Like something out of porn

“Knees. Now.” Patrick is pulling out of Stacy’s wet snatch and climbing off the sofa, to stand up straight.

Wilma obeys the command immediately, flipping her leg over Stacy’s body, detaching her pussy from Stacy’s pussy-juice-soaked lips, and planting herself on her knees in front of her ‘husband’ as quickly as she physically can.

Stacy, who had to wait until Wilma was off her face before moving herself, is therefore noticeably slower to join her ‘mother’ on the ground in front of the naked standing man, who is already furiously masturbating himself towards them.

“Faster, Stacy! You don’t want to miss the best bit!” Wilma coos.

And then she makes a lewd expression, mouth wide open, sticking her tongue out as far as she possibly can.

Who is this woman?! She sounds genuinely excited to receive a faceful of spunk from this misogynistic man. And not only that, she’s managed to keep enough of her wits about her to manage to be snarky to Stacy at the same time.

Stacy refuses to let Wilma win the title of Biggest Slut that easily.

“Yes mom! I can’t wait! Yum!” Stacy replies in an uncharacteristically bubbly voice, and gets on her knees right next to her rival, before adopting the same ‘mouth open, tongue out’ facial expression as her, and pressing her cheek into Wilma’s cheek, as if they’re best friends. Very slutty best friends.

This is almost too much for Stacy, and so surely will be too much for Wilma? But no… Instead of baulking and shying away, Wilma just pushes her own cheek back towards Stacy’s cheek, causing their heads to be really tightly pressed together, in a way that would surely usually never happen outside of porn. Wilma then angles her head slightly towards Stacy, causing the tip of their tongues to touch.

It takes all of Stacy’s willpower not to pull away herself.

And then, before Stacy has properly steeled herself for it, the first rope of cum shoots out of Patrick’s dick. It lands straight across their tongues, but Stacy reckons she got the worst of it, as Patrick is standing slightly to her side, to make sure that Andrew has a decent view.

Stacy starts blinking rapidly, trying to keep her eyes open and a keen expression on her face, but her eyes terrified of getting hit in the eye by a splash of semen. Meanwhile, Wilma seems to be happy to stare the cock down, with no such concerns.

The second rope is stronger, and leaps over the tip of Stacy’s tongue to land directly on Wilma’s tongue, some managing to actually go straight inside her mouth. Hah. Stacy hopes she hated that. But unfortunately, Wilma doesn’t ****, or even really flinch.

The third rope of cum is small, but manages to leap straight for Wilma’s left eye.

Wilma’s long lashes, combined with a sort of squint she does, protects her eyeball from most of it, but Stacy wouldn’t be surprised if there was some splash damage. She knows for sure if that if she was in Wilma’s position, she would be throwing her head away and her hands would be going straight to her eye, to defend it and rub it.

…But Wilma, this woman who has only spent one day in the Conversion Casino so far, remains stalwart. And since Stacy isn’t going to go anywhere, they both remain in position, cheeks pressed together, tips of tongues lightly tickling each other, as Patrick wrings out a few more squirts of cum over both of their lips and cheeks.

And now, at last, it’s over. Stacy has survived her first bout of sex in this world without shying away or squealing with horror. As far as Patrick and Andrew are concerned, she really is a well-trained fuckdoll daughter.

Unfortunately for Stacy, it appears that Wilma has not reached the same conclusion as her, and has more planned.

“Come here, sunshine…” Wilma says in a sultry voice as she turns her face even further towards Stacy’s.

No way… She’s not going to…

Stacy’s fears are confirmed as Wilma starts to try and kiss her. And not just a peck on her cheek, but a sloppy French Kiss.

Stacy can’t do it. As much as she wants to successfully play the part, the idea of kissing another woman, especially this woman, who is roleplaying her mother, and has a tongue coated in Patrick’s special sauce… It’s bringing up a deep primal revulsion that she can’t control. It takes all her strength to remain still and allow Wilma to work her lips and tongue around her face, with her own lips kept firmly shut. In the moment, Stacy just completely lacks the willpower to engage in the kiss properly.

Wilma, being an enterprising slut, turns the attempted kiss into a full-face lick-down, slurping all the semen she can off of Stacy’s face. This kind of shocks Stacy, who expected Wilma to make a song and dance of the fact that Stacy wasn’t fully reciprocating with the semen-coated kiss. It’s almost like Wilma cares more about the scene looking hot than she does about winning the Casino game.

