Master Bathroom

You and Tricia make your way to the master bathroom. Where once there stood a modest bathroom, there now stands a testament to perversion. The room seems to defy its space as the inside is much larger than its outside. There also stands multiple showers in multiple different configurations with several benches and tubs. As you make your way inside, you nod your head in the direction of one of the showers, your order being pretty obvious. Tricia smiles back at you and skips into the shower, excited with how things are progressing. She then proceeds to strip herself as she enters the shower. As she turns the water on, she expects it to be cold, but instead finds it to be magically the perfect temperature.

John: "Lets take it from the top. Action!"

While staring you directly in the eyes. Tricia begins to run her hands along her body sensually.

John: "Tell the camera what you are doing slut"
Tricia:"Mmmm, I'm washing Daddy's toys. I've got to get them nice and clean so that Daddy can dirty them" she moans.

After several long minutes of watching Tricia debase herself in the shower, you feel yourself raring to go. It's time to properly show this bitch what you are made of. You strip your clothes exposing your raging boner to the world, causing Tricia to gasp in surprise. You enter the shower catching Tricia by surprise as she hadn't noticed you move, as she couldn't look away from your cock. It wasn't until you stood right in front of her that she snapped out of her cock trance.

Tricia: "Is Daddy going to play with his toys in the shower" mumbles out, it being less of a question and more of a hopeful statement about what is to come.

You don't give her a response, but instead begin to kiss her neck as you massage her jumbo fun bags.

It doesn't take long before your hands make their way south to Tricia's lower mouth. You begin fingering her snatch, something she was obviously waiting for considering she begins to hump your hand desperately trying to have you reach deeper inside.

Tricia: "Oh ffffuckk.Ahh, yessss, show this whore what her body was made for"

Once you feel that Tricia is ready for the main event, you position yourself behind her and scratch that deep itch inside her pussy.

Tricia: "Oh god, don't stop. Ahh fuck, y-you're so huge Daddy. Kk-keep going, show that pussy who's boss"

You obviously take Tricia up on her challenge as you grab her leg and put it on your shoulder as you try to fuck her deeper.

Tricia: "oh, fuck , fuck , fuckkkk ...." was all that the poor bitch could say. Her mind could no longer formulate sentences as it was overwhelmed by lust.

Eventually the poor woman's legs could no longer support the onslaught that her pussy was enduring. As her legs gave way you grabbed her by the back and lowered her to the ground, never once did you stop pumping in and out of her snatch. "Come on bitch, is that all you got. Show me what that body can do" you tell her. While in her fugue state, Tricia could not process your words, her body didn't need it to. Instinctively her hips began to gyrate, it was as if her body would not allow itself to disappoint her man.

It didn't take long before Tricia's body hit its limit. You could feel her building orgasm, and decided to be merciful. With one last stroke you bottomed out inside her pussy, your cock head striking the deepest depths of her womb. And with that final stroke, you unleashed a torrent of cum, drowning her womb with your spunk.

Tricia: "AAAH F-F-FUUUCK" was all that she could scream before a powerful orgasm took hold over her. Her body quivered, until finally her eyes rolled up and she passed out on the shower floor.

You look down at your work, and see Tricia's **** form, cum leaking out of her cunt. You smile at the sight.

John: "Well it looks like its time to wrap up this scene. Let give the audience a farewell Trish." you say to the woman knowing that she can't hear you. You position yourself and squat right next to her face, and you open her mouth. You then stroke your cock and let out a torrent of cum. The second that your cum hits Tricia's tongue, it's like a bolt of lightning stuck her. She stirs and regains consciousness, your cum acting like the most powerful smelling salts.

Tricia: 'Fuck what's that heavenly taste' was the first thought that crossed Tricia's mind, though it didn't take long for her to process what was going on as her face was blasted repeatedly with more and more semen. She stayed silent as she waited for her facial to end, though privately she wouldn't have minded if it never did. Though to her disappointment, it didn't take long for you to stop covering her with the rest of your spunk.

As you stand up you let Tricia take a moment to process. And it doesn't take long before she begins lick the cum from her face, using her hands to get as much of the precious liquid as she can.
Tricia: "Mmm, damn Daddy, you taste sooo good."

John: "Well then Trish, it looks like its time to call it a scene. Is there anything you want to tell the audience?" As you ask the question, Tricia struggles to stand up. You offer her your hand and assist her in getting up, though you take a few squeezes of her melons as payment, to which she smiles.

Tricia: "I'd like to thank all the sluts, cunts, bitches, and whores who watched Daddy show this bitch her place for the first time. I hope you enjoyed the show as much as I did making it. Please feel free to send me any vids of you jilling off to the show. Stay tuned for the next feature film, but bye for now" she said as she began waving to the imaginary crowd, smiling as she did so.