work," I said to Clay while handing him my phone, and pointing my cock at my cum-covered girlfriend. "Take a video of me adding to it."

I was so turned on by watching my girlfriend suck off a stranger that I held nothing back, firing my spunk on Acacia's left eye, her tits, her cheeks, and I even shot a bit in her curly brown hair before stuffing my cock into her mouth and forcing her to suck the last remnants of my load from me. When I looked down at Acacia, she was a mess, totally degraded, totally cumdrunk, and yet totally blissed out.

Clay handed me back my phone and then took out his own. "Gotta take a few for the missus," he quipped.

At Clay's suggestion, I let Acacia cover up her tits before we left the bathroom but that was it. She walked out of that bar, past the other patrons and the bartender, then caught an Uber home with two sticky loads of semen dripping down her face and onto her cleavage. No one said anything, but I liked to think that everyone knew.

When we arrived home at the flat, Tommy, Nate, and Nate's sister Eliana were in the living room near the front door. They had clearly been smoking pot and playing video games all night, as per usual. When they saw us, Tommy and Nate looked at each other knowingly but Eliana blurted out "HOLY SHIT GIRL YOU'RE A MESS!"

Acacia smiled, licked a bit of semen off her lip, and laughed. "I always am these days." Eliana looked at me quizzically. I shrugged and followed my girlfriend as she trudged toward the bathroom to clean up.