More Molly ~ Pt 7

Rob slept well, and when he awoke, Tricia was still where he had left her. Well, where else could she be, he smiled to himself. He adjusted himself and slowly lowered the canopy til he could feel her lips just barely touching the head of his cock. She stirred and opened her mouth, but he did not move to push in any further. Instead, he lazily moved himself across her lips, feeling the wet touch of her tongue as she attempted to taste him. Through the night, she had got to know his cock quite well, not it was time to see just how much it really meant to her.

"This is what you worship, isn't it my pet? My cock... what your existance is for now, isn't that right?"

"Yes Sir." She said quietly, and he felt her breath on him make his cock grow larger. Carefully he raised her, just enough so that she would not be able to take him between her lips.

"What do you want, slut? You want my cum, don't you?" he asked.

Tricia ran her tongue over the end of his cock. "Yes Sir."

"How bad do you want it?" He asked, as he began to stroke himself, rubbing against her lips.

"Oh please Sir, may I please have it?"

He chuckled. "You'd do just about anything to taste my cum wouldn't you?"

"Yes Sir." She said, and he noticed her flush slightly.

"Why is that my pet? Because you're a filthy cum whore, isn't that right."

"Yes."

He laughed at her and raised her up again, stood up, and left the room. After a few minutes, he returned, with Molly in tow, while Marcus sauntered in and lounged in a chair to the side of the room. Molly was placed on all fours on the bed, and Rob stood behind her, carefully lowering his slave so that her face was just inches above Molly's hips. Rob gripped Molly and slowly slid his hard cock into her cunt.

"Watch, my cumhungry whore, watch as the cock you worship entertains itself with another." In and out of her he slid, while Tricia was forced to watch, so close she could smell the sex as it happened. Rob began talking to his slave as he picked up speed until he was hitting into Molly hard with each thrust.

"You wish it was your cunt I was using don't you whore? Don't you wish I was fucking your mouth like this, hmm?" He pulled out and lifted his slick cock towards Tricia's lips. She opened her mouth and reached her tongue towards it, but he laughed and pulled it away before she had a chance to taste it. Instead, he pressed himself against Molly's ass and forced in as she let out a cry of pain, arching herself against his onslaught. "You wish it was YOUR ass, don't you slut?" Rob said to Tricia as he began moving in and out, his breathing quickening into pants and groans. Harder and harder he slammed into his sister's ass, the tightness of her driving him wild with desire, while Tricia could do nothing but watch.

"You want my cum, don't you slut? Don't you? You don't want me to cum inside her, you want is ALL, in your filthy cum whore mouth... isn't that RIGHT!!??" He said with husky voice.

Tricia whimpered "yes! yes!" and suddenly Rob pulled out. Tricia opened her mouth eagerly, expecting to feel his cock in her mouth and to be fed his cum, but quickly he slammed back deep into Molly's cunt, and grunted as he immediately shot his load into her. His fingers gripped her tightly and he forced in deep as he emptied every last drop of cum into her.

Marcus stood up and walked over to the bed. When Rob and Molly had climbed off he lowered the canopy completely to the mattress. Carefully the two men untied the aching slave and raised the grid to the top without her this time. She moved her legs and arms slowly, tense after spending the night bound. Then she lifted her eyes cautiously to her new master, the humiliation of having watched him use this other slave so close to her eyes clear in her face.

Rob laughed down at her. "You wish I'd given it to YOU don't you?"

"Yes Sir." She nodded sadly.

"You still want my cum, don't you?" He said, and again she nodded. "Well come here and clean my cock off! Maybe there will be a few traces of cum for the hungry little whore. Don't stop til it's spotless!" He ordered, as he propped himself up on the bed against a pile of pillows. Tricia crawled up between his legs and cautiously lapped her tongue over his soiled cock. He cleared his throat in impatience, and she took another, more productive lick. Slowly she began to clean him, eventually taking him in her mouth and lathering him with her lips and tongue. As she finished, his cock began to respond to her mouth, and noticing this, she began to suck him instead of just cleaning him, in hopes that having pleased him enough to harden him once more she might be rewarded this time with a feeding. He enjoyed it for a few minutes, then roughly pushed her head away from him.

"Just what do you think you're doing, slut!? Did I say you could SUCK my cock? I told you to CLEAN it!"

Tricia looked at him nervously. "I am sorry Sir." She gasped.

He frowned at her. "I suppose I can't really blame you, you're nothing but a cum hungry wench. You really do hunger for my cum, don't you?"

She nodded, licking her lips. "Yes Sir, it's what my mouth craves." She said.

A wicked grin formed on his face, and he glanced only for a moment at Marcus. "Well then, go get it. It's in there." He motioned his head towards Molly, who now lay across the end of the bed. Tricia looked a little confused. "You saw where I put it, now if you want my cum bad enough you go suck it out of that cunt! And I want to see just how happy you are to be allowed to retrieve my cum from there!"

Tricia crawled over to Molly and moved her face into the other slave's crotch. Her tongue licked over the wet cunt, then slowly she began to lick deeper, until her face was practically buried in the other girl, lapping up as much of her master's cum as she could get. She began to purr in delight, spreading Molly's legs wide so she could delve deeper.

Molly, on the other hand, was starting to writhe all over the bed under the eager onslaught of the girl's mouth. She looked at Marcus, her eyes pleading, but he just laughed at her. "If you cum, slut, you do it without my permission! You know you will be punished." Then he looked at Tricia, and nodded to Rob.

"Hmmm, yes. Now you, my slave..." Rob said to Tricia. "If you DON'T make her cum, YOU will be punished!" Then he settled beside Marcus to watch the entertainment. Tricia began working desperately on Molly's cunt and clit in hopes of pleasing her new master by making the other slave cum, and to also avoid punishment. Meanwhile Molly writhed and whimpered and moaned all over the bed desperately trying NOT to cum.

Both men knew exactly which slave was going to taste the whip when this escapade was over.

"More Molly ~ Pt 8"