I tapped the woman as she walked with her husband, moving further away from me. My fingers typed: Get naked and fall on your hands and knees then beg Black Stud One to fuck you hard before Cuckold One.
“Ooh, that’s hot,” Mom purred, watching my screen with enthusiasm.
Head over to Hot Wife One and fuck her before Cuckold one, I typed on the guy. Pound Hot Wife One hard.
“Now let’s get the husband in on it,” Mom said and started typing on her phone.
I didn’t see what Mom typed but as the hot wife began stripping off her clothing to our left, her husband stopped gaping in shock and then said, “Is there a real man here to fuck my wife?”
“Mom,” I said, my pussy clenching. “That’s so hot.”
The Black stud was sauntering up, passing us. He was tall and swanky. If I wasn’t Daddy’s slut, I’d be so wet for the guy. He was undoing the fly of his pants, so ready to fuck her as the people in the mall all stopped. They watched the hot wife stripping naked fast. Her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders as she stripped off her bra and bared her large breasts.
Mom let out a coo of delight as the hot wife dropped her panties last. She stepped out of them, her ass plump and delicious. The woman fell to her hands and knees just like I had ordered her to. Her breasts swayed beneath her body. She wiggled her rump at the approaching black guy while Mom was still typing at her phone.
“Are you going to fuck my wife?” the husband asked. He was already unzipping his fly. “She needs it. She needs a big, Black dick to fuck her hard.”
“Yes,” the woman moaned. “Ooh, just ram that in me. I’m so wet for you. I need it.”
“Dayum,” the Black guy said, whipping out an impressive ebony shaft.
The woman gasped, her eyes so wide. I grinned, my pussy clenching. This was live-action porn that we were creating. Testing the device at the Courland Mall was such a great idea. The cell phones only made them that much more interesting to use.
“Now, who should we get to eat us out?” Mom asked with this throaty purr. “It’s fun shopping for pussy with you.” She bumped her hip into mine. “We haven’t done this in a while.”
“Shopping?” I asked, my fingers already moving. “Because we’ve never gone shopping for pussy together.”
“True.” Mom gave a wicked giggle. “What are you doing.”
I tapped the enter button and a black-haired cutie darted over to my mom. The girl fell to her knees and grabbed Mom’s skirt. The cutie lifted it up while moaning, “Can I eat your pussy? I bet it’s so yummy.”
“Eat away,” Mom moaned as she was typing on her own phone.
“Well, hey,” a Hispanic girl said, breaking away from the group of people watching the Black guy lining up his dick at the hot wife’s cunt. “You need your pussy eaten?”
On my phone, she was labeled Hot Pussy Licker. Her tongue flicked across her lips as I said, “Yes!”
“Good,” the girl moaned. “I suddenly love eating pussy. Like it must be the best thing in the world to eat. I want to lick them all. Starting with yours, Dusk.”
“Then get started,” I moaned, my cunt clenching.
“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband said, stroking his cock while his wife’s tits heaved.
The Black guy fucked her hard from behind. He rammed his dick into her married pussy with powerful strokes. HE buried into her again and again, his crotch spanking her ass. Her flesh rippled as she moaned and gasped.
“Yes, yes, this is such a big dick!” she moaned. “Oh, George, watch him fuck me! He’s pounding me so hard!”
The Hispanic cutie shoved up my jean skirt and groaned at the sight of my pussy. I didn’t stare down at her, my eyes instead locked on the live porn that was going on. The people of the mall were watching the sight, whispering, muttering, gaping at the cuckolding act going on before them.
“¡Mierda!” moaned the Hispanic cutie. Then she buried her face into my pussy. She licked with such hunger.
“Yes,” Mom moaned beside me, her free hand holding the back of the black-haired girl’s head and holding her in place. “That’s it. Ooh, you’re doing wonderful.”
“So are you,” I panted as the Hispanic girl’s tongue fluttered over my pussy. She licked and lapped at me.
I adjusted my glasses slipping down my nose, my breasts rising and falling at the delight she stirred through me. Her tongue dragged through my folds. The feel of it sent such a heady thrill through me. My toes curled. My cunt clenched. I undulated my hips, grinding my furred muff on her face.
Her tongue danced through my pussy lips. She ate me with passion as I watched the Black stud pounding the wife. Her pale breasts swayed back and forth from the force of his strokes. He fucked her without restraint, just pounding her like a hot wife slut.
“Yes, yes, pound my wife,” the husband moaned. He stroked his little dick. “Christine, how is it?”
“Amazing!” the woman groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so much bigger than you. He’s stretching me out. Yes, yes! Pound me!”
The Black stud grabbed her hips and did that. He slammed that dick into her pussy. Heat washed through me as I reveled in the live porn my mother and I created. And in the delight caused by the naughty slut licking at my cunt and driving me wild.
