A talk with Erica

“Great!” Mr. Johnson pumps his fist in the air. “I love you, Beth!”

“So it’s a deal.” You grin at the man. “But this means she’ll be coming with me to my new house, Andrew.”

Taken aback, Mr. Johnson turns his attention back towards you. “What? Why?”

“Just like the rent, she’ll have to collect my cum with her body,” you explain patiently. “She can of course, come by every day or every week to collect a load- whatever's comfortable for the two of you. But if she lives with me... I'm a very sexually active man.

"Depending on how well she pleases me, she could have my cum with her three meals a day and warm my bed at night."

“I understand,” Bethany answers before her husband can. The promise of wealth seems to move her greatly. "I'll go with you."

“I think you should still take a moment alone to talk,” you say.

Bethany nods. “I’ll let you know what we decide.”

“Please make yourselves at home until then,” Mr. Johnson adds hastily, to ensure you don’t leave.

“I will.” You wink at Erica and she follows you down the hallway, where you immediately start opening random doors.

“She actually looked happy for once,” Erica whispers in your ear, looking around cautiously. “Greedy bitch.”

“You’re one to talk,” you reply, walking into what looks like the bedroom. “You and Mommy are always sopping wet by the time I’m done plowing your throats.”

“That’s because we love you, John. We want to please you.” Slender arms wrap around you from behind, and Erica giggles as she presses her body against you.

“And Bethany will end up the same,” you reply, pushing Erica’s arms away and sitting down on the bed. “She'll want me more than my cum by time she has to leave.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see that bitch tamed,” Erica bites her lip and kneels down in front of you, and her lips twitch at her insult. “She'll learn her place. Just like Melanie did. Like I did,” she marvels, running her hands inwards from your knees, then across your thighs. Once she reaches your fly, she unzips it and allows your throbbing cock to spring out.

She pauses to kiss the root of your cock softly and deeply.

“God, you smell amazing,” she mumbles, blushing as she utters the words.

“I want you to blow me until my new toy gets here. Open wide.”

Erica obeys without question, engulfing your cock with the wet warmth of her mouth. You groan softly as she bobs her head on your lap.

“Don’t forget to lick my balls,” you grunt, and then you proceed take out your phone. There are texts from a two of your friends, Eric and Max, asking you why you haven’t been in touch for the past two weeks.

You’re about to reply when a message from Melanie arrives.

‘I miss you already, baby. I hope you’re taking care of your needs?’

You smile and click on the included image, a picture of her in the kitchen with Greg sitting at the table in the background, smiling at something off screen.

More importantly, your attention is drawn to her chest. Melanie has a bottle of milk, the type used to feed babies, held in her cleavage.

‘I miss you too, Mommy.’

You glance at Erica and grin to yourself, switching to the camera quickly and aiming it at Erica’s face.

“I’m taking a picture for Mommy-slut,” you inform her as you reach forward with your other hand and gently push her head lower onto your cock, urging her to take your cock deeper. “She’s worried I’m not getting my rocks off.”

Erica blinks up at the camera as she loosens her throat as best she can and blinks up at the camera as you her nose is pushed into your pubes and her lips are stretched around the girth. You snap a few shots of her in this state and pull her off your cock before pulling her in one more time so your shiny, spit covered cock is resting across her face.

“You look gorgeous, Erica,” you praise as you take more photos, and she blushes and giggles happily. “What did I ever do to deserve such a perfect cumdump?”

You add two lines of text underneath the photo of Erica:

‘Working on taming a new slut right now. Don't worry about a thing, Mommy-slut. I'll keep my balls drained.’

Her reply arrives in seconds: a photo of her dress pulled over her voluptuous breasts and, unable to withstand the pressure from within, each nipple is leaking milk. Greg is gone from the background, so you he must be the one who took he picture.

_‘I’ll sort things out here and come over soon, Sweetie._ I won’t have some skank knock herself up before you breed me.’

You laugh and toss the phone aside just as the door opens, and Bethany walks into the room.

As she stands there, looking slightly surprised by how ‘at home’ you’re making yourself, you smile back relaxedly.