Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 8: Caitlyn's Lament
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Silco sighed, sliding open a drawer and removing the slender syringe within. The tip plunged into the neat, antiseptic container for the shimmer, and he withdrew it, pushing on the syringe until droplets of the pink fluid trickled down the edges. Only then did he plunge it into his vein, letting out a groan as the stuff hit his body like an electric shock.

"Hey, boss," Jinx said, casually strolling into the office without a care in the world. "Enjoying the shimmer?"

"It helps," he said. "These old bones need a little help not to crack too badly."

"You know, I can plug you with the stuff, I know how to inject it. It's safer to have somebody else do it." She talked about him like he was her grandfather - he supposed he was old enough that in some other life, he could have been. "Imagine if you had a muscle spasm from the shot."

"Your concern is noted, Jinx," Silco said, as he removed the syringe. Jinx practically dashed forward to help him cover the poke with a bit of white wrapping, applying pressure until it got stuck in place. "Thank you," he said. Even if he didn't need the help, he appreciated the sincerity of the attempt. "I'm told that you got into a gunfight with Ms. Martinez," he said.

"Nah. If it were a gunfight, she'd be dead," Jinx said, holding out her fingers and miming shooting a gun right at his head. He pulled off the tourniquet, letting his fingers enjoy the sudden rush of blood, the numbness in his hand retreating as the shimmer did its work on his body as a whole. "Just a misfire between gal pals," she said, popping her lips.

"I assume your aggression let you confirm the Vivi is not the one who framed Max?"

"Nope! Or, well, when I say 'nope,' I mean she's not the one who framed Max. Not that I couldn't confirm. I did confirm. Not Vivi."

He took a few long, deep breaths, as the shimmer settled in his system. "You came up on the police scanner," he noted.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. eDNA of an unknown girl with blue hair. Know where?"

"All over the place, my skin cells flake just like anybody else, pops," Jinx said, casually shoving her pinky finger in her ear and wiggling it around.

"The inside of Doctor Maximillian Mars Stat's apartment," he said. He tried to gauge her response, but there really wasn't one: she just kept poking at her ear. "Can I ask what brought you there?"

"Yeah, his big fat cock," Jinx said. "I'm thinkin' it might just be the best cock in the world," she explained. It was only through titanic effort that Silco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Seriously," she added, somehow making herself sound serious despite the absurdity of what she was talking about.

"You're only eighteen, Jinx." He didn't want to get too much further into her personal sexual experience than they already had.

"Pah, old man, you're not listening to me," Jinx said. "Whatever. It doesn't matter that much anyway." She casually cracked her neck. "May have pissed off Liv," she added. "If I die, she did it."

"Duly noted," Silco said dryly. "Her background check only noted a history as a day trader," he added, admittedly a tad curious.

"Bullets don't care about background checks, and I'm about as vulnerable to them as anybody else." She laid down on his desk at that point, legs flopping off one end. "What's the plan with the investigation?" She asked. "Don't want my wonderful cock to get taken away just 'cause some stupid Enforcers got themselves killed."

"We contract out law enforcement to the Enforcers," Silco reminded her. For a child of her generation, understanding the intricacies of this sort of thing was... difficult. Zaun wasn't Piltover, so why should their police be Piltovans? "There is a need for law and order."

"I'll do it," Jinx said. "How hard could it be? Just blow up the bad guys."

"And who is the bad guy in this case, Jinx?" Jinx huffed, momentarily defeated. "Nakamura and Ejike have alibis for the time of the Enforcers going missing. I assume the same is true of the Vivi?"

"Ehhh... I guess so," Jinx said, rolling up on the desk with a snap. "Mostly, though, I figure she's innocent 'cause she sucked the guy's cock."

"Excellent evidence," Silco said. "Do you have any that would satisfy anyone else?" There was the absent thought that came to mind, that Jinx was dragging out the conversation on purpose, purely to spend more time with him - but then, she could be like this with anyone.

"Well, sucking Max's cock would satisfy most girls," Jinx said, popping her lips. Silco didn't give her the benefit of a smile in response. "Yeah, they were busy at the time of. Getting busy, that is. I checked the CCTV, they were in their room the whole day."

"Then why did you go confront them and almost get yourself shot?" Silco asked.