Her tongue brushed my clit. Her hands grabbed my ass. I groaned as she danced her tongue around my bud. Then she sucked on it for a moment. My cunt clenched. The wave of pleasure that washed through me was amazing.
I stared at my phone, then I ***********ed all the dots around the couple. The watchers. The phone was so much easier to use than Dad’s old system. When I had them all ***********ed, I typed, Cheer on Hot Wife One and Black Stud One.
Instantly, the whoops and hollers began. “Fuck that slut!” a guy shouted. “Just fuck her hard.”
“Take that dick!” a woman moaned.
“You’re doing great! Just taking that big cock!”
“Pound her!”
“Ooh, you two are so hot! Keep at it!”
Mom laughed in delight, her hand holding the black-haired girl tight to her pussy. “Dusk, you are such a wonderful daughter. Mmm, we think alike.”
“Because we’re both horny sluts?” I asked her, my pussy melting around the Hispanic girl’s tongue burying into my depths. She stirred me up, sending ripples of delight through my body.
“Yes, we are.” Mom glanced at me. “Mmm, and look at you, just grinding that cunt on that hottie’s mouth.”
“And you’re not?”
Mom’s laugh turned into a groan. “Oh, yes, she’s good. She’s got that tongue dancing around in my cunt. She’s just so hungry for my mommy-cunt. Mmm, I love it.”
I smiled at her. Then, to my delight, Mom let go of the girl’s head and took my free hand. We held each other tight as we enjoyed our sluts devouring us. My orgasm built as I squeezed my mom’s hand, the pleasure swelling in me.
The Hispanic girl moaned and whimpered as she devoured my cunt. She was having so much fun doing it. Her tongue danced in circles inside of me while her digits clenched at my ass, just gripping my cheeks hard.
“Finger my asshole,” I moaned. “Jam those digits into me.”
“Yes,” the girl moaned, her fingers dipping into my butt-crack. “Ooh, your pussy tastes so good. I love it. I love pussy!”
“Yeah, you do,” Mom groaned, squeezing my hand. Then she looked down. “And so do you, cutie. Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”
“Good,” the girl groaned.
I glanced over at the Black stud. He gripped the woman’s tits now, squeezing them. The husband was stroking his cock while the crowd clapped and cheered his wife on. They were all whooping in delight. Some of the watching ladies were bouncing with excitement. Guys were adjusting hardons. I smiled at the wicked sight.
The Hispanic girl’s fingers found my asshole. She stroked my naughty backdoor. Pleasure rippled through me. Then she pressed her middle digit against my anal ring. It spread wide. I shuddered as my asshole swallowed her digit. She penetrated into my naughty sheath.
She pumped her finger in and out of my asshole. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned at the delight rushing through my body. My bowels clenched on that delightful digit pumping in and out of my backdoor.
“Yes!” Mom moaned. “Ooh, I’m going to cum on that mouth.” Her hand clenched down on hard on mine. “Dusk, Dusk, you chose such a good girl.”
“So did you, Mom!” I panted. “Ooh, she’s got her finger ramming into my asshole. She’s going to make me scream my head off.”
“Good!”
My orgasm was building and building. My cunt clenched as the Hispanic girl jammed a second finger into my asshole. She stretched out my naughty backdoor. The velvety friction melted to my cunt being so wonderfully plundered by her tongue.
Then the husband groaned. He fired off his cum that splashed his wife on the face. She reveled in it. The crowd cheered louder. Then the wife threw back her head. Her orgasmic moans were lost to the crowd’s enthusiasm, but it was clear pussy juices were squirting down her thighs.
“Fuck!” the Black stud roared, cutting over the crowd. He buried into her. Didn’t pull back.
“He’s cumming in her!” I moaned as the crowd’s excitement reached a feverish pitch.
The hot wife tossed her head, face twisting in rapture as the Black stud flooded her married pussy with his seed. The cuckold watched with excitement on his features. My pussy clenched and my asshole clutched on those naughty fingers.
The Hispanic slut sucked on my clit.
“Oh, my god, yes!” I gasped and exploded.
My pussy convulsed as the waves of wild rapture rushed out of me. Juices gushed out, bathing the girl’s mouth. I squeezed down hard on my mother’s hand as the pleasure surged throughout my body. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse.
The girl devoured my pussy cream. She licked it all up. I shuddered, grinding my pussy on her face as the pleasure drowned my mind. The waves of ecstasy swept hot out of my cunt. My asshole writhed around her fingers.
“Ooh, ooh, yes!” Mom gasped. “That’s it. That’s fucking it. Drink that pussy cream!”
Mom and I were both cumming as the Black guy pulled his cock out of the naked hot wife’s pussy. He stood up, his dick dripping with pussy juices. I shuddered, hitting that wild peak of my orgasm.
