She lets her in on a little surprise

Molly slowly walked towards Vyki’s head, “so, you crave cock to fuck your ass, slut?”

Vyki couldn’t help but remember the joy and relief she felt when those men fucked her this weekend and knowing that it was the only relief she was in any position to get, she avidly nodded her head as she moaned and wiggled her ass.

Molly lifted her arm and quickly brought the flog down on Vyki’s plug, “I know you’re dumb, bimbo, but not the kind that can’t talk. Answer me when I ask you a question.”

Vyki yelps and quickly responds, “Yes, Master, I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Oh really,” Molly drawls out as she slinks to move in front of Vyki, allowing her cock to slowly bob into Vyki’s view. Taking the time to get in front of Vyki and noticing her eyes locked on the fake appendage, she asks, “is this what you want in your ass, slut?”

Vyki could only stare, transfixed at the phallus in front of her, practically drooling, “yes, Master, I want that in me.”

Molly reaches over the length of her body and smacks her ass again, “what do you want, slut?”

Vyki whimpers feeling the toy continuing to keep her on the edge, “your cock, Master.”

Smacking her ass again, “what about my cock, you dumb bimbo? Say it all.”

Vyki can’t help but wiggle in her restraints as she craves release, “I want your cock, Master.”

Another full hit, “you need to be more descriptive, slut. Convenience me your not just saying it because you think I want to hear it. Tell me how you really want it.”

Vyki is panting in near delirium as she stares at the faux tip mere inches from her face, “Master, please, I want you to fuck with your cock. Please, fuck me until I cum, Master.”

“Hrmm....” Molly says thoughtfully as she teases Vyki. “Maybe you do mean it. But you know, there is something you might notice about this cock of mine, slut. Tell me what it is and I’ll fuck you till you explode.”

Vyki looks up Master and then back at the cock. She isn’t sure what Master is after as it looks like any other dildo. It has a cock shape, veins, its just a dildo what’s special about it. Grasping Vyki blurts out, “its attached to you, Master?”

Swatting her ass again, “that’s just stating the obvious ditz.” Molly says watching the poor, nearly naked girl wiggle before her, takes some pity on her. “This is a special cock that I had modeled after a real cock. One you should be intimately familiar with. Tell me who’s it resembles, and I’ll give you your reward, cunt.”

Vyki looks up at Molly in panicked delirium trying to figure out what she means. Taking intense focus to look at the cock in front of her, she looks at it from side to side trying to match it with the other cocks she fucked this this weekend. It doesn’t really look like any of them. Definitely too small to be Daddy’s.

SMACK Vyki feels the flog on her ass. “Ditzy girl, this shouldn’t be this hard tell me who’s cock this looks like,” Molly prods in impatience even though she’s loving tormenting her.

“Um, Sir Bill’s cock, Master?” Vyki guesses reluctantly not seeing a resemblance at all.

“WRONG!” Molly says slamming her flog on Vyki’s ass. Then pauses as she replays the incorrect answer, “wait a second, you’ve seen Sir Bill’s cock?? Intimately?”

Vyki blushes profusely as she hangs her head in shame thinking of how she attacked the visage of Sir Bill’s cock after being discarded by him. “Sort of, Master,” Vyki responds embarrassed.

Molly still processing it pushes on not letting herself get too distracted, “we’re going to put a pin in that for the moment, but you’re going to explain that to me later, cunt.”

“Yes, Master,” Vyki says grateful not to have to explain herself at the moment, but dreading when she will.

“So, if it's not, Bill’s what other cock you’re intimate with does it look like?” Molly said getting the session back on track.

Vyki swallows hard and answers in her soft, high voice, “uh, its not as big as Daddy’s cock so I’m pretty sure it's not it,” she says looking at it intently as she moves her head side to side.

Molly barely stifles a giggle at Vyki’s response but regains her composure enough to ask, “I can’t let your hands loose to examine it more closely, but perhaps if you use your lips and tongue, you can get the subtle details you're missing.” Molly is still amazed she isn’t recognizing it and presses on. Molly catches the small nod from Vyki and prompts her, “would you like to suck my cock so it can fuck your ass, slut?”

Vyki surprises herself as she emphatically nods her head yes, and whimpers out, “Yes, Master,” and leans forward sticking out her tongue towards the cock but can’t quite reach it.

Molly keeping the tip away from her tongue as she swats Vyki’s ass, “no, slut, you gotta ask for this privilege.”