"'cause it's fun. Life's too short to not do things for fun sometimes." Jinx casually hopped into his lap at that point, idly running her finger up to his bad eye. Not poking it, just casually running her fingers along his cheekbone underneath it. "Why'd you never get this thing replaced, anyway?"

Before he could answer, there was the dull ring of a call from his phone. A glance to the side showed it was Marcus calling. He picked up the phone. "What is it?"

"Caitlyn is saying that the most likely suspect in the investigation at this point is Dr. Stat. She wants to call him in for an interrogation."

"It isn't Dr. Stat," Silco replied immediately. There was no motive whatsoever. Having read the documentation of his investigations, it was obvious that he really did have a PhD in archaeology. This would not just put Zaun on the map - it would also put Dr. Stat himself on the map. There was no reason to screw it up by killing some Enforcers in his room. "There's no motive."

"I made the same point. Caitlyn has made the counterargument that an interrogation might provide useful information that could hint at a motive."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that you're her superior, Marcus," Silco replied. "Tell her that it isn't happening." He ended the call at that, sighing and leaning back in his seat.

"I could take care of her, if you want. Boom, kaboom, no more problemo."

"Firstly, she would just be restored from backup, even more determined in her investigations. Secondly, Marcus can always fire her."

"Gotcha, gramps. So, for real," Jinx said, poking at his cheekbone again. "Why's the eye still like that?"

"Do you know why I take shimmer?" Silco asked.

"'cause your muscles are all fucked up? Oh, plus the toxins in your system," she added.

"Yes. And my muscles are 'fucked up,' as you so adroitly put it, because my parents had me genemodded as a fetus. They thought they were making their perfect little child, safe and able to live in zero gravity. Instead, my muscles have been slowly degrading since I finished puberty. Without shimmer, at this point, I probably wouldn't be able to so much as twitch my little finger."

"Soooo... what? I mean, I got genemods too, they all turned out great for me."

He patted Jinx's head, and she responded by smiling and preening. He didn't mention the fact that her psychological peculiarities were probably thanks to the genemods to her brain, adding billions of extra neurons with little thought to her long-term well-being. She was who she was; it didn't really make sense to complain that she was not someone else. "I just believe that my body is the one God gave me, and He gave me this one for a reason. I'll not go replacing bits and pieces just out of a fetish for modernity. That was my parents' design."

"Is shootin' yourself up with shimmer really au naturale, though?"

"People have been doing drugs since before agriculture. There's nothing more natural," Silco replied. "But, I would rather do as few things as possible. The human body reaches homeostasis on its own. I can still see out of my left eye, despite how it looks."

"You take the life extension stuff too," Jinx added. "You're just pretendin' to be a luddite."

"I'm not cutting out my eyeball to be replaced with some little widget just because you think I'd look better, Jinx."

"It's not just looking better! You can have integrated AR, zoom, mannn, I'm thinking of popping one of these beauties out, and they're enhanced already!"

"Well, it's your body, Jinx," Silco said. He paused for a long moment, as the conversation died down. Then the thought came to mind. "So... Dr. Stat... are you... interested in him?"

"I'm interested in him fuckin' me," Jinx replied, hopping off his lap. "But, nah, I'm not into him like that. Well..." She paused for a moment, poking her cheek with one finger as she tilted her head to one side. "I dunno. I guess we've mostly only met with his dick out. He does seem nice, though. Could he be the man to tame my raging heart?"

"You don't need any taming, Jinx. You're wonderful just the way you are."

"Aww, thanks, pops," she said, grinning and hopping right back into his lap, wrapping him in a hug as he remained seated. "I love you too." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then hopped out of his lap. "Gonna hit the workshop, gramps. You know where to find me."

"I do." He watched her go, then returned his attention to his work.

* * *

Becca checked herself out in the mirror. Max was obviously into big tits. He was just too nice to say, Yeah, I'd like you better if you had big tits, because he was a great guy who was nice to everyone. So, she'd gotten her tits upgraded. Since her flesh was all plastered-on fungoid rather than anything a normal human had, it was pretty easy to get a boob job, and she could always have it swapped back if he actually didn't like it.

Had she gone for too big? She bounced a little on the balls of her feet, the large, soft things seeming to ripple. If she kept having tits like this, she'd probably have to switch up her wardrobe a little. A bikini top looked a lot better when you were tastefully flat, than when your tits seemed to spill out around the top and strain to burst free in general.