Mom released my hand and then she tapped the phone. “Who else wants to fuck my wife?” the cuckold moaned. “She needs more dick.”
“Yes, yes,” the hot wife gasped. “I need more. Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”
I glanced down. I still had the crowd ***********ed. Men line up to fuck Hot Wife One’s pussy and women line up to have Hot Wife One eat your pussy. Then I ***********ed Hot Wife One. Eat all pussies and fuck all cocks that line up for your service.
ENTER!
“You naughty slut, Dusk,” Mom moaned. Then she typed something.
“Yes, yes, line up to fuck my wife and get your pussies eaten out,” the cuckold moaned while the man and women watching did just that.
I burst into giggles as the Hispanic slut lapped at my pussy, still needing to eat me out. I glanced at Mom. “Swap pussy lickers?”
She winked at me.
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Vivian Bailey
I glanced at Britney, my girlfriend, then I ***********ed her dot on the screen of my phone. My pussy clenched as I mind-controlled my girlfriend. Britney thinks of the mall like school and dress accordingly.
A shiver ran through Britney as the petite, eighteen-year-old cutie started pulling off her blouse. “This place feels so comfortable,” she said. “I can’t wear my clothes here. It’s like at school.”
“That’s right,” I said, going to the all command to add a new directive to broadcast throughout the mall. It was identical to the one at my college for all ladies to lust after my girlfriend’s naked body while knowing that she was mine.
A hot shudder rushed through me.
I was so glad Mr. Michaels mind-controlled me into helping him with this device. I had a harem of sluts at my college, my cute girlfriend, and all the fun I could want. It was intoxicating to control people and get them to do whatever I wanted.
Britney’s small breasts came into view. Little mounds that had just a slight jiggle to them. Her freckled face had such a look of joy on them as passing girls started staring at her body and making purring sounds. Their lust was obvious, and so was their jealousy that Britney was mine.
My pussy clenched.
I pushed up my glasses as Britney tugged off her skirt revealing a pair of schoolgirl panties. White with lace around the waistband. I loved those panties on her. I licked my lips, remembering the first time that I had gone down on her. How scared we had both been and how excited we’d been to make love for the first time.
She had drenched me with pussy cream.
She peeled down her panties, working them over her legs. I shuddered as she bent over, thrusting her cute rump at me. Her brown-furred muff peeked between her thighs, covered in that light down of hair. I licked my lips, wanting to eat some hair pie right now.
But I resisted.
My girlfriend collected her clothing into a neat bundle and then managed to stuff them into her purse. She stood up, wearing just her shoes and showing not a hint of shame or self-consciousness at being naked before the strangers of the mall.
“So, who’d you like to fuck?” I asked her, gazing out at the passing crowd. There were dots on my phone, most of them labeled with the six-digit hexadecimal codes that the device randomly assigned to every new person that entered its radius.
Suddenly, one became labeled as Cute Twin One. I glanced up to see a girl walking with her identical sister. Both had black hair and were wearing hip-hugging jeans. Young women, eighteen or nineteen. Their blouses were different, and they wore their hair differently, but those faces were mirrors of each other. Dainty cheekbones and plump lips.
The second girl became Cute Twin Two as Britney typed away on her phone. She tapped the screen.
The twins turned to each other and kissed with mad hunger. I smiled at the sight. This was hot. They were grabbing each other’s asses through their jeans. Their tongues were dancing. Their identical breasts pressed together.
A few guys stopped and nudged each other with elbows as they watched the sight. I grinned. This was hot. My pussy was on fire. My cunt melting and dripping juices down my thighs. My girlfriend had such a wicked and perverse delight.
“That is hot,” I moaned. “Mmm, twincest.”
“Right?” Britney said. “Now, who should we enjoy while we watch them…” Her words trailed off.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s my mom,” she said, glancing down the mall.
I looked past the stores—a Lady Footlocker, a health and beauty boutique, a Spencer’s Gift, a Gamespot, and the Gap—to see Mr. and Mrs. Morris walking down the mall’s hallway. They looked to be shopping, Mr. Morris holding a shopping bag.
“I didn’t know they were here,” my girlfriend said.
I smiled and grabbed my phone. Those two dots belonging to her parents became Mr. Morris and Mrs. Morris. I shuddered and then ***********ed her father and started typing my commands as fast as I could. I hit enter on him then switched to Mrs. Morris. My pussy melted as Britney stared at me.
“What are you doing to my parents?” she asked as they were now heading over to us.
“You’ll see,” I said, my pussy clenching. I shifted my purse, full of something just wonderfully delicious that Mrs. Michaels had gotten for me. She was such a wonderful woman.
