to be a cumrag

"You're going to be my personal cumrag. Your purpose in life is to clean up the messes made by me and my practice slut." You say with a gleam in your eye.

You've always had power over women. But what you're about to do to Cathleen is beyond precedent.

Her mouth still open, a look of confusion washes over her face. Her breathing becomes labored, as if she's using the last few working cells in her slut brain to process what's happening.

Annie giggles. Cathleen looks over at her niece. Then at you.

"Did you really think it was going to be you?" You ask her. "You really thought you were going to be my practice destruction slut? When you've brought me a younger, prettier, better slut than you'll ever be."

"I.... I...." she whispers. "I'm a purposeless slut who's found my purpose." her lips trembles, her face is filled with shock, lust and jealousy.

You kneel down and grab Catherine by the hair, pulling her head back hard, so it's looking up at you. "Here. I'll show you why she gets to be my slut... and you get to be my rag."

Then you turn to the younger girl. "Annie kneel." You demand.

She responds immediately, discarding her bikini as she drops to her knees, exposing her little a-cup tits and hard nipples as well as her slick shaved twat. She looks up at you eager. If she had a little tail, it'd be wagging.

Slowly you unbutton your pants and smile at her. "You can't help but be a little slut, can you?" She shrugs playfully. "How many cocks have you sucked in the past 24 hours?"

She shrugs again. "not many... maybe mrphh...." but before she can finish, your hard throbbing member is deep inside her throat. And you don't hold back. Your body tense, your teeth gritted, you skull fuck her with more intense abandon than you can imagine.

And she doesn't resist. Her hands don't push you back. They wrap around you to pull you in. Immediately she starts to gag, spit pouring out of her mouth, down her chin, down her neck. Her eyes water, her nose runs. She sniffles. Her face becomes an instant mess.

You thrust harder.

And her cum lunch comes back up. White semen pours out of her mouth and onto her young body. It's a true filthy disaster.

"More please sir," she whispers with a sniffle.

And you go back to it.

So does she, "gah, gah, gah, gah, eck, eck, eck," and for a second time the dam bursts. She makes no attempt to clean the mess on her face, her body, or your cock. She just goes back for more.

Her soft lips slide up and down and up and down your shaft. You feel the tip of your meat slam against the back of her throat over and over. And when her mouth fills with the semen from her tummy, it's like fucking a juicy melon, that can't help but get everywhere.

Finally after a third time, you pull your manhood from her young face and shoot your jizz onto her pretty blonde hair.

You shake your head with pride. "Now, how many cocks have you sucked?"

"Not many." Annie whispers again. "Like, twenty five or thirty."

You kneel down before her, sizing her up. "How would you like to be completely destroyed? You never have to go back to school, never have to get a job. You'll live here with me. You'll be mine to use as I please."

"And then discard me?" She's still whispering. "That's what you said to my aunt, right?"

You glance over at her aunt, and clear your throat. "Cum rag, let's go." You say.

And without missing a beat she crawls over to her naked niece, and looks over her filthy body. If there's a sense that a line is about to be crossed that can never be uncrossed, she doesn't make it known. She simply gets to cleaning up the petite girl's flesh, running her tongue along every inch of her niece, slurping the mess into her own mouth and swallowing. The more she does, the more she seems to enjoy, as if she's a purposeless slut finding her purpose.

You shrug. Back to your offer. "I'll send you off with more than enough money. More than you know what to do with. You can become a stripper, porn star, go down to Vegas and become a whore."

Annie thinks for a moment. Then she grins a big toothy smile. "Okay but I have one demand. She pulls her aunt's face away from her body, and in a moment that takes you by surprise, spits on it. "I want you to promise me my Aunt Cathleen will never feel joy again."