Still, for now, it was 'New Look, Same Me.' She wasn't going to change up anything but the tits until she got to see Max's reaction. If he thought they were too big, she could have them downgraded a few cup sizes, and if he liked her better flat, she could go back to it. "Hey, Max," she said, calling him up. "You working hard? I was hoping that we could go on another date." She had a half-dozen ideas for dates scribbled down on her AR notepad, but she was currently leaning towards just giving him some paizuri service to start.

"Oh. I'm actually over on Piltover right now," he said. What the-? "Sorry. I got invited out by Reina, and I was done with work already."

Reina! That little bitch was trying to snag her man! And, fuck, Becca's style was already a little trashy for the upscale Piltovans, even before the boobie booster. "We could make it a threeway date again, could be fun," Becca offered, not verbalizing at all her desire to strangle Reina for trying to steal her man.

It wasn't like she was really a threat. Teens couldn't compete with adults.

But, just to make sure that Max saw as much...

She tweaked her chip's settings to greatly lower the simulated impact of alcohol.

* * *

One thing about teenagers that made them just trivial to manipulate into just about anything was their desperation to be seen as 'adults.' What was that C.S. Lewis quote?  “When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”

If Reina had sense in her head, she would have realized that going out drinking with an EM was a fight she couldn't win. But just asking, Oh, are you even old enough to drink? had been enough. (She was - 18 was legal drinking age on Piltover, and she was 18.)

So now, the trio were squished into a booth at the corner of a Piltover bar. Max's eyes were freely roaming both their bodies - Reina had increased the skimpiness levels of her outfit, but not so much it would be obvious to a guy - and Becca was pushing her tits into his upper arm as she casually fawned over him. Hand running along his thigh. Breath tickling his neck. Reina tried to copy her on the opposite side, but she was starting to get tipsy, forgetting that muscular tall guys needed to drink less than waifish girls. Her face was starting to turn pink, even, from how drunk she was getting.

Max had definitely had a positive response to her tits. The fact that Reina obviously was thinking, trashy ho didn't matter compared to that. "What made you decide to change your, err, style, Becca?" Max asked, finally broaching the topic in a way that went beyond staring at her cleavage.

"I just wanted to try out something new," Becca said with a shrug. She wasn't an expert on manipulating her tits just yet, but she did her best to make sure her boobs bounced with the shrug.

"I think you may have overdone it just a tad," Reina said, with this quiet, catty energy, but she was even dumber than she looked if she thought Becca cared about her opinion.

"No, I think it looks nice," Max said, looking over at Reina, and Becca just grinned fiercely at her while he was momentarily distracted. Stupid bitch. "I mean, as long as you're comfortable with it, Becca," he added, glancing back at her.

"I absolutely am," Becca said, squishing her tits against his bicep extra hard, reaching out for her drink and taking a quick shot of it.

"Great. I mean, it's been weird for me, um, getting looked at so much lately, but if you like the attention, then I'm happy." She definitely liked his attention, which was the only attention that mattered.

"I can always cover up a little more," Becca said. Reina gave her a look that said, Maybe you should, slut, but Becca pointedly ignored her. "I just didn't want to change up too much all at once."

"Well, it's definitely working," Max said, his eyes once more wandering down to her cleavage.

Becca wanted a refill on the booze. If she could knock Reina out with it, then they'd have no choice but to dump her at her place and fuck alone. Bitch was getting too cocky and needed a reminder of her place: a fat pair of tits for Max to stuff his dick between, not girlfriend material. She scanned the bar for the staff, and spotted a chick drinking alone looking at the three of them. The moment she made eye contact, she flushed and turned away, sipping all the harder.

Becca considered the girl for a long couple seconds. Tits weren't too big, but she was fit, and had long, straight dark hair. Either a dyejob or another aesthetic genemod, because her hair was dark blue. Her eyes were blue too, which could be because she was mixed race (South Chinese/English, at a guess), or another genemod. She was rather purposefully drinking, now, trying to pretend like she hadn't been staring at Max.

