Probably just a quick fuck. You’ve got to get to school.

The alarm goes off just a few minutes before 6:00 am. You don’t hit snooze today; you’re in a hurry to get out of your bed. There’s no point in showering before you get all messy with your slaves, so you pull on the jeans and tee shirt you wore yesterday, brush your teeth, and grab a clean set of clothes to put on after you shower at Tracey’s. You step out your front door and see Tracey waiting for you in her mom’s SUV.

You climb in and give her a long, deep kiss before you buckle up and tell her to drive. In addition to her pink dog collar, she’s wearing a tight tank top and cotton gym shorts that show off a lot of smooth skin and all her curves. Her stiff nipples poking up under the top let you know she’s braless. You reach over and stroke her bare thigh, then slide your fingers down between her thighs to brush over the crotch of her shorts. She gasps. The thin fabric between your fingers and her sex feels warm and already damp.

“If you want to drive, Master, I could suck your cock on the way,” she suggests sweetly.

You slide your finger up and down along her slit through the cotton. “I like having a chauffeur,” you tell her. “You can wait to get my cock until we get to your house.”

She lets out a shuddering moan at the touch, then nods and says, “Yes, Master.” You notice she speeds up slightly.

You ask for her mom’s phone number and she tells you. You call Ellie. “I expect you naked on your knees to greet me when I get there, cunt,” you tell her sternly.

“Yes, Sir, of course, Sir. I’m na-” she says before you hang up.

“God, you treat her so mean,” Tracey breathes out huskily. “It’s so wrong how hot that makes me.”

It’s a short trip to their house. Tracey pulls into the garage and the garage door rolls down behind you. She strips out of her top and shorts as soon as she’s out of the SUV. She runs around to the passenger side as you’re walking toward the door to the house. She drops to her knees in front of you on the concrete garage floor. “Welcome, Master,” she says excitedly.

You smile and stroke her hair. “Thank you, Pet, but I’d like to get inside the house.” You grip a fistful of her hair as you walk past. She scrambles to get to her feet and follow you, bent over and stumbling.

You walk through the mud room into the kitchen and find Ellie kneeling on the tile floor, knees apart, hands behind her back, eyes down to the floor. “Welcome, Sir,” she says. Her greeting is more subdued than her daughter’s. She shivers as you step closer.

You release Tracey’s hair. “Kneel next to Cunt,” you order her. She drops to her knees with a soft thud next to her mother, making a wonderfully matched pair.

You pull Ellie’s head back by the hair, to look down into her eyes. “I don’t have a lot of time before I have to get to school. I’m going to make the most of it,” you tell her with a wicked grin. You tug her head back further, making her back arch and her tits press out. “Keep your hands behind your back and stay in place.”

Keeping her in the position with your grip on her hair, you bring your free down in a hard slap on her tit, right over her pink nipple. She barks out a loud “OW!” Her breasts jiggle from the blow. She squirms, but your hand in her hair and her magically enforced obedience keep her from pulling away or blocking you from landing another stinging slap on her tit.

Her face screws up and she lets out a high-pitched whine. Her body shakes.

You slap down on the same place again. Her body bucks. “Oghhhh…” her cry is guttural. The pale skin of her tit is pink where your hand has landed, and her nipple and areola have gone from pink to ruddy.

You stroke your fingers lightly over her breast and feel the heat from the blood that is flowing under her sensitive, stinging skin. She flinches at the light touch but then arches to press into it.

“Pet, your mother has a little owie,” you tease. “Kiss it and make it better.”

Tracey nods, “Yes, Master,” and crawls in front of her mother.

Ellie groans as Tracey’s moist lips press tenderly to her aching nipple.

“With tongue,” you growl. Tracey nods and her pink, wet tongue slips from between her lips to circle and slide over the freshly smacked nub.

You can see Ellie’s eyes glisten as tears fill them. You lean down and hiss in her ear. “You and your daughter are my playthings. Your only purpose is to entertain, arouse, and please me. Seeing you together gets me hard, so you’ll be playing with each other all the time for me.”

Ellie is panting hard, but gasps out, “Yes, Sir.”

Tracey presses her open mouth down over her mother’s nipple. She sucks and tongues it lasciviously.

You release Ellie’s hair, crouch down next to them, and slide your hand between Ellie’s thighs. You grind your fingers over her folds. “And that gets you wet, doesn’t it?”

With a slight nod of her lowered head, Ellie sobs loudly, “Yes!” She sounds shocked and ashamed by her answer. “Because it’s for you, Sir.”

You stand and stroke her hair. “Good Cunt,” you praise her. “You just earned my cock in your pussy. Bend over the table.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ellie says, as she struggles to get her wobbly legs under her and stand. She staggers to the table and bends forward over it. Her wrists remain crossed at the small of her back.

You move behind her, shove down your jeans and boxers, line your cock up with her pussy, and spear into her.

Ellie groans out a long “ohhhhhhh…” deep in her throat and pushes back against your thrust.

You grab her hips tightly. Your fingers dig into her soft skin. You start to pump in hard, deep, grunting with the effort.

Tracey stares at the scene of you taking her mother roughly on their kitchen table. She approaches close to you. Her hands slip under your tee shirt to slide it up. You release your grip on Ellie long enough to raise your arms so Tracey can pull your shirt off.

When you grab Ellie again, she cums hard. Her body tenses and her pussy clenches on your shaft.

Tracey presses her warm body against you while you rut into her mother. She kisses your shoulder softly and her delicate hands explore your chest and back. Ellie cums again, her juices bathe your shaft and run down her inner thighs.

Sensing you are close, you heave your hips forward and drag Ellie back onto your flexing shaft. Your cock explodes deep inside her, pulsing and pumping out your seed. You stand huffing and puffing, your fingers clenching and unclenching on Ellie’s hips.

Tracey brings her lips to your ear and begs softly, “Please kiss me, Master.”

You can’t help chuckling at how earnest and needy her request is. You release Ellie’s hips, twist toward Tracey, and cup her face in both hands. You pull her face to yours and kiss the daughter long and deep, while your cock begins to soften inside the mother’s pussy.