Let her cum*

I look down at Cristiana, who manages to nod around my cock. “OK, fuckslave, but you may not cum until I give you permission. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master—yes—anything—” Holly wails. “Please just fuck me—”

I ram my cock into Holly’s cunt once again, drilling her like there’s no tomorrow. “I forbid you to cum, fucktoy,” I say sternly. Cristiana looks up at me with a mischievous expression and starts frigging her stepmother as hard and fast as I’m fucking her.

Holly mewls and wails and whimpers and cries out. She’s almost totally incoherent. I look up at her face. “Please, master,” she whines. “Please let me cum . . .”

“Who owns this cunt, fuckslave?” I ask roughly.

“You do, master . . .” Holly moans.

“Will you ever fuck one of your daughter’s boyfriends again?” I growl.

“Without my permission,” Cristiana puts in quickly. I look at her in surprise. “Hey,” she says impishly, “this is fun. I could get off on bringing her in for a threesome with a boyfriend, or with you again. But she does what I tell her to, or nothing.”

“Do you understand, cumslut?” I demand.

“Yes—yes—anything—” Holly wails, her voice frantic with need.

“Then cum like an obedient little whore,” I growl. I don’t have the chance to say anything else before Holly’s body explodes in the most violent orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. She bucks and thrashes and screams like the damned. I stop thrusting because her cunt is squeezing me hard enough to hurt.