Not a whore

“Negotiate?” she asked incredulously.

"Yeah... Well, not really a negotiation, actually. I'm going to offer you a deal, and you'll either take it or refuse it."

She stared at me quite a while, trying to suss me out.

"It'll be simple," I continued grinning. "I'm giving you a chance to earn that money."

I held up three fingers.

"All you need to do... is complete three of my orders."

She scoffed.

"Do three things, here tonight, in this apartment… And the money is yours.”

She snorted a laugh. "You're aware I'm not a whore, right? I won't do anything just for money."

"I'm not claiming you're a whore."

Not yet.

She mulled the situation in her head for a whole, reaching a conclusion of sorts.

“Fine. Let’s hear your ‘three things’, Mr. big shot.”

“You’ll hear them one at a time. Only after finishing the first request, will you hear the second.”

“So, wait…” she thought about it a little bit. “That’s fucking stupid. How do I know that after doing like, two of your whatever things, your third request won’t be something so disgusting or impossible that I’ll refuse to do it, and then you’ll deny me the money? And you got the first two things for free?”

I smiled. “Well, basically… you don’t.”

I let a short, but meaningful silence pass, before continuing.

“It’s not like we’re writing a contract here anyways. I mean technically, I could tell you the three things right now, have you do them… And then refuse to give you the money anyways. There’s nothing really you could do about it.”

She was getting more confused and annoyed.

I began stroking Sophie’s hair softly, yet with the nonchalance of someone who was just playing with their pet.

“All you can do is trust me. And all I can say is… I wouldn’t want this night to be our final interaction. If I play this wrong and piss you off too hard… I’m not stupid. You’ll never trust me again. I’d prefer if things ended with me handing you the envelope after the third request. And you know what? I have faith we can get there.”

“Wait… What do you mean by 'not the final interaction'?”, the stunning milf asked.

I chuckled. “I won’t mind paying somebody who does what they’re told to do. Not now… and not in the future.”

Jocelyn was thinking hard now.

Probably harder than she was used to.

She eyed almost everything in the room. Me, Sophie, the door, the envelope…

Finally, she sighed.

“Fine. We’ll go with your little power trip. But. I’m not touching your cock. No way, no how. I’m not a whore, and you can’t turn me into one. Sorry dude but you’re just no my type. I prefer actual hunks, not scrawny little middle-managers like you.”

She tried to burn me with that one.

And she somewhat succeeded.

No matter. It made owning her in the future all the more delicious.

“That’s… fine.”

One of the three things I had pre-planned did have some genital contact between me and her… But I could come up with something else.

…

Yeah, I think I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do instead.

“What’s first?” she asked with surprising confidence.

“Strip.”

She coughed a bit.

“Completely,” I continued.

Sophie swallowed, but didn’t speak.

Jocelyn shook her head in disappointment.

“Big surprise. You’re going straight for the sexual, easy shit. You want to see my tits? You think I’m afraid to show you my girls or something?”

“Not only your tits. Your ass, your pussy, your everything.”

Jocelyn's gaze turned to Sophie, whose blushing face was staring at the floor.

"This your thing, then? Humiliating your girlfriend's mother for some sexual kinks? My Sophie not enough for you?"

"It's humiliating only if you think it's humiliating. You can also think it's pretty easy money."

She rolled her eyes. "I could also go out whoring on the streets for 'pretty easy money'. Could become a camgirl for 'pretty easy money'."

"Yeah, but that's a whole thing, isn't it? A pretty big lifestyle choice. Everyone would see it. Would know it. You'd probably have to get a pimp or something. I'm offering you a one-time deal for easy money... and it all stays between us. Inside this room."

I let her think on that for a long silent minute. It was easy to see which way she was going, based on the scrunches on her face, she just needed to convince herself of it.

“So...“, she finally started, "Let's be clear. The first order is 'strip', right?"

I could see what she was doing. She was planning on getting technical on my ass.

“Just to make something really clear, Jocelyn. This whole thing is about pleasing me. If you’re thinking of playing with semantics and loopholes, it won’t work. No, you can't strip in another room, no, you can't strip behind a curtain. You won’t get that envelope unless you fully submit to the orders and do what I actually want. The order is cleared… when I say it’s cleared. The sooner you learn that, the better.”

She pouted like a sullen little girl.

Apparently my guess had been correct.

Sophie was still staring away from her mom. I thought about forcing her to see the show… but decided to take things slow. For now.

