She doesn’t get a name

His spunk splashed across her beautiful visage and she briefly recoiled in shock. Some splashed across her naked chest. Her large globes bounced from her efforts, now splattered with his spunk.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, her mouth formed a wide O, as she recovered from his spray.

She caught a fair amount of it, but it came out so quickly she was too slow to catch all his glorious sperm.

As he focused, he saw the mess he created. He thought about it a moment and couldn’t come up with her name. The events of the former day were coming to him and he smiled. He owned this beautiful young woman. He thought briefly about Jean the doctor, he remembered her name well.

“What’s your name again, I forgot,” he asked.

“Whatever you want it to be, master,” she said, head lowered in a demure posture. At the moment she answered, she knew her old life was gone and her new one started. It was almost an **** answer, she knew she wanted him to name her as he owned her completely.

His dick twitched at her answer. Damn he thought, he really did own this one. She didn’t balk at all from his ridiculous proposition that he would buy her using his sperm as payment.

“I think I may need to get to know you a bit before we give you a name okay?”

“Of course master, anything is fine with me. I’ll stay nameless for now,” she answered smiling sweetly.

“Master, we may have some issues to deal with now that you own me.”

“Oh really? What may those be”

She detailed out what she had been thinking about her family and the sale. As she spoke, he smiled wider and wider. She had told him about her sister and the thought of having a second got him hard again.

He got out of bed and fondled her voluminous tits. “You may be the best purchase I’ve ever made,” he told her smiling, dick twitching. He had some thoughts on surprising this wonderful **** of his.

Head lowered, she smiled.

The house was in complete disarray upstairs, they had gone through quickly to get stuff for the estate sale and hadn’t cleaned up yet.

“So, let’s go see how your mother is doing, didn’t we leave her on the front lawn masturbating?”

She hadn’t noticed that. It had been hours, her mother must be a mess. She hadn’t even thought to put a top on, she walked naked, tits bared. She could see him peeking as she walked and the mounds bounced freely.

They two walked out to the front and saw the older woman clearly exhausted, pumping three fingers in and out of her twat. She was haggard looking, her clothing in complete disarray. The two walked up to her and stared down.