Relentless libido

JOCELYN

“W-What?” I stuttered, the question stumbling out of my mouth.

I had heard him. I had definitely heard what he said.

It’s just that my eyes and ears were filled with the sight and sounds of my daughter licking this man’s massive, erect member.

While I was just standing there. Nude.

That was less of an issue.

Anybody could be proud of showing off something like this. Magnificent breasts, hella toned thighs, all the soft curves that were the results of a regulated diet and daily exercise.

I always knew people would pay top dollar to see the masterwork I was hiding, but I had avoided stooping that low.

Until now, of course.

How the fuck had this slick motherfucker talked me into this?

Whoever this asshole was, it was more than clear by the trails of saliva that my daughter spun all over his cock… He wouldn’t let her go. Maybe ever.

I either had to deal with him... or lose my Sophie.

My one trusted source for quick cash.

“Let me repeat. Make yourself cum… while keeping your eyes on us.”

An evil, nefarious smile.

It was the smile of an evil manipulator. One who had a tongue running all the way from the base of his balls to the tip of his shaft.

His… long, sturdy shaft.

I had seen my share of cocks. More than I could count.

This… This was definitely in the top 1 percentile.

Is that how he dominated my daughter? Just with his sheer girth?

Making Sophie cry out in helpless groans as that beast... messed up her insides?

Shaping her, remaking her? Ruining her for other, less developed men?

His fleshlight, to use whenever-

No. Stop!

My... My horny mind was swirling out of control.

I knew I had a libido, but I had to get a hold of myself.

I never got this juiced up about a... dominant man. I was usually the one calling the shots. Leading innocent lambs into my bedroom and making them men. The idea of one of them telling me what to do… Well the one time that college kid tried it, I had made him regret it by ending things short.

But more than that…

Jocelyn, this is your daughter!

DON'T GET HORNY THINKING ABOUT HER HAVING SEX!

Just seeing her blow him was bad enough!

I knew the limits between good sexy and bad, horrible sexy!

This was so deep in the latter category it was nearly illegal.

Or was it?

It had to be on some level, right?

When I finally stopped admiring his size, my gaze traveled back to his eyes.

They were growing impatient.

He wanted me to masturbate, right? Just cum by watching this horrible scene unravel before my eyes?

And that was only the second order. There would be a third one after that.

I wasn’t stupid.

Well, maybe a little bit, but I definitely wasn't retarded.

I knew even fulfilling his three orders wouldn’t end things. The next time I needed money, he would ask for more and more perverse stuff.

Just by going this far, he already had his hooks in me.

He was in the process of turning me into his personal whore.

His personal, fucked up, juiced up, kinky fucktoy, who he could dominate by making her do all kinds of-

“Last chance,” he said menacingly, disturbing my cloud of thoughts.

I had to make the decision now.

Go deeper into the rabbit hole I might never get out of…

Or take my chances out there. In the rough, rough world.

What was left for me? I hated normal work. I tried it so many times, gotten fired so many times... Always because of some stupid drama. Besides, there wasn't really any job out there that could hold my interest for long.

The only thing I loved was partying. Having fun. The booze. Other assorted ways of getting high. And the men. Oh God, all the men. The sex. The climaxes. The endless train of pleasure and good times.

I did consider breaking into the porn industry. Especially when my money was running out. But, still, it felt like such a huge jump to a place you couldn't get out from... And with my age, it felt like the chance was quickyly starting to drift away...

I knew I had been lucky. Reconnecting with the daughter I gave away when I was still too young to take care of. Finding out she was a successful writer for a fashion magazine, and having all those savings squirreled away.

For a short while, all my troubles were solved.

It was too good to last.

My index finger slowly traveled down my body… circling my pelvis… and then, finding a surprisingly warm and moist spot down between my legs. (JOCELYN: +10SP) (+35SP)

Not gonna lie, the look in Sophie’s eyes killed me a little bit.

Despite the mammoth cock in her mouth, she still managed to look so disappointed in her newly-found mom surrendering to this monster of a man.

He smiled victoriously. Of course he did.

But so did I.

He didn’t know me.

This... This was my thing.

My speciality.

I was a master masturbator.

Thanks to my relentless libido, I fingered myself at least twice daily.

I had to do it to deal.

