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she finally raised her face from King’s crotch, and smiled, so that he could
see she had eaten all his issue.
    He bent over her ass, and licked it.
    Then, he gave it a hard smack, leaving a
hand-print as her flesh wobbled.
    Peg was proud of her physique.
    She was often mistaken for a much-younger
woman, usually by almost twenty-five or even thirty years. She had been blessed
with a tight ass and good genes. She took care of herself, not drinking nor
smoking too much. She stayed away from the sun unless she had at least SPF 50
sun block available.
    She kept her pubic hair well-trimmed, and
applied a nice coconut oil lineament to the folds of her labia and her rectum
every night before going to bed. She loved getting fucked in the ass, and even
would sometimes suck on her lover’s cock after he’d ejaculated in her. It was
the only time she felt any enjoyment when she gave head, and she shrugged
mentally as to why that was. No matter…
    Robert King slid off the satin sheets of
the bed, which was adjustable and very expensive. He stood above her, as she
lay face-up. He gave her lips one last pass with his shrinking dick, and Peg
lapped at it and laughed as though she’d been given the tastiest treat in
existence.
    King chuckled and went to shower off the
sweat and sex smell from their frantic coupling. As he did, he thought that all
of their couplings were frantic. He didn’t know why. It was his house, and he’d
fucked so many women here he’d lost count. He’d fucked young ones, old ones,
black, yellow and white, and every variation he’d been able to come up with.
He’d fucked as many as five at once, and even had one or two young men once or
twice. He didn’t consider himself gay, but a couple of hot women liked being
double-teamed, and he saw no harm in participating, just so it was made clear
there’d be no ball-to-ball contact.
    He actually surprised himself one night
when he realized he was sucking some dude’s cock. Luckily, everyone was so
stoned and drunk that the event was ephemeral. Since that time, he’d only
strayed once or twice more. Certainly didn’t make him gay…not like his
attorney, Floori.
    King washed his balls and under his ass as
he contemplated the problem he now found himself facing. Peg’s stepdaughter was
close to discovering a major flaw in his well-crafted defense. It was one thing
to have won in court with that old fuck Turner. That was merely a matter of
some well-placed cash and the threat of uncovering the old bastard’s habit for
black poontang. His wife certainly would not be pleased to know old Ike had
been fucking the maid in their marital bed.
    King was amazed at the ability for old men
to fuck like that until he remembered that Viagra and other dick-enhancers had
been invented to allow old geezers to do just that.
    He thought again about Megan, and went
down a mental checklist of how he could solve that problem.
    Most of the solutions were certainly
illegal, and many were too complicated to actually put into play.
    He came time and again to the most obvious
and simple conclusion.
    He never liked having to choose that
particular method, but it was foolproof and final.
    Once he came to the realization that Megan
was a real and valid threat to his empire, he’d made up his mind.
    Now, it was just a matter of finding the
right time and the best way to cover it up.
    He thought of a few names of associates he
felt he could trust to make his problem vanish. As he thought, he rinsed off
some more soap, and then decided to wash himself one more time. He knew he
sweat profusely, and found it irritating that, despite his best efforts at
hygiene, he always had a whiff of uncleanliness to him. He’d consulted doctors,
changed his diet and drinking habits, and gave up smoking cigars. All to no
avail. His body odor, like a few of his elderly women lovers, just wouldn’t go
away.
    He chuckled again, and felt a slight swell
in his groin as he thought back to his latest sexual