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"There, that should tide you over for a little while, so you aren't completely overwhelmed," Mr. Rindquist said, now stretched out on the couch. His laptop was set on the sofa arm while my head was nestled in his lap.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Rindquist," I cooed, still coming down from the high of my seventh, or maybe eighth, orgasm. I had officially lost count, but I wasn't about to complain with Lara's Dad stroking my hair.

"Mmm, that's nice," I sighed letting him play with my locks. "Say Mr. Rindquist, what's your first name? I've always just thought of you as Lara's Dad."

"It's Alfred," he said gruffly, "or sometimes I let women call me Alfie."

"I see, can I call you Alfie?"

"Only if I get to call you something," Alfred grinned, his fingers playing with my earlobe,"How about Cammie?"

"Not gonna happening," I rebuffed, catching his hand, "I am Camille through and through and won't be caught dead with a cutesy nickname like Cammie."

"I don't know. You actually prefer to be called Cammie, for real on gods."

"Deadass?" I said aloud, excited to be learning something new about myself.

"Deadass, indeed," Mr. Rindquist replied, sounding more confident with the slang than ever before.

I blinked a few times, my new reality setting in."Than I, Cammie, request you call me that," I giggled, looking up at Alfred, the telltale shiver of more horniness dancing across my senses. Luckily it wasn't as pressing as the times before, but I still moved my hand down to start playing with myself, just in case. Having discarded my wet panties and skirt after big-O number five, the only sound in the room was my uncovered vulva quietly squelching.

"How are things going on the Lap-Top?" I chirped in a sing-song voice.

"Not bad," said Mr. Alfred petting me on the shoulder, "I think I just figured out how to put the commands into subcategories, so I don't just have a giant list that I'm combing through. Now I've got Actions, Traits, Good Stuff, Bad Stuff, Macros, and Other, so that's certainly something."

I just nodded along with him, no longer particularly frazzled by Master PC and its implications, especially now that I remembered this is just how I act when I'm around Mr. Rindquist. It was truly a silly thing to forget.

"Uhf. Did I pass out? What are you guys doing in here?" A bleary-eyed Lara interrupted, emerging from down the hall as she rubbed at her septum piercing. Her booty shorts had only barely gotten up to her waist, causing her gelatinous heinie to keep clip-clopping behind her as she walked.

"Ooh perfect timing," smiled Mr. Rindquist, "how did you sleep, Lara?"

"Um, fine, I guess," she shrugged before suddenly getting a full look at the scene on the couch. "Dad, what the fuck is Camille doing in your lap?"

"It's Cammie," I corrected, lifting my cheek off of Alfred's shorts.

"Since when?" Lara barked, eyes widening as she saw my naked legs and the placement of my hand.

"Oh just a bit ago," Mr. Rindquist said with a hand wave, "but Lara is that any way to greet your friend and father. Don't forget: you always shake and spank your butt whenever you greet someone, for real on gods."

Perplexed, I turned to look at Lara to see how she would react to her Dad's unfounded claim, but the buzz cut girl just blinked a few times before replying.

"No cap, Daddy?" She clasped her hands to her mouth, clearly startled by what she'd just said.

"Nope, nope, no caps. Dead, dead, very dead ass," Mr. Rindquist stuttered, but his daughter showed no such qualms.

Lara threw it back, smiling giddily as she mooned us with her titanic tush. Clapping her cheeks, she performed a few quick jumping jacks then started to swing her big ol' butt in a circle, moving on to spanking it once she'd shucked off her shorts. Seemingly always able to elicit perfect whip crack sounds with each hit, I watched the embarrassing display through my fingers not sure how to react as Lara flagellated herself with the discarded garment. But at least her Dad seemed to be get a big kick out of it.

"Thanks for reminding me, Daddy!" Said Lara, beaming despite her frightened eyes. "Hey Camille, *whu-crack*, why are you masturbating next to my Dad?

"It's Cammie," I repeated, spreading my legs so Lara could get a better view, but she was already talking to her Mr. Rindquist.

"Hey Dad, *whu-crack* what did you do to my friend *whu-crack* is your day going well?"

"Oh it's getting better by the minute," chuckled Alfred, "Now why don't you...let me open up the Actions tab here...why don't you...give us a 'mew'!

"Look, um Dad, I know I do this everyday, *whu-crack*, but I feel like we need to have a serious talk about that laptop once I'm done."

