threesome

"You're not the only one who deserves to be filled up, you greedy bitch!" Amelie shrieks, shoving Millie aside with surprising strength as she crawls toward your crotch. "My womb was literally designed to house his seed! You're just a fucking asshole worshipper with no real purpose!"

"Oh please, Amelie, you're just mad because your corporate cunt can't handle the real spiritual awakening of a fucked ass!" Millie fires back, her hips grinding against the yoga mat as she scrambles to get behind you. "My hole is a sacred vessel for his cock, and you're just a desperate, overqualified cum bucket!"

"Look at them fight!" Zeus cackles, hovering between their cursing faces. "The Great Schism of the Sluts! Forget lavender and law it's all about who gets the most fucking cum!"

You grab both of them by their hair, yanking their heads back so they're forced to stare at each other while you stand between them, your cock twitching with lethal intent. "Shut up! Both of you!" you roar. "You're not rivals. You're both just fucking property."

The effect is instantaneous. The competitive venom in their eyes melts into a shared, pathetic desperation. "Yes, Master!" they scream in unison, their voices cracking with arousal.

You force them onto the mat together. Amelie is positioned on her back, her legs spread impossibly wide, her face flushed with a desperate need to be claimed. Millie is forced onto her hands and knees directly above her, her ass thrust high in the air, presenting her gaping hole to you while her breasts dangle mere inches from Amelie's face.

"Now," you command, "show me how much you love your son's cock."

You drive into Amelie first, your cock disappearing into her soaking wet cunt with a wet slap. She screams, her back arching off the mat. "YES! FUCK MY BRAIN OUT! MAKE ME FORGET EVERYTHING BUT YOUR COCK!" As you pound her, Millie begins to lick Amelie's face, not out of affection, but out of a perverse, competitive need to participate in your dominance. "Mmm, she tastes like your cum already, Master!" Millie pants, her tongue darting out to catch the stray droplets spilling from Amelie's cunt. "Let me have my turn! Let me feel you stretch me open!"

"Faster, lad! Make them collide!" Zeus urges, pointing at where their bodies press together. "The collision of two desperate whores is the sweetest music in Olympus!"

You shift your rhythm, becoming a human piston. You fuck Amelie with brutal, shallow strokes that make her hips buck uncontrollably, then suddenly plunge deep, bottoming out against her cervix. Every time you withdraw, Millie's mouth is there, eager to catch the evidence of your power. The two women, once fiercely independent and united in their rejection of the masculine, are now a tangled mess of competing orifices, each trying to prove she is the superior slut by how shamelessly she can beg for your seed.

"I'm your favorite, right?" Amelie whimpers, her eyes rolling back as you hit her sweet spot. "I'm your best little legal whore?"

"No, I'm his favorite ass toy!" Millie howls, reaching back to grab your thigh, guiding your cock toward her waiting entrance. "Fuck me next! Ruin my ass like you ruined her!"