Sometimes, when the horniness struck at inconvenient times, I needed to be quick.

In public bathrooms, behind a tree in a nature park... I couldn't jill myself forever.

Yeah, I learned to powerfinger myself.

With my middle finger on my clit and my other fingers spreading the lips apart, I plunged three fingers of my other hand into my pussy.

Not just plunged, I hit them. I smashed them. I dove them into my already lubricated hole. Quickly. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Faster now. My middle finger tapping my clit.

Oh yeah… This was going to be quick.

The orgasm wasn’t far. I’m pretty sure I could do this under a minute, if I wanted to. And I was already aroused, whether it was from bad thoughts or not.

My back curved, I moaned involuntarily as I could feel the flood gates slowly opening.

The asshole with his cock in my daughter’s mouth was clearly not smiling anymore.

Haha. That’s what I thought. He really wanted me to draw this thing out. Not just manually accomplish his order as fast as I could. Yeah sure, maybe it was a small loophole, since I wasn’t doing exactly what he wanted, but so what? I wasn’t a mindreader, he couldn’t blame me for cumming too fast.

I wanted to take at least a little control away from the manipulative freak. He couldn’t- and wouldn't- own my orgasm.

He fumbled with his phone for some reason. What? Was he going to take a picture of this? Fuck that. Unless it was order number three, then whatever. If it wasn’t, he wasn’t playing by the rules and I’d leave.

Even I had my limits.

And speaking of limits… My pussy was ready to burst…

3…

2…

1…

And!

…

…

Huh?

I… I still wasn’t there?

I swear, I just felt it exploding, but…

I plunged in deeper, rougher, swifter.

Nothing.

What- What was wrong?

I knew my body like the back of my hand, I was completely attuned with it. I knew when I needed sugar, when I needed salt, when I needed water, when I needed self-love and when the orgasm would hit so hard that even my neighbours would hear it.

Yet, nothing.

Like there was a… block there.

I looked to Jack. He was smirking again, as he put his phone away.

He… He didn’t take a photo of me, right? No, I don’t think he ever held the phone in a position to get a good pic. What was he doing?

Sending messages in the middle of this or something?

Ugh, the arrogant, fucking huge-cocked pissant…

WHY COULDN’T I CUM!

“Whoa there, chill with the fingering or you might hurt yourself,”

“Shut… the… fuck… up,” I grunted with exasperated words.

“You shouldn’t be so rough with your cunt. Maybe it needs a gentler touch?”

“SHUT UP!”

…and that’s about as clever I could be in this fucked-up situation.

“Maybe the blowjob isn’t stimulating you properly. Or maybe Sophie is doing it badly. Yeah, that’s probably it. Sophie, put your heart into it. Really slobber on my knob with passion. Imagine you haven’t seen me in years, then give it all the love, dedication and passion you could to make up for the missing years. Put your soul into it.”

To my disgust, Sophie complied.

She drew long, dedicated licks along his shaft. All the while looking up adoringly at him. And she didn’t allow herself any breaks.

There was never a moment her tongue wasn’t on his cock… his balls… his pubes.

She was spit-shining it so much it glistened everywhere. She circled the head, spending time around his slit, and moved her head sideways along it like she was playing a flute.

It was a miracle he wasn’t cumming. How could he have such control?

Was this an everyday occurrence to him or something? Someone adoringly sucking his cock?

I pushed that thought away, because it just made me feel more disgusted.

I needed to feel good to get this orgasm.

Okay, Jack… He… He was a good guy, okay?

I… I sure would like to… suck that cock… fuck that cock…

Mmmm….

Shit. Even that wasn’t enough.

Okay. Umm…

Sophie. Sophie’s not here.

That’s not her.

She’s… Well, maybe that’s me?

That’s me sucking that huge, massive thing.

I wonder how good it tasted…

And what his o-face was gonna be when I finally managed to…

Mmmm…..

Mnghhh…

FUCK!!!

GET… ME… THERE!!!

All of a sudden, he pulled Sophie’s face off his cock.

“It’s not working, Soph. I think we need a new strategy. Any suggestions?”

“Monghmauph…” she garbled, her jaw painfully locked from the relentless blowjob.

“Yeah, good idea,” he pretended hearing what Sophie had said, “Get on top of me. I think it's time I finally explored the depths of your pussy.”