She made time slow down so she could actually think about it, without making it too obvious to Max that she was staring off into the distance. Max was an insanely hot and great guy who would be a huge catch, but only the obviously-shallow Reina had actually decided to try to compete for some kind of romantic intimacy with him. Jinx obviously saw him as a fuckbuddy, the Vivi and Naomi had pumped and dumped. If she could feel guaranteed that the girl over there would just let Max pump her full of cum and then forget about it, she'd absolutely drag her on over to get her pussy spray painted white. But... maybe the chick would decide she wanted to be his girlfriend too, and that was a definite no-no.

Oh. Wait. She could just talk to the girl. Reina had been the one to try to pick up Max, so in her head she was going out on a date, even that first time. If Becca slid up to the gal and suggested that she could hang, maybe have a one night stand, then that would establish a boundary earlier. If you plopped a guy in the 'fuckbuddy' bin right out of the gate, it was hard for him to ever claw his way back out.

"Gonna go ask for some more booze," Becca said, grabbing her glass and heading up to the bar, pointedly ignoring the way that Reina's pawing got more insistent in her absence. She plopped down next to the chick. "Becca," she said, giving her a warm smile. "Couldn't help but notice you giving my boyfriend a good look."

"Ah, crap," the girl said, with an even sharper flush that was honestly kind of cute. "No, I'm sorry," she said.

"It isn't a crime to look, I don't mind. Yo! More booze!" Becca said, banging her glass against the bar, since the bartender was apparently blind to her empty glass. "Look, I don't want to be too forward, I know you Piltover types are all prisses-"

"I'm not a priss!" The girl responded, a surprising amount of heat in her voice.

Okay... "Right, obviously not. But, look... my boyfriend enjoys group sex. You can come over, we can chat, if the vibes are good, we can go fuck in a hotel room, my treat. If not, 'sall good, go our separate ways." As she spoke, her glass of booze was finally refilled. The girl was staring down into her own glass. "Didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Oh. Caitlyn." She took a long swig of her booze. "Fuck it. Why not," she said, holding out her own glass for a refill.

Once she got it, the pair returned to their table - and Max looked at Caitlyn with a look that wasn't lust. Caitlyn's jaw worked as Becca slid into the booth next to Max, shoving her tits into him. "You're that police officer," Max said.

"Enforcer, but yes. Yes. Don't worry, you were officially ruled out as a suspect," Caitlyn said, taking another swig of beer. "I wouldn't do this if you hadn't been."

"You two met?" Becca asked. Had she fucked up? The look on Reina's face said she had. It wasn't supposed to be a fuckup to arrange foursomes with your boyfriend! Unless he didn't like foursomes, she guessed, but Max definitely did. Their first shared memory was a foursome.

"We spoke briefly during an investigation," Caitlyn said, rather pointedly avoiding giving anything more than that. "It's just a coincidence that I'm here, honest. I can go if you want."

"No, if you're really not here- well, I guess cops don't do honey traps, right?"

"Vice does, but I'm not asking you to pay me for sex." She paused for a moment at that. "I mean- ah, sorry. Let'ss start over. I'm Caitlyn. Nice to meet you."

"Max," Max said, offering his hand to Caitlyn - and, Becca couldn't help but note, it was the arm that Reina's tits had been pushing into. Not the one that Becca's had.

* * *

Caitlyn could admit it. This was, honestly, pretty dumb. Marcus had told her that Max had been ruled out as a suspect, but she didn't really believe that. He had no alibi, and the cameras pretty much confirmed he was in his room at the time. Once she'd scanned the insides of his neighbor's rooms, his had bounced back to the most probable site for the missing trio to have entered. Their backups were all from before Max even came to the station, so they didn't know shit or fuckall about him, or why they might have gotten into lethal trouble with him. Their electronic devices didn't have any good ideas either.

Interacting with him, Max seemed pretty much the exact opposite of a cold-blooded killer, able to murder three cops, hide the bodies, and cover up the evidence. Not that he was suave or anything - he came off more like a big golden retriever. Earnest. Sweet. Innocent. Last guy you expected to be a killer.

Of course, that meant nothing as far as the investigation was concerned. Bad guys could pretend to be good guys. Good guys could have some reason to snap and break all the rules. You had to investigate every lead thoroughly...

But that was off the table. You couldn't advance an investigation if the higher-ups closed it down. Real life wasn't Boys of the Yard. Effective police work was a great chain of lots of little pieces working together, and if the higher-ups broke the chain, none of it would ever come to anything. No chain of custody, no usable witness testimony, which meant no conviction, which meant no point.

