The one where Sophie gets fucked

Sophie’s eyes focused back to me again.

They looked deliciously confused.

Obviously, this formerly prudish writer was terrified at the thought of fucking me in front of her mother.

But, then again, her pussy was still **** and wanting. It was craving that orgasm I had denied from her earlier.

And… oh yeah. I think I made her pass some “audition” a few days ago, making Lana give her a good test run.

She had been waiting for this one.

Probably not in these circumstances, but a fuck is a fuck.

“Strip and get on top of me, cunt.”

Even if the sensible parts of her wanted to hiss at me for my rude words, her submission and lust had taken control of her. She got up, her chin still coated with my pre-cum, and pulled off her blouse.

Jocelyn pulled her fingers out of her snatch, giving her hole a much needed cooldown.

“HEY! I think- No seriously, this is getting a bit too-“

“Oh yeah?”, I interrupted Jocelyn, “This is the line for you? You don’t mind seeing your daughter servicing my cock, but you have a problem with me giving something back to her? I happen to be a considerate lover, you know. I want both of us to cum.”

Sophie stopped her undressing, and stared at me in surprise.

“You- You’ll make me cum? S-Sir?” she asked, in her most submissive tone yet.

“Only if you do a good job.” I turned back to Jocelyn. “But then again… Apparently this might be too much for some people in the room.”

“Fuck you,” Jocelyn snarked back. “You don’t know half the things I’ve done. Things that would make you blush like a little virgin. But guess what? It’s stuff I WANTED to do. You’re lucky I’m even still here.”

“Yeah. And you might be here all night if I don’t change things up. Clearly the blowjob wasn’t doing it for you.”

“That wasn’t- It’s not like this will- Normally, I would have-“

“Look, let me make things very simple. I’m going to fuck Sophie now. You can be here to finish your part, or not. I don’t care anymore. Sophie, keep undressing.”

Sophie threw one last, **** eye towards Jocelyn, and then turned away.

Off went the trousers, the socks, the panties, the bra.

Jocelyn was still standing there, not moving. Deliberating on her next action.

It was really lucky that I got enough points for an orgasm lock that quickly.

Locking down the orgasms of a woman that sexually active… I practically owned her already.

All I needed to tell her was that it was me who controlled her orgasms from this point on, for the rest of her life. It might take a few minutes, perhaps an hour, at maximum a day. She’d sign any contract to be my willing **** forever.

Right now, though… I had too much fun playing around with her.

She’d cum when I wanted her to cum.

Sophie stood above me.

Her dripping cunt hovering over my massive girth.

She was trembling with anticipation.

She pulled open her lips, ready to finally feel me within her depths.

I seized her by the throat just before my tip penetrated.

A small, muffled gasp.

So helpless.

Nothing like the haughty, arrogant cunt she had been a month ago.

This was truly a well-broken, mindfucked bitch, ready to disgrace herself in front of her mother.

I didn't say anything, just stared at her eyes expectantly.

As the silence grew... She slowly understood the words I wanted to hear.

“M-May I fuck you… sir? P-Please?”

Jocelyn groaned.

Though to be honest with you, it sounded kinda fake. Acted. Something she was “supposed” to do.

Deep down… or maybe not even that deep down… this was making her hot.

It was making me hot as well.

I thought about all the ways I could deliciously tease Sophie. Once again, deny her the cock. I would never grow tired of having this sort of power over someone like her.

She was practically drooling with anticipation.

I decided to go with something simple, something personal to me.

“Who’s a better writer? Me… or you?”

She swallowed, which wasn't easy to do with my hand around her throat.

This was probably the last thing she expected me to ask right now.

But the real dilemma was next. Did I want her to lie to me to please me… or to tell me the truth?

She struggled with that for a few seconds.

“You… you are. Sir,” she said through pained words, settling on the former.

“Tell me how proud you are of your pussy, because it will finally be filled by a great writer.”

Her eyes were getting moist now, and a tear escaped down her cheek.

“I’m so… proud of my pussy… because it will… finally… finally… be filled by a great writer.” (SOPHIE: +1SP) (+94SP)

Another notch of her pride was permanently severed.

Somehow I knew... This moment would write itself into her core being.

“Good girl.”

I eased my grip on her throat... and slowly let her tight, little, hardly used cunt slowly swallow my cock down.

Inch by inch... It went deeper.

It had to be the biggest thing Sophie had ever felt. Each inch her eyes grew wider and more panicked.

But she was too **** to complain. Any pain she felt... she kept it to herself, masking it with sexual moans.

