"Because you love it, that’s why." Alison tried to protest the answer to her question, but she could tell by the tone of Davenport’s voice that her Handler was serious. She also had a mouth full, so responding was near impossible. Davenport was distracting her and the heavyset man with the wide cock had been getting frustrated. His response was to grab the forty-two-year-old woman's dyed blonde hair and shove in hard. "Su...

It had been a few days since the humiliating and mind-blowingly orgasmic incident on the couch with her daughter. After the pussy eating, Cedric fucked Alison’s ass and had Emily clean it out. The filthy things the upright mother had done for her Handler, Davenport, never created as much guilt as her instant submission to her daughter’s sex. Davenport had left with a promise to schedule them both for whoring later in the...

The text was simple and left no room for confusion: Thursday 12 noon. Both of you, extra pay Before her mom could protest or object, Emily had cheerfully responded to Davenport. (Thumbs up) absolutely Mom-whore and I will be there. Alison was still on the floor leaning against her daughter’s bed, clutching her T-shirt across her body. It was as if nudity suddenly felt wrong. “Em, you should not have done that…” she said q...

This was a phone call that Alison did not want to answer. It was the third time that Davenport had called. She could not avoid him all day… Like yesterday. She was starting to truly question her sanity. Six months into being a part-time prostitute was bad enough. Three months into being the mother of a prostitute working for the same person was even worse. She had these days where she just hoped he would never call back a...

“Yass! Oh god, right theh-!” Emily’s breath caught as the third orgasm of the afternoon ripped through her body. On her hands and knees, she gripped the bedsheets, her head pushed into the crotch below her on an expensive pillow. She was sure she was leaking excessive pussy juice on the redhead woman’s face, but she didn’t care. After all, her mom’s friend was a total submissive slut. Alison’s voice was ragged, “Yes Gwen!...

Panic-level heart rates can have a way of blinding us. Our body fills with the roar of fear until we cannot see nor hear clearly. Unfortunately, Alison saw with intense clarity. She had completely stopped sucking the cock that was still sitting in her mouth. The sight of her slutty daughter pleasing her own daddy’s cock made her feel like she could win worst mother ever. Ronny’s cock thrusting in her mouth snapped her out...