If she was being honest with herself, she was still mindlessly clinging to the idea that maybe she could find something out that would reignite the investigation.

The fact that she was also thinking that Max was an incredibly hot guy who, currently, there was no conflict of interest in pursuing, and who she'd overheard fucking some girl silly without even breaking a sweat (that she was pretty sure was neither of the women currently attached to him), so why not get a taste... well, that sort of contradiction was what human beings (or, really, all sentients) were made of.

The fact that the girls themselves were eye candy didn't hurt either. Even if they were obviously way more interested in Max than her. In that, they were interested in Max, and not interested in her.

She sipped her beer.

Him talking about his research into the archaeological site was actually interesting. She was dubious Becca and Reina shared that opinion, judging by their responses, but she was an investigator too, and she could see the similarities. Scraping over limited data to slowly piece together hypotheses, following leads wherever they went. She knew you could instantly differentiate alien from human DNA, but she hadn't realized that you could even track a given species back to its homeworld by its nucleobases, since every origin of life had a different set; she'd just assumed it was like how you could tell dog DNA from human DNA.

"Sorry, I'm nerding out," Max said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and smiling.

"No, no, it's interesting," Caitlyn said. Reina gave her a look that said, You're trying too hard. "It actually reminds me of my job, a little bit," she admitted.

"Tell us about your job," Reina said. "Being a cop sounds interesting."

"Oh, uhh," she paused, trying to think of something to talk about, having just been put on the spot.

* * *

"So, yeah, once again, it turns out the husband was murdered by the wife's lover. But the really crazy thing was that the recorded call showed that Darren's wife knew about it."

"Wait, but Darren's having an affair with Adanna, and that's the whole reason he murdered Nnamdi," Becca said with a frown.

"That's exactly what's so crazy," Caitlyn explained. "He didn't trick her or anything! She knows that he murdered Nnamdi because he wants to get with Adanna, and she's supportive. Like, oh yeah, after this murder I guess we'll be a throuple. They have four kids together and she barely knows Adanna but, whatever, I guess!"

"What happened to the wife?" Max asked. "I feel bad for her."

"She got accessory after the fact. It was five years, she should be out in... I think a couple months, actually," Caitlyn said after a moment's thought.

"Don't feel bad for her," Reina said, her face flush from drinking. "She could have just, y'know, not helped her husband murder a guy so he could get his dick in fresh pussy."

"I'm sure her husband could have gotten his dick in fresh pussy without the murder," Max said.

"Not everybody's as hot as you," Reina said, poking at his chest and just leaning into him a moment later.

"He was a physical therapist," Caitlyn said. "Reasonably attractive, fit, caring job, I'm sure he could have had success elsewhere."

"Dumb bitch," Becca said.

"I just... you said she didn't even know Adanna," Max said, and Caitlyn nodded. "So she got herself in all that trouble, just because she loved her husband that much."

"Well, her husband got ninety years, so he'll probably die in prison," Caitlyn said. "If she really loved him, she should've stopped him from murdering Nnamdi!"

"I guess that's true," Max agreed.

* * *

Caitlyn was lightly buzzed, Reina was at the stage of drunk where you just threw yourself at the guy, and Becca and Max seemed unaffected by the alcohol altogether (though maybe that was just because they were less drunk than Caitlyn). Still, they had all made their way to a hotel room - paid for, rather conspicuously, by Becca - and now Caitlyn's brain had suddenly remembered that this was an insanely stupid thing to do if she ever wanted to catch Max for the murders of Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo.

She was distracted momentarily by Becca popping off her top, huge, gravity-defying breasts seeming to burst into broad daylight. A moment after that, she was distracted by a similarly-topless Reina's full breasts, and then by Max's gorgeous muscular bare chest... and then out came Max's cock, and all thoughts of ending things vanished from her brain as she saw his fat, gorgeous marble cock bounce up into her field of view. Reina and Becca both immediately started stroking the thing, and Caitlyn just stared at it.

It was, genuinely, the most beautiful things she'd ever laid eyes on. Her eyes had wandered at the bar, with Reina and Becca both being gorgeous, but they weren't wandering now. Max's sex appeal was top notch without his cock out, but now it was even higher than that. Her pussy clenched at the void inside her as she imagined that thing plunging into her depths. Her brain just processed that it was moving across her field of vision, as Max laid down on the bed, only partly restarting once two sets of large breasts wrapped around it.