The Morrises stopped before us. My girlfriend’s parents didn’t bat an eye at her naked body, though her mother did look at her daughter with interest. With the Incest Protocol running in the mall, that wasn’t surprising.
“You have to eat our daughter’s pussy,” Mr. Morris said and began unbuttoning his wife’s blouse.
Britney gasped. “Oh, wow, Vivian, really? That’s so hot. You’re amazing!”
“I know,” I said.
“You just have to devour our daughter,” the father continued as he undid his wife’s blouse. He opened it to reveal her large breasts held in a gray bra. Mrs. Morris was stacked. A MILF with dark-brown hair.
My pussy clenched. I pushed up my glasses.
He dropped his wife’s blouse and then reached behind her to undo her bra. I licked my lips, loving every minute of this. It was so wicked and depraved. I loved the power the mind control device gave me. I groaned as the woman’s big and lush breasts came into sight.
“Oh, Mom,” groaned Britney, sounding just as excited as I was to see those boobies. “Wow.”
“Yours are cute,” I said, nudging my girlfriend.
“But…” She stared in envy at those big and lush pair while her father fell to his knees and unzipped her mother’s pants. They were a pair of khakis that housewives liked to wear. Nothing sexy at all. Which was a shame.
Mrs. Morris was sexy.
My pussy dripped juices. They soaked my bush. Already, the faint scent of my sweet musk permeated the air. And tinged beneath it was the familiar, and delicious, aroma of my girlfriend’s twat. She was getting wet for her mommy.
Wonderful.
Mrs. Morris wore a pair of gray panties with a high cut to them. Her husband finished pulling off her pants then he slid his hands up and grabbed his wife’s panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, following my commands.
I smiled, loving this phone. I typed in the next series of commands and tapped the screen as Mrs. Morris’s dark-brown bush came into view. She had a thick tangle of pubic hair. Already, drops of juices were appearing as the stared at her daughter with such lust.
“You have to eat our daughter out,” moaned Mr. Morris. “She needs it. Please, please, Christina, devour our daughter.”
“Oh, yes, eat your daughter’s cunt,” I moaned, my cunt on fire.
“I suppose I have to,” Mrs. Morris said, her eyes locked on Britney’s brown-furred muff. “She looks so wet.”
“Yes, she does,” I said.
Mrs. Morris fell to her knees. She grabbed her daughter’s hips and pulled her close. I watched that magical moment of incest blossom before me. Mrs. Morris nuzzled her face into her daughter’s cunt and licked at her pussy. She fluttered her tongue up and down, caressing her daughter’s twat with a hungry flutter.
I loved this app I’d rewritten.
She licked and lapped at her. She caressed at her daughter’s pussy with that hungry tongue. It was so hot to watch. I smiled, a shiver running through me at the hot sight of the hot mom eating her daughter’s pussy. Mrs. Morris’s hands slid around and grabbed Britney’s cute rump, pulling her daughter’s pussy tighter against her face.
Britney loved it.
“Mommy!” she gasped. “Oh, Mommy, eat my lezzie pussy. Mmm, I’m gay, Mommy, and you love my cunt, don’t you.”
“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned. She fluttered her tongue up and down that slit. “Oh, god, I do.”
“My wife needs to be fucked,” panted Mr. Morris. He glanced at me. “But it wouldn’t be right. My daughter’s a lesbian. I can’t fuck my wife right now. You have to do it, Vivian.”
“Me?” I asked, feigning shock as my mind-control *********** played out. My fantasy I’d engineered and brought to life. I had masturbated to this before. To Mr. Morris begging me to fuck his wife. She’s such a hot woman.
“With a strap-on!” groaned Mr. Morris. “You have to do it, Vivian.”
“Yes, yes, you have to fuck my mom!” moaned Britney, her small titties jiggling. Such joy crossed her face. “Mom’s eating me with such passion, but she needs to cum, too.”
“Okay,” I said. “I suppose I can.” I shivered, my pussy on fire. I thrust my purse out at Mr. Morris. “Hold that.”
He did, a big grin on his face.
I stripped naked fast. I pulled off my blouse and skirt, revealing my naked body beneath. I adjusted my glasses, my short, black hair swaying about my face. I didn’t mind being naked. This mall was under the power of the device.
As I stripped, Mrs. Morris devoured her daughter’s pussy. Britney grinned, looking like she was in heaven. Her hips undulated, grinding her brown-furred muff on her mother’s hungry mouth. I shuddered before I opened my purse and pulled out the strap-on I borrowed from Mrs. Michaels. It was a flesh dildo on a harness of black vinyl.
I stepped into it, staring at Mrs. Morris’s curvy rump as she feasted on her daughter. The people in the mall streamed by us, some watching us with more interest than others, especially the girls lusting after my Britney.
