Dominance and Submission

"Now, Mrs. Middel, the first thing I want you to do is stand there and watch. Your daughter already has the job, so I think it's fair for you to see what she'll be expected to do. Kate, if you'd please?" Yasmine stands, fixing her clothes and centering the toy over her pussy, making sure Jason never gets a chance to see it. She motions toward the table. She picks up Kate's underwear, throwing it to Jason, then mimes putting it over her head. That'll show the pervert to do what he's told.

Kate is trembling when she sits down. She knows she's sinning, in all kinds of ways. First, she's having sex outside of her marriage, second it's with a woman, and third it's in front of her mother. She's going to Hell for sure. But she does as she's told, putting up only a token resistance by keeping her legs closed.

"Good girl," Yasmine says, in a cruel mockery of a motherly tone. She pulls the girl's legs apart, watching the fear mix with the desire on the girl's face. "You can tell me to stop at any time, but to be clear: this is your job," she says, aligning her favorite strap-on with the girl's pussy. She leans in, displaying her control. There's hesitation, but eventually Kate shakes her head. "Good girl," she says, pressing the toy into her pussy.

"This is so wrong. It's horrible," Bunny mutters to herself. She can't seem to take her eyes off the pair.

"This is everything you've ever wanted and you know it," Yasmine says calmly, feeling the odd sensation of pleasure coming from a body part that isn't actually her own, while it slowly penetrates the near virginal pussy. "Both of you, it's time you realized what you really need. Your husbands are there for you, and you're here for me." She watches her words embed in the girl's mind, the pleasure of the enormous phallic object filling her like nothing else ever has, her mind as suggestable in this state as it would be under hypnosis. This pleasure will always be associated with Yasmine and with submitting to her giant cock. She reaches the base of her toy and slowly pulls back, like a violinist who has reached the end of her bow, elongating the musical note. She meets more resistance from her pussy on the way out than she did on the way in.

"No, I'm a good Christian woman..." Bunny says, but she doesn't know who she's talking to: herself or Madam Ashraf.

"You're my good slut," Yasmine says. "Come over here and watch. I want your hips against mine, I want you to feel while I penetrate your daughter."

Bunny does as she's told, not sure why following her commands feel as natural as breathing. She reaches the woman and puts her arms around her. She feels the woman's ass on her groin, feels as the woman picks up the pace, pressing her fake cock into Kate. While matching her pace, she finds herself almost helping, giving the woman a little bit of extra ****. When she does, Kate's head falls back in ecstasy, moaning like a whore. She thinks two things at once: how incredibly hot it is to make someone feel this way, and how she'd raised her daughter better than that. She loses respect for her as a daughter, but gains a certain lust for the girl.

Jason Is lost, the girl's underwear over his head, smelling her body's scent. All he can tell from the sounds is that everything is going well. Fuck, he wants to see, but he can hardly see light shine through the fabric.

"There you go, you're getting it," Yasmine says. "But don't forget that this is your interview too. Whatever your daughter goes through, you know is your place too. She's shown that she can follow orders, so I need to see if you can too." She pauses her thrusting, pulling the toy out and smiling at the indignation on the girl's face. "Bunny, let's see how you do with Kate's pussy."

Yasmine hadn't meant to go this far, and she never would have with just Kate alone. But seeing Bunny, she could tell how close she was to this on her own, without realizing it. The world came together when Bunny peaked in, because if Bunny is going to do this, then that pulls so much shame away from it for Kate. Seeing her mother fall to depravity is permissive for the girl. And that means that Yasmine gets to have her fun. She can't believe that she's able to get all of this done in one day.

Bunny looks at her in shock, but her surprise seems to stem more from her willingness to do this. She sinks to her knees, now barely taller than the table. In front of her is her daughter's... thingy, all spread out from the huge toy. It looks obscene, not just because it represents all of this sin, but because of how obviously it had been used. But also it looks so inviting. It wants her, she knows it. She knows vaguely what she's supposed to do, and reaches out her tongue, tasting the thingy's juices on her tongue. It's almost sweet, and sour, and it isn't too bad. She resolves just not to swallow any of it, as if that'll make things better, and gives more than a tentative lick. Her daughter's thighs seize up on a little nub above the pee hole, and that's encouraging. Bunny keeps exploring her daughter's sweet thingy with her tongue, more and more compelled to continue.

When Kate cums, it's explosive. Yasmine knows that Bunny is a natural. She gets on her knees as well, straddling the woman's legs. She reaches up the woman's shirt and feels her impressive tits. "Feel that? You just made your daughter cum. I bet her husband's never done that." She looks to the girl, but Kate's in no place to confirm or deny that. "You're very good at this. I think you're hired too. Don't try to deny that this is what you want, you know that you want Mistress Ashraf to make you feel like you just did Kate. You can both be my little fuck toys, wouldn't you like that?" She pulls on a nipple, just a little hard.

Bunny shudders, more aroused than she'd been in her entire life. "Yes Ma'am," she says.