Clean up Zoe

Zoe slouches, and flops onto the ground, her small body falling exhausted, used, wonderful. And you know what you have to choose to do. Your Master told you to choose. But you don't really have much of a choice, do you? You have to listen to your burning cunt.

So you get down on all fours and crawl over to Zoe. Getting closer and closer to your nude daughter, your heart races faster and faster.

You're no longer watching this happen, you're becoming a part of it.

And you become a part of it by placing your tongue on Zoe's thigh, and licking up the dripping cum. Her flesh is so soft, so young. There are no imperfections. Your tongue glides over it for a good long time. You feel goosebumps form on your girl's skin.

But that's not nearly enough. Slowly you lick up her thigh, up to her asshole. You know there's a whole trove of cum inside.

You ask yourself, are you going to do this? Are you going to suck a man's creampie out of your little Zoe's asshole. Your mind flashes on a lifetime of memories. Zoe's first day of school. The time you threw her surprise birthday party. The times you taught her to drive.

And now this.

You feel your mind slowly engulfing the fact that she's your daughter. Maybe you don't have a daughter... or son... or family. They're just all more masters that own your cunt.

Your cunt is so wet, and aches with desire. You shove your tongue into Zoe's ass. You taste cum.

Zoe giggles. Zoe moans.

But that's not nearly enough. A good fuck **** isn't selfish. A good fuck **** obeys. A good fuck **** serves. A good fuck **** shares.

With your mouth full of cum, and your ears full of the sounds of Zoe moaning, reacting to the touch of your tongue, you pull it from her, and slowly crawl up in front of her. She's so beautiful. Her eyes gaze at you erotically. Strands of hair stick to her sweaty flesh. You love her... not like a mother loves a daughter, but like a fuck **** loves an owner.

And she knows you want to share with her. So she opens her mouth for your delivery. For a moment, you think, should you just let the cum roll from your lips onto hers? No, you need to taste her tongue, to touch the inside of her mouth.

So you shove your tongue against hers, cum passing between you, rolling down your cheeks as well. You swirl your tongues together, sucking them, binding them. Your daughter is a good kisser. She's talented with her tongue. Your body flashes with heat. You hope you have a chance to see what other tongue talents she has. But you're the **** here, or the ****-in-training. You may never be pleased by her. You may only ever have to please her.

But that thought only makes you hornier. The idea of your face shoved up against her tight, young pussy. You can barely stand it. You reach down to play with yourself again.

But Zoe pushes your hand out of the way. "No **** mom, let me." She says, and you feel her hand reach down into your pants, brush past your trim bush and thin fingers slide into your impossibly soaked slit.

It's amazing. Your whole world becomes enveloped in fog. Your Zoe is kissing you, fingering you, pleasing you, degrading you.

"What do you think Zoe?" the Master says. "Do you think she's ready to learn to be our ****?"

Zoe smiles at you. Her fingers fiddle you faster. Of course you are, you think. Of course she thinks so. She's so pleased with you, she's rubbing your clit wildly. Of course, you're ready.