Chloe begs for your cum.

"I want it, I want it, John". Chloe looks at you desperately. "I want to feel your cum, please, pleaAAaaase." Her lovely tits look so confined in that tank top. You reach forward and tear it apart, freeing her beauties with their tasty dark nipples. She purrs and fondles herself, and you pick up the pace. The voice on the phone has died down a bit, but Chloe keeps talking.

"Ginger, please, I still love you, I just never wanted anything like I wanted this cum before!"

"Sluttier, Chloe. On your tits or in your pussy? A good cumslut knows where she wants it." You sternly instruct her.

"Oh yes, do my tits first! Please cum on my titties so I can lick it up!"

"Louder, Chloe." You **** more of your strength into each thrust, sliding her across the counter on a streak of sweat. She moans loud enough to echo through the house and begs you for more. The pleasure isn't just overriding her revulsion for men, it's overriding her simple dignity. Chloe is drunk on your cock and unashamed of her desperation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! John! Don't stop! Don't stop! Give it to me, John!" At this, you oblige. No sense in holding back. You plan to be here all night. You fuck Chloe senseless as she builds in volume, and you can tell she's never been fucked quite like this. Silicone dicks, it seems, simply don't measure up the same way. In her head, Chloe is obsessing over you, thinking of how many good dicks she must have passed up in her life. Not that those years were wasted, since she had plenty of great orgasms with her lady suitors, but now she has her sights set wider. Maybe men are good enough to fuck, at least if they have a dick like yours.

Scott's daughter looks up at you with gratitude and joy. The muscles in her splayed legs tense up as she feels an orgasm. She's never cum this fast before. She screams in delight, and the moment she stops to take a panting breath, you pull out and baste her chocolate breasts in fresh, hot semen. The phone clicks off as Chloe's girlfriend hangs up in disgust. Chloe follows up on her request, bending her head up and pushing her tits together so the cum drips down towards her tongue.

"How does your first load taste, Chloe?" You pull your shirt off, making it clear that this is only Round 1, and she sucks a dollop from her finger. For her, this bitter cum is like sweet creme brulee, an indulgent dessert that she's about to have way too much of.

"Mmm, yummy. Can I have more, John?"

"Call me Daddy, and I'll give you as much as you want."