“Thank you, Vivian,” moaned Mr. Morris. “Fuck my wife good and hard. She needs it. Look at her eating our daughter. She loves the taste of Britney’s pussy.”
“I do,” Mrs. Morris moaned into her daughter’s snatch.
I smiled and then I fell to my knees. My breasts jiggled. I pressed the fake cock into her bush. Those dark-brown curls swallowed the fleshy tip. The rubbery base pressed on my clit as I nuzzled it into her cunt.
I found the entrance to her twat and thrust.
I rammed the dick hard into her pussy. I buried it in with powerful plunges. I rammed to the hilt in her cunt. My pussy clenched as the heat rushed through me. This amazing passion that would consume me. I shuddered, smiling in delight at the pleasure bubbling through me.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned as I fucked my girlfriend’s mother. My hands grabbed her hips. I drove my cock into the mind-controlled MILF’s cunt.
She moaned into Britney’s pussy. Such joy burst to life across her face. She gripped her mother’s hair, pulling the MILF’s face into that yummy twat. I smiled, my small breasts jiggling. My glasses slipped on my face as I thrust my dildo over and over into Mrs. Morris’s cunt.
My crotch smacked into her plump rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The heat boiled out of my cunt with every thrust into the MILF’s twat. I pounded her hard while her husband watched.
“That’s it,” Mr. Morris groaned. “Fuck my wife. Yes, yes, just pound her.”
“Pound her, Vivian!” moaned Britney. “Yes, yes, just pound her hard. Fuck my mother while she… she… Oh, she’s eating my cunt! She’s devouring me, Vivian! I’m going to cum on my mother’s face!”
“Good!” I panted and slid my hands up Mrs. Morris’s body. I grabbed her big boobs and squeezed them. I held on tight as I drove my dildo into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. “Cum so hard on your mother!”
My dildo plunged into Mrs. Morris with powerful strokes. She groaned as I fucked her. My fingers kneaded her big and soft breasts. They were so much fun to play with. My glasses slipped on my nose as I thrust away.
People watched our naughty fun. I savored our lesbian threesome being seen by the world. The mind control device was so freeing. Despite being under its thrall myself, I felt liberated. I reveled in it as I fuck this hot MILF.
“Yes, yes, Vivian,” moaned Mrs. Norris. “Ooh, yes, you’re stirring up my pussy.”
“Fucking my mom hard!” Britney moaned. Her green eyes sparkled. Her freckled cheeks held a rosy glow. “Ooh, yes, and Mom, that’s nice. I love what you’re doing with your tongue.”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned. She fluttered her tongue around in slow circles. She caressed over my flesh. The heat swelled through me.
I squeezed those big boobs as I slammed my hips forward. My clit burst with pleasure. I loved using a strap-on. It was invigorating fucking a woman with it. Just pounding her hard with my strap-on. My pussy clenched each time I drove into Mrs. Morris’s married twat.
She moaned. Her hips bucked back into me. She devoured her daughter’s cunt as I brought her closer and closer to cumming. My fingers kneaded up her big tits to find her fat nipples. I pinched them. Twisted and twerked them.
She groaned as I did that. I tugged on them. I stretched them out. The heat rushed through my body. I fucked her with passion. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her pussy. I buried hard and fast into her. I slammed my hips to the hilt in her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to cum on my dildo, aren’t you, Mrs. Morris?”
“Mmm, yes,” Mrs. Morris moaned. “That’s so good.”
“Fuck my mom until she cums!” gasped Britney. “Because… Because… Yes!”
Britney bucked through her orgasm. My girlfriend threw back her head. Her brown hair danced. Her small titties had such a cute amount of jiggle to them. I watched them as I drove my hips forward, burying the dildo into her mother’s pussy.
Mrs. Morris moaned as she drank her daughter’s incestuous pussy juices. This wicked rush shot through me. It was so hot to create this situation. My cunt was on fire. My pussy melted, juices dribbling down my thighs as I fucked my hips forward. I buried hard and fast into the mother’s cunt, my clit throbbing, drinking in friction.
My orgasm swelled.
“You made our daughter cum,” Mr. Morris groaned. “Christina, you made our little girl explode.”
“Yes!” moaned Mrs. Morris as she bucked back into my strokes. “Oh, this is great. Amazing! Yes!”
I slammed to the hilt in her. She gasped. Her pussy juices gushed out around the dildo and bathed my crotch with her passion. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight of her splashing my pussy with hot juices. I buried into her, my clit bursting with sparks.
I joined her.
“Mrs. Morris!” I howled.
“Yes, yes, cum!” Britney moaned, still shuddering through her own orgasm.
“I’m cumming!” Mrs. Morris moaned. “Oh, yes, I’m cumming.”
“That’s wonderful, honey!” Mr. Morris panted.
