Whore

“What… Wait, are you saying…”

I nodded.

For the first time that night, her expression was turning truly furious.

She held up her hands, as if asking for a minute to process the actual implications.

“So, wait… Let’s stop being cute about this. You want me- You actually want me… to lick my daughter's... pussy? Please tell me you’re not serious.”

Sophie’s cunt flexed nervously on top of my cock. Felt like it had an opinion about this as well.

“Not 'lick'. French kiss. Tongue penetration. For ten seconds.“

“Alright. It’s time for you to shut your damn mouth, kid. You’ve been searching all night for the line I wouldn’t cross. Guess what? You just found it. Keep that fucking envelope. Hell, I’d kick you in the balls right now if I wasn’t afraid of hurting Soph in the process.”

She crossed her arms over her well-developed melons.

She was taking a stance now. Things would get a little more difficult.

“Seriously? You’re giving up a LOT of money for ten seconds of work.”

Immediately, her stance wavered. She knew what I said was true.

The whole thing could be over in a flash.

Who cared that this was her “daughter”? She didn’t even raise the girl… and as far as she knew, it was Sophie’s fault for putting her in this situation.

Jocelyn was now trying to meet Sophie’s eyes, who kept looking away.

Jocelyn had to grab Sophie’s head, to keep her still.

“I won’t do it. Unless… Unless you’re okay with it.”

I was annoyed that I couldn’t truly study Sophie’s broken expression upon hearing those words, sitting here behind her.

Sophie’s choices were either displeasing me, which is not an easy thing do for a +94-subject, or telling her mother it was okay for her to shove her tongue down her freshly fucked hole.

Sophie was taking her sweet time, so I decided to speak up. “I think Sophie-“

“You shut the fuck up,” Jocelyn interrupted with vicious ferocity, and then turned back to her daughter. “This is very, very important Sophie. This is not about what your so-called 'master' wants. This is a very fucked-up, sick line to cross. But… I can get through it. I think I can. Can you? Just say ‘no’, if you can’t, babe.”

Sophie’s head was in a turmoil. She clutched the side of her head and tugged at her hair.

With a weak voice, she said… “n-no. I can’t.”

Huh.

She still dared to defy me.

I’m sure if I ordered her, she’d grit her teeth and get through it.

But her mother managed to actually give her some independence. Sophie knew she had just displeased me. There would be punishments, but she was willing to receive them to avoid doing this.

Jocelyn stood up and gathered her clothes, turning to me. “That’s it then. Keep your damn money.”

Okay then.

Things were starting to unravel and my fun was nearing its end.

Time to bring in the big guns.

“What if I sweeten the deal?”

She scoffed. “Like I said, keep your fuckin' money. I’m not doing that to my babe unless she’s okay with it. I’m not a monster, like you.”

“I think you’ll want to hear the offer anyways.”

She had already pulled her panties back on. “I think I need to get the fuck out of here and forget this shit ever happened.”

“You can’t, though. You’ll remember this night forever… Because it’ll be the reason you can’t orgasm anymore.”

That finally stopped her.

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid. You know very well that I’m the only man in this Universe who can allow you to cum. And unless you finish this thing… You’ll be forever denied.”

The realization slowly dawned on her face.

The magical ability of the app to just make her accept that I was the only man who could make her cum, for whatever reason she justified to herself. All thanks to the orgasm lock.

This tactic wouldn’t work on many people. I felt like 99 percent of people in her situation would still storm out, accept a life without orgasms than submit themselves to such humiliations.

She wasn’t one of them. The woman had serious nympho tendencies.

She was addicted to cumming. Either by herself or whoever she decided to use on a given night.

Taking that pleasure from her was akin to killing her soul.

The weight of my threat hit her hard.

She fell on her knees in front of us.

“You… You wouldn’t do that, right? You… You can’t change the rules of the deal just like that!”

"I'm altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it further."

Felt really happy about getting that line in.

Jocelyn was speechless. Guess I needed to elaborate.

“Listen. So far I’ve been allowing you to cum all your life for without even a ‘thank you’ from you. You've been really selfish, and it's time to pay up.”

She held the sides of her head, as if she couldn’t hold the insane logic of the statement inside her skull.