When I was finally all the way inside her, she lifted her head to the ceiling.

An orgasmic moan escaped from her throat.

I didn’t want her resting there, so I gave her ass a hard slap.

SLAP!

She squealed, returning back to her senses.

“Get to work, you mediocre hack. Show me you’re at least good at something.”

Her anger melted as quickly as it appeared. She was beyond committed at this point, and would continue fucking me unless I ordered her not to.

I let her do all the work.

Little by little, she grew accustomed to foreign entity that taken control of her insides.

She squatted up and down me, clenching her hot pussy around my cock like she was hugging it. Like she wanted to squeeze and milk every precious drop out of Little Jack.

It was very slow… but quite heavenly.

Then I realized something.

Jocelyn had been quiet for a good while.

I glanced behind Sophie, seeing what I wanted to see.

The older woman was rubbing her cunt, her eyes running laps around bodies smashing together.

And not that weird power-fingerfucking she was doing earlier. No. This time she looked at the show like she was actually getting into it.

My smirk threw her off her game for a short while, but I’m pretty sure her fingers returned to the action after my face disappeared behind Sophie again.

“Good little cunt… Good little mediocre cunt…” as the woman teased her womb against the head of my cock.

“Shut up… and just fuck me… asshole!”, Sophie suddenly shouted, her rebellious nature coming out as she neared delirium.

SLAP!

Nope, that wasn’t me.

It was Sophie’s own hand, slapping her own face.

For a second I thought she was having a mental breakdown... but then I remembered.

She had that disrespect-lock thingy. The one that made her slap herself if she was about to disrespect me.

I guess it was on a delay because her body was so focused on grinding me.

She leaned closer to me. Her decent-sized breasts smashing against my body as her hips jumped up and down my pelvis.

Her lips sought mine. Desperately nuzzling my lower lip, her eyes closed and craving for intimacy.

I didn’t reciprocate. I had other plans.

While her pumping was heating up, I plopped her roughly off my cock.

Then I turned her body around, and plunged into her sweet pussy again.

The moment Sophie opened her eyes, she realized she was staring straight into the eyes of her masturbating mom.

Both were unable to stop, their feelings too intense.

I was finally ready to explode.

Might as well make that a triple.

“Both of you… cum now!”

I came. My load filling up my little fleshlight all the way to the brim, my leavings so complete that trails of the stuff traveled down Sophie’s well-fucked thighs.

Sophie came. She let out a sound I had never heard before, something that was a collection of all the swear words I had ever heard and **** pleas to deities.

Jocelyn came. And she was the most surprised of the bunch. Hers was a well-practiced moan, as she pulled out her soggy fingers and fell kneeling onto the puddle of her own making.

For a while… All three of us just panted.

That was… fun.

Sophie couldn’t move from my cock, but did everything she could to not look at her mother.

Jocelyn stared at her slimy hand.

She was almost trembling with confusion.

"Your words... how could... Why did it just..."

"Seems like your pussy respected my command. Maybe you're more like Sophie than you think?"

She had no comeback for that. Just an angry glare.

“I want this over with. What’s number three?”, she finally asked.

I smiled.

“French kiss your daughter. For ten seconds. On the lips.”

Sophie was still too blissed out to fully understand the request.

Jocelyn just rolled her eyes.

“I knew it would be something like that, you sick fuck.”

“Hey, you knew the rules-“

“Like I said. Let’s get this over with.”

She got up, grabbed the hair of her exhausted daughter…

"I'm so sorry, babe," she quickly whispered.

And before Sophie knew what was happening, Jocelyn had her tongue inside her mouth. (JOCELYN: +10SP) (+45SP)

It was a wild, wild scene.

Sophie's real mother french kissing her daughter... Both naked, and with my cock still inside Sophie.

It was quickly getting erect again.

Sophie fought the onslaught the little she could, but her mother really held her face in place.

Their sweaty lips smashing on to each other, Jocelyn’s tongue running over each of Sophie’s teeth.

She tried to avoid smashing her tits against her daughter's... but they were way too big for something like that.

She really just went for it.

Like pulling of a plaster, she wanted the pain over and done with.

I barely had time to enjoy the delicious taboo of it all, before it was over.

A trail of saliva ran between them for a few seconds, before Jocelyn let Sophie go and let her face drop.

“There you go. A hot kiss between mother and daughter. Hope that makes you happy, freak. Now give me the envelope or I’ll kick your balls in.”

“Woah, hey. I’m sure I will. It’s just that we had a little miscommunication here.”

She lifted her eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“You see… I didn’t mean those “lips”.”