That cock is definitely special. Could it somehow be related to the case?

What a stupid thought. Some dumb neurons firing off an incoherent irrelevance out of a foolish sense of duty. The only thing that cock was related to was her pussy, in that, it should go in her pussy and spray hot cum all over her insides. Some base part of her wished she didn't have an implant that was providing birth control, but mostly she was preoccupied watching copious amounts of blue-white and Japanese titflesh ripple around the most beautiful cock in the world. She kicked off her shoes and socks as she approached the bed, staring at his cock. Reina and Becca were now both kissing and licking at the tip, still wearing pants and panties, but both looking insanely horny. Even their earlier conflict was now sublimated by the raw act of giving a titfuck, the pair mashing their tits into one another, struggling to lick and kiss at his cock while the other tried to block it off with her own mouth/tongue.

Max himself just laid back on the bed, one hand on either girl's head, softly petting them, cooing over them, complimenting them. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that. That's what those big bags of fat are for, isn't it?" They both hummed their agreement immediately, not even bothering to pull their mouths back from his cock. "Pleasing my cock. You two little sluts love pleasing my big, fat, superior white cock, don't you?"

"Mhm!" Reina got out around his cockhead.

"I love it," Becca agreed, as her tongue danced along, her nature as an EM helping her out.

Caitlyn herself was trembling with arousal as she watched the scene, her nipples scraping against her sports bra uncomfortably, her clit grinding against her panties. She was just kneeling on the bed as the show went on. Normally, she'd have been more interested in the big tits squishing around the cock than the cock itself - dicks weren't the most appealing parts of guys, in her opinion, any more than pussies were the most appealing parts of girls - but she might as well have been straight for how hard she was staring at that cock and ignoring the flesh around it. The mass of titflesh mattered only insofar as it suggested his size and girth, as it rippled around that hard-on of his.

He suddenly pulled back both Becca and Reina's mouth from his dick. For a moment, their tongues waggled in the open air, then they both started whining to get his dick back. "Suck my cock, Caitlyn," Max said, his voice oozing confidence in a way that made her pussy clench up. "Put those lips of yours to good use."

She did exactly as commanded, leaning forward, just about mashing her face into the two girls' tits. That was, in fact, a common fantasy of Caitlyn's, enjoying the soft feeling of huge breasts around her face, but right now, that sensation was just a distraction as her lips wrapped around his cockhead and she noisily sucked on it.

"I'm your oral fucktoy, Max," Becca whined from her left. "Please let me do my job and suck your cock."

"I want to taste you some more, Max," Reina whined from her right.

Caitlyn herself remained firmly lodged in their tits, sucking ever harder, tongue dancing around the tastiest dick she'd ever had in her mouth. Her eyes turned up to Max, the man himself just grinning down at her.

"Shut up, you two," Max said, actually just casually shaking the pair's heads. Even as they were mistreated like that, their hands remained on their tits, mashing them against his cock, grinding them into one another, neither girl resisting for a second the natural feminine urge to service and worship a cock like this. "It's Caitlyn's first time getting to suck my cock. Plus, she's been staring at your fat tits all day, now she gets to actually enjoy them."

He was so crude and cruel in how he spoke, a complete 180 from how he'd been at the bar - but the two women just about creamed themselves to his words, moaning and grinding their tits against his cock all the harder, panting and whining for his dick as he just enjoyed Caitlyn's mouth. Caitlyn herself was slurping and sucking on the top inch or so of his dick, in the process kissing at the girls' tits, but she didn't care one iota about that. The flavor of that cockhead, plunging out from within those full breasts, was the only thing that mattered to her now. Her tongue danced along hungrily on his cock, as her cheeks just hollowed and she sucked.

Caitlyn's pussy was on fire with lust, and she couldn't resist the urge to wiggle out of her skirt, and then her panties, one hand plunging in between her thighs. The moment she touched her clit with her bare hand, she came, twisting and moaning in place, her whole body writhing in pleasure as she sucked all the harder and louder on Max's cock. He grasped her hair by that point, peeling her up and off, admiring her face as she just moaned and drooled and came. "You love sucking my fat cock, don't you, Caitlyn?" He asked her, even as Becca and Reina both dove in to suck his freed-up cock.