“Ugh… Fine,” she finally relented. (JOCELYN: +25SP) (+25SP)

Holy shit, 25 points?

Been a while since I got a “motherload” like that.

Hehe. Motherload.

And not only that… Since this had been my very first meeting with Jocelyn, and I got her to submit… That meant I could immediately start from zero with her.

Oh yes. This was exactly the sort of night I needed after that Reagan-fiasco.

…Reagan’s “Identity Lock” was still on. I checked it hourly, even though I had that notification system on. That whole mess was still eating me up inside.

But I tried to forget it for now and just enjoy this moment.

Especially as Jocelyn’s massive mammaries popped out of her top.

Sure, she still had on a black lacy bra… But that thing was hardly keeping them contained.

And her tanned skin glistened so tantalizingly. I really wanted to take a bite.

Then down came the jeans.

Holy shit. Her hour-glass waist was porn-grade. Definite top tier.

You couldn’t call it beautiful, it was way too vulgar for that.

It was a body you wouldn't place in a museum to be admired.

No.

It needed to be used.

Abused.

Yeah, seriously. Why wasn’t this woman doing porn? Any studio would take her in a heartbeat. And she was **** for money and didn’t seem to have too many hold-ups.

Or even OnlyFans? With her shapes she would have an army of simps in a matter of minutes.

Maybe she was too dumb to realize this?

But there she was. Standing in her underwear, still hesitating to take them off.

Her gaze rested on Sophie.

“She really doesn't need to be here for this,” she said.

“Why?” I said with a smirk. “Is there something you’re ashamed of?”

She grunted, but was now motivated to take the rest off.

She threw the bra on the floor, and let her panties fall to her ankles.

Holy fuck.

So. Fucking. Prime.

I wanted to take that body and make moan with desire. Squeal from anguish. Squeeze and poke it from every nook and cranny.

But… not yet.

Not yet.

She crossed her arms for a few moments, hiding her nipples. But when I indicated I didn’t like that, she let them fall to her sides so I could take in the full frontal view.

“Not bad. You’ve successfully completed the first order,” I complimented her.

A smug grin appeared on her face.

“Let’s just get to second one,” she demanded.

“Hold up. Sophie, look.”

I **** Sophie to turn her face to her nude mommy.

Jocelyn’s immediate reaction was to hide her body with her hands again, and Sophie closed her eyes.

“Your mom’s really hot. Why don't you look more like that?”

“L-leave her out of this!” Jocelyn shouted.

I held Sophie’s head in place for a few more moments, but decided not to push things.

I let go, and she immediately turned back around.

“Fine.”

“Just… She doesn’t need to be a part of this. Make her go to another room or something!”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?!”

“You see…” I said, while slowly opening up my zipper.

My huge cock sprang out, erect and happy with sights I was currently giving it.

Jocelyn backed away few steps, but I didn’t move from the seat.

Instead…

I took a hold of Sophie’s head, bringing it really close to my cock.

She had **** but to open her eyes again, as the scent of my tool filled up her nostrils.

“I need Sophie here,” I continued. “Especially since you told me we couldn’t have contact. I need someone to… relieve the pressure I’m feeling. Otherwise… Well, there’s no telling what my animal senses could make me do.”

“E-Excuse me?” Jocelyn stuttered.

“A body like that… Could drive a man crazy. Sophie’s not bad looking by any metric… But it’s clear she didn’t get all of the genes. However, her tongue works, and that’ll do for now. Sophie, keep me entertained while I watch your mom.”

Jocelyn was too stunned to speak.

Sophie didn’t jump to command. This was too much, even at her submission level.

Good.

That meant I was close to new points.

I made my voice more forceful.

“Sophie. Lick my cock. NOW.”

And…

Soon there was a nice, wet slimy tongue running up and down my shaft. (SOPHIE: +2SP) (+93SP)

Jocelyn didn’t know what to do.

The confident woman was almost shaking.

The only sound in the room was gentle sound of the humiliated woman licking the cock of the man she hated while her mom watched.

“You’re… You’re insane…” she muttered.

“Maybe, but I’m getting my cock licked. Being sane is overrated.”

“I… I think… This, I don’t think I can-”

“Huh. Didn’t expect you to be such a prude.”

That made her focus sharpen back to me.

“I’m not a… prude. This, I mean this… This is-“

“Do you want to hear my second request?”

She was quiet.

“I mean… you’re one third done already. You can quit, I guess, but-“

“Just tell me,” she said in a resigned voice.

I smirked.

“Masturbate yourself to orgasm while watching us.”