Keep trying to weird Matt out

Stacy reasons that she may well not be able to last a full 15 minutes of dedicated targeted sexual activity. She can't change the fact that he's allowed to do what he wants to her, so she'll have to go after his dedication.

"That's it, stroke it!" She says in a loud mocking 'pornstar moan'. "Pump my big dick for me, ****!"

Matt scrunches his nose at that. "That's not... ugh."

"Yeah, you love stroking my big fat dick don't you, my little cockslut?" Stacy coos.

"I don't know who you think you're fooling!" Matt chides.

But it's clearly getting to him. So Stacy spends the next few minutes finding every which way under the sun to tell Matt that he's masturbating a futanari penis, even though they both know that what he's really doing is pumping a big dildo in and out of her.

"Yeah bitch, worship my meat!"

"That's it, grip it nice and tight you cock hungry slut!"

"I bet you can't wait to taste my cum!"

"Oh yeah I love my big fucking futa cock!"

Matt finally replies again, trying to turn it back round on her. "If you love futa cock so much, why don't you suck on one yourself?"

Stacy parries the lexical blow and counters. "I would if I could, just like you! A thick, veiny, juicy futa cock between my lips... oh yes please! I'll suck one if you suck one. Oh and in my ass too. I'd love a big hard futa cock in my ass. What about you?"

"I wish I could make you take one of those things in the ass." Matt growls in frustration. His resolve is weakening.

"That can be arranged." It's Stacy's voice. But it's not Stacy. It's a Croupier Stacy. Or to be more precise, two of them, at the exact same time.

"Huh?" Both the real Stacy and Matt are surprised to see the two Stacy copies dressed in croupier uniforms approaching their table.

"Once Matthew discovers the real Stacy..." Stacy 1 begins.

"he is allowed to request help from each of the croupiers he made orgasm." Stacy 2 finishes.

"It would have been the 4th hint you received." Stacy 1 explains.

"But in any case, all you had to do was ask." Stacy 2 says, grinning.

"So, how about it?" Stacy 1 asks.

"Want to get us to double-team her?" Stacy 2 offers.

"Don't worry, we're programmed to only do things that will give her more pleasure than pain." Stacy 1 says reassuringly.

The real Stacy does not feel reassured.

"Um, YES!" Matt sounds really thankful for the idea that he might have the job taken out of his hands and left to the experts.

"Um NO! I don't want to get fucked by my freaky clones!" Stacy shrieks.

"You can tap out at any time." Stacy 1 shrugs, briefly turning towards Stacy.

"But you'll forfeit the game." Stacy 2 adds.

"You'll just have to hope that we cum before you do." Stacy 1 cackles.

"Now, Matthew, out of ten, how roughly should we treat her?" Stacy 2 asks with a sadistic edge to her voice.

"I won't get disqualified if I go too high, will I?" Matt asks cautiously.

"No." Stacy 1 clarifies.

"But if we go too rough, it might take her longer to cum." Stacy 2 offers.

"But who knows, perhaps she'd love a brutal double penetration fuck?" Stacy 1 ponders.

"Only one way to find out..." Stacy 2 says with a wink, her oversized wang dangling menacingly between her legs.