Lara mews

Stalling in her spanking, Lara stood upright and stock still, her lips sealing shut as she clenched her jaw. Her eyes briefly moved around, coming back to look at me with growing dismay, but then quickly returned to staring ahead, engrossed in the task at hand.

"Huh," Mr. Rindquist looked puzzled, "did that do anything?" He clicked on the button again.

Lara mews

With a slight swallow, Lara adjusted her posture, keeping her shoulders back and her chin held high. Her Dad just sat there waiting, expecting her to do something more, but nothing else occurred.

"Is that it? Is that 'mewing'?" Mr. Rindquist asked, perplexed, but Lara ever sassy, just held a finger to her lips before tracing the length of her jaw.

Concerned, Mr. Rindquist clicked the 'mew' button again, and then three more times just to be safe, only to get the same results.

Lara mews, Lara mews, Lara mews, Lara mews

"Well that was anticlimactic, let's try one on you, Cammie, before you make a mess of the couch again," he drawled, slapping me on the thigh.

Giggling, I pulled my slick hands from my snatch for a quick whiff before sitting up to face Alfred, goose pimples started to sprout on my naked legs. "What were you thinking, Alfie?" I dared to try the nickname.

"Hmm, let's see...well there's 'goon', we already know what that does...probably not 'slay', would be bad if I clicked on that one, ha," Alfred pondered aloud, before settling on something he recognized. "Let's try...this one!"

Camille shills her Onlyfans

One hand reaching up to stroke the back of my hair, the other pulling the nape of my crop top down to expose some cleavage, I smiled with half-lidded eyes posing for a camera that wasn't there. "Follow the link in my description if you want to see more," I whispered huskily.

"Now we're talkin'," Mr. Rindquist grinned, dimples showing on his cheeks. He clicked again.

Camille shills her Onlyfans

I picked up a throw pillow to squeeze between my legs, leaning back on the far side of the couch as I held my left foot up in the air. "Feet pics, discreet pics, and more, only for my 'biggest' fans," I growled, posing "my little piggies" like a ballet dancer before sticking out my tongue suggestively. Mr. Alfred pulled out his phone to snap a few pictures of his own before clicking the button again.

Camille shills her Onlyfans

It somehow felt realer each time. I remembered hiring a cameraman to come and photograph me in a bathtub, a gold and porcelain thing I never owned and certainly wasn't in my dorm until Alfred starting playing around today. Hair blown out and surrounded by suds, I posed coquettishly, a punk princess simply "shocked" that someone had disturbed her bubble bath but still thrusting out her nice round bottom in case the intruder needed a second look. Still smelling the soap, I leaned in close to Mr. Rindquist's smartphone and growled, "Who's a good boy? If you want more you know where to find me." Then biting a black lip, I moaned, hand reaching down to stroke myself just out of frame. "I'll be waiting for you," I whispered, knowing full well I was right on the edge of frigging myself senseless through cum number nine.

"Hot," Mr. Rindquist said, "funny how in just a few clicks you became my little amateur slut. I wonder if I could make a little money off this--OH NO, OH GOD!!"

Fingers still inside me, I turned to where Alfred was looking only to realize Lara had never stopped obeying the call to mew. In fact the repeated commands had seemingly put her into overdrive. Red in the face, her buzz cut and nose piercing among her only recognizable features, the punk girl had sucked in her cheeks so thoroughly her face was a perfect "T": cheekbones protruding like Angelina Jolie in "Maleficent", the sides of her face vaccuumed to her teeth, all pointing down a distended, almost dagger-like chin. Puckered like a fish, Lara stood there shaking, her blue eyes and lips having seemingly swelled from the extended pressure, appearing rounder and swollen as she groaned at us through her nose.

"NNNN NNN NNNNNnnnn!" she mooed, finally getting our attention. Tears had started to form at the corners of bloodshot eyes, her face still visibly vibrating.

"Crap, uhh, is there an 'undo' button?" Mr. Rindquist pushed me aside, grabbing the laptop to start searching in haste. "No, dammit! Heck even if there was one, I wouldn't even know what the word would be. Griddy? Cook? Rizz up? Fan-fanum tax?"

"Why don't you just give her a new command?" I suggested, secretly enjoying seeing Alfred all riled up and aggressive. "Should override it if it's something you can't do while 'mewing'?"

"NNN NNNNNN," Lara protested, her eyebrows rising, clearly not a fan of my plan. But she wasn't at the laptop.