Vyki moans again feeling the rush so close to the edge, but she finds the will to respond to Master, “please, Master, let me suck your cock so I can play with it with my tongue you can fuck my ass, Master.” Vyki says staring at the cock in desperation.

“Very well slut,” Molly says in mock capitulation as she presses her cock into Vyki’s reach.

Vyki extends her neck out to wrap her lips around Master’s tip as her tongue traces the edge. She’s very sure this is definitely NOT Sir Bill’s cock now. As Master slowly pushes the cock into her moth, she rubs her tongue along the fake texture, feeling ever veiny, smooth, pitted surface trying to place the tongue. She feels the cock slide back and keeps inspecting it before it rolls forward and then finally rolls back. However, as the cock pops out from lips, Vyki whimpers in frustration as she still hasn’t identified and tries to lean forward to get more info on it.

Molly is shocked a bit about her own sensations. She knew the harness had little nubs in the crotch, but she had suddenly felt why as the stroking motion caused the nibs to massage around her own clit sending wild sensations through her body. With the cock out of Vyki’s mouth, she regains enough composure to process what happened with Vyki. Molly is amazed to reminded how greedily Vyki went after her cock and seemed to be reaching for more, “my you quite the eager little cock sucker, aren’t you slut?”

Vyki just blushes again and bows her head.

“Such a prolific cock sucker in such a short time,” Molly teased, “are you a good cum slut.”

Vyki feels a sudden rush at the moniker and feels even more in need of relieving Master’s cock, “Yes, Master, I’m a good cum slut,” Vyki cries out desperately.

Molly then slides the cock forward, holding back her own moan as she says, “so then, think about all the many cocks you’ve examined closely, and you tell me which one it is.”

Vyki again wraps her tongue around the invading cock trying to identify its traits. As the cock slides out of her lips as she thoughtfully says, “it's not the gas station guy,” before plunging her head back on it.

Looking deep in thought, Vyki slowly bobs her head up and down the cock trying to identify who’s it stands in for. After several strokes, Vyki pulls up and looks at the cock, “you’re not the waiter’s.”

Molly just looks down at her head eagerly bobbing up and down her cock like a cheap whore. She starts to loosen herself in the sensations. Though not quite as intense as when she’s pressing her cock into Vyki’s mouth, there is still an electrifying sensation as Vyki’s head bobs up and down.

Vyki shudder’s thinking of the manager from the cheap motel and keeps going through her list of cocks.

Molly is a little shocked to see Vyki shutter while she sucks her faux cock but is loving the enthralling movements of the slut before her.

Vyki finally remembers the man from the hardware store and tries to compare this to it but she is having a hard time remembering the details as it was only a hand job in that dimly lit parking lot. ‘He was such a nice man,’ Vyki thinks as she keeps bobbing her head up & down the cock trying to place it. ‘I wonder if feels any better after that?’ As Vyki’s horny and hardly focusing brain begins to jump tracks, ‘maybe a hand job wasn’t enough for him. He was a nice guy; I’m sure any girl would be happy to suck his cock if she got to know him. Maybe I should go back there and see if he’s okay.’

SMACK Molly says to the horny girl apparently lost in cock sucking, “you’re taking too long slut, who’s do you think it is?”

Vyki realizes her brain has totally lost track of things and takes a wild guess of the only other cock on her brain at the moment, “is it the hardware store guy’s, Master?”

SMACK “Nice try but still way off, slut.” Molly moves her hips forward to **** Vyki to take the cock again as she begins to thrust in and out of Vyki’s mouth. Molly can feel the massaging of the inner nubs of the harness against her clit, moaning a bit herself. Breathing heavily, Molly throws Vyki a backhanded bone, “Since you’re obviously have an issue with a fill in the blank question, let me dumb it down for you.” Molly inhales sharply as she continues stroking in and out of Vyki’s mouth under the premise of having Vyki examine it, but the physical sensation is quickly adding to her already excited perspective.

“Keep examining my cock closely slut and tell me which one of these choices must closely matches it.” Molly pulls her hips back long enough and enjoys seeing Vyki stick her tongue out and try to reach the cock to identify it. “Understood, slut?”