"Yessss," Caitlyn half-moaned out, twitching in place, her pussy on fire.

"Say you're a little slut for my big white cock and I'll let you suck it again," he added.

"I'm a little slut for your big white cock!" The words came out, full of energy, and he just peeled Becca and Reina off his cock again, letting Caitlyn once more dive into their breasts, frigging herself senseless as she noisily sucked and suckled on his cockhead, her juices dribbling out all over her hand and inner thighs. Wet sloppy noises of sucking seemed to resound in the room, echoing in her ears as she played with herself. She'd never been this aroused in her life, but that made sense - this cock was the best cock in the whole universe, the manliest fat rod that she'd ever seen.

"You're on birth control, right, Caitlyn?" He asked her, and Caitlyn rapidly nodded in reply, his cock twitching in the other girls' breasts. "How would you feel about me creampieing your tight pussy?"

"Sho gooood," she slurred out around his cockhead, before coming all over again to the mere thought of being come inside, her brain seeming to fry at the mental image of millions of sperm assaulting her ovaries.

"Becca, Reina, stay," he said, letting go of their hair, and the girls whimpered but didn't move their heads. A moment later, he had a handful of Caitlyn's hair, and was peeling her back and off his cock altogether, his length twitching in front of her face.

Then he erupted. Cum splattered across her features, forcing her eyes closed, and even more dribbled and squirted down onto the other girls' tits. She could smell it, thick and musky, one eye just partly opened, getting a blurry, cum-streaked vision of gorgeous quantities of voluptuous skin coated in thick globs of the stuff. By the time he was done coming, there was a thick plaster of white across the titflesh, and he released Caitlyn's hair, letting her dive forward and just start licking up cum like a desperately starving woman, tongue dancing across those gorgeous full breasts, the taste seeming to liquidate all her thoughts.

Once she had licked up every last drop of cum she could find on the other two's big fat tits, Max shifted on the bed. "Everybody, get naked," he ordered them, as his cock left Reina and Becca's tits. All three girls hurriedly stripped, with Caitlyn uncaring as cum smeared across her top in the process of pulling it up past her cum-streaked face. Hell, after she had her bra off, she went back for the top, just using it like a towel to clear her face off, then moving on to licking the stuff up, sucking on the fabric to work out the cum from it.

"You're such a horny little cumslut," Max told Caitlyn, who could only moan in affirmation as she continued to lick, the scent and taste of his semen seeming to rewrite her brain, to teach her that the best possible thing to do in the bedroom was to become a horny little cumslut. "Alright, I want all three of you on your backs, with your pussies on the edge of the bed for me to fuck."

Caitlyn was a little slower than the other two - she was busy sniffing and sucking his cum off her shirt - but she got into position quickly, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, her juices dribbling down her inner thighs. She'd been on one side of the pair, but Max easily used his muscles and manly strength to rearrange the three of them so that she was in the center, carrying her into the air in a way that briefly set her heart - and pussy - aflutter.

Without any further ado, he just rammed his cock into her pussy, prompting Caitlyn to orgasm, her vision going white at the edges as pleasure surged up her spine. One hand slipped between Reina's legs, and almost immediately the Japanese teen came, moaning and thrashing about. His other hand repeated the process on Becca, who also moaned like a whore in response to the action. Max himself just pounded inside of Caitlyn's cunt, his eyes wandering all three women's naked bodies.

Caitlyn had always been confident in her own body, but the way that Max looked at her tits compared to Becca and Reina's made her suddenly feel inadequate. Or, no, inadequate wasn't quite the right word. It was more like she wanted to satisfy the wonderful, manly cock that was plunging into her needy pussy again and again. And the man the cock was attached to clearly liked big tits, so her modest D-cups weren't good enough.

She didn't have too much brain space to feel anxious, though - mostly, she just felt good. A massive cock was plowing into her wet sex over and over again, as she shivered and jerked by way of response to each hardy thrust. All the while, she held her own shirt to her face, sucking and licking and sniffing at the cum that had been deposited on it, her eyes looking up at the glorious form of masculinity that was pounding her cunt.

"That's it, take it, you little cumslut," Max declared. "That's your nickname in the bedroom," he continued, with the utmost confidence. "Becca's my oral fucktoy, Reina's my teen titfuck slut, and you're my little cumslut. Got it?"

