Once a piss whore always a piss whore

"Alright! Fine! Since we have a feeder here, I'll make an exception." She says with irritation. She looks up at you angrily with her face still dripping. She shouts, "But you better be able to make this worth my time! I'm not breaking my sobriety for you to jerk off in my mouth and leave me here horny! If I get piss drunk, I expect to have my holes stretched and pounded until I'm a quivering mess and you better pump so much cum down my throat I'll be able to join fucking Mensa in the morning! Do I make myself clear?!"

You stare at her, wide eyed for a moment, not used to such verbal **** from your sluts, except for maybe Tiffany. It is her mother after all. "Uh, y-yes Ma'am!"

"Good! Go." She says, looking angry with herself as she slips the head of your cock into her mouth and waits for you to fill it. Your flow starts much easier this time, despite all the commotion, since you only cut it off just before all this started. Tiffany's mom drinks with long relishing gulps, moaning and squirming with sexual ecstasy, as though just swallowing it was beginning to get her off.

She pulls you out of her mouth and holds her head in the stream, cupping her hands and rubbing her face like she's washing it with your piss. She doesn't seem to be doing it to put on a show, but instead looks as though she missed the feeling of it covering her face and is ecstatic to have it again. Tiffany tries to catch some dripping off her mother's chin for herself while the drunk bimbo laps at her hands, trying to get as much into her mouth as possible while still enjoying her impromptu shower.

"Save some for later," The now piss drunk mother says, only slightly slurring her words. She's experienced enough to know how to take enough to keep her composure while still feeling the effects. She looks down at Holly. "Besides, there's still someone who hasn't gotten any yet."

You cut your stream once again, though you don't have much left anyway and it hurts a bit to do so, you're quite interested in seeing a piss drunk lesbian beg for your cock. Holly winces on the floor, apparently having woken up some time before and only pretended to stay **** to avoid attention, simply listening in on your conversation. Hearing her mother's plan, she quickly rolls onto to her front. Arms still bound behind her and legs tied together, she drags her huge tits along the rough carpet as she tries desperately to crawl away with her face like an inchworm in panic.

Her sister and her mother notice the attempted escape, but they take turns violently impaling their throats on your stiff tender cock and searching for spilled piss they can lap up rather than chasing her. She's got nowhere to go to anyway, especially like that. They almost snicker with evil glee watching her give severe rug burn her face, chest, and knees as she tries in vain to escape.

You wish your dick didn't hurt so much already. The two women trying to violently pleasure themselves on your cock felt fantastic, but it's sore and stings a bit with each stroke. You worry about your ability to keep your promise to turn the mother into a quivering mess, but the Zanalfil has you looking ready to take on the challenge. And it's not like you don't want to.

The two finally turn their attention to Holly who has only just managed to get to the entrance of the dining room for all her effort. They decide to deal with her before she gets out of sight.