Vyki is really trying to place it and hopes that Master gives her an easy time because her brain is so delirious, she’s having a hard time comparing it to the cocks she seen this weekend as each one rushes through her mind, the bumps, curves, cuts, and everything just don’t match and she can’t figure it out. Realizing Master is waiting for her reply, she finally says, “yes, Master, I understand,” and is promptly rewarded with the cock being returned to her lips as she begins sucking and licking it as she Master slides it in and out of her lips.

“Alright, bimbo, is it Hugh Jackman’s?” Vyki looked up at Master questioningly. Vyki knew Molly had a thing for him for years, but Vyki was sure she had never seen his cock and couldn’t possibly figure it out. To encourage Vyki further, while their eyes were locked, Molly reached out with the flog’s handle and pressed on Vyki’s plug, rubbing it around as she encouraged, “don’t worry, slut. You can hear all the answers before you have to pick one.”

Vyki could only close her eyes and moan as her body was driven closer to the razor’s edge by Master manipulating her ass, reaffirming to herself to answer identity correctly so she can finally be rewarded by coming around Master’s cock. Molly giggles a bit seeing the tortured look on Vyki’s face with how clueless & horny she was. Continuing on she kept going, “or is it more like Greg’s from the dungeon?”

Vyki squinted hard as she stroked her tongue over the cock. While she had seen a lot of Mr. Greg’s girl Fiona’s body this weekend, she couldn’t really remember seeing much of Mr. Greg’s cock. However, they were notorious for being in various forms of undress throughout the dungeon and Paul had been around Greg a few times, but she was having a hard time remembering because Paul didn’t really look much, and Vyki was cursing that she hadn’t paid more attention to Mr. Greg’s cock. She continued to stroke it with her tongue in hopes that something would trigger when she heard Master talk again.

“Perhaps its fashioned off of Ron Jeremy’s cock, slut; you think?”

Vyki shuddered at the porn star’s name. She had always thought he was a bit slimy, but she knew Paul had watched several porno’s he was in. However, Vyki was sure that Ron’s cock rivaled Daddy’s in size, so she was pretty sure that wasn’t it. But maybe it was shrunk or something and she continued tasting &teasing it.

“Don’t think it's any of those, slut?” Molly said holding her dick with the tip just past Vyki’s teeth, holding Vyki’s head in place as she looked down at the horny little slut feeling her energy and arousal rising with every thrust, openly panting like a bitch in heat herself.

Vyki tried to move her head, but Master was holding her head firm with the cock sitting in her mouth still expecting an answer. With much difficulty, Vyki struggled to speak around the faux appendage. “Nuh, Mashdur,” and was rewarded with the cock returning into her mouth for more inspecting.

Molly then got a very devilish grin as she lightly let up the plug but not removing the flog from it as she proposed another option, “perhaps, it’s from a set of toys made from a mold of....” Molly paused for effect as she pressed into Vyki’s plug even harder enjoying the slut plunging her throat onto the cock as she moaned while Molly finished her statement, “Master Paul’s cock.”

Vyki was enjoying the manipulation from Master playing her body so well and knowing she had to be getting closer to finding the answer; wanting so much to please Master. She was so lost in the haze that it took several elated seconds before her brain processed what Master said.

Molly was enjoying watching the slut pleasure herself on the plug and cock but was absolutely elated when the girl visibly froze as her mind finally caught up with the words. Molly pushed it home by asking, “Those are your four choices, slut. I know you’ve pleased a lot of cocks and stared at even more but try to dig deep and your empty little head and tell me who do you think this cock resembles.” Molly continued thrusting her cock in and out of the girl’s mouth enjoying her own rise of lust as she teased the slut’s ass while she watched the girls try to come to terms with reality.

Vyki heard the name and things started flashing in her mind. Paul’s vein that twists under his cock, the way his slit splits the tip of head into a heart shape, the way the tip mushrooms up away from the shaft. Feeling the cock sliding in and out of her lips a realization seems to click to her.

However, she then was reminded how it looked watching Molly go after Paul’s cock. Vyki could also remember how much Molly’s devoted worshiping of her Master’s cock drove him crazy. How when Molly would suck him and plead with him, it would drive her Master so filled with lust he’d rip her off his cock, often tossing her violently on the bed before plowing deep into her while she shuddered in multiple blissful orgasms on Master’s cock.

Inspired by the memory and elated she finally knew what the answer must be, Vyki strove to mimic Master Paul’s slut’s enthusiasm and skill by attempting to pleasure and lick Master’s cock to drive Master to lustful rage. Her brain not fully connecting the pulsating trapped appendage was its effective twin as she remained tunnel focused on getting relief from this cock in the only way she’d felt in the past week.

