Nothing

Katrina stayed in place, her host and client pausing on the fourth step of the stairs with Elsa to turn and look back in question.

“Well?” Peter asked, a hint of agitation on his voice.

“I was told to present myself, you haven’t fully inspected my presentation.” Katrina felt her corruption grow, her current acts entirely fueled by the earring syphoning from Peter’s mind, the very use of the jewelry perverting her and tainting her further.

“Really, and what have I missed?” Peter replied, feeling a sudden amusement by the submissive performance of this new woman.

“The feel of your cock in my mouth.” Katrina flatly replied, looking straight at Peter flatly. “To ensure that I am everything you anticipate before Elsa and I go to your room to finally conduct the nights business.”

Chuckling to himself Peter came back down the few steps and across to where Katrina remained kneeling, he really didn’t want to start enjoying these women here… But was unable to admit it was out of a fear of what his daughter might think if she caught him with two girls probably her age or younger.

As he stood over Katrina he ran his fingers through her straight black hair, clenching it and tugging her face upwards, the only response a pleasured purr, a bitten lip, and eyes pleading for more.

Elsa stood at the base of the stairs, watching in shock as Katrina's tongue reach out manipulating his fly out before teeth grabbed hold and undid Peter’s pants. Delicate worshipful strokes of Katrina’s hands then slowly manipulated his cock free. Stroking it slowly.

“May I?” Katrina gasped pleasurably, already slipping into embodying another sensed fantasy.

The only answer to her husky words being a tug of her face forward into the cock, it’s radiant length pressed across her face.

Katrina moaned happily, very much slipping into a similar performance to the one she’d just given in his drive way. Lips gentle kissing the length of his shaft with loving affection. Gazing up passionately at Peter as he lost himself in the glory of this new slut to enjoy. He wasn’t overly concerned about his daughter, that bitch rarely visited when her mother was out of town..

That’s right lose the concerns… Katrina wished in her head as she took her first mouthings of his cock before she started bobbing her head expertly with the thrusts of the cock in her mouth, as she sensed her unknowing perversion of his thoughts, the sudden and exponential growth of his excitement as concern of his daughter catching them became wanton desire for her to catch them.

For her to see what future could await her too if she didn’t become more grateful for his support.

Peter grunted groaned, and cried out incoherently as he dwelled on the idea of his daughter seeing just what some women would do for a touch of the wealth and privilege she enjoyed. As he grabbed Katrina’s head and plunged his spurting cock into her throat his clenched eyes locked on the vision of Elsa coaching his daughter as she served the richest men he knew at the country club.

Hundreds discarded chaotically on the floor around her as she eagerly worked to milk their pleasure alongside their funds.

Panting heavily, in surprise and partial guilt at the tainted desire he had cum with, Peter turned and promptly walked up the stairs, grabbing Elsa’s hand and forcefully pulling her along as he marched to his room, flinging the petite blonde onto the bed as he rushed to undress with expediency and need he had never experienced.

His cock already back to attention, aching to plunge bare, into a tight, wet pussy.

Katrina breathed heavily, stunned, her mind lingering on the intense, taboo arousal and excitement. A shiver of pleasure coursed through her as she imagined if she could meet his daughter, and use the earrings to coax her along towards that fantasy.

Katrina breathed, harder, and harder, moaning softly, then loudly as her body squirmed and shifted, the slightest touch of her own hand feeling tens times more intense as Katrina orgasmed at the mere idea of corrupting the man’s daughter into fucking before him.

It was wrong, so wrong. Yet felt so enticing, empowering, and right. Closing her eyes Katrina smirked as she could clearly see Peter’s daughter in her mind.

Looking up the stairs Katrina felt that foreboding sensation again, a tug to run. To try and turn back before it was too late.