I plunged my dildo into his wife’s cunt with hard strokes. My head threw back. The pleasure burst through my body. My cunt writhed and spasmed, juices gushing down my thighs. I trembled through my rapture. I whimpered, stars bursting across my vision.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, waves of rapture rushing through my body. “Oh, that’s wonderful. That’s amazing. Ooh, your pussy is going wild about my dildo!”
“Uh-huh!” the MILF moaned, rubbing her face into her daughter’s pussy. “Mmm, so good.”
“It is,” whimpered Britney, her pleasure passed.
Mine was just hitting that crescendo. I swayed there, the waves of bliss rushing through my body. The stars danced before my eyes. I groaned, my head swaying from side to side as I savored every moment of this rapturous delight. My head swayed as my pussy gushed juices that flooded hot down my thighs.
It was incredible to feel. To enjoy. I whimpered through the bliss. The delight of my orgasmic rapture. I hovered there, gripping Mrs. Morris’s nipples. I twisted them as I hit the pinnacle of my bliss and then descended.
“Oh, yes, this is a wonderful test,” I moaned.
“Uh-huh,” panted Britney. “Ooh, Mommy, that’s amazing. Where’s my phone. I have to make sure Mom will always lick my pussy.”
“Mmm, yes,” I purred, buzzing with euphoria.
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June “Junebug” Michaels
Hunky Daddy lifts Sexy Daughter skirt, drop her panties, and fuck her hard because she needs your cock and cum in her, I typed on my phone as I stared out at the father walking with his daughter. He was a handsome guy, and his daughter was cute, eighteen like me.
I tapped the screen.
Sexy Daughter needs Hunky Daddy to fuck you all the time and cum in you as much as you can get because Sexy Daughter needs to be bred by Hunky Daddy
TAP!
“What are you up to, Junebug?” Daddy asked. We had just emerged from the sporting goods store where we had fun in the backroom.
“Nothing, Daddy,” I said with a mischievous tone. Hunky Daddy and Sexy Daughter came together. He lifted his daughter’s skirt and then started tugging down her panties.
Daddy glanced at me and shook his head. “Playing.”
“Yep!” My pigtails danced around my naked shoulders. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed. Neither had Daddy. “Ooh, ooh, they go to our school.” Daddy taught at my college. “They’re brother and sister.”
Jake and Evette Thompson were walking by, though the brother and sister weren’t really paying attention to each other. I changed their dots’ names and started typing. First Evette looked up from her phone and moaned, “I need my brother to fuck my pussy right here!” Then she fell to her knees. “Fuck me, bro!”
“Shit!” Jake said while I kept typing at my phone’s keyboard. Then I finished and he panted, “I’ll fuck you so hard, sis. I’ll breed you.”
“There,” I said in satisfaction as he began unzipping his fly.
To the left, Hunky Dad had his daughter pinned to the wall and drilling his cock into her young and fertile pussy. Her panties hung off her left ankle as she moaned, “Breed me, Daddy! Give me your seed and breed me.”
“Damn,” my daddy groaned. “You are just like your mother.”
“Cute and adorable?” I asked.
Then I spotted another girl. She was petite like me. I knew daddy liked them young. It was why Mom made sure she stayed slender and petite and would dress to look young and playful. This girl was Asian, maybe Japanese or Korean, with a round face and delicate, porcelain features. I smiled and darted up to her, typing on my phone as I did.
Japanese Cutie begs Dean Michaels to breed you and then do whatever he and June Michaels says
I did not tap the screen, though. “Hi,” I said brightly. “I’m June. What’s your name?”
“Sakura,” she said without hesitation. “Uh, did you need something?”
“That’s my daddy!” I pointed to him. My daddy was a tall man, had glasses and dark hair and was so sexy. “Do you want him to breed you?”
“What?” the girl gasped. “What sort of question is that?”
“I think it’s a great one,” I said and tapped the screen, sending out the command. “Do you want him to breed you?”
“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned and shuddered. “I do. I want him to breed me so much.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” The girl bit her lip. “But he’s just so sexy. Do you think he’ll breed me? I need him to breed me. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” I asked. “Kiss me.”
The Japanese girl did. Sakura turned and planted a hot kiss right on my mouth. Her tongue thrust past my lips and fluttered around in me. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue dancing through my mouth. This was so exciting.
I shivered, so wanting to do wicked things with her, my tongue dancing in her mouth. My pussy was on fire. This would be so hot. We would get up to such kinky and naughty things together. I couldn’t wait for all the fun to begin.
“Well,” Daddy said, his phone in his hand, “there’s a mattress store right over here.”
“Hello, sir,” a man called. “If you need to breed that cute, Japanese girl, the mattresses in here are available.”
“Ah, thank you,” Daddy said.