…And then, moments later, she realizes that no, in fact, Wilma is not being kind to her. She just has one more trick up her sleeve. A plan to show to the two men watching just how clearly she’s the more dedicated and perverted slut in the room. Raising up as high as she can on her knees, she takes Stacy’s cheeks in her hands… And positions her mouth above Stacy’s.

The implication is clear. Stacy has seen it in porn before. Wilma wants to take the entire disgusting contents of her mouth - all the cum that was ejaculated there, all the cum that she’s licked off of Stacy’s face, and all her own saliva mixed in too - and spit it into Stacy’s mouth. And if Stacy refuses to accept it, the game is up. It’ll be over right now. There’ll be no coming back from this, after creating such a poor impression of herself so early on.

Don’t think. Just do it. Don’t think. Don’t think. Just…

Stacy is so focused, fervently telling herself not to think, that she actually succeeds. Without even registering what she’s doing, she’s opened her mouth, and by the time her brain catches up, and could decide to close it again, it’s too late. Wilma has sent that foul cocktail of fluids down from her own mouth and into Stacy’s.

She’s done it. She’s done the difficult bit! Now all she has to do is swap places, and snowball it back, before her brain forces her to think about the horrid taste, and she’ll have succeeded in-

“Swallow.” A calm yet stern command comes from Wilma. A completely appropriate tone for a mother-daughter relationship, but then again, this is hardly an appropriate mother-daughter moment.

That’s it, then. She can’t make Wilma snowball it back now. The only appropriate thing to do is…

NOPE. DON’T THINK ABOUT IT.

Stacy forces herself to gulp it down before her conscious thought process can interrupt with any rational thoughts about how awful it is.

Wilma raises her eyebrows, looking a bit surprised, and genuinely impressed.

Stacy forces a pained smile. Hopefully nobody else notices how revulsed she’s really feeling.

A glance towards Patrick shows that he has returned to looking at Andrew on his phone.

“Not bad, hmm?” he says proudly, clearly very happy with how that went.

“Very impressive.” Andrew nods. “I’m not going to lie, it does seem likely that you are the most eligible candidate for the role. But there are still one or two important pieces of the puzzle, and so we have arranged for a further round of assessments, where your delightful family will be tested on their skills at a certain type of ‘roleplay’ that the client has a taste for.”

Patrick’s brow furrows. “I… See. Can you give us any more information?”

Andrew hesitates. “I… I feel like it may give you an unfair advantage… But then again, I’ve not been given any specific guidance against it. Fair enough. There will be a car arriving at your house to take you three to the assessment center in 1 hour. Between now and then, it may be worth your while working through the basics of ‘fully ignored free use’.”

“Fully ignored… Huh?” Patrick asks.

Stacy is listening intently, partially to make sure she understands what’s going on, but also partially to prevent her from thinking too much about what she just swallowed.

“Keith Dell had reached certain… agreements with Smithers, and we would ideally like to replicate these, if at all possible, to keep the customer happy. A ‘fully ignored free use’ scenario is one where the woman or women involved allow the men in the room to do whatever they want to them, and while it’s happening, they do their best to carry on as normal, as if nothing was being done to them at all. The most important part of it is that they completely ignore the intimate acts being performed on them, essentially.”

“No problem at all. I’m sure my girls will blow you away with their performances.” Patrick replies confidently.

“I’m sure they will, Patrick. See you in just over an hour.”

And then the call is abruptly ended.

Patrick’s expression shifts from calm confidence to somewhat panicked. His voice is suddenly half an octave higher.

“Okay, shit. I didn’t know there was going to be a round two.” He speaks quickly, with a voice full of anxiety. “We’ve been given a real gift, though, a chance to practice, which it sounds like the other families have missed out on. We’re not going to squander this opportunity. Get cleaned up, and then just start, um, you know, doing normal stuff around the house. But wear underwear, just like as if we were going out, because that’ll be the situation you’re likely in for the real assessment. I’m going to go take a shower and recover. When I come find you, we’re going to go straight into trying out the roleplay. I want you to do your best to act as if whatever I’m doing to you, is completely outside of your awareness. Just… Just… I don’t know, act as if the body parts I’m touching are completely numb, and you can’t see what’s going on. Or something. And then I’ll give you feedback after. Okay, see you in a bit.”

Patrick picks up his clothes and starts to stride from the room, without waiting for a reply, or, you know, providing any aftercare to the two women he just fucked and jizzed on.

“Absolutely honey. We’ll do our best!” Wilma calls after him.

Stacy coughs awkwardly, realizing that she should say something too.

“We’ll, err, make you proud, Daddy.” She says weakly. Not even sure if Patrick hears her as he is already crossing the threshold and leaving the room.