It's a win-win

The power this man has... Dina looks to her mother and they make eye contact. Dina reads fear on her mother's face. Mom knows that this could destroy her family - that she could be destroying her family - but she's doing it anyway, just because Mr. Walsh told her to. That's what Dina wants. Maybe not to be his, specifically, but to be at his beck and call, to know that he, who could have an girl he wants, picks her to take care of him whenever he's horny or bored or, and Dina shudders at this, needs someone to spank. He's so much older and more mature. Everything about him demands her respect and she loves it.

"Do you want me to get started now?" she asks him. The man somehow, incredibly, is looking at her, even with her mother, an objectively beautiful woman, playing with herself just a few feet away. He's assessing her body like she's a nice steak he can't wait to bring home. She puts her arms together in the front, demurely pressing her tits up until her top only barely covers her nipples.

"No, today I have another toy to play with. She's been very good and done what she was told, so she deserves her reward. It wouldn't be fair to her if I played with her daughter first. I want you to stay and watch, though, so that you know what to expect." He gives a slow wink to her and then, still making eye contact with the girl, motions for Willow. Her mother dutifully comes over to him, not bothering to adjust her clothes. She knows exactly what was about to happen.

"I need to make something clear," he says, pulling her toy out of her and putting it down on his desk. Her pussy juice sticks it to the wood. "I don't care what you do and don't enjoy. You exist for me, and as far as you're concerned, your body exists solely to get me off. Anything you did up until this part doesn't matter. Your husband is irrelevant, except that he gave you daughters for me to fuck. Is that clear?" He puts a hand on the woman's ass possessively.

Willow hesitates, but nods. This is sex play, right? This is what Willow is obviously into, with her being surprisingly willing to do what he says up until now, and it must be what he's into too. Sure, she's going to be his toy, his sex object, and at the end of the day she'll go home and hide it all from Jason, so long as Dina doesn't say anything. Obviously she wasn't actually agreeing not to love Jason anymore. It's like... roleplay. And it feels too good to stop. It's so risky, it's so sexy, her daughter watching her becoming a bigger whore than she's ever thought possible. She's never felt so alive.

Mr. Walsh pulls her over to him and puts his feet down. "Face the desk. I want you to look at your daughter when someone other than her father puts his cock into you. I want her to see that you belong to me."

Willow does what he says, slowly, almost dreading the moment but knowing that if she resisted, she'd only give in later. She needs to feel full. She needs to satisfy him. Her body feels flush and warm.

Mr. Walsh doesn't bother to get up, since it isn't his job to pleasure her. Instead he puts a hand on her lower back and gently guides her onto his lap. His dick made a satisfying squelching noise when her pussy accepted him. The two sit there almost stunned. This is really happening, and the realization hits him all at once. He feels as giddy as when he seduced the slutty cheer leader and when he realized they'd fallen in love. Now the world had worked again to give him a woman so depraved that all it took was some dirty talk to turn her into his personal sex toy. This gorgeous, devoted, married woman, and all he needs to do is ask and she'll come begging for him to fill her up.

"Alright, move. You're here to get me off. Tell your daughter what's happening."

Willow's blush deepens and she won't meet Dina's eyes, but she does as she's told, and she doesn't sugarcoat it. "He's fucking me. His cock is incredible, stretching me out like your father never could." The rush. The shame! Dina has to be losing every ounce of respect she's ever had for Willow. Willow doesn't deserve to be her mother. She fucks him, lost in the pleasure.

"And why are you doing this? Why would you do something so depraved, right in front of your daughter. Why would you show yourself openly defying your marriage to her father?"

She knows the answer deep down. "Because you own me, Sir!"

"Tell her that. Louder."

Willow drools and she slams down on his cock. His desk chair slowly wheels back until it's against the wall. "Dina, I'm doing this because my master told me to. Master owns my pussy, he owns my ass, he owns my whole body." This is the moment, she realizes the truth. It's not like she can come back from this. She knows that this is all she'll have from now on. "Everything in my life was meant to lead me to this. Master is amazing and I'm so lucky to do this for him, even if it means showing this to you."

At his desk, Jason goes bug-eyed. Is Willow really agreeing to this? There's no way she's so ruled by her pussy that this could be happening. Is she faking it? Jason had fucked her many, many times, and he thought he was pretty good, but he'd certainly never seen her like this. He'd never seen anyone like this, outside the kinkiest porn. Jason asks, almost to himself, almost to describe the scene as he sees it, "Does Willow really believe that? Is this so good that she's willing to lose her youngest daughter just to give herself to this man?"

"Look at me, Dina!" Willow shouts, and she's bouncing on her master's cock in ecstasy. "You were so lucky to be chosen by Master too, you should see what you have coming. I'm so excited for you."

Mr. Walsh watches this divine whore on his lap, as devoted to his cock as a priest is to God. Plans form in his mind for how to use his new toy. For now, though, he wants to mark his territory. He reaches out and grabs her by the wrists, holding her down. She keeps going, unnoticing, but stops bouncing when she realizes what he's doing. She puts her full weight into her lap. His cock bottoms out inside of her, and the moment it does he finishes deep into her. This will certainly be the first time of many.