I broke the kiss and gave Daddy a naughty look. “You mind-controlled him, didn’t you?”
Daddy gave me an innocent grin. “Would I do that?”
“Yes!” I gave him a very serious nod. “Yes, you would.” Then I grabbed Sakura’s hand. “Let’s go get bred by my daddy!”
“Oh, yes!” the girl moaned, her round face scrunching up in delight.
We rushed off to the mattress store where the employee ushered us in with a bow. There were only a few display model beds. No sheets on them, just the bare mattress, but that was enough. I pushed Sakura to one and started kissing her, my hands grabbing the hem of her t-shirt.
Our tongues danced as I pulled up her t-shirt. I was so wet and eager to see her bred by my daddy. It made my bald cunny itch. Juices ran down my thighs. I had to break the kiss with Sakura to pull off her top, her glossy, black hair spilling around her face in a tousled mess.
She wore a white bra with red and blue and purple polka dots all over it. They cupped her small titties. She had little ones like me. I thrust my arms around her and unhooked the clasp of her bra, such giddy excitement racing through me.
“Mmm, you have such a cute bra,” I said as I pulled it off. Her boobies came into view, little mounds topped by dark-olive nipples. “And your titties are even cuter.”
“Thank you,” she said. “And you have cute titties, too. They’re just so gorgeous. Your daddy must love them so much.”
“I do,” Daddy said, his phone held suspiciously in his hand. “She’s my little girl. I love my Junebug.”
I beamed in delight then my hands slid down and grabbed the girl’s skirt. I tugged them down and squealed in delight. Matching panties. I loved them. They were so adorable. It was almost a shame to take those off, but…
Daddy had to breed her.
I fell to my knees and kissed her panties right on her pubic mound. I felt her bush through the cloth. I grabbed the waistband and tugged down. I worked them off her hips, feeling so naughty as I did it. I was such a wicked, little girl. Daddy was naked, stroking his cock, watching us do that.
“You should lie on top of me,” moaned Sakura as I drew down her panties past her knees, my eye staring at her black bush. “Then your daddy can fuck back and forth between us and breed us both at the same time.”
“That is a great idea, Sakura,” Daddy said, sounding stiff like he was reading lines. He was such a bad actor.
But it was a hot idea. I loved it.
“Let’s do it!” I moaned, bounding to my feet. I kissed Sakura, our little boobies pressing together, and pushed her back.
We sank onto the bed, our tongues dancing, our skin rubbing together. I set my phone down on the bed as I squirmed atop the girl. My cunt was on fire. This heat rushed through me as I squirmed against her. Our nipples caressed. Sparks flared.
Naughty, wonderful, amazing sparks that showered me in hot delight.
I groaned, loving every moment of our contact. It was something wonderful to experience. My tongue danced with hers as my shaved pussy rubbed into her ticklish bush. Daddy grabbed us and moved us to the edge of the bed.
“This mattress is perfect,” he said and thrust his cock right at us.
I groaned as he lanced his dick straight into my cunt. My body bucked. His cock buried to the hilt in me. I squirmed atop Sakura, reveling in Daddy’s cock being all the way in me. I kissed her with hunger, our nipples brushing. Sparks flared from my little nubs and showered me in delight.
My cunt clenched down on Daddy’s thrusting cock. He pumped away at me, the pleasure rushing through my body. I moaned into the kiss with Sakura, savoring my daddy’s dick burying into my pussy over and over again. Taboo delight rushed through me.
Then he pulled out of my pussy. Sakura squealed as Daddy’s bush smacked into my cunt.
He fucked Sakura now. He pumped his dick in and out of her cunt. I groaned, kissing her as she squealed beneath me. Daddy was fucking her so hard. He was burying his dick into her. It was so hot to hear. I loved listening to him pounding her. He fucked her hard and fast. He rammed his cock into her again and again.
She moaned. Gasped. Whimpered.
Then Daddy ripped out of her and rammed back into my pussy.
I squealed in delight as daddy fucked my cunt. He pounded me hard and fast. He fucked me with such passion. He buried his dick to the hilt in my pussy. I shuddered, squeezing around on him as he fucked me with hard strokes, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.
Then he ripped out of me and buried into Sakura. He fucked her now. He pounded her. He slammed his cock into her while his bush tickled my shaved pussy lips. I broke the kiss with her, staring into her slanted eyes.
“Daddy’s going to breed you!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. Then she groaned. “No, wait, I need you back in me. You can’t breed me if you’re not in my pussy!”
“So true,” I said.
Daddy rammed into me. He thrust away at me, his balls smacking into her bush. The bed creaked beneath us as Daddy fucked us hard. He pounded my pussy with that big dick of his. It was amazing to feel.
Then he was in Sakura.
