"Good girls..."

“Good girls…”

You stand in your office, naked, stroking the hair of the three beautiful women kneeling before you. Janet, Florence and Amy are all naked except for collars, black stockings and garter belts. They crowd around you, anger and frustration in their eyes, but also incredible horniness as they stare greedily up at your rock-hard erection.

Your cock passes from Janet’s lips, to Florence’s, to Amy’s, as they take turns licking the tip and kissing all up and down the shaft. It’s not that easy to co-ordinate a three-girl standing blowjob, but the three girls do an excellent job of it, taking you in their mouths one by one, sucking and savoring, then passing you on to the next girl in line. You hold the head of whichever of the three girls happens to be your personal favorite as you finally finish in her mouth, making her swallow all of your evil demonic cum.

Then you cum in the next girl’s mouth, as well, and the next one’s. You’re a sex demon! You have no refractory period! You can cum as much as you want!

Finally, once all three girls have swallowed your cum, you take it out of the last girl’s mouth and give it a few casual strokes. You cum again, and again, and again, blasting your semen all over the faces and crouching bare bodies of Florence, Janet and Amy. It mats their hair, splashes their faces, ruins their makeup, trickles over their tits, coats their bellies, covers their thighs, even clings to their pubic hair. It’s an incredible amount of cum! The girls squirm and shiver, hot and sticky all over, feeling undeniably degraded but also very tingly, and not daring to wipe it off.

“Good girls,” you say again. “Let’s show you off.”

You snap your fingers. Invisible forces grab Florence, Janet and Amy, and whisk them out your office window. They fly down to ground level, where they’re mounted on a convenient billboard in an empty lot across the street from the Beelzebub Tower, spread-eagled and stark naked in full view of the massive crowds that pass down Acheron Street.

The girls squeal in horror and outrage as thousands of laughing demons, plus countless lost souls, assemble at the base of the billboard to ogle and mock them. They struggle furiously against their ropes, red-faced with fury and humiliation, still dripping with your cum.

A neon sign lights up above their heads. You can see it from your office window. It says SITRI’S BITCHES!, with arrows pointing down. The girls can see its reflection in the Beelzebub Tower’s windows, so they know what it says.

The ropes draw just a little tighter, making sure that Janet, Florence and Amy are presented to all of Pandemonium in all their mortified naked sticky glory. You watch the show for a while longer, before turning back to your desk. An interesting diversion, but you still have some paperwork to do.