They have trouble deciding

“So, Gentlemen,” Mable said, taking a seat in between a tired Peter and John on the sofa, “Ready to make a decision?”

Mable was still naked, and crossed her long legs. The cum that the men had earlier coated her face with was cleaned up, replaced with fresh makeup that highlighted her brown eyes and full lips.

“This is a tough decision Mable,” Peter said, reaching for a bottle of water near the sofa with one hand, while the other moved to absentmindedly squeeze one of Mable’s perky tits.

John nodded in agreement, still thinking through the pros and cons of each of the three sluts he and his dad had just sampled while Mable wrapped her fingers around both of his and his dad’s cocks and started stroking.

“Well,” Mable ventured, thinking about how to approach the situation while she gently worked her hands up and down on her clients sticky cocks. “Sometimes it helps to focus just on looks as a first step, then try and rate the girls based on other factors such as submissiveness and general sluttyness. What do you think John?”

“Gee I just don’t know,” the young man said. “I thought Keisha was a great fuck, and Fatima was a real whore, but there was something about Yumi. I feel like I’d really get a kick out of reaming her holes day and night. You know?”

“I certainly do, John,” Mable said with a knowing smile. She turned to Peter. “And how about you. Anyone stand out?”

“I’m in the same boat as my son here. I feel like it’s a toss-up.” Peter grabbed his head, the pressure of having to decide was getting to him. He couldn’t think. He was close to just calling the whole thing off, but was embarrassed at the possibility of again leaving Slut World empty-handed.

“Gosh I really need to take a piss. Is there a bathroom in here?” Peter asked.

“Well that’s your problem right there,” Mable said with a smile, knowing that she needed to keep them in the room if she was going to close the deal. “No way you can think when you need to use a restroom! Here why don’t you just piss down my throat. Ok?”

“Ok” Peter said, still feeling discouraged. “You need to go too son?”

“I guess,” John answered.

Mable moved to her knees. She was good at her job, and knew that she could make the sale if she put just a little more effort into it.

“Great! Trust me you’ll feel better,” she opened her mouth wide, presenting them both with a target.

“Guess she really wants to make a sale, huh Dad,” John chuckled as he aimed a stream of piss into Mable’s eyes. The saleswoman did her best to keep smiling as she swallowed down each time her mouth was filled.

“She’s definitely motivated, son,” Peter responded, when he had a moment of clarity.

He had made his decision.