Molly was surprised, amazed, elated, and totally turned on by Vyki’s apparent enthusiasm. She was afraid that might drop Vyki out of subspace, but that just seemed to drive her slut dial even higher. Molly let Vyki go for quite a while driving both of the sexual energy even higher before she finally held her head back and pulled her cock free from her lips; Vyki’s slobbering tongue still reaching out to please the essence of her release. “So, do you think you can finally pick from those 4 and tell me who’s cock this matches, cunt?”

Vyki looks up at Master in total lust and elation as she finally knows the answer that will free her trapped orgasm as Master fucks her wanton ass. “Yes, Master,” Vyki’s childish voice says in a breathy voice as she pants frantically, “it’s like Master Paul’s cock.

“Very good girl,” Molly patronizes the slutty girl below her eliciting a giggle filled with delirium from Vyki. “And what does that mean now for your reward, slut?”

Vyki bites her lip and with a half-lidded stare of lust up at Master, she dares to presume, “it means Master will fuck this slut’s brains out, Master.”

Molly giggles a bit at that and leans down to look at poor girl’s now worried face seeing the fear that she main not get fucked. Molly smirks and assures her, “oh, a ditzy dumb bimbo like you doesn’t have much brains to fuck out, so that wouldn’t last long.” Molly feels a devilish thrill from the disappointment and torment on the girl’s face, “that won’t take long, but I will keep fucking you until you cum, slut.” A genuine smile of gratitude crosses Vyki’s face knowing this has all been worth it and she will get her glorious reward.

Molly stands up and walks around Vyki’s, pulling her cuffs from the bench releasing her from the retrained position. She can see the confusion on the girl’s face as she’s doing it, as Vyki was sure she was going to fuck her there with her ass inviting in the air and is worried that this is yet something else she didn’t understand, and she won’t actually get to feel the cock inside her.

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head, girl,” Molly says as she moves the girl into a seated position relishing in the girls moan as the plug drives deeper into her pushed up by the cushion against her own weight. Grasping Vyki’s hands, Molly guides her back up on her shaky legs perched on her platform heels. “If this is going to be the first time I fuck my slutbride, it's going to be in a comfortable bed.”

Vyki steadies herself and blushes as a vision of herself in a white veil and lacy dress passes through her head while Master in a tux sows his oats in her field.

“But first,” Molly interrupts her rambling thoughts holding up her knife again, “I need to get this tattered outfit off my beautiful toy.”

Vyki sees Master taking the large sharp object and slides it up against Vyki’s bare hip snapping the waistband of her tiny skirt. The snap causes a yelp to escape from Vyki as she sees the skirt fluttering to the ground, much of its threads unraveling from the **** of the flog. She wonders if her skin fare much better than that as she focuses on the tingling of her ass. However, her thoughts are quickly interrupted again as Master shoves one wrist behind her, the magnetic plate latching to her restrictive corset thrusting her back up straight as her shoulder is pulled back. Vyki can barely comprehend the movement as the other tired arm is latched below the first, held firmly on her back.

“There,” Molly says very proud of herself as she steps forward and whispers over girl’s shoulder, “now my slut is properly attired for a night at home, isn’t she slut?”

Unnoticed by Molly, but very much in Vyki’s attention, Molly’s faux cock slide between Vyki’s spread thighs and she moaned as a common phrase of this house enters her head “a slut’s beauty should be on display for her Master, walking around nude, available, and **** at home, Master.” Vyki moans as she tries to bend down some to rub her plug against Master’s cock.

“Very good, slut,” Molly complements her as she firmly swats her ass. “Now give your Master a sexy show of that naked ass as you slowly strut to the room while I put a few things away here.”

Vyki yelps from the swat but adheres to his directions as she takes a tentative step on her tired legs, so thankful for her weeks of training in heels, “yes, Master,” as she cocks her hips wide while she swings her legs around. “Something like this, Master,” she says over her should in her best come hither voice with heavy lids feeling her unrestrained breasts and bubbly ass bounce with each step.

Molly shakes her head amazed at how Vyki’s movements just exude sex with ever clicking step. “That’ll do, slut,” Molly says as she collapses the table and bags up the few toys used while she grabs a few other for the bed. Even though the girl was walking slowly, Molly’s elongated looks meant she barely caught up with the girl as she rounded the corner into their bedroom.