Caitlyn nodded rapidly, unable to argue with the title. She was just slurping and sniffing on his cum even now, even as she came, even as the man atop her just relentlessly plowed at her tight cunt. At one side of her, Becca was noisily panting, parting her legs eagerly. "It's been a while since you enjoyed my pussy, Max, why not plunge it in?" She asked him.

"I just want to see how long you can go without my cock in your cunt," Max told Becca, even as he fingered her - and the woman came in response, her body twitching and writhing on his dick, a lewd moan escaping her throat. "You said you'd be my oral toy and blowjob machine, and I want to know if you really meant it. If you're too desperate and horny to show your self control, though, I can stuff my cock in that needy pussy of yours once I'm done with Caitlyn here."

"Nuh, no, I cuh, can be good," Becca got out.

"Me next, me next," Reina whined eagerly from her other side, quivering in place, her tits jiggling as her pussy got fingered. "I want that amazing fat dick in my tight Japanese teen slit. You know you want to stuff me full and creampie me," she breathed out. "Becca's cunt can't get pregnant, I was born to get bred by big fat white cocks like yours."

"No!" Max pulled his hand out of Reina's cunt, making her whimper as he smacked her tit almost casually. The sheer disdain, the certainty that she'd put up with whatever, reified his position as the ultimate male for Caitlyn in that moment. "You were born to get bred by my big fat white cock! Only mine, got it?!"

"Yesss," Reina said, moaning as his fingers plunged back into her pussy and prompted her to come again.

"You came to my apartment to interrogate me," Max said, turning his attention down to Caitlyn, who just moaned like a horny little bitchy cumslut on his cock. She sniffed all the harder on his shirt, the manly musk helping to keep the absurdity of the situation out of her mind, so she could instead focus on how good it felt. "But now look at you. Your duties as an Enforcer forgotten in return for my thick cock! I bet you want a load of my cum in your pussy, don't you?" She nodded deliriously, and Max pulled a finger out of Becca's pussy to instead smack Caitlyn's ass. "Say it, cumslut!"

"I want a load of your cum in my cunt!" Caitlyn said, her voice only lightly muffled by the cum-stained shirt that was pressed against her face. Max responded by upping his pace inside her, roaring his delight as the bed squeaked beneath her, as her cunt got turned inside out by his massive cock. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she came again, moaning loudly. "Come in meee," she whined out.

Max went along with that request, bottoming out inside her and erupting. A thick flow of cum spread inside her, filling her up, streams of little swimmers going on a one-way mission to impregnate her. Her thoughts turned into fluffy pink clouds at the idea of becoming a mother for such a manly man's cock. She'd always been into Asian men more than white ones, but right now, her pussy was on fire for thick globs of white cum. "Breed meeee," she whined out, as he just thrust his cock inside her, spraying out cum.

When he was finished coming, she collapsed against the bed, leaving the shirt on the lower half of her face, stopping her licking and sucking to just smell in the afterglow. Max gave her a casual smirk, then pulled out, stepping over for Reina's cunt and stuffing his cock into her, next. The girl immediately became even more debauched, emphasizing how great his dick was, how much she loved it, how dearly she wanted to be his teen Japanese schoolgirl slut... he also hefted up Becca easily, raising her up and over Reina and Caitlyn both before planting her on the far side of Reina. He twisted her around a moment later, so her mouth dangled off the side, and groped her tits with one hand as he fingered Caitlyn's pussy and rubbed her clit.

He just manhandled and fucked the three of them - though, as part of whatever debauched thing he had going on with Becca, he avoided the EM girl's cunt - for hours. Cum got sprayed onto Caitlyn's face twice more, as Caitlyn herself just sniffed it noisily, and he gave Becca and Reina another titfuck each, in between pounding their mouths and cunts. Caitlyn could only watch in delirious arousal as he put all three of them through their paces, treating their bodies like so much meat to just fuck silly.

It felt so good. She actually passed out in the midst of an orgasm, and by the time she woke up, the trio had gotten into a cuddle pile and fallen asleep.

Seeing them like that, Max naked, Becca and Reina both attached to either arm... Caitlyn slid forward in between Max's legs, nuzzling his thigh, his cock - still slick with all their combined juices - quietly twitching right next to her as she let out soft breaths.

It was a wild night.

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