Lara shills her Onlyfans

Ending her enforced mewing streak with a staccato gasp, Lara let her aching mouth hang open, looking slightly more jowly than she had before. Her lips remained puckered and pressed forward, giving the impression of someone with too much lipfiller. Her left eyelid fluttered like it couldn't quite close right anymore, and Lara barely had a second to recover before spinning around to display her best asset. Rubbing her jiggly ass possessively, she mugged an invisible selfie stick before mumbling...

"Mah Bdaddy wikes to watch meh work, you will, twoo!" Lara said through bloated lips, ending her declaration with a sultry pout, what I soon realized was now her default resting face. The devious thought unexpectedly made my toes curl as I silently came, having switched to humping the throw pillow while Lara finished shilling. Retracting our hands, we both shook the cobwebs from our respective heads; Lara glaring at Mr. Rindquist, her index finger pointing at him menacingly.

"Bdaddy, stawp it! Why awr you doowing dis to wus?" Lara angrily tried to enunciate, the threat in her tone belied by her new speech impediment.

Mr. Alfred smirked and just ignored his beestung daughter."Huh, this is called 'mog' and it wants me to pick another person," he said typing quickly with a leer in my direction.

Lara mogs Cammie

Priorities realigned for the third time, Lara spun on me, anger dissipating as she climbed atop my legs and grabbed a hold of my pussy, causing me to shudder in spite of myself. Mogging being the act of outperforming someone, I realized too late what Lara intended to outshine me in.

"Wook at meh, Bdaddy, I can get Cammy off WAY fasser dan shwe jus did!" Lara babble-bragged, starting to finger my warm wet hole with her black-painted nails. Never swinging that way I tried to crawl free, but the punk girl just held me down, the weight of her tremendous thighs pinning me against the couch. ****, I turned pleadingly to Mr. Alfred trying to get him to respond, but he was just hunched over his laptop looking back and forth between the monitor and his daughter's Sapphic display.

"Better try that command in reverse!" He smiled with a tap.

Camille mogs Lara

Pupils dilating, a sense of competitiveness overriding my proclivities, I stared Lara down, squeezing her hand between my legs before she could diddle me further. Refusing to let her one-up me, especially in front of her Dad, my well-practiced digits dove for her suspended box, mixing her fluids with the grease still on my fingers. Yelping in surprise, Lara simply bit down on her clown-sized lips and started wriggling her captured hand, tickling my insides with her fingertips, as she met my gaze. Despite our eye contact, we both started moaning and yipping, more interested in putting on a show for our watchful audience than the actual stimulation at hand. However this didn't satisfy Mr. Rindquist who furtively started typing more as he watched our antics.

Lara mogs Camille

"Bdaddy, my fwiend Camel if so woose and deepp, I can fwit mah whole hand inswide hwer," my big-lipped best friend jeered, trying to push in as many fingers as she could into my boiling pot.

Camille mogs Lara

"Alfie, Lara's such a trashy slut, I can get her off just by playing with her butt," I shot back, reaching around to goose the girl who made several quick squeals as I teased her backdoor.

"OH OH, Imma reawwange your gutss, Camel!"

"EE, EE, It's Cammie, and I'm gonna work you like a ventriloquist dummy, ya butt slut. "

Lara mogs Camille, Camille mogs Lara

"Here, watch me Mr. Rindquist, I can get her off with just my mouth," I said emphatically, switching positions to finally unseat my lesser finger blaster.

"Me twoo, me twoo," Lara cried, spinning around to fit her whole buzzed head between my legs.

Camille mogs Lara, Camille mogs Lara, Lara mogs Camille, Lara mogs Camille

More typing ensued, as Lara and I lost ourselves in a writhing mass of fingers, tongues, and clits. Tops were discarded, bras unclasped, and every orifice was plugged, licked, bit, or left glistening with sweat and saliva as we fucked each other silly. Rutting like animals, we sixty-nined with wild abandonment, struggling to be the best at an ever-changing goal. Her thighs squeezing me like a vice, I felt the trickle of Lara's juices across my nose and mouth, tasting victory before realizing a single orgasm just wasn't going to cut it anymore. Diving in for round two, I felt my own release take hold of me, my cum squirting out from the top of Lara's head. Finger up her ass, her tummy on my tits, I buried my skunk hair between her legs, a faceless pleasure drone programmed only to win.

Losing myself in the lip-smacking, blood-pumping lesbian kerfuffle, I only broke free from my revelry as I felt something warm splash onto my back. Turning away from Lara with a succulent pop, my black lipstick smudged and drenched mascara running down my cheeks, I turned to see Mr. Rindquist standing above me, pumping into his hand, flecks of white liquid falling all around us.