He went back and forth, driving us wild. My orgasm built and built when he fucked me and then simmered as he rammed into Sakura. Her lithe body squirmed beneath me. Our nipples kissed. We whimpered and moaned, squirming together as Daddy fucked us hard.
Then he buried into me. He slammed hard. My eyes widened. I gasped and then my pussy exploded in rapture. My hot flesh convulsed around him. I squealed atop Sakura, my cunny going wild around Daddy’s cock.
“Yes, yes, breed me, Daddy!” I moaned.
But he ripped out of me and buried into Sakura’s pussy. She gasped and squealed. Her eyes widened and her body bucked. Her face twisted in rapture. It was clear she was cumming, too. Feeling those waves of delight washing out of her twat.
“Breed me, Mr. Michaels!” she squealed.
“Fuck!” Daddy groaned.
“Please, please, breed me!” Sakura moaned, squirming beneath me, both of us trembling through our orgasmic delight. “Yes, yes, pump that cum in me.”
Daddy grunted. Then he moved. Hot cum splashed on my shaved pussy moments before daddy rammed into my convulsing twat. My hot flesh writhed around his dick as he spurted the last of his seed in me.
“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned, the waves of ecstasy washing out of my cunt. My pussy convulsed and writhed around his dick. “Oh, Daddy, that’s amazing. You’re amazing. You bred us!”
“He did!” Sakura moaned, squirming beneath me.
“Yes!” growled Daddy. “I’m breeding you both.”
My pussy rippled around his cock, working out the last of his cum. I felt so happy to have his seed in me. I squirmed atop her, rubbing my little boobies into her and reveling in the fact Daddy might have created a new little sister for me to play with. Once she’d grown up, of course.
That would be so hot. I wanted Daddy to breed so many girls. I bet I could find another one for him to breed. Another eighteen-year-old cutie like me. My pussy clenched down on his cock as my pleasure rushed through me.
I grabbed my phone. I loved the mind-controlling app. It was amazing.
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Dean Michaels
June clung to my arm. She had such a big grin on her face, my cum dripping down her thighs. She hummed and practically skipped. It was clear that she was thrilled to have me breed other cute girls and herself.
We arrived at the food court to spot the others. My wife and Dusk were sitting at a table. Dusk bounded to her feet and threw herself at me. She pressed her naked body against me, humping her wet bush into my side while her breasts rubbed across my chest.
“Daddy, I need to be fucked so hard by you,” she moaned. “Mom and I made live porn. We watched a hot wife getting gangbanged. She’s still getting fucked and licking pussy.”
“Yes, she is,” purred my wife. “These phones are so much more fun to play with. I know you created something amazing, but this is far, far more user friendly.”
“Yes, it is,” I conceded. This had gone far, far beyond my original idea of just mind-controlling my daughters so I could fuck them.
“It’s a big success, Mr. Michaels,” Vivian said. She sauntered up from the other direction with a naked Britney behind her, the young girl beaming. “Mrs. Michaels, thanks for letting me borrow your strap-on. I had a lot of fun with it fucking Mrs. Morris.”
“Christina was here?” my wife asked, a naughty grin sliding over my wife’s lips. She sipped at her latte. “Mmm, shame I missed her. She’s got big tits. I bet you looked so sexy pounding her.”
“While she ate me out,” Britney said.
“No bugs in the app?” I asked Vivian.
“Everything seems to be working,” she said. “The database is being updated with the user-generated tags. People are following commands. I think this was a big success, Mr. Michaels. I think we’re ready to do some decent stress testing.”
“More devices on the network?” I asked, my dick throbbing. “Like at the local police precinct.” I glanced at my wife. “Just so we don’t have any problems from them.”
“You’re so bad, Daddy,” June said as she pressed against me.
“And who had me breeding three separate girls?” I asked.
“And me!” she said, grinning.
“Three, huh?” my wife asked.
“Yep, this Japanese girl and this redhead and this cute Black girl with just such adorable titties.” June jumped up and down. “I sucked on them as Daddy bred her. She knows how to reach us if she gets pregnant. They all do. I want to have so many sisters. Daddy can make all of them for us to play with.”
“Maybe I’ll make you another sister, too,” Kimmie said, winking at my daughter.
“You want to go off your birth control?” I asked.
“Don’t you want to knock up your cute and sexy wife,” she cooed. “Mmm, I can wear the slumber party outfit like I did the night we made June. The little tank top and tight panties and those pink socks.”
I groaned, my dick throbbing. “That would be hot.”
“And we can have some other young girls around,” my wife added. “Make it into a real slumber party.”
“With pillow fights?” June asked.
“With pillow fights,” my wife said.
“Damn,” I groaned. Oh, yes, I was getting a lot more out of these devices than I bargained for. And that was okay. I was having fun with them.
To be continued…