Cheater - Part 14 (Patreon)

Having just broken about twenty traffic laws on the way home, bolted into the house, and practically burst into Alexander's bedroom, Blondie sighs a little relief upon seeing the two sitting on the bed...fully clothed...and playing... Blondie glances at the television screen, paying little mind to Daisy as she skitters past. The housewife blinks, slightly taken aback by what she's seeing...on the screen are two computer-generated characters in the front seat of a car, the woman character groaning as she goes down on the first-person perspective driver.

Blondie: Ummm... What are you two playing?

Cookie: Taking the 'hooker challenge' in GTA-5. Most solicitations wins. (cocks her thumb at Alexander) He's winning.

Blondie can only nod her head, her mouth agape and at a loss for words.

Cookie: I -was- about to start cheating... Until -you- burst in.

On the screen, there's another satisfied customer, the woman character making some semi-sultry remark before exiting the vehicle. No sooner has she exited than Alexander's character brandishes a melee weapon, cracks her one, takes all of her money, and then speeds away. Blondie can only blink in astonishment as a 'challenge complete' banner appears on the screen, leaving Cookie to growl at Alexander in annoyance.

Cookie: Dammit! Another one?!

Blondie: Alright... Well... I'll...uhhh... I'll leave you to it.

Blondie makes a hasty retreat, closing the bedroom door behind her. Leaning against the door frame, she takes in a long inhale, a mixture of relief and embarrassment washing over her. Her and Alexander were one thing, but...he and Cookie? Not that Tootsie's speculations in the matter were any help, but it would appear that the housewife had gotten herself all worked up over nothing.

At her feet, Daisy looks up, her tail wagging. In Blondie's haste to rush upstairs, the dog had yet to receive a pat on the head...customary whenever any of the Bumsteads are out of the house for any length of time. Blondie rolls her eyes, the bright shade of flustered crimson fading from her cheeks. She reaches down and scratches the exuberant pooch behind the ear.

Blondie: (whispering to Daisy) C'mon... Let's go find that bottle of cooking sherry before your daddy gets home. Mamma needs a good belt.

Listening to the click of Blondie's heels down the staircase, along with the fading skittering of dog toenails on hardwood floors, Cookie turns her attention back to the game at hand. Alexander, having acquired yet another lady of the night, drives his pimped-out Turismo Omaggio to a secluded spot. Cookie scrunches her nose...she hates to lose...watching as Alexander scrolls through the price list of 'services' to be rendered. Alexander cocks his head towards the door without looking away from the screen.

Alexander: Jesus. What's with her? (nods his head towards the television) ...and how exactly does one cheat at this? You got some 'booty call' cheat code I don't know about?

On the screen, the fee settled, the 64-bit working girl begins to lower her head into the character's lap...until a hand clamps onto Alexander's inner thigh. Cookie's fingers grip the circumference of his shaft through his sweat pants and gives it a not-so-gentle squeeze. Wide-eyed and startled, Alexander all but flings his controller...the on-screen streetwalker lifts her head and smacks the driver in the face, then exits the vehicle with a flurry of expletives and snide remarks.

Cookie leans in close, a breast pressed against Alexander's bicep as her circled fingers glide up and down the young man's already stiffening shaft. She can't help but to nip at her lower lip upon noticing that, in as many seconds, she can no longer wrap her fingers around his ever-increasing girth. Alexander blinks in disbelief, feeling the blonde's nose nuzzle behind his ear, her warm breath against his neck.

Cookie: (whispering) That's how.

Not satisfied with simply distracting the young man away from his game, much the same as Blondie had done on the spur of the moment all of those weeks ago, Cookie has no such inhibitions. Have surreptitiously witnessed his sum total stuffed deep in Blondie's ass, watching her writhe and squirm, she's been nothing short of jealous of the elder woman. Pulling the drawstring of Alexander's sweat pants, she nibbles at his earlobe, her intentions anything but unclear.

Down in the kitchen, Blondie sits at the breakfast nook, staring out the window, having thrown back a second schooner glass of the salty wine. Glancing downward, the housewife scrunches her eyebrows in amusement, having noticed that...in her haste to rush home...she hadn't even bothered to take off her work apron. Covered in flour and various pastry fillings, Blondie gets up from the table and makes her way to the laundry room to deposit the over-garment into the washing machine.

Standing over the machine, she can't help but chuckle to herself, recollecting the mis-sent text, her spaghetti sauce-covered blouse, and their eventual trysts across the house. At her feet, Daisy cocks her head with a seemingly perplexed expression, watching as the distant-minded blonde daydreams about thrusting members and gawking neighbors.

Back in the bedroom, Cookie, having rid herself of all but her lacy underthings, finds herself kneeling between Alexander's legs...having pulled his sweatpants to his ankles. She can't help but marvel at his monster, gripping its base with both hands, her cheek pressed against the massive, veined column like a child nuzzling her favorite stuffed animal.

Up to this point, Alexander has said nothing, wide-eyed and blinking at her while still clutching his controller. Cookie gives him a purely salacious smile, her eyes half closed, staring up at him with an expression that says nothing short of "I'm about to shag your brains out". Eyeing the controller, Cookie cocks her head towards the television, making a point of pecking his girth with a little kiss before returning her eyes to his.

Cookie: Oh, please... Don't stop playing on my account.

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Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2