The work week went by in a blur, and unfortunately did not include Kayla. She had unceremoniously quit, no longer concerned about the need to take care of herself or pay her bills now that she had accepted Sienna's offer to join our harem. Every day I warred with my mind and the things that were happening back at home with my daily responsibilities. Every night I came home to a trio of chain-smoking, drunk, high nymphomaniacs that essentially mugged me for my semen.
Jaren, Kayla's boyfriend, was often present and I knew that based on his frequency of visits the girls were going through mounds of cocaine. The chorus of sniffles was a constant now in my home, only interrupted by moans of pleasure and the intense snorting of doing lines. Almost every flat surface in our home was now coated in a dusty white glaze of powder as mountains of the stuff went up the noses of Kayla and Sienna throughout every hour of the day.
I figured that early Jaren was simply giving coke to his girlfriend and her hot friend for fun, but by the end of the week I was passing hundreds of dollars to Sienna to pay him. By the time Friday rolled around I had spent more money on supplying the two teenagers with cocaine throughout the week than I had made working--a thought that both excited and concerned me.
When I stepped into the home at the end of another long and challenging day trying to focus on my job, the familiar sounds of cocaine being snorted could be heard clearly from the guest room--now Kayla's domain. As soon as I thought of her, she slipped out of the room and walked over to me, sniffling intensely with a half-smoked cigarette burning between her fingers.
"Hi daddy, Jaren's still here but after he leaves, I want you," she whispered while giving me a quick nibbling kiss that tasted of vodka and cigarettes.
I took a moment to appraise her appearance before responding. She had clearly not slept or showered in several days, falling face first into a multiday coke binge. Her eyeliner was smudged and sloppy and her skin was pale and pallid. She had a light coating of perspiration covering every visible inch of her skin, of which there was quite a bit to see with her outfit consisting of booty shorts and a white tank top. Her blonde hair was spun up into a messy bun and I could clearly see that it was on the greasy side and had gone unwashed as well.
"I'll shower first," she said, noticing me looking her over.
I gave her a crooked grin, shaking my head softly.
"I like how you look all coked out of your mind," I whispered.
She smiled and took a drag off her Camel, filling her lungs with the menthol smoke like it was much-needed oxygen. Without warning she stepped into me and locked lips, swirling her smokey tongue around mine and letting me taste her decadent sin. I met her with passion, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. Her lithe figure felt so good in my arms, and I enjoyed how utterly dirty she smelled and tasted. It wasn't the sour smell of body odor, it was the smell of stale smoke and ash, alcohol, and the muskiness of the unwashed female form.
Perhaps it was my mind playing tricks on me, but nothing about her unkempt manner was unpleasant to me--in fact it was much the opposite. My cock seemed to affirm my opinion and it pressed painfully against my slacks and into her lower abdomen suggestively.
"Can you be quick? I need you now," she whispered to me, seeming to read my mind.
I didn't answer, and instead whisked her away to my bedroom. I passed Amber on the bed who was sleeping, probably having nodded off, and went straight to the bathroom. I shut and locked the door after setting her down on the bathroom counter between the two sinks. She was already half-done unbuttoning my fly and I finished the job as she yanked down her heather grey booty shorts. I barely waited until she had kicked them to the floor before picking her back up and impaling her sopping cunt on my prick.
"Uhhnnn, fuck," she groaned in delight as my cock sank into her hungry cunt.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I cupped my hands under her ass and grabbed two handfuls of milky white flesh. I wasted no time in beginning my assault, stabbing my cock into her while I worked her little body in rhythm. The slaps of her ass on my thighs as I slammed her into me echoed loudly off the hard surfaces of the bathroom and I wondered how long it would take for Amber to wake up.
Kayla was thin and light and maneuverable in a way that made the experience of fucking her in this way quite magnificent. I was able to literally fuck myself with her body as I swung her back and forth onto my cock. She squealed in delight as the ripples of her ass reflected in the mirror, giving me an incredible view of the force I was generating with each penetration.
Something else I could see was a splotch of white powder near her right nostril indicative of her most recent line of coke. I imagined the mountain of coke that had traveled up that nostril in the last week, splattering itself on the front of her brain and changing her forever. I couldn't wait until she was blowing clouds of smoke with Sienna, melting puddles of meth at the same pace and ferocity of her burgeoning coke habit. For the time being, however, I kept these ideas to myself and continued plundering Kayla's young, tight depths.
"Hurry, give me your cum, I'm almost there..." she panted in my ear as she gripped me even more tightly with her legs.
My teeth clenched as I raced to keep pace with the young harlot, desperately wanting to climax in unison. Almost as soon as I thought about it her vaginal walls began convulsing around my shaft and the warmth of her embrace seemed to spike.
"Fucccckkk," she said through her own clenched teeth.
Luckily, I had been right behind her and gave in to my own release which began with several sporadic ejaculations before settling into a steady series of spasms that painted Kayla's insides with my seed.
"I love when you cum inside me," Kayla whispered into my ear before nibbling and kissing my face and eventually ending at my lips.
I accepted her offering and enjoyed suckling, nibbling, and kissing her obscenely plump lips individually. Even after a solid week of ravishing her daily, her incredible lips were still unbelievably magnificent.
"I'm glad, because I thought about fucking you all day and my balls were full," I responded.
"I can tell, you're leaking down my leg already," she agreed.
I set her back down on her feet and stepped back, noticing that a streak my cum was running from her crotch down her left thigh. Her labia were frothy white with the evidence of my voluminous insemination, and I couldn't help but feel proud.
"Are you on birth control?" I asked suddenly.
Kayla frowned at me, and I couldn't quite tell if I had offended her or simply asked a stupid question.
"Yeah...," she paused, looking at the floor, "well I was," she finished, raising her eyes to meet me.
I couldn't keep my eyebrows from raising in defiance of my attempt to remain composed, eliciting an unsure expression on Kayla's face that demanded I get more information.
"So, you ran out?" I pressed softly.
She twisted around back and forth like a little girl who'd been caught stealing cookies while answering.
"Well, not exactly," she replied.
I narrowed my gaze at her and waited impatiently for her explain.
"Sienna told me she's trying to get pregnant with your baby, she actually said quite a bit more than that but it kind of turned me on and on a whim, I've sort of just stopped taking my birth control," she said.
My mind was racing with the implications of what she was saying. Firstly, I was very aware that Sienna would likely be getting pregnant at some point with how many loads she was taking. I was also aware of her intense desire to have my child, something that I wasn't so sure about just yet, despite my heat of the moment fantasies. But for Kayla to be going baby crazy too was scary for lots of reasons.
We were intending on befouling this young woman to the point where her life would likely become completely unmanageable. This would mean that for a time we'd essentially be managing it for her, or more specifically, I would be managing it for her. Aside from the obvious financial issues that would cause, the ethical ones were just as concerning. Bringing a child into the mess that we intended on making of Kayla's life was borderline monstrous.
At the same time, having a bunch of drugged out teenagers with the swollen bellies of my offspring was strangely arousing to me. I just didn't know how I'd feel if I were changing diapers all day--my guess is not pleased.
"You look angry," Kayla observed, shaking me out of my thoughts.
I shook my head softly, making sure to compose my thoughts before responding.