“But… But I didn’t even know you before tonight… I couldn’t have-“

“Well, now you know me. And because I’m still in a good mood, I’m upping my offer from just the envelope, to also keeping your orgasms. What do you say?”

Jocelyn looked pleadingly up at Sophie.

Sophie wasn’t as confused by the conversation as one could expect her to be. After all, she was also aware that it was me and me alone who controlled her orgasms.

Silently… Sophie nodded to her mother.

There was no need for words between them. None would do.

Jocelyn crawled closer to us, her eyes locked on our still intermingling crotches.

“I… You… You would have to…” Jocelyn said in her quietest voice thus far.

“Oh yeah. Almost forgot.”

Slowly, I began lifting Sophie’s body off my cock.

Her sweaty, moist shell had managed to snatch my cock so thoroughly, that for a moment I thought we’d have to use tools of some kind to separate. But all it needed was a slow circling of her sore clit to let her cunt relax and allow her tense body to unclench me.

Her legs had serious trouble keeping her well-fucked body upright, and she nearly fell on top of her mother.

Jocelyn stared at her daughter’s cunt.

Frankly… it was a sloppy mess. Coated with Sophie’s lovejuices, filled with my creampie.

And the aroma… It must have smelled like the essence of sex. And not of tender lovemaking, but furious fucking.

All in all… A feast. Not a five-star dining experience, but definitely enough to sate your hunger.

She looked up at Sophie, shame and guilt written all over her face.

“I… I have to do this, baby. You understand… right?”

Sophie shed a tear, and nodded. Then she closed her eyes.

“Sophie. Hold your lips open for her. Make this a kiss to remember.”

With trembling hands… Sophie pulled her cuntlips open. (SOPHIE: +2SP) (+96SP)

Even more of my precious babygoo slimed out of her hole, making a disgusting wet sound as it hit the floor in front of Jocelyn’s knees.

Jocelyn’s decidedly less confident eyes searched for me.

I pulled out my phone. “Don’t worry. I’ll start my stopwatch the moment your tongue enters. You’ll know the moment ten seconds are up.”

“Fuck you,” she said in a quiet, defeated voice.

Then she inched closer to her daughter’s crotch… and sank her lips onto it. (JOCELYN: +25SP) (+70SP)

Then, I assume… she stuck her tongue out and began tasting what the combination of me and Sophie’s coupling tasted like.

The cold fact was that I couldn’t see her tongue. Not when she was this locked against her pussy. One of the few ways I could guess she was tongue-fucking her daughter was the way Sophie moaned, jerked so much that Jocelyn had to grip her ass to keep the woman still.

And yeah, there was that massive point-boost as well.

Imagine. Before this day, I had never met this woman. Now she had nearly completely submitted to me, only 30 points away from a full hundred. Naked, on her knees, her tongue inside her daughter.

I should have done this earlier.

The slurping sounds and the taboo moans were like an aphrodisiac. I was quickly at full attention, already cursing myself for not filming this delicious scene for future use.

Then again... Watching some of my white cum dribbling down Jocelyn’s deeply penetrating face was an image that quickly burned into my mind forever.

Only three seconds left. My, how the time flies when you’re having fun.

But this fun scene needed a fun ending.

I got up, and whispered into Sophie’s ear.

“Cum.”

Sophie’s eyes blanked out, as she once again stared into the stars.

Somewhere beneath her, the rest of her soul came out in a form of a massive squirt.

Most of it got into Jocelyn’s mouth, who pulled herself away in panic, coughing at the liquid that had penetrated her lungs.

Even more of the cum that I had previously stuffed inside Sophie came out the same way, covering her mother’s face and mouth in her own juices and my cum.

The nearly comatose Sophie crashed on the floor, on top of her mother, who despite her own humiliations… still tried to catch her.

And there they laid. In a pile of delicious limbs, tits and asses, all from the same genepool.

Jocelyn’s wiped some of the cum from her eyes so that she could shoot a deathglare at me.

I stood above them, my cock held high…

And with one masterful pump… gave them one more coating.

It landed mostly on Sophie’s back, but some got in Jocelyn’s eyes again.

“Go ahead. Take the envelope, you've earned it. Whore.”