In her mouth. Then explain the deal.

You pull out of Naomi's ass with an audible pop, then use her hair and one arm to manhandle her around as she whines with desperate need. Grabbing a handful of her hair you pull her towards your throbbing meat.

"Oh...oh God Daddy! It's been in my ass! Please...please Daddy...Please No..."

You cut off her feeble protests by shoving your cock into her mouth, using her hair to hold her in position as you thrust deep, touching her throat and making her gag.

"Gaak...Guk...Guk...Gugghk…." she gurgles, looking up at your sneering face with helpless eyes, drool streaming from her lips. The sight of the degraded young wife sends you over the edge.

"Daddy's three hole whore!" you praise her. "That's Daddy's good little slut! Here's your treat bitch!" you groan as your cock pulses, pumping a load of hot seed into her slurping mouth. You hold her hair, forcing your cock deep and making her gag as you fill her with cream, throwing your head back with a snarl of conquest.

Finally empty you push her off, and she slumps back on the couch, semen and saliva drooling from her mouth. Her legs are sprawled open, displaying her violated holes as she looks up at you with wounded eyes, the very picture of a well fucked slut.

With a grin you toss a box of tissues onto the couch and start to dress, taking satisfaction in her plaintive whimpering as she cleans herself up.

"You're so mean...cruel...you took my...my ass...made me suck you...you're so mean..."

"You loved it," you chuckle. "You were Daddy's good little slut. You got off on it. What's the story Naomi, did your real Daddy fuck you, or did you just want him to?"

A blush floods over her pale skin, making her thoroughly delectable.

"I...I wanted him to..." she mutters, looking down abashedly. "He never...never touched me...but...I...used to touch myself...at night...I could here him and my mother...in the next room...and I imagined it was me...me that he was...fucking."

"Do you call your husband Daddy?"

She looks up at you with wide eyes and shakes her head rapidly. "Oh no! He's...he's not like that...at all...not like...Daddy...or...or you...So strong...and...and dominant..." She looks down at herself again, then up at you with eyes full of tears.

"Will you do what you said, and help my husband? Or are you just going to...to use me and...and throw me away..."

You smile coldly at her, watching her tremble with anxiety for a moment.

"I keep my word Naomi. I'll figure a way for your husband to keep his job." The young wife's face lights up with surprised hope. "But you're going to have to do your part. I want to see you once a week, back here for fucking. Or 'Whatever.'"

"Oh Thank You!" Naomi exclaims, bouncing off the couch and hugging you, pressing her nakedness against you. "Thank you Mr. Chandler...Daddy...I'll be a good little slut for you...Daddy's whore...Thank you so much, Daddy."