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Laker Girl update
🕑 Added 2022-05-14 01:00:02 +0000 UTCIt’d been almost an hour since Moon and Sam had both donned strap-ons, and in that time, they’d fucked each other and Tory—mostly Tory—many, many times. Now Tory’s mind was all but gone, as was Sam’s will… she displayed no reluctance to go from domming Tory to being sodomized by Moon, who was surprisingly indefatigable. The hippie girl seemed like she would keep fucking as long as there was a hole to take her cock.
“Is this a good time?” Amanda asked simply, coming into the room while discarding her dressing gown. Underneath it, she wore nothing but her own strap-on. “Moon. Nice to see you. I hope you’ve recovered from our little party of three. I know we were a bit rough with you, but you were just so enthusiastic…”
“I remember, Mrs. L,” Moon said unabashedly, nodding her head while still pumping the daughter’s face up and down on her prick. “I wouldn’t say I’m recovered, exactly… I’m never, ever going to be as tight as I used to be before you took my double anal cherry… but it’s real exciting stuff, living with a gape like that. Now that I know I can take it, I mean.” She grinned like she’d been charmed. “Do you want another go at my butt or do you wanna use Tory too? She is such a crazy-good bitch, Mrs. L!”
“I know, dear. That’s what I wanted to discuss actually.” She nodded to Sam, who pushed her way free of the blowjob she’d been giving and scrambled to her feet. “Tie Tory here to the bed, but leave her right hand free for now. We’ve got a little business to take care of before pleasure.”
Like an automaton, Tory found herself lying spread-eagle on the bed, offering up her limbs to be tied up with the rope Sam kept under the mattress. Moon even helped out. And all the while, Tory kept up her end of the conversation with the mistress of her mistresses—Sam’s mother and what felt like her mother too, in a way.
She wished Amanda were her mother… wished she could give the older woman the taboo thrill of fucking her own family the way Sam could… but maybe she was lucky. Maybe the fact that they weren’t related by blood meant Amanda might consider her a little more safe to fuck. After all, if they got caught fucking, it would be a scandal, but Amanda fucking Sam had to be downright illegal.
Which meant more sex for her, in Tory’s estimation. Though she was sure Sam still got it from her mother at least once a week—maybe just to show her what a real dom could do…
“So what’s the deal, Mistress LaRusso?” Tory asked, playing off of Moon’s own way of referring to the woman they were all bitches to.
“It’s simple,” Amanda promised her, picking up a sheaf of documents from the dresser. Evidently she’d given it to Sam to make its way to Tory sometime earlier—but somehow they’d never gotten around to it. “I’ve got some papers that I want you to sign. One is an employment contract to certify that you’ve been hired as our maid. The other is a renter’s arrangement to say you’re paying for room and board—not much, I promise. Lastly, my husband and I will be entrusted as your legal guardians. You do need care now, don’t you? Big strap-on cocks in your pussy and ass and mouth—right?”
Tory whined and tried to reach for Moon’s strap-on, but already she was bound in three places, the rope holding her down. Why did they need to talk business at a time like this? All she needed was to be fucked, fucked anywhere, especially by that wonderfully monstrous cock Sam had already fucked her with.
Tory knew now that she was meant for fucking, for bottoming, for being sodomized. It was what made her happy. Everything else could wait until she’d had the pleasure of doing her duty.
“Fuck me!” she whimpered. “Fuck me, Moon! Destroy my ass with that big cock!”
“We will,” Amanda assured her. “We’ll all fuck you. Won’t that be fun?”
Tory looked blearily at her mother mistress. Her breath caught in her throat, seeing again the beautiful cock harnessed at her waist—every bit as ready to fuck her as Sam’s was. Through her haze of lust, submission, and need, Tory tried to summon up some perspective on what was happening, but all her brain wanted to tell her was what to do with a big, hard dildo like the ones all her mistresses had for her.
“I want you to be my mommy,” Tory moaned, thrusting her body against the bindings that held her in place. Her toned, lean body shook with need, luscious breasts jiggling on her chest, her curvaceous hips popping upward as she bumped and ground her crotch in an attempt to relieve the pressure there. “I want you to pass me around like your bitch… let Sam fuck me and Moon fuck. They can both fuck my ass, just like Moon got. Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, please!”
Every quaking twist of Tory’s body sent a rivulet of her juices down her naked crotch. Each jerk of her blonde hair left a trail of her saliva behind. Moon grinned at the sight. No matter how much domming she’d done, she remembered how Sam and Amanda had destroyed the anal virgin her, turning her into a sex-wild beast for oh-so-long.
Right now, Tory was the same way. And she’d helped. They’d transformed a self-destructive delinquent into a perfectly obedient nymphomaniac.
“Sign the papers, Tory,” Moon said cheerily, patting Tory’s taut body, petting it lovingly. “We want to keep taking care of you. We want you to be our maid.”
“Yes, that’s what I want,” Tory gasped, arching her body up into Moon’s touch. She was gratified—practically ecstatic—to feel Sam caressing her skin too. Now all she needed was Amanda. “I need to be taken care of so bad. My fat, fuckable ass needs to be taken care of right now!”
“We know that, baby,” Amanda said, standing at the foot of the bed, rubbing her big strap-on against the bottom of Tory’s bound foot. “That’s why we’ve all got these nice strap-ons around our waists. So we can all give you the fucking you deserve. Wasn’t that sweet of us?”
“Oh yes!” Tory panted insanely. She could see, she could feel the monstrously big strap-ons—one in front of her, one behind. It was more than she’d ever thought possible, better than anything she could imagine. “Thank you, Mommy, thank you, Moon! Sam! Please fuck me!”
“Fuck who?” Amanda asked through a sly smile.
“Fuck me—fuck my—fuck your maid!” Tory keened, whipping her hips up and down as if she’d been penetrated… double-penetrated… already. “Fuck your maid with those big dicks! Fuck me good and hard like the maid I am!”
They smiled at her right answer and Tory smiled back at getting the question right. She didn’t feel tired anymore. She felt lust coursing through her, giving her new energy, allowing her all the strength she needed to please these three women she now belonged to. That was all that mattered—being their fuckhole, no matter how much cock they wanted to give her.
Sam climbed up onto the bed and knelt against the pit of the arm that was splayed out, tied to the headboard. Her strap-on brushed against Tory’s red lipstick, drummed against her chin. Tory could’ve turned over and reached for it with her free hand, but she didn’t, squeezing that hand into a denying fist instead. She let Sam rub the wetness of the strap-on into her skin.
“Maybe this isn’t the best time for filling out paperwork,” Amanda allowed, tapping the papers into straightness on the dresser, then setting them down under a makeshift paperweight. “You’re a good girl, Tory. If you want to fuck, we can fuck. I know you’ll obey me later.”
“Yes, mistress, I will, mistress!” Tory gasped out, willingly moving her free hand to the headboard and grabbing hold of one of the steel bars that made it up as tightly as if she were handcuffed to it.
Sam slapped her strap-on against Tory’s pretty face. “Suck my cock good, whore. Suck it like you’re trying to get me to come in your mouth.”
“Yes, please, I want you to come in my mouth!” Tory asked, her voice far from the hardness and acidity it usually possessed. With her eyes sparkling and her heart pounding fast, it was almost the voice of a little girl—wanting a reward that she would try hard to deserve.
“You’ve been a good maid,” Amanda said. “That’s why you’re going to get all of us, right Moon?”
It was her way of asking Moon to join in, asking for permission, but she needn’t have bothered. Moon couldn’t have said no to this if she’d wanted to. “Oh yes, Mrs. L!”
