Yes . . .*

“OK, fucktoy, it’s time for you to give up your cunt,” I growl. I grab Holly’s thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. She whimpers in excitement. I pierce her sex with two fingers to find her drenched and surprisingly tight. I suck off my fingers as I replace them with my knob. Holly looks at me with wide doe eyes full of lustful anticipation.

I slam my cock to the balls in Holly’s tight, wet tunnel, pounding her mercilessly from the very first thrust. She’s even tighter than I realized; I can feel her cunt fighting me most of the way in. A mindless scream tears from her throat as she cums violently on my thundering prick. When her scream dies away, Cristiana leans in to flick her tongue up and down across Holly’s nipple.

Cristiana captures the nipple with her lips and suckles like a hungry baby. Holly’s eyes roll back in her head and she groans. “How the fuck does such a well-used cumdumpster have such a tight fucking cunt?” I growl. “Does your husband only fuck you with his pinky? Have you been screwing your daughter’s pencil-dicked boyfriends?”

“Yes,” Holly moans.

Cristiana’s head snaps up and her eyes blaze. “What the fuck, Holly?! Really?”

“They weren’t any good,” Holly says huskily. “They were all terrible fucks.”

“Yeah, but they were still my boyfriends!” Cristiana snaps.

“And you dumped them . . .” Holly murmurs. Cristiana just splutters.

“You have got to be the most depraved little fucking tramp I’ve ever met,” I say roughly. “You’re a shameless cockwhore who deserves to be used as a dirty fuckrag. Come here, Cristiana.”

Cristiana, looking disgruntled, gets off the bed. “Put your ear close to my mouth,” I say. I keep jackhammering Holly’s tight box as I whisper my idea into Cristiana’s ear. Her face glows with lustful delight. “Now put that awesome tongue to work cleaning her dirty little clit,” I tell her. She complies eagerly, tongue-lashing her stepmother’s pearl while I piledrive Holly’s cunt.

“You’re at my mercy, slut,” I growl. “I’m gonna hammer your little whore cunt until I’m ready to stop and there’s nothing you can do about it. I own this cunt. You’re my filthy little fuckslave now, you understand?”

“Yes—yes—yes—” Holly gasps.

“I will fuck this tight sluthole whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want, for as long as I want, are we clear?” _Given the number of available pussies in this building, that won't be often, but we don't need to be clear on that, now do we?_

“Yes . . .” she moans. “So fucking—good . . .”

“You will call me ‘Master,’ slut,” I inform her. “If I walk into this apartment while you’re hosting a dinner party and say, ‘Take off your panties and bend over, fucktoy,’ you will take off your panties, bend over, and spread that whore pussy wide so I can fuck you right into the hors d’oeuvres. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes—yes—yes—please—” Holly groans.

“Yes what, fucktoy?”

“Yes, master,” she mewls, her voice frantic with lust. “So hot—oh fuck that would be so fucking hot—so close—so close—” She arches her neck, and I can feel her climax coming.